Tiffany - Not My Stepdaughter

TIFFANY-NOT MY STEPDAUGHTER

PART 3

CHAPTER 1

When I got home from Tiffany's, after giving her 2 orgasms orally, I had to masturbate. She said she wanted to suck me but I told her no. This time was her turn. Who in their right mind says no to a blow job?

After masturbating, I took a shower. As I was going to bed, Tiffany texted and said, "Thanks again, Dan. I needed that. Good night."

I texted back and told her it was my pleasure. And it was. I wondered how I had gotten so lucky. This was like a dream. I mean, I'm not a hunk, or anything close. Why would a young, beautiful girl pick me? I am just an average looking 60 year old man. 6 ft. tall. 190 lbs. I'm not athletic or muscular or anything, but in pretty decent shape. I guess you could say fit. My hair is thinning on top and I keep it short. Currently have what they call a Fu Manchu moustache. I alternate between a full beard, or a goatee, or a mustache of varying lengths. I have been told in the past that I was handsome, but that was in my younger days. Then I slept like a rock.

Tiffany called the next day and asked if I was doing anything for her Mom's birthday. It was coming up in 2 weeks. I usually got her a card and took her out to dinner. We still had a cordial friendship.

I said, "Probably just the usual card and dinner. Why?"

She said, "I've been thinking about a new TV for her. She has so much trouble figuring out how to use the Roku for Netflix and Hulu and stuff. I thought maybe she could use a smart TV more easily. Wouldn't need separate remotes."

I said, "Yeah it probably would be easier for her."

"And I was just wondering if you would want to split the cost?", she asked.

"Sure. That sounds good," I said. "You want some money now or just let me know what you spend and I'll give you half?"

This was something we had done many times. Neither of us ever knew what to get her Mom. She was hard to please. So, if one of us came up with an idea we'd ask the other if they wanted to go half.

"Actually, I was wondering if you'd go with me to pick it out? Make sure I get a good one without spending too much," she said.

I said, "Sure. Be happy to. But I expect you know more about them than I do. You're more up on modern technology than I am."

"Maybe," she replied, "But you know more about the different brands. And quality, and features."

"Okay," I agreed, "Any particular day and time you want to go?"

"I was thinking this weekend, if you're free," she said.

"I got something to do Saturday, but I'm free Sunday if that suits you," I said.

"That works," she replied. "I'll call you Sunday morning and set a place and time to meet."

I said, "Why don't I just pick you up? No sense in both of us driving. Unless you have other stuff to do, too."

"Actually, I do," she replied. "I'm meeting my friend Amy at 1 for lunch."

"Oh. Okay," I said. "Want to meet at Target at say 10:00 o'clock?"

"Perfect," she said.

CHAPTER 2

We went to Target that weekend, got a TV, and I took it home with me as I have an SUV and she drives a Camry. We agreed to meet at her Mom's on Saturday two weeks from yesterday for her birthday.

I didn't see Tiffany any more until that Saturday, but I talked to her once on the phone. No particular reason. I called her to see how everything was going. We just like to stay in touch.

We went to her Mom's on her birthday bearing cards and our gift. I got there about noon. Tiffany was already there. She said she got there at about 10. And she didn't look happy. I figured they were fighting again. I could tell that Nancy, Tiffany's mom, had been drinking. A little early, even for her. That was one contributing factor in our divorce. I said earlier we had a cordial friendship, but when she was drinking or drugging not so much.

I said, "Happy birthday, Nance. Cocktail hour come a little early today?"

"Thank you, Dan," she replied. And in a very snide way said, "And, yes, I'm celebrating my birthday with a drink. You got a problem with that?"

"No," I said. "I don't think I'm the one with the problem."

"Fuck off," she said.

So much for our cordial relationship. Today, anyway.

"Tiffany," I said. "I'll bring the gift in, then it might be best if I go."

"Dan, please stay," she begged. Then kinda mouthed to me in private, "I can't deal with this alone. Please?"

I said I would stay for a little while. As long as her Mom didn't get too obnoxious.

Thanks, Dan, I appreciate it," she replied.

Nancy said, "What are you two whispering about? Got secrets? It's not nice to hide things from the birthday girl."

Tiffany said, "No secrets, Mom. Just discussing your gift."

"Alright, then," Nancy said. "I wasn't expecting gifts. You know you don't need to get me a gift."

She always says that, but Tiffany and I both knew there would be no peace unless we did.

"Hang tight right here, and I'll get it out of my car," I said.

Tiffany said, "I'll help you."

As we walked out to my car, Tiffany said, "God dammit! I hate when she gets drunk. And I think I saw her taking some kinda pills a while ago. Thank you for agreeing to stay. I don't think I could deal with this shit alone right now. Maybe we can make this short."

"Oh, it's gonna be short,." I said. "For me, anyway. I put up with her shit long enough. I'll stay for you. For a little while, at least. You should cut out quick, too. You're not obligated to stay just because she's your mother. Bad behavior is bad behavior no matter who it comes from."

"Thank you, Dan, you're a lifesaver," she said.

We carried the TV inside and gave it to Nancy along with our cards, and tried to be nice. She put on a big show of being appreciative and raved about what a good daughter and ex-husband she had, but we knew it was all an act. She's incapable of caring about anyone or anything.

After about a half hour Nancy said she was going to the bathroom. After she left the room Tiffany and I told each other we were sorry the other one had to go through this.

"Well, you don't have to," Tiffany said. "You were smart enough to get out. But yet you still put up with her. I don't have a choice. I'm stuck."

I said, "Tiffany, your Mom's not a bad person, just a sick one. I loved her once and still care about her. That's why I still come around. I like to help where I can. Granted, she makes it difficult at times. And you're not stuck. You can make your own decisions about whether to be around her or not. I know you two have a very contentious relationship. But I know she loves you very much, and I also know you love her. As hard as it is. But you do not have to stick around just because she's your mother. You have to do what is right for you, and makes you happy,"

"Thank you for being my friend and supporting me," she said. "And I don't hate her. Most of the time, anyway. It's just times like this that are the hardest."

I said, "Where is the old battle ax, anyway? She has been gone a long time."

"Mom?," Tiffany called. "Mom?" When she got no answer, she said, "I'll go check."

Tiffany came back a minute later and said, "Well, I guess you got your excuse to leave early. She's passed out cold on her bed. I checked her breathing. She's okay. I put a blanket over her. So you're free to go. I think I'll stick around and make sure she doesn't burn the house down or something."

"I'm so sorry, Tiff," I said. "Tell you what. Let's have a piece of birthday cake. Then we'll hook up her new TV. Something to keep us busy until you feel it's safe to leave."

She smiled, hugged me, and said, "Thanks."

CHAPTER 3

We got the TV all hooked up and programmed in about 30 minutes. And talked about this and that to avoid the subject of her mom. We joked and laughed and had a good time. Then we made a pot of coffee and sat in the living room to talk some more. We drank coffee, and shot the breeze for about an hour.

Tiffany went to check on her mother again. She came back, and said, "Lights out. I don't think we'll see her anymore today. Which is fine by me."

"Me, too," I said. "So what do we do now? Are you ready to go, or do you still feel the need to stay?"

She replied, "I guess I should be here if she does wake up, or I'll never hear the end of it. But you can go." Then she hugged me and said again, "Thanks again for coming. And for staying with me this long. It made it more tolerable."

I knew she was upset. I held her in my arms and consoled her. She laid her head on my shoulder, and said, "You're such a good guy, Dan. Mom really fucked up when she let you go."

I said, "Thank you. And you're a wonderful person, and a good daughter. But like I said earlier, your Mom has some issues, and it just couldn't last between us."

It felt good holding Tiffany's body against me, and I rubbed my face in her hair. It felt soft and silky. And smelled good. I breathed in her perfume. I don't know the name of what she wears, but I love the fragrance. I felt her breasts pressing into my chest. I started rubbing her back. I realized I was getting aroused by her.

She raised her head and looked at me. She asked, "Do I feel someone coming to life?" And pushed her groin against mine.

I chuckled, and said, "Yeah, I guess you do."

"So. What do you propose we do about that?" she asked.

"Maybe we should get out of here and go somewhere to discuss it," I said.

She looked at me with a big grin on her face, and said, "I've got a better idea. Follow me."

"Just what are you up to?" I asked playfully.

"You'll see. Just come along," she teased.

She took my hand and led me down the hallway. We stopped and glanced in at Nancy. Out like a light. Tiffany pulled me along. She led me into what used to be her bedroom growing up.

"Tiffany?," I questioned. "Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack," She said, and grinned.

"My God, Tiff!", I exclaimed. "Your mother is right down the hall. We can't do anything here."

"That makes it so much more exciting," she said. "Don't you think?"

I had to admit, it did add to the excitement. I looked around the room. It was nothing like it had been when Tiffany was growing up here. Pretty much everything about it was different.

As I was looking around, Tiffany had come up behind me, and reached around to squeeze my crotch. I was already half hard from our actions in the living room, and the thought of having sex with her while her mother, my ex, was just down the hall. I became fully hard immediately when she did that. I said in an earlier part of the story that she must have cured my ED. I think that might be true. Or maybe I had just lost interest in sex while still with my wife.

I turned and took Tiffany in my arms and kissed her passionately. "Are you sure you want to do this here? Now?", I asked.

"Oh. I'm quite sure," she replied.

Tiffany was dressed casually today. White shorts, which I love, a red, sleeveless button-up blouse that clung to, and accentuated, her breasts. Her hair was in a ponytail.

We started kissing again. She reached down between our bodies and rubbed my hard dick through my pants. I was grateful I was wearing khakis because they are looser fitting and left room for expansion without being uncomfortable. I fondled a breast as I kissed her. Things were heating up rapidly.

After a couple minutes of kissing and fondling each other, I stepped back and held her at arm's length. "My God, Tiffy!", I said. "You are truly beautiful. You are so fucking hot!"

"Just shut the fuck up and fuck me," she said.

She started to unbutton her blouse. I stopped her hand, and said, "No. Let me." I have always loved undressing a woman. I find it totally erotic. For me, it's the best part of foreplay.

I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, prolonging my excitement. When I undid the last button, I took her bra-encased breasts in my hands and squeezed and fondled them. Her nipples responded immediately, and pushed out against her thin bra.

As I was doing this, she was undoing my belt, unbuckling my pants, and sliding my zipper down. I pushed her blouse off of her shoulders. She stopped undoing my pants long enough for me to slide her blouse down and off her arms. My pants, being undone, had dropped to the floor. She reached her hand into the fly of my boxers and took my rock hard dick in her hand.

I reached behind her head and slid the band off her ponytail, releasing her hair. She shook her head back and forth, loosening and fluffing her hair. She was breathtaking. Her hair free, but a mess. Her hard nipples poking against her red, transparent bra.

As she pushed my boxers down, I reached around and unfastened her bra. I pulled the straps off of her shoulders and she switched hands on my dick allowing me to get her bra off of one arm at a time.

She dropped to her knees and pulled my boxers to the floor. She stroked my engorged cock and looked up at me with her beautiful, blue eyes. She gently squeezed and fondled my balls as she kissed up and down my shaft. I so badly wanted her to take me in her mouth. But I also was afraid I would cum as soon as she did. When she finally did slide her lips over the head of my cock it was all I could do to hold back. As she moved her head back and forth I reached down and softly squeezed her tits.

I enjoyed this for a couple of minutes. Then I put my hands under her armpits and coaxed her to her feet. I started kissing her again and ran my hands up and down her back. I alternated between squeezing her ass and her tits. I kissed her lips, her face, her neck. I lowered my head and kissed all around her breasts. I took a nipple into my mouth and suckled it like a baby while massaging the other one with my hand, and tweaking the nipple. I gently nibbled it with my teeth, which drove her wild. She held my mouth to her tits as she said, "O shit, Dan! You're driving me crazy!"

I kissed her lips again and she rubbed against me like a mad woman. As we tried to force our tongues down each other's throats, I slid a hand between our bodies and rubbed her pussy through her shorts. Even through the shorts I could feel the heat coming from her excited cunt. I laid her back on the bed, unbuckled her white shorts, and slid them down her legs, and off. I stood looking at her while I kicked off my shoes, took off my shirt, and stepped out of my boxers. My dick was as hard as a rock and pointing straight at her.

I ran a finger up and down her slit through her panties, which were plain white with frilly lace around the edges, and a little heart off to the left side, and wet in the middle. Then I leaned over and kissed her pussy through her panties. I felt the wetness and heat of her passion on my lips. And breathed in the intoxicating aroma. After a couple minutes I straightened up, took the waistband of her panties in my hands, and ever so slowly slid them down to her knees. I cupped her hot pussy in my hand and rubbed her gently. I ran a finger up and down her slit before inserting a finger up to the knuckle. I felt her engorged clit pressing against my finger and concentrated on it for a few seconds.

As her first orgasm rocked her body, she tried to suppress a scream. I put a finger to my lips and said, "Shhh. Remember where we are." It was all she could do to not scream. She writhed on the bed, and moaned, "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!"

My hand was drenched with her juices. I laid down beside her on the bed and stuck a finger in her mouth, and she licked her own juice off of it. I then licked my own hand to taste her again. She had my dick in her hand now, and was stroking me. She got up on her knees and took my dick in her mouth. She stroked me with one hand while massaging my balls with the other and licking and kissing up and down my shaft.

I was laying on my back and she was beside me on her knees blowing me. I put my hand on her inner thigh and coaxed her over to straddle my face. I pulled her panties the rest of the way off, and pulled her down to sit on my face. I started licking her pussy in the 69 position. With her pussy on my mouth, her tits rubbing my belly, and my dick in her mouth, I had never felt so much pleasure in my life. I had my hands on her ass and lightly fingered her asshole.

It did not take long before I shot my load in her mouth, and again she swallowed it all. She then sat up and continued to ride my face, moving her hips back and forth to rub her pussy all over my mouth and nose. She started fingering her clit as I licked her. I stuck my tongue into her hot cunt and moved it in and out. She soon let loose with her second orgasm, drenching my face with her marvelous juices. She rolled off of me and licked her own juice from my face.

We snuggled, kissed, and fondled each other for a few minutes. I said, "God, Tiffany. You're amazing." As I said this, I was alternating between rubbing her tits and her pussy.

"You're pretty amazing yourself," she said. "I've never cum so hard before." As she said this, she ran her hand down my body and started rubbing my cock, which started to slowly harden again. As my dick grew, she said,"Oh, my! What do we have here? Not done yet, huh?"

"I guess not," I said. I was surprised I was ready again that quickly. That had never happened before. "How about you?", I asked.

"Hey. I'm up for it, she replied. She laughed and said, "I guess I should say you're up for it." She pushed me over onto my back and straddled my hips. She rubbed her crotch back and forth on my hard dick. I fondled her tits and squeezed her ass cheeks as she did.

She leaned over me and kissed me and asked, "Are you ready?"

I said, "Can't you tell?

She raised up on her knees, and reached down and grabbed my cock. She rubbed it against her pussy lips a few times, then eased down to where just the head of my dick was inside her. She grinned down at me and moved her pelvis very slightly up and down.

"You are a fucking tease," I said. I grabbed her hips and thrust upwards into her. Holy shit! I had never felt such a tight pussy.

We both held still for a minute. I said, "God, Tiffany. You are so tight. You feel amazing." I know it wasn't tight because I have a huge dick. I don't. It Is about average. About 9 inches long and as big around as a toilet paper roll. It was because she never had that many lovers to wear it out.

But she said anyway, "You have a big dick. That's why it's tight." And, I don't know, maybe it was bigger than others she had. I like to think so.

She started to raise and lower her pussy slowly on my shaft. Very slowly at first, as she closed her eyes and laid her head back. She moaned, "Oh my God yes! That feels so good." She would ride me for a minute, or so, then stop and sit still for a minute, then start moving her hips up and down again. I guess she wanted to make it last. As did I.

I just gazed up in amazement at this beautiful girl making love to me. Wondering if I was dreaming. Alternating between massaging her tits and her ass.

I pulled her down so I could nuzzle and suck her tits while she rode me. She moved down a little so our lips could meet. I kissed her sensually as she continued to move her hips up and down my shaft.

She then sat up and started bucking her hips more quickly. And moaning, and saying, "Oh shit, I'm cumming! Fuck! Yeah. Right there. Just like that. Don't stop!"

After she came she stopped and sat still on top of me. I rolled her over onto her back. I kissed her and said, "Tiffany, you are truly something." I stood up and pulled her ass to the edge of the bed. I spread her legs and got between them and dropped to my knees. I lowered my mouth to kiss her cunt. I kissed and licked her delicious twat for just a minute then stood up and entered her again. She laid there moaning and writhing and I gazed at her beauty. I stroked in and out of her wet pussy a few times, then raised her feet up to my shoulders, allowing me to get maximum penetration. Neither one of us lasted very long. Just as I was starting to cum, I felt her juices gushing out around my cock.