Every Story Has Three Sides - His, Hers, and the Truth
Matt
He was sick and tired of her cute little games. Ashley didn't know who she was playing with. He understood the need for blossoming young women to test their newly found sexual power on the males in their environment. It was just nature. But, as her step father, it was making things around the house tense, at least for him. He had even tried to enlist the help of her mother by pointing out the inappropriateness of Ashley's attire. "Just ignore her, Matt," my wife had replied. "She's just spreading her wings a bit. I want her to have what I never did, the freedom to explore her sexuality and identity without shame."
Taking a deep breath, he silently vowed to keep himself in check so as not to put a damper on his 18 year old step daughter's burgeoning sexuality. With her high school graduation coming up, she'd hopefully be away at college soon. However, it would not be easy. She was absolutely stunning. She could easily be mistaken for the younger sister of her gorgeous and curvy mother, who had Ashley at the tender age of 20. Both beauties had long auburn manes and piercing green eyes fringed with long dark lashes.
His wife, Layla, had the more mature figure, with gorgeous DD breasts and a curvy bottom that drove him wild. She also had a wicked sense of humor and a big heart. She was the total package. Which is why he fell in love with and married her, despite her having a 14 year old daughter/monster to finish raising. It was not a walk in the park. If you've met any 14 year old girls, then you know. Matt was certain that this was why he had always vowed to never have children. However, as the years progressed, he and Ashely developed a close relationship and she began to see him as a friend, if not an actual father figure. Like any teen would, she loved to play the "you're not my father" card when it suited her argument. In retrospect, not putting himself in the more fatherly role may have been a mistake. She might not be as focused on him as her first sexual conquest if that were the case.
Ashley
She was sick and tired of his stupid games. Who did Matt think he was playing with? He was kidding himself if he didn't admit to the attraction between them. She saw the way he watched her when he thought no one was looking. Well, she was always looking. Always totally attuned to him. Her nipples were getting hard right now just thinking about him and that familiar tingle between her legs was a constant when he was around.
She knew she wasn't quite as built as her mom. But her breasts were a respectable C cup and so firm and perky with their perfect pink, puffy nipples. Just playing with her tits made her boyfriend come in his pants the other night when they were making out in his truck. That's as far as she'd let Tyler get, kissing her and feeling her up (above the waist only). She was just practicing on him after all. In her heart and mind, Ashley had already chosen her step father, Matt, to be her first. She just had to figure out how to convince him to go along with her plan. With new determination to bring this plan to fruition, she smiled a devilish little grin and chose an outfit to wear down to dinner.
Matt
Layla was at the counter putting the finishing touches on dinner when I entered the kitchen from setting the table in the dining room. Her gorgeous, round ass looked amazing in her tight jeans, and her button-down white blouse was tied at her waist, accentuating its small circumference. Her hourglass figure never failed to get him going, feeling his cock harden in my pants at the sight of her. Even after 4 years of marriage, she still turned him on like they had just met.
Slipping up behind her, he palmed her large breast and squeezed while pressing his hardening cock into her denim covered ass. "You and dinner both look delicious," he confessed. "I can't wait to devour you both tonight."
"Stop it," she exclaimed, trying to sound serious."Ashley will catch you fooling around!" A throat cleared and he turned to see his step daughter in the doorway, watching them intently. Matt gave her a sheepish smile and hoped she wouldn't see the tent forming in his khakis as he headed to the dining room with glasses for iced tea. She stood her ground in the doorway as he excused himself and tried to get by. She did not budge as her eyes fell to his crotch. Matt tried to think of baseball, anything that would make his dick behave. Instead of deflating, that traitor just got bigger and harder under her stare. A knowing smile came across her pretty little mouth as she finally stepped aside.
Following him into the dining room, Ashley made sure he got an unfettered view of her breasts as she let her loose, white tank top fall forward as she reached across the table in an effort to straighten the silverware. Frozen in spot, he took in the view of her pink nipples and the alluring way her firm tits jiggled under her top. Looking up, he met her gaze as she stood up and let the shoulder of the tank top fall and expose her right breast completely. She silently dared him to say something, and then quickly fixed her top as she heard her mother coming in from the kitchen. It was going to be a long meal with his stiff cock refusing to subside under the table.
Ashley
Ashley got stuck on dish duty following dinner. She was fuming as she imagined her mom and Matt upstairs fooling around. She was pretty sure that her mom was rubbing Matt's cock under the table at dinner. They couldn't excuse themselves fast enough after dinner, her mom claiming to have a headache and needing to lie down. The unfairness of that stung, as Ashley felt she was at least partly responsible for her step father's erection.
After finishing the dishes, Ashley went up to her room to work on homework and text Tyler. At least she knew that HE wanted her! They had dated some during his senior year, but now that he was in college, she was extra flattered by his interest in her. She was not disappointed when Tyler responded immediately to her text and said how much he'd enjoyed their date the other night. On impulse she asked him if he wanted to come over and watch some Netflix with her. She figured she wouldn't see her mom and stepdad the rest of the night. He quickly accepted her invitation, and before long, was pulling up in front of her house. She'd considered changing into something less revealing, as she was still wearing the white tank top and short, tight pink running shorts she'd worn to dinner to get Matt's attention. The look on Tyler's face when she answered the door told her that she made the right call, his eyes going wide and straight to her braless breasts swaying gently under the thin cotton.
"C'mon in," Ashley invited and turned to lead Tyler into the living room, his eyes now appreciating her round, firm backside with just the hint of luscious cheek peeking out under the edge of her too short shorts. He adjusted his cock in his jeans as it started to stiffen. The two sat on the sofa and turned on an episode of The Office, but by the end of the first episode, Ashley was sitting on Tyler's lap kissing him passionately while he felt her perky tits under her tank. She was grinding in his lap as they kissed and Tyler was afraid he'd have a repeat of his premature ejaculation from the other night.
"You're killing me, Ash," he breathed out heavily into her mouth. Ashley stilled on his lap, looked in his eyes and smiled as she slipped to the floor in front of him. Tyler nervously looked over his shoulder at the stairs that led upstairs, worrying that they might get caught by her parents. However, his small head had taken over for his big head and he looked down at Ashley's beautiful face. She unbuttoned his jeans and eased the zipper down, releasing his rigid cock from its confines. Tyler's cock was beautifully formed and a nice size, though not as long or thick as her stepfather's, which she'd seen more than once as she spied on him through the large glass shower doors in the master bath.
