Part 1
Lisa, my current raven-haired beautiful wife had rescued me when I was just one step away from becoming an alcoholic. When we first met, I felt I owed everything to the buxom beauty who was a little older than I, and often turned a blind eye to her heavy flirtations with other men (and women).
We lived in a nice, modern, but small apartment with my petite, twenty-year-old stepdaughter Jade, who was the spitting image of her beautiful mother--only firmer. They were very close and confided in each other about everything under the sun, even things I considered inappropriate.
Slutty Lisa was fantastic in bed, with a tantalizing tramp-stamp tattoo at the base of her shapely ass. However, there was a few times she'd been out and come home with loose swollen flaps and a wet hole and I suspected I was having sloppy seconds. Still the cuckold thought turned me on. However, our intimacy had waned over time, becoming less and less frequent. I was convinced my long haired beauty was having an affair--just as she had with me before divorcing her second husband.
I knew cute Jade was as dirty as her mom, I'd kicked out one of her boyfriends in mid act of being balls deep inside her, also her contraception and mom had confirmed it even before the incident. No doubt Jade was a great screw just like her tanned mom. I loved having the tight little thing around the apartment, guiltily slyly ogling her perfect shapely frame like a dirty old man.
Although I'd occasionally seen Jade naked by accident--and she'd seen me as well--I never crossed the line and laid a finger on her, despite her touchy-feely flirtatious behaviour with me. That said, whenever the opportunity arose I'd jerk off inside her work out clothes, including chunky leg warmers. I loved shooting a load over her socks, panties (especially the printed unicorn, bear and rainbow ones) and enjoyed cumming over her pumps and strappy high heeled shoes. I was compelled mainly due to my frustrating lack of intimacy with her mother. Once I even jizzed over her holiday snaps. I'd also emptied my sacks over her friend's sexy shoes too when they stayed over after a nightout.
On a humid night with her mother out, my stepdaughter and I sat on the couch watching reruns of Friends. With her wavey hair in a ponytail Jade curled up next to me wearing a long, white T-shirt with neon pink, green and green leg warmers. Her matching glittery pink pedicured toes and manicured nails were on display. While I thought it a little warm for leg warmers, it was a great look, especially with the hugging t-shirt that rested a few inches above her knees.
I hid my lazy lob on with a pillow, the unwanted arousal had taken me by surprise, it only took her head on my arm, and a glance at her sexy feet, tanned leg and erect nipples to arose my cock. Worse still, she moved her head on top of the pillow on my lap and lay further across the ribbed burgundy couch. I was sure she could feel my member growing, pushing and pulsating. With her nightshirt riding up her thigh I could see the stitching of her pale pink panties and cute, smooth ass cheeks. I'd do anything to sniff those panties.
I could feel precum dribbling in my jean-shorts every time she move her head laughing at the show, the dampness felt cool. I just tried to enjoy the experience, I waned for her to jerk me off, but stopped short of her blowing my stepdad length or bouncing on my fat cock. I pushed the guiltily taboo thoughts to the back of my mind hoping my cock would deflate.
"Mom, said you were desperate, and needed relief," she blurted, her baby blue eyes still fixed on the TV.
I could smell a little bit of blow and alcohol, it had clearly loosened her lips. "Uh-huh, your mom says a lot of things she shouldn't," I placed my hand briefly on the side of her hair and ear.
"Keep doing that," she asked moving my hand back. "Honestly, she can be such a bitch. I'm sure she's cheating on you."
I remained quiet and stroked her soft, lovely smelling hair. She was probably right, and I hoped she would confirm my suspicions.
"So you think she is?" I asked, adjusting the neck of my T-shirt.
"I don't think, I' know," she said knowingly.
That conformation was enough to change my mind set after months of hell.
"She doesn't deserve you, she told me you're a great fuck too," she declared, and moved my hand to her thigh. "The sick bitch wanted me to fuck you as an excuse for you and her to split! She's a slutty psycho!" she barked.
"Seriously?!" I asked perplexed.
"Yes. So she doesn't deserve you, she warped," she reiterated, "at one point the sick bitch wanted watch you fucking me. You've been so good to us, me... But you deserve me, and I definitely deserve an older man like you!" she grinned lifting her head slightly and putting her hand between the cushion and my crotch." I know you're a pervert," she said rolling her eyes rubbing my cock.
My hand crept up her warm thigh and fondled her panty line and young ass cheek.
"That's it," she whispered, "Feel me up," she added, undoing my jeans, still facing the TV. "Put your hands on my toned body."
In a New York minute the cushion had been discarded and Jade took out my bobbing cock like a Wacky Waving Inflatable Tube Man. She slapped it on her dimpled cheek before jerking me off. My prick looked so big in her dainty little hand. I wasted no time groping that perfect twenty-year-old firm ass, pushing he panties in her clit and ass-crack.
"Good girl," I panted, as she stroked me, occasionally pulling hard. She knew what do, and had clearly been practicing for daddy's cock on her numerous boyfriends. I ran my fingers cheekily across her slit, it was already wet.
"What the fuck?!" yelled Lisa standing in the doorway in a black glittery short dress, smeared lipstick and matching heels.
