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