I Want My Stepfather
TRACY
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“I want you to seduce your stepfather.”
The words clanged in my ears like someone had dropped a metal in a library flood. Loud. Wrong.
My spine jagged up, straightening so fast. I turned to face her, throwing my widened gaze at my mother.
A few months ago, she was young and vibrant. Her gold hair is glossy and shimmering. But now she was as pale as the white-washed walls of our basement. Her bones were now protruding like her skeleton was about to jump out of her skin.
“What?” I blinked.
It didn’t make sense no matter how many times I flipped it. Said it slowly or quickly. It was still wrong. She wanted me to seduce My stepfather, her husband whom she loved dearly.
My mother drew closer to me, her ass brushing against the mattress. “Tracy, you’re an adult and I know you’re no longer a virgin.”
My cheeks turned red as I tucked my chin. My mothers drew closer and wrapped my hand, her palm cold against mine. “I haven’t been able to. ..you know…” she sighed. “I haven’t been able to f**k him because of my sickness.” Her voice just a pitch above a whisper. “And a man has his needs…”
I cut her off. “Is that why I have to…” I swallowed the words as they were too heavy to say.
She nodded. “Just keep him… home with us. Keep him satisfied.” Her gaze turned glassy like this was more difficult for her than I.
I averted my gaze because her eyes were breaking and so were mine.
“But, Daddy loves you,” I said, “he loves you very much.”
“That’s why you’re the best option. You like me, the younger version though.” She forced a smile and cupped my cheeks.
She was right. I was my mother’s daughter. The same green eyes, blonde hair, small round face. While my mother looked like a model before her sickness, I was shorter and thicker.
Gently, my mother pinched at my cheeks. “You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at him?”
My throat tightened, and I shook my head violently. “It’s not like that I just admired him.”
My stepfather was a nice gentleman. I remembered how he always gave me what I wanted from ice creams to toys. It was hard not to admire such a doting man. That’s why this felt so wrong.
“Please you have to do this for us, for our family,” she said, “if he finds another woman to satisfy him, it can scatter our family. Do you want that to happen?”
A chill struck me and my stomach tightened.
She let go of my hand and pushed herself off the bed. “Think about it. I’m leaving on Friday for GrandMa’s place. I’m taking Timmy along. Use that chance to seduce him.”
When she reached the door, she turned back. “Thank you for saving my marriage.” She shut the door behind her.
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Evening came and dinner was ready, my mother had sent me to call my stepfather for dinner. It was never an issue, but since we had that discussion. Every thought of him made my inside shrivel, I couldn’t imagine being f****d by my stepfather—a man I practically saw as my own father.
I strode down the corridor, before pausing in my step-father’s room. The door is slightly ajar. I reached for the handle about to open when I heard a sound. A groan.
Gentle and slow, I pushed the door open. Not all the way. Just enough. And through the sliver, I see him.
My stepfather, sitting on the couch, his boxers pooling on his ankles, exposing his c**k and balls. His c**k was hard. Long. Thick. Thicker than my ex I had given my virginity.
My mind went blank, as I watched him. Watched his fingers run down his thick member that glistened from the oil he had rubbed on it.
A shiver tore down my spine and my p***y hummed with tension, and I felt my cracks wet.
His c**k tightened and throbbed with stroke. A drop of pre c*m of ooze from his tip and traveled down his shaft.
The disgust I felt when my mother had told me evaporated as my body flushed hot. My cunt ached as I stared at his nudity, his long hard c**k over his heavy-looking balls, his muscular chest, his toned abs. His beauty wasn’t like that of my ex, it was roguish, one that you can only buy with time
Succumbing to the s****l overload, my fingers found its way into my panties, I slid my fingers through my lips. My body vibrated as my finger found my clit and pressed hard on it.
I rubbed it hard, first in circles, then up and down, trying to tease away the tension. My heart slammed in my chest, my legs trembled as I leaned against the door frame for support.
His hands slid down and up and then he tightened his grip at his tip, squeezing the head of c**k.
Fuck. It was the most erotic thing I had seen. More erotic than any porn I had watched.
I couldn’t take it anymore, so I slipped my finger into my drenching hole. “Mmmhhh.” I clasped my mouth with my other hand, muffling a moan, as my fingers began to slide in and out, caressing my tight walls.
And when my stepdad began to hump, f*****g his hand, I ground my cunt against my palm as I thrust my finger in and out of my hole. It was as if his c**k was inside me, I could imagine his hot throbbing member filling me.
He grabbed his balls with his other hand and massaged it as he stroked his c**k fervently, His chest heaving.
I mirrored his breath, his expression—mouth gaped open.
His balls tightened, his thighs convulsed and he let out a groan as he shot out his hot cream from his tip, spraying the white thick liquid across his stomach and the base of his shaft.
The erotic sight turned me on more. I wanted to taste it. Wanted to suck on his d**k like the popsicles he had bought for me when I was younger.
Choking on a gasp, I shuddered, spilling my juice all over my fingers.
Immediately I returned to my room. I couldn’t bring myself to call him or even sit for dinner.
I felt a flicker of guilt, but as I remembered his c**k, his expression, my body grew hotter and warmer, and I couldn’t wait till Friday.
I couldn’t wait to be f****d by him.
