"I'll see you next week, hun. Don't forget to feed Nessie and please don't be a pain to Tom. God knows you can be one sometimes."
I roll my eyes at my mom. I'm trying to pretend her whole going away is an inconvenience but deep down, I can feel the excitement boiling. She's going on a business trip out of town for the week.
She has no idea on what I plan to do with her husband for the next days.
I've never blatantly shown Tom my interest except for wearing my skimpiest tank tops and skirts in the house, but I'm sure he won't decline me. Sure, my mom looks good for her age with her classy blonde bob hair and skinny body but I highly doubt she can beat me with my young, well-toned one. I have a long dirty blonde hair that every boy I've been with loved pulling when they took me from behind. My 34B tits may be smaller than hers but they're perky and way youthful than her saggy Cs. I want Tom to feel the difference when he takes me. I want him to compare and realize that I'm way better.
I still remember when my mom introduced Tom to me 6 years ago. He's 6'1 and fit with light brown hair. He's got a tan skin from being exposed to sun and a full beard. I've never seen him without it ever since he and my mom got married. He's a couple years older than my mom and she said they met through a blind date set by their friend. He was a carpenter and a hardware store owner. My mom is your typical businesswoman type and she usually went for the clean-shaven, borderline metrosexual, white-collared guys. My real dad was one. But who can really fault her for marrying Tom? He's hot and his whole gruffy look made me feel something a stepdaughter has no business feeling. When he smiled on me that day, I knew I was crushing on him because that's exactly how I felt when Jeremy Shen from my class looked at me.
Lately, he's been starring in my imagination. I was reading an erotic book and I imagined myself in the position of the fictional girl that I was reading, being touched by this cute and mysterious fictional boy from the story. I felt myself getting wetter and the pleasure I was feeling just kept on rising. The feeling was getting too much but also not enough. I felt like I was climbing a metaphorical mountain of pleasure but I just can't seem to reach the peak so I closed my eyes. Tom suddenly appeared in my mind and he replaced the fictional boy I was imagining. He pushed my own hand away from my soaking panties and began to rub my clit with his big, rough, calloused hand.
"Does that feel good, Little Avery?" he whispered in my ear with his deep, raspy voice in a stern tone.
"Such a naughty little girl, letting her stepdaddy touch her little pussy," he said as he started to rub my clit faster and harder. I felt the pleasure building inside my lower belly. He rubbed me faster than before and the suddenly everything just exploded.
"That's it, Avery. That's my baby girl," he whispered as he slowly rubbed my clit, easing me down from the peak that I'd just been to.
I opened my eyes and I was back in my room. with my book in my hand and no Tom in sight.
You see, Tom has been the object of my desire even before I knew what desire was. He dominates every corner of my sexual fantasies. I even imagine him when I have sex with someone.
I've been wearing the skimpiest clothes I own whenever he's around and I can feel his eyes on my body. I know that he can only resist so much and since I turned 18 a couple months ago, nothing will hold me back now.
I hear the door closed, indicating that my mom is finally gone. I make my way upstairs to my room. I remove my bra and change into an old, thin, white tank top. I also remove my sweatpants and change into a pink plaid miniskirt. After changing, I look in the mirror to check my appearance. My old tank top is so flimsy that you can see the outline of my areolas. I give my nipples a few pinches to make them hard until they're poking out of tank top. I glanced at my reflection one last time and make my way to the living room where Tom watches a recap of a basketball game from last night. I make sure to walk in front of him and sit on the space right next to him.
"What's for dinner, Daddy?" I ask him. He looks startled because I've never called him that before. I don't even call him dad. His bewildered eyes dart towards me from the TV. He finally notices my outfit and his eyes immediately glue to my tits.
"H-how about pizza?"
"Sounds good!" I puff out my chest even more to make my tits even more visible. He blinks and he averts his eyes.
"I think your clothes are a little too thin and small, Avery. How long have you had those? Don't you go shopping like every week?" He asks while looking at the TV. I move closer and whisper to him.
"Sure but these are comfortable. Why, Daddy? Don't you like them? Don't you think I don't notice you staring at my body these past weeks? I'm making it easier for you to see what's underneath," I tell him in a teasing voice.
"What are you saying?"
I move away from him back to my seat and begin massaging my tits. I lick both my middle fingers and begin to rub them over my nipples. The wetness of my fingers are turning my tank top more and more sheer.
"This feels so good, Daddy," I moan while looking at him. His eyes are focused what my hands are doing to my tits.
"God, Avery what has gotten into you?" His voice is laced with confusion and arousal.
"The better question would be what hasn't gotten into me, Daddy. I always think about you when I play with my little pussy. I always imagine your hands all over me instead of my own. I know your my mom's husband but I just can't help it. I'm such a dirty girl, Tom. Please, please take me. Punish me. Do whatever you want with me. I'm yours please..." I stop playing with my tits. I begin crawling closer to him and straddle his lap when I reach him. His face remains shocked but I can feel him getting hard under me. I wrap my arms around his neck and begin to rock my hips back and effort.
"I know you want me, Tom. You're getting so hard. It's okay. I'm 18. We're not gonna get in trouble. I won't tell mom, I promise." I whisper to him. I lick and bite his earlobe and start kissing down his neck.
