My step-daughter and I get closer.
Introduction:
Catching my step-daughter masturbating leads to years of fun.
I had married Tracy’s mom about six months ago. Tracy and I were OK with each other. We didn’t hang out or even talk a lot but I think we both liked each other. Her dad had died about two years ago. Her mom, Dottie and I work together and a few months after her husbands death we started having coffee together on our breaks and talking. She told me how lonely she was feeling and asked if I had a girlfriend. I told her that we had broken up and that she had moved out. We started dating and on the third date, I got her into my bed. Dottie was a real hot lay. As much as she enjoyed the sex and got into it, I could tell why she was feeling lonely, or would it be more correct to say horny. Two months later we were married. Dottie was 39 and I was 45 when we married. I let my little apartment go and moved into Dottie’s house. I had only met Tracy three or four times before Dottie and I decided to get married.
About an hour after I had interrupted Tracy, I was in the living room watching TV when she walked into the room. She was dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. I could see that she was not wearing a bra. She seldom did. It was easy to tell from the movement as she walked and the bumps that her nipples made in her shirt. “Tracy, I’m so so sorry. I didn’t realize…” Before I had finished the sentence she said, “That’s OK I was shocked but from the look on your face, I could tell that you were not expecting to see what you saw. Don’t worry about it. I have been hearing you and Mom in the next room making love almost every night. Mom sure gets noisy when you fuck her. You must be really good in bed. It has me just so horny I had to do something about it. I’m sorry too.”
For the next couple of weeks we hardly spoke but gave each other little smiles whenever we came upon each other. Then one night Tracy came staggering into the house. It was obviously that she had been drinking. “Where’s Mom?” “She’s over at Jan’s house. I think it’s a scrap-booking party or something.” “Ted and I broke up. I caught him making out with Judy. I need to get fucked. Fuck me.” I told her, “Tracy, your upset and drunk and your my step-daughter. I can’t do that. Why don’t you go to bed. You’ll feel better in the morning.”
Before I had even finished my little speech, Tracy had walked over to me and dropped to her knees in front of me. She reached for my fly. I pulled her hands away but she went right back to it. “I want your cock.” My heart was pounding and my penis was responding. Should I stop her? Could I bring myself to stop her?” While I was trying to decide, Tracy had pulled my rock hard manhood out and had her lips around it. My decision was made. I pushed my cock deeper into her mouth and put my hands behind her head. “Tracy, are your sure?” “I’ve never been more fuckin sure of anything in my life”, she moaned.
I reached down and got myself two hands-full of tit. She had such nice firm and full tits. I would say that they were probably 34-C’s and on her tall slim young body they were just perfect. She was bobbing up and down on my erection, taking most of my six inches into her mouth without gagging. She kept her lips tight and sucked hard. Tracy gave a better blowjob than her mother or my ex wife. “Tracy, stop and let’s get out of these clothes.” We both stood up. I took her hand. “Let’s go to your room, little girl, and I’ll make you forget about Ted.” I thought to myself, “in for an inch, in for a mile.” I was to far to stop now. I was going to make this good for her and for me.
Standing next to her bed, I reached down and took the bottom of her shirt and pulled up. Tracy lifted her arms and the thin tee shirt came off. Her wonderful breasts were right in front of me. I leaned forward and took one of her erect, dark nipples into my mouth and nursed on it. Tracy moaned. Without stopping me, she reached down and unbuttoned my shirt. I let loose of her nipple and pushed her back onto her bed, grabbed the waist of her jeans and pulled. Tracy lay naked on her bed in front of me. I let me shirt drop to the floor, unbuckled my slacks and dropped them and my underwear at the same time. I climbed onto her bed and went head first between her spread legs.
Tracy’s shaved cunt was soaking wet and her fresh young juices tasted so good. I feasted on her womanhood and listened to her moan and urge me on. “Oh yes, eat me. Lick my pussy. Suck my clit. I’m going to come already. Yesssss!” Tracy orgasmed, flushing her female juices into my mouth and all over my face. I moved up and kissed her and at the same time I slid my cock into her. I could feel the walls of her young cunt having to stretch to accept my thickness. Damn she was tight. “Oh fuck yes. That feels so good. Fuck me hard, please Frank.” I am only about six inches but am thicker than average and have always found that thickness is more important than length to give a woman the feeling she wants.
I started pounding deep and hard. “Oh yes, just like that. Fuck me just like that. Oh shit yes. I’m on the pill. Fill my fuckin cunt with your hot cum.” Tracy reached down, put her fingers between her pussy lips and rubbed her clit rapidly as I fucked her. I’ve always been able to last for a long time and I slammed my cock into her for well over ten minutes and gave her at least three more loud orgasms before I finally shot one of the biggest loads I had ever shot, filling her cunt so that I could hear it squish as I kept pumping till I started to go soft. When I pulled out, Tracy quickly moved down and sucked my shaft clean. It was a little sensative but it still felt wonderful. We lay together for several minutes before I god up and reached for my clothes. “That was wonderful Frank. Thanks. I needed that. Fuck Mom good and hard when she gets home. I want to listen and pretend that it is us again.”
Dottie came home about an hour later and we soon went to bed. My cock was ready and she noticed. “It looks like you are happy for me to have come home.” Without any foreplay, I planted myself fully into her waiting pussy. “Oh, you’re anxious tonight, lover.” Because I had already had such a complete fucking, I lasted even longer than usual. Over the next fifteen minutes I pounded Dottie into four hard and loud orgasms. I also intentionally got a motion going that caused the headboard of our bed to pound against the wall that was shared by our room and Tracy’s. Finally I unloaded into Dottie and collapsed. Within minutes we were both asleep.
The next morning, at breakfast, Tracy gave me an unusually big smile and a “Good morning Frank”. Dottie looked at her quizzically. Dottie was the first to leave for work that day and I was about to tell Tracy that what we had done was wrong and that we shouldn’t do it again when she jumped up in my arms and gave me a big deep kiss. “Frank, will you fuck me again today?” I melted. “Sure Honey, any time you want.” “Thank you Daddy.” This was the start of a long and fun secret that we were able to keep from Dottie till she and I divorced a year later and Tracy went with me when I moved out.
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