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My Spank Crazed Step-Mom Can’t Hide Her Urges When She Sleeps…
…And I Can’t Stop Sneaking Into Her Room To Watch And Wack
My new step-mom, Patricia, couldn’t be more prim and proper all day long. Perfect makeup, polite, never a wrinkle in her clothing, and she has the accent of a Greek Goddess.
She never discussed it, but with such a high level of etiquette and social graces for every formal occasion, she had to have graduated top of her class at whatever fucked up finishing school she went to.
As perfect as she is for my father, who has a case of perma-stick, as in a permanent stick up his butt, I wish she’d toss on some sweats, relax, and skip showering even one day. Hell, just put it off to the afternoon. Anything to put even the smallest dent in her perfect persona.
The only thing worse than her perfection is when she tries to push that same level of perfection on me. ‘Elbows off the table, Greg. Stand up straighter, Greg. Push in my chair, Greg.’ I’m eighteen, and feel I’m more than presentable in public, just as I am. Mind your own fucking business, little Miss Perfect Patty.
Please tell me I didn’t just say that out loud? …I didn’t! Wow! Close one. With the boring as fuck conversations they have during dinners, my urges to just toss out anything to mess…
