Sarah. My diary, entry for December 19th.

Hi, I'm Sarah, I'm 18 years old.

My mother is 33 years old. She is a very beautiful, sensual woman who works in politics, where she has had a very successful career. I imagine that this is partly due to her physical appearance. She had me when she was 15, so she was a teenage mother. I am now an 18-year-old girl.

My mother, her name: Karla, she is 33 yo

She and I fought all the time until she met a very famous athlete who had to retire due to a knee injury, but not before winning tens of millions of dollars. He is 35 years old and still very attractive.

My mother met him at a charity event, and they fell in love. Now, this handsome athlete is my stepfather and lives with us, my mother and me.

Since then, things between us have calmed down quite a bit.

Every night I sneak out of my room and tiptoe to his door. I start to hear my mother's moans, “Give me more... like that, like that, I'm your whore, fuck me,” and I hear my stepfather's thrusts becoming more intense and frequent, accompanied by moans of pleasure. As I listen to this, standing there secretly in front of her door, I start to touch myself and move my fingers in circles, faster and harder, and I've come several times standing there, imagining that I'm taking my mother's place and that I'm the woman kissing my stepfather. A couple of times I've almost fallen over and made a noise. I'm sure he's realized that I've been spying on them, because the next morning he looks at me with a “I know you're spying on us” look, but he never says anything.

The other day I was in the kitchen making something for dinner. I was wearing pajamas that were very tight-fitting, when he came home from work. My mother wasn't there, so he went to the kitchen and I kissed him on the cheek, but it was a real kiss, not a fake one. I even think I left a little saliva on his cheek, but he didn't wipe it off.

He said, “What are you doing?” I told him I was making dinner and asked if he wanted me to make something for him too. I could tell he liked the idea from the sound of his voice. While I was cooking dinner on the stove, he was behind me, sitting on a stool behind the bar. Thanks to the glass of a blender that was next to me, I could see that he was looking at my nice ass moving as I stirred the pasta. When I noticed this, I wiggled my ass a little more exaggeratedly, and he was mesmerized.

We had dinner, and his gaze changed. It was no longer that of an adult trying to feign responsibility as my new stepfather, but now it was the gaze of a man who wants to seduce an 18-year-old girl...