STEPMOTHER
01-May-99 15:15:16
I was 7 years old when my Dad remarried to my stepmother. Brenda was a 5'11"
blonde from Atlanta. She was kind, gentle, and soft-spoken with the longest, most muscular
legs I'd ever see on a woman. Add that to a rather outstanding set of "jugs" and
a prominent buttocks--well, for this little 7-year-old "Superman" my stepmother
was the perfect way to prove my strength and "manliness" of which I was very
proud and outspoken to all the kids in school.
So, one day I asked Brenda to stand on me. What better way to prove that I could
"take it!" Well, she wasn't that quick to take my challenge and said she could
not stand on me because she'd injure my body, break my bones or stop my breathing. I
remember laughing and telling her that she just was scared of me. I pested long enough
until she finally made a proposal.
Brenda told me that if I could lift her one inch off the floor, that she would stand on
me, but if not, she didn't want to hear more about it. I said: "That's easy--it's a
deal!"
She was wearing a skirt. So as she stood in front of me, legs together, I walked around
behind her, and wrapped my strong, little arms around her solid legs. Next, I pulled up
with all my strengh, but I couldn't budge her a single bit. I tried it again, this time
huffing and puffing, using my feet and ankles, tightening my stomach and heaving with all
my might. Brenda was "nailed" to the floor. After several more tries and out of
breath, I gave up. She patted me on my head and told me not to be discouraged, that
someday I'd grow up to be the strongest man in the world.
My stepmother is in her 50's now; still an attractive and sophisticated woman. A few days
ago we were brousing through a bunch of stuff at a yard sale. Brenda was wearing a skirt
and a pair of blonde-colored Candies with five-inch heels. As she walked over the lawn
looking at the rows of merchadize, I noticed how now and then her high heels would sink
into the ground, leaving a nice imprint in the earth. But it was on the sidewalk that
Brenda accidentally stepped on an old cassette. The tape box "CRUNCHED! and pieces of
plastic shot out from under her step. The cassette box was crushed flat and the cassette
cracked in several places. While she apologized to the fellow selling the goods, I
remembered my little superman event.
Driving back to the house I mentioned my childhood request to my stepmother. She thought a
moment, her face broke into a smile, and then in gentle chuckle she said, "Oh, my
dear little strong man--I weighed over 200 pounds then. I'd have crushed you like that
cassette I stepped on back there!"