Terry was taking good care of my dad, like I wanted her to.  My dad is a great
guy, that is, as long as he is in an average or above mood.  When she kept my
dad happy, I was happy.  But, there were times when she was occupied taking care
of him, when I needed someone to keep me happy.  The only answer I could think
of was to clone her, well, at least to duplicate her . . .

It was the weekend.  My dad needed to have his time with Terry, because the next
day he was planning to get up early to go fishing with a client.  We were having
pizza together, boy that domestic Terry really knows how to order takeout.
"Son,"  my dad said, "I'd take you along, but it's going to be mostly business."
- Yeah, like I'd want to sit in a boat all day with my dad and his client
bragging about the past -

"That's okay Dad, I never catch anything anyway.  Have fun."

Terry looked at my smirk.  "Can I come along?"  She said to escape me.

"Terry, Sweetie, I don't think you'll fit into the plan.  Besides, this is Hank
from your old company.  It might get a little awkward."  He advised.

"I have her all to myself again."  I celebrated mentally, and it probably showed
as Terry took a look at me and left the table in a huff.

Saturday morning I was up before Terry.  She may have seen my dad off and went
back to sleep, but right then she was sleeping like a baby, like a baby who had
kicked the covers off in her sleep.  There was her well fucked cunt, I presume,
staring at me from under the nightie that had ridden up her body in her tossing
and turning.  "Okay Sleepyhead, time to get up and smile for the camera."  I
said trying to stir her.

She stretched her arms up over her head and slowly opened her eyes.  When they
were open enough to discern me standing there with our video camera running,
they opened all of the way, her hands went to sweep the covers over her as she
shouted, "You perverted bastard.  You give me that camera this instant." - I
love it when she calls me "perverted."  It tells me that the payback is working.
- "Your father is definitely going to hear about this."

"Oh really."  I replied sarcastically, as I put down the camera.  "I'll just
chalk that up to the fact that you haven't gotten up and showered.  Your memory
and general thinking are probably not yet up to speed.  Because, if they were,
you'd remember that you sleep comfortably in that bed because I say you can.
Now, it's time to get up and take that shower."  I said getting the camera ready
again.

"Put that down.  I'm not leaving this bed until you put that thing away."  She
protested.

"Not until I'm finished with my documentary, 'A Day In The Life Of A Stepmom
Named Terry.'"

"You can't do this, this is indecent, disgusting, immoral, it's blackmail,
extortion, even criminal.  How can you be so wicked?"  She protested vehemently.

"'Wicked,' am I.  Just when I was thinking that you were actually beginning to
like it.  Maybe you aren't right for this family after all."  I said.

"Please don't."  She said more compliantly.  "What if your dad or somebody were
to see the tape?"

"He won't.  You'll be cooperating with me, so there'll be no need.  It'll be
just for me.  Time to rise and shine."

Terry swung her legs out of the covers down to the floor at the edge of the bed.
She started to walk in front of me and then bolted for the bathroom door.  I was
anticipating it so I moved with her and stuck my foot in to prevent her from
closing it.  She kept trying to close it, as if my foot was a temporary glitch,
but she eventually stopped trying and backed up frustrated and humiliated by me
with the camera capturing her alluring body through the short see-through gown.

"What are you doing?  This is a bathroom.  I need to use it.  Now please leave."
She pleaded.

"I haven't seen a good shower scene in a movie since 'Porky's', so I'm gonna
make my own."  I said like a smart ass.

"I can't believe what an ogre you are."  She fumed, stomping her foot with fists
clenched.  "Oh, damn you."

"Now, now, is that any way to talk to a future famous director, trying to make
you a star?"

She straddled the toilet backward to take a pee without giving me the
satisfaction of taping her reaction to it.  That was okay, I wasn't intending
that to be on the tape anyway, what's erotic about that.  The shower, that's
what I was in there for.  She stood with her back to me as she let the water
warm up.  She was trying her best to defy me.  What she didn't realize was that
she could be just as sexy from behind as she was facing you.  The only
difference is that she could be anybody, not specifically Terry.  She was
physically fit, so with a strong feminine back, sleek strong legs, and a
well-proportioned butt, it all worked for me.  She got in the shower and gave me
one last glare before pulling the curtain across.

I waited a moment for her to get wet and lathered up.  Then I pulled the curtain
aside and held it with one hand.  She squealed briefly from being startled and
huddled her body into a far corner like I was Norman Bates from the movie
"Psycho" or something.  Then resigned to the fact that I would have my way,
finished her shower in an "I could care less" pout.

Her strategy was to ignore me.  She dried herself with only an occasional glare
at the lens.  She put on her clothes and only stuck her tongue out once.  She
made an effort to leave the room, "Excuse me," she said, but needed me to step
aside at the door.

"It's about what you're wearing.  Take off the shorts, they actually look nice
on you, but I like you in skirts, the shorter the better.  What have you got?"
I said while shooting, so our interaction would all be recorded.  Then with mock
frustration, she let out an annoyed sigh and walked over to her closet and held
out her hand directing me to point the camera at her wardrobe.  "Show me."  I
said.

With each directive on my part she made a scene of being annoyed with me, but
had to force it more and more as time wore on, because she was kind of getting
into it.  She was an exhibitionist by nature and a camera was running after all.

It boiled down to a clingy knit number, or a flared cotton one, so I chose the
cotton one for her.  There would be more possibilities.  "What else you got?" I
asked.

"What's wrong with this?"  She complained.

"I like to see skin around the middle."  I said.  She showed me bikinis, tubes,
halters, . . . "What's this?"

"It's a half tee."  She said.

"Where do you wear it?"

"I've used it as a partial cover up at the beach if I've had too much sun, why."

"Try it."

"With which thing?"

"Alone.  As is."

"No, no, no, not without something under it.  I come out of it if I bounce too
much."

"Yes, yes, yes, it's perfect."

"No way.  You already have me wearing a mini-length skirt with nothing
underneath it, you can't make me wear this too."

"I'll let you wear hose, pantyhose under the skirt.  Let me see what you have. .
. . There, that one."

"No these are designed to be worn with panties, see nothing."  She said holding
the clear crotch up to the lens.

"Exactly.  They're perfect."

No wait, it isn't a fair cover up in exchange for wearing this top.  You can see
my hairs, for Christ sake."  She complained.

"Shave em.  It would be a good look.  Yeah, that should go in the 'A Day in the
Life' too, do it."

"No way.  What would your father say?"

"He'd say, 'Cool, now you're just like some of my old friends in the magazines
you threw out.'  That's what he'd say." 

Being more into it, at this point, she actually considered and did it.  Now that
was a jewel to have on tape.  So I had my stepmommy dearest all dressed up, but
no place to go, so I said, let's act like tourists and walk the waterfront.

"You can't make me go out of the house like this.  It's one thing to have to do
it for your puerile mind around the house in private, and it's a whole other
thing to be seen like this in public."

"You love it.  You don't fool me.  Here are your keys, let's go." I said camera
bag in hand.

The ride started icy.  Terry was fuming mad.  She refused to talk or look at me
as we rode.  I sat there staring at her beautiful body up and down, unmoved by
her annoyance with me.  As we got closer to the waterfront, she looked at my
boner, then at my face and smiled a seductive smile.  Bingo, I knew I was
tapping into her nature. "No more guff from you, Miss Hot Pants."  I thought.

We parked and started for the waterfront.  Terry kept smoothing down her skirt
around her.  She must have felt like it was flipped up somewhere, feeling the
gentle breeze swirling in, around, and through her crotch area.  She got looks,
lots of looks.  Her high heels hitting the sidewalk sent jolts up her body
causing her breasts to jiggle without any support.  She apeared to be practice
walking, so it seemed to me following her, to figure out the best gait to keep
everything in place. 

At the waterfront, there were many people out enjoying the warm sunny day.  I
was getting some interesting footage of Terry parting the crowd as she walked
ahead of me.  Men and women looked her up and down as she approached and passed,
then they would look at me and my camera.  Their reactions and range of
expressions were priceless.

Some in-line skaters nearly took her down by accident when they came upon her,
unprepared for her sensual display.  The breeze from their passing her created a
provocative rippling of her skirt.  That's when I decided that we should rent
some skates ourselves.

When we arrived at the skate concession, she got plenty of assistance from a
young employee who stood by to help as she tried on the skates he gave her.  How
can I say it, there was really no dignified way for Terry to try on pairs of
skates when the two chairs available were taken.  She had to sit on some grass
to get her feet into the boots, giving the attendant an eyeful. "Look all you
want, Buddy, but don't touch.  She's almost married to my old man."  I cautioned
him in my brain. 

He helped her to stand up by pulling her left hand.  This caused her left breast
to poke out to mid nipple from under her half tee shirt.  It had been a long
time since Terry had skated in any fashion, so she had immediate problems with
confidence and balance.  She had her legs too straight and she needed to swing
her arms forward to keep from falling.  This caused both breasts to peek out
from under the short top, and for the attendant to say, "How would you like a
quick lesson?"

She thought he was cute, so she said "Okay." 

He excused himself from the stand and took Terry to an open stretch.  He had her
stand in a reverse snowplow, like in skiing, and had her push with one skate
while gliding with the other.  This got her rolling.  He stayed right behind her
to prevent an accident, and he coached her on stopping using the heel brake on
one of the skates.  She miscalculated and began falling backwards.  He caught
her around the middle, and as she went back, she slid down in his arms until her
bare breasts got caught in his hands.  This was a surprise sensation for both of
them.  He was embarrassed helping her up.  She was embarrassed too and glared
over at me, with the camera running, for putting her up to it.  She turned to
the skate attendant and tried to tell him that she was going to give up trying
for now.  He was not really listening, as he was swept up by her beauty and
smothered her words with an impromptu kiss.

Again he was embarrassed as she pushed him off of her.  He held her hand as she
step/skate/walked back to the stand with his support.  He got down on one knee
to undo her skates for her.  She kept her hands on the top of his head for
balance.  She could feel, but do little to stop, his head turning to look up at
her shaved snatch and breasts pushing out the material of her top. 

With her shoes in her hands, Terry came over to me angry,  "Funny, very funny.
Now let's go home."  She said hitting me on the upper arm with the side of her
shoe to try to get me to stop from laughing.

When I got myself collected, I insisted that she get me something to eat and
drink.  My camera was running when she stood waiting in line behind a couple
with a friendly golden retriever.  The retriever looked at her and tried to get
her attention to pet him by tossing his head up in the air.  When Terry didn't
pay any attention to him, he moved up closer to her.  She still didn't pay any
attention to him as she was looking back to see where I was standing.  Then the
dog nudged its muzzle right up into her crotch and seemed to like what it
smelled, as he rutted his snout up and around making nasal sounds.  Terry took
his head out from between her legs and squatted down to finally pay him some
attention.  That's when he started sniffing and licking up into Terry's
cleavage, right as his owners and others started to take close notice of Terry's
predicament.  The dog's licking started to go in both directions from her
cleavage out to her nipples, before she could get a firm control of his head and
get the dog's owners to reel in the leash.  She accepted their apologies while
readjusting her short top back over her moist and sticky tits.

After we ate, Terry pleaded with me to agree to go home, which I did.  I wanted
to see what I now had on tape.  She cleaned up and came downstairs in her silk
robe, with her wet hair combed straight back, and with the sweet smell the soap
wafting up from her body.  She sat next to me to watch herself on the video.

"You have to promise me that no one else will see this."  She said.

"Just don't give me a reason to and it shouldn't happen."  I responded.  "There
is something I want to have on this tape, that I don't have yet."

"What's that?"  She asked worried.

"I need a sexy, very sexy dance."

"I wouldn't know what to do."  She protested.

"I think you would."  I rebutted.  "Go put on a couple of sexy things and I'll
get set up."

She left without argument.  She was probably excited to do it, not so much as it
was for me, but that someone like me would be turned on by her doing it.  I had
everything ready when she came back into the room.  Without any stage direction
from me, she got in front of the camera and waited while I started the stereo
system.

She started off a little stiff.  Then she started to watch herself on the TV,
which I had set up as a real-time monitor.  She adjusted her moves according to
her own conception of a sexy dance.  I sat back and watched with my dick in my
hand as she danced to seduce herself on the monitor.  Being as self-centered as
she was, she basically cut me out of the loop, that is, until she was dancing
totally naked, experimenting with moves, and I told her to make herself cum.

It was everything I could do not to take myself to the limit with my own hand.
I wanted that on tape too.  She moved her hips while she fingered herself and
caressed her breasts.  She was obviously horny from the day in town, because she
was very vocal and squirmy when she came.  She must not have been very conscious
of me nor the camera, because it came across very uninhibited.  She could not
take it standing, so she was on her knees during her orgasm.  She caught her
breath on hands and knees with her head and breasts hanging freely.

"Come here.  Do me now."  I said, filming her while she collected herself then
crawled like a kitten in between my legs.  She took my pole in her mouth, and
with her hands on either side of my pubic area, she fiddled my balls with her
thumbs, all the time looking straight into the camera lens.  She sensuously
worked me up to the point of coming, which prompted me to direct her not take
her mouth off this time, nor let a drop escape her lips.  Her seductive
expression for the camera changed to caution and nausea as I erupted in her
mouth.  "Suck, keep sucking." I said, as I came a couple of times in succession
until her sucking was too much for me to take, and I pushed her head off with my
free hand.

"Do you want to see the whole thing again?"  I asked moments later.

"Sure."  She said, then snuggled up next to me to watch the show all about her.

I sat there pleased that I had a copy of Terry for myself now, for those dry
spells in the future.