Shelby hasn't seen or talked to Lynne, her stepmother, in a few months. It makes her worst fears come to life, thinking Lynne dumped her in a college town just to be rid of her. She sets up an illicit hidden camera in Lynne's private bathroom, hoping that will substitute for yearning she feels. Only, like a lot of Shelby's crackpot schemes, it doesn't go well at all. More
Shelby hasn't seen or talked to Lynne, her stepmother, in a few months. It makes her worst fears come to life, thinking Lynne dumped her in a college town just to be rid of her. She sets up an illicit hidden camera in Lynne's private bathroom, hoping that will substitute for yearning she feels. Only, like a lot of Shelby's crackpot schemes, it doesn't go well at all. She sees Lynne in the arms of another woman, and Shelby is both repulsed and turned on at the same time. Plus, Lynne has another nasty surprise for her stepdaughter.
WARNING! This 7000 word short story contains graphic and explicit depictions of lesbian strap-on sex between consenting adults. It is intended only for adults over the age of 18.
I got very, very lucky; my stepmother was about to take a shower, and I was about to watch every glorious minute of it. It certainly beat studying about rocks, strata, and tectonic plates for my geology midterm in a week. Plus, Lynne didn’t know about the secret, streaming webcam I set up in her private bathroom. Well, to be honest, part of me suspected that she might have known – after all, I had used one of my father’s credit cards to buy all the equipment, and my stepmother practically reads every bill’s line items and the subsequent fine print with a magnifying glass. But each time she adjusted her hair or got off with her vibrator, she never once looked at the cam. So, I figured I had done an excellent job concealing it.
A few months had passed since she dumped me the middle of a remote university town after forging my name to a college application, and she hadn’t come to visit me once. Of course, my dad hadn’t visited either, but I expected that. The only time I saw Lynne, recently, was when I popped home to set up my super-duper-secret spy equipment. The whole visit, she didn’t accuse me once of being a spoiled brat and try to spank me. Not once did she point out my faults as a closeted lesbian, either. She was nice to me! It was rather heartbreaking, but then again, my father – unlike the norm – was around and consuming all of her time. (Some nonsense about it being their anniversary?) So, I had to settle for second best. Usually, I kept my video feed as a small box in the upper corner of my monitor. Yet, when I saw Lynne walk into to her bathroom in a robe, I instantly stopped updating my social networks and maximized the feed’s window. It filled the entirety of my laptop’s high-def screen, and I blinked in anticipation. Desperately, I hoped she’d leave the shower door open this time, but I’d settle for any peepshow of skin I could get. Instead, I got way, way much more than just that.
She first placed her cell phone on the sink. When she dropped the robe, I got a good look at the curves of her body I had grown to love so well. I let out a loud squeal of joy when she opened her medicine cabinet and pulled out her black vibrator ...