My father remarried when I was fourteen
His new bride was very beautiful
And I longed to see her unclothed
But this did not happen as she was modest
And dressed sensibly in my company
That was until the day of my sixteenth
When she requested that I row her on the lake
As the day was hot and the house busy
In preparation for my celebrations
I had been rowing for about twenty minutes
When my stepmother asked me
if she might remove her top
I mumbled an acceptance and pretended
To concentrate on my rowing
But was becoming increasingly aware of my hardness
Within minutes the inevitable happened
And my passage and oars became very erratic
Constance remarked on this
But I did not answer
As she was fully aware
Of what had occurred
As we rowed back towards the shore
She covered her lovely breasts
It was then I realised
That this was her present to me
And that I was now a man