“What’s the occasion?” Daddy asked, sweeping me into a kiss.
“No occasion,” I replied. “I just like taking care of you.” I turned off the stove and dished up two plates of the food, leading Daddy into the dining room where I had already set the table.
Daddy sat down to eat, and I spoke up. “I got a call from my Mom today.
Daddy’s fork froze halfway to his mouth, his face falling.
I couldn’t fake my solemn expression any longer. I broke into a wide smile. “She decided to extend her spa trip. She says she’ll be gone at least another month, but maybe longer!* Daddy grinned at the revelation, but I had an even crazier one.
“She said something else,” I added. “She said, ‘Take care of your stepfather, sweetie. And I think you know exactly how I want you to take care of him. You’re not subtle at all. You two always had more in common than he and I did anyway. I’ve met a lovely ski instructor out here, so you two have fun!”
Daddy’s face was shocked. “Are you joking?” he asked cautiously.
“Trust me, that was what I thought too, but we have her blessing. And if she ever decides
to actually come back, no more sneaking around!”
“Well I think we should celebrate then!” Daddy stood up and walked to my side of the table. “This food is delicious, Morgan, but we can reheat it.” Daddy swung me into his arms and deposited me on the dining room table, pulling up my skirt.
I hadn’t bothered to put on a pair of panties after he swiped mine earlier, so I was bare and ready for him. Daddy unzipped his pants and took his cock in his hand, guiding it into my pussy before he started pounding into me, rocking the table with every thrust.
“You’re perfect,” he purred, leaning down to press his lips against mine. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” His hands made quick work of the buttons on my shirt before tugging the cups. of my bra down, baring my breasts. His rhythm inside me never faltered as he pinched my hard nipples
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One of his hands abandoned my nipple to spread apart my folds, searching for that sensitive nub of my clit. He gently rubbed against it, putting just enough pressure to have me clawing against the tablecloth but not enough to bring me off yet.
“Say it, baby,” he murmured, his hips stuttering as his climax grew closer and closer. “Say it.”
I knew exactly what he wanted to hear. I bucked against him, giving as much as I received and cried out “DADDY!” as I climaxed. Daddy only lasted another thrust or two before he was flooding my fertile young pussy with his come.
Sprawled out on the kitchen table with Daddy still buried inside me I was so happy. I had the man of my dreams and a great job, and we didn’t even have to hide anymore.
Kissing Daddy, I held him a little tighter. I finally had everything I ever wanted!
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by Riley Bey
My stepdaughter has always been hot.
Jenna never had that gawky teenager phase. The family photos looked like something out of Cosmo, all perfectly styled hair, straight white teeth and big beautiful tits. She went to college. on the other side of the country but I could never forget about her and how hard she made my
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You see, my stepdaughter was never shy with her sexuality. My wife and I were loving, but we had careers and our own lives. Jenna was considered more than old enough to look after herself, so the house was hers more often than not.
Man of the House
I was freshly turned 35, nearly ten years younger than Jenna’s mother, something that lead to many jokes of how she was a cradle–robber. Jenna was a worldly 19, home from college for winter break. Living in the dorms had stripped away the few inhibitions she did have, something I learned the second day after she came home.
Jenna’s bedroom was down the hall from the shower, and instead of changing in the bathroom or wearing a robe, she wrapped a skimpy towel around her body. Long, tanned legs stretched for miles and
nd I could just see the lower curve of her ass beneath that soft grey terrycloth. The knot she had tied at the top of the towel struggled to contain her bountiful breasts, and the thought of that towel falling off and those fantastic tits escaping had my dick swelling inside my shorts.
All I could think was, “She’s your daughter, man! What’s wrong with you?” My dick didn’t care about familial bonds. My dick cared about those droplets of water dripping down her naked body. My
