In the Car with Daddy while Mom Shops at Target
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"Should I shave my pussy, daddy?" Heather sweetly asked her stepdad from the backseat of the car.
Caledon sat at the driver's seat, groaning, shaking his head in bemusement. His wife—and Heather's mom—had just stepped out of the car a while ago. He turned to the backseat ready to chide his stepdaughter.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he began to say.
His mouth dropped open and he gulped.
Her black miniskirt was pulled up the waist. Her legs, in black knit thigh-high stockings, were spread. And her panties were nonexistent.
She had her hand between her legs, playing with the hairs of her bush.
"Oh, jeez," Caledon muttered.
"What?" she said innocently. She played with her ruffled pink polka-dot top. She played with her hair, throwing it back from her bare shoulders. She removed her heart-shaped sunglasses. And then she put both hands between her legs.
"I, you know, your mom, just, come on, baby, you, I..." He turned away and sighed.
She sat up on the seat and peered at him from behind his seat, giggling. "Relax, daddy."
"I'm relaxed."
She put a finger on his face and circled his cheek and ears. "Mom doesn't know."
He wrenched his face away from her playful fingers and nodded. "Yet."
She ran both hands through his har. "Are we in love yet?"
He relaxed his head as she massaged it. "I don't know, baby."
She jumped up and started crawling her petite body over the seats to get to the passenger side.
"Careful, bumpkin."
She plopped herself down and stretched a leg over the dashboard. She began rubbing her right hand on her pubic hair again, faster this time, grinning at him, writhing in the seat, grabbing his thigh with her left hand.
He clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"I'm thinking, ooh, ooh, Brazilian wax," she said while panting. "For the, unh, for the beach."
"I don't even know what that is." He started playing with the radio. "Who changed the damn presets?"
She took his hand from the radio and brought it between her legs. She rubbed it against the hairs. "Unh. What about my pussy, daddy?"
"Oh, come on, baby."
She laughed at him as he twisted and pulled his hand away.
"Surprised you didn't go in with her. You always need clothes, don't you? For that website thing you do?"
She began to curl up closer to him, closing her legs, but touching his hard chest. "My channel."
"Right. Nympho-something."
"Nymphet Fashion," she whined. "Get it right." She rubbed her hands on his abs.
"Right, right. What was the latest topic? "
She leaned into his ear. "How to seduce an older lover."
"Yeah, right."
She giggled. "No, 'How to Wear Pink Without Overdoing It'."
"Such important issues," he laughed.
She punched him. "Don't make fun." Then she placed the hand on his crotch.
"I'm sorry," he said, squirming as her hand felt his erection. "It's, it's important to you." He shook his head. "Social media." He shrugged. "I don't get it."
She put her hand on his shoulder and started getting up.
"What are you doing?"
"Move back," she said.
He cursed and hit a button on the side of his seat to slide it far back. Heather snuggled in between his legs and sat down. He still had to inch back to give her room. He leaned the seat back as well. She squirmed between his legs, getting comfortable, with her hands grabbing his thighs.
"Comfy?" he asked.
She nodded and kissed his cheek. "You?"
He shook his head no and kissed her back.
"Seatbelt," she said, taking his hands to wrap his arms around her.
She took his face to turn it to her and locked him into a long French kiss. For a second, they playfought with their tongues, chuckling as they played. They stopped and reengaged in the long kiss. She let go of his hands when she felt them sliding up her top to hold her breasts.
She stopped for a moment. "I like you," she chirped, as if surprised.
He chuckled at that. "I like you, too."
"You like Mom more?" she asked in a sad cooing voice.
He hesitated to answer. Instead, he kissed her neck.
"Lick me there," she ordered him in a gentle, airy voice.
He pushed her hair out of the way and slid his tongue up her neck to the back of her jaw. He licked up to her ear before stopping to spit out the hair that got stuck in his mouth. He went back down her neck and did it again.
She took his hand and brought it to her inner thigh. "Touch me here."
He slid his hand deeper and fingered her. "Like that, sweetheart?" he said.
She nodded with her eyes closed. He fingered her faster. She whimpered a protest. He slowed down. She smiled and moaned. He let his other hand take over and began digging his finger into her.
"Like that, bumpkin?"
She leaned her head against his. "Like that," she replied. "Like that, daddy."
He started going faster again, driving one hand in and out of her fast, the other circling her clitoris. Her fist clenched a handful of his shirt. Her back arched. Her mouth panted quick breaths.
"Da-da-daddy-daddy," she tried to say.
She slammed the window with her free hand, placed another on top his big hands. She turned to look at him and he smiled at her pained, pleasured face.
"Take that, you sweet naughty, nasty little pussy, you," he said in a voice so low and serious, she was surprised and immediately tried to kiss him. But an orgasm was coming, and she jerked here, twisted there, and tried to curse but no words came out. She tried to pull his hand out when it was getting too much. But he didn't let her. She could only reach up and touch his face as she shook and trembled and finally landed a shaky kiss on his face.
When he released her, he brought his soaked finger to her lips. She opened her mouth.
But someone knocked on their window. He cursed and tried to pull her skirt down to cover his stepdaughter's exposed body.
"Hey, y'all got some change?" the person said.
Caledon shook his head angrily while Heather looked at the man innocently and apologetically.
"Aw, shit, y'all busy. I'm sorry, keep doin' what you doin'."
Caledon waved him away while Heather giggled at that.
