My Stepfather Wants Me
Lilac 20
Daisy 18
Mother 42
Stepfather 45
Mum re-married at the age of 40, when I was 18. I'd noticed him looking at me. Sometimes I got the feeling he was staring at me and I DID catch him staring at me occasionally. My name is Lilac.
When I turned 20, after 2 years of stable marriage with my mum, and after he had established himself in our household, my stepfather sat me down in my bedroom to talk to me. My sister Daisy (yeah, mum likes flowers) and my mum were visiting my grandmother and they were staying there overnight; so I was alone in the house with my stepfather.
"What do you think of me?" he asked.
"Alright, I guess. Mum seems to like you."
"But you don't?"
I shrugged. "You're not my dad."
"You CAN like someone even if they're not your dad," he said rather logically.
I just shrugged again.
"I think you're really pretty."
This time I looked up at him with raised eyebrows. He'd never said anything like that before.
"No, really. You are exceptionally beautiful. Your eyes, hair, face, skin. You glow. And...." Then his eyes landed on my chest; my tits to be precise.
"Th...Thank you," I said, feeling a bit disarmed by his unexpected complement.
"Your mother must have looked like this when she was younger. "
"May be," I shrugged.
"I wish I'd met your mum when she was your age or younger. "
"Eh? You don't like her now?"
"NO! No, don't get me wrong she's lovely, but it would have been even more amazing if I'd hooked up with her from your or your sister's age."
"Why?" I had concern in my voice.
"Just look at you, your flawless skin, your abundant shiny hair," he said, now running his hands over my cheek and hair, making me nervous and shiver. "Your body, so wonderfully curvy, so feminine...your boyfriend is very lucky," he said, putting his hands on my shoulders and running them up and down my arms, surprising me even more.
He was making me feel really uneasy now, the way he was talking and touching me.
"I'd love to see your tits," he said casually, just like that, but it was a slap in the face for me.
"WHAT!" I shot back at him, unbelieving what I had just heard. Did I just hear that?
"Just look at you...when you get dressed and see yourself naked, don't you admire yourself? Don't you think how beautiful and sexy you look?"
I was getting really confused and breathing heavily now with the way my stepfather was talking to me.
"I'd love to see you naked."
I was dumbfounded. Speechless. My known world shattered. The boundaries I thought existed in our family evaporated. I no longer knew what was real. First my tits and now completely naked?
"Your...you're not allowed to talk to me like that! You're my dad!" I continued to breathe deeply as if I'd been running.
"Stepdad," he corrected calmly.
"But you're supposed to be my dad now!" I pleaded. "Dad or stepdad...you can't talk to me like that."
"Even if you were my real daughter I'd still would have loved to see you naked."
My jaw dropped and my head began to spin as he leant towards me and kissed me on my lips. But before I could push him away he released my lips.
"W...What are you doing?" I asked breathlessly. Each passing second I was going deeper and deeper into a maze. My known reality a distant memory. "I'll tell mum." That was the ultimate defence I could come up with.
There was a long pause where we just looked at each other. I thought my threat stopped him. But at the same time I felt scared that he'll now get angry for threatening him.
"Do you
really
want to tell your mum?"
But his continued calmness was REALLY confusing me, disarming me.
"Your mum really likes me...no, loves me. She's finally found love after so many years of pain with your actual dad. Would you want to upset her again?"
"Eh? Why are you twisting this? It's you who's trying to hurt her." He was really messing with my head.
"I make her very, VERY happy. I love her. I treat her well. I take care of her needs in bed like no one ever did. Ask her."
"EEEOOWW! I'm not gonna ask about you and her in bed!" Then my head jerked down at feeling something. I gasped at seeing my stepdad cupping and squeezing my left breast! For a moment I blinked, unbelieving what my eyes were seeing. But then I pulled his hand away.
"Have you had sex with your boyfriend?"
"NO! I mean none of your business!" His change of tact confused me. Even before I could censure him for touching me inappropriately he swept me past that onto the defensive.
"So you just rub yourself instead...masturbate for relief."
I was left speechless again. It wasn't even a question. It was as if he knew about my sex life and what I did secretly in the privacy of my bed at night. True, I haven't had sex with my boyfriend yet, I'm still a virgin. I'm still not sure about him to do it with him. Sure, I let him grope me...you know, let him squeeze my tits and sometimes let him put his hand up my skirt. I've even given him occasional handjobs, only because I was dead curious to see what a cock looked like and definitely what it felt like.
"That's OK. Infact that's very good. Better to give yourself hand relief than to have sex with the wrong person or before you're ready."
Huh? How did the conversation move onto my sex life?
"Even though I have your mother to have sex with I still like to masturbate...you know, just my personal ME time and indulge in some illicit fantasies."
Why was he doing this to me? Why was he telling me these things? I don't wanna know.
Now I couldn't help but picture him with his hard cock, stroking himself. My heart raced. My mind a jumble.
"So does your mother..."
"Huh? What about my mother?" My wayward thoughts distracted me from reality. But as soon as he answered I absolutely regretted asking that question.
"You're mother also sometimes rubs herself, like you, even though I can fuck her whenever she wants me to."
"DAD! OHMYGOD!"
"I'm just saying, I'm glad you masturbate instead of..."
"OK! OK!"
"You're a good girl."
"I'm gonna tell mum," I threatened again. I didn't know what else to say or do. For some reason I was glued to my seat on the bed. I felt incapable of getting up and leaving his presence, may be because we were in MY bedroom after all. HE should be the one to leave my room. Silly, I know, but like I said I was in an alternate reality.
"Lilac, your mother is VERY happy with me. She's found much happiness with me after a long time. You know that. I know you do. Why would you want to tell your mum? I give her happiness, including sex, the way no man ever did and she loves it. She loves the way I lick her. Did you know no one had given her oral pleasure before? EVER? Not even your father? She absolutely loves that. Let me show you."
"Huh? What do...EEEEEEEKK." Before I knew what was happening he had quickly lifted up my legs, dived in between them, under my skirt, pulled aside my knickers and had his mouth on my pussy!
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" I started to pant and gasp. It felt great. But reflexively I tried to push his head away. No good. The more he probed and licked, even using his fingers, the more it felt good. Eventually I stopped trying to push his head away and instead
actually
began to hold his head and grind my pussy against his face. I couldn't help it!
"Yes, yes. OH, YES! YES DAD! YESSSS! YESS, DADDDYYYYY!!" I literally screamed out my incredible explosive orgasm. With both hands now I held his head wantonly thrusting my hips up at his head, pushing his face onto my pussy.
Oh, God, that felt SO good. Like NOTHING I had ever felt before. For a flashing brief moment I loved my stepdad.
I felt exhausted, drained. My arms flopped to my sides leaving my stepdad still between my legs, under my skirt, gently licking, rubbing and touching me, helping me to come down slowly in a luxurious floating dream.
My pussy still pulsed giving me delicious aftershocks and making me shiver, but slowly my breathing somewhat normalized and I came back groggily to the present.
He must have realized since now he pulled himself out from under my skirt and back up again, smiling at me.
"This is just one of the pleasures I give your mother. Do you really want to stop her getting that?"
"But why me?" I realized he still had his hand up my skirt, rubbing my pussy. Holding his arm with both my hands I pulled his hand off me, somewhat reluctantly.
"You're very pretty. You're young. You're still a teenager. I never had a girlfriend when I was young. I want to know what a young girl looks and feels like. I want to experience having sex with someone young like you. I missed out on all that when I was young," he finally confessed.
"Why?"
"I was too shy to talk to girls. I just watched porn and masturbated a lot, fantasizing about the girls at school and the teachers."
"But you're...you're so GOOD!" My still tingling pussy drove me to complimenting him, honest. I didn't mean to.
"Thank you. In my 30s I made it my mission to learn."
"Hold on, did you say you now want to have SEX with me? Not just see me naked?!" I gasped realizing what he had just said.
"Yes."