Twelve years ago my mom remarried and things have been wonderful with Steve around the house since then. He is a lot younger than my mom and doesnât have any kids of his own but raised all of us just like we are his. They are still very happy however Steve is a lot hornier than my mom and always needs sex.
Steve and my mom would attend all of the activities that I was involved with in school and since I was so young when they got married I consider him to be my dad; I even call him daddy. Including myself there are three kids in the family and we all like Steve a lot, he always makes time to talk and play or whatever with each of us and we have become pretty close
Steve is 31, my mom is 40, and I am now 23, my younger brothers are 15 and 18. Steve is 5â10â, 275 pounds with a broad chest and a narrow waist, brown hair, cut high and tight like a Marine and brown eyes so deep that you can get lost in them. He is in really good shape and works out at the gym three days a week. Lately I have begun wondering how large his cock is because he has a real nice bulge when he wears his jeans.
My mom is 5â6â, 135 pounds, 38D tits, brown hair and brown eyes. My name is Angelina but daddy calls me angel, I am 5â4â, 125 pounds, 32B tits, waist length brown hair and brown eyes. My measurements are 32-24-34, with very nicely shaped hips perfect for riding hard. My pussy is cropped close and the only hair is right in the center just like a short Mohawk. As you can see, I am on the petite side.
When I was 21 I had gone through a real bad break up with my boyfriend and mom was working a lot of overtime so I started sharing my problems with Steve. When Steve came home from work he would find me in my room crying because of the old boyfriend and would walk in to see if I was okay. He would sit on the edge on my bed and put his arm around me and I would just bury my head in his shoulder and cry, then I would tell him all about my jerk of a boyfriend that I caught in bed with one of my girlfriends. Steve always held me close and would listen until I had finished crying and then tell me how pretty I was and how stupid my old boyfriend was for not treating me right. I remember him saying one time how I would find a new boyfriend soon and I told him that I didnât want any stupid boy; all they ever thought about was themselves and I needed a real man in my life.
Dad felt real bad for me during this time and we started spending a lot more time together. We would have daddy/daughter days on some of the weekends or after work at night. We would go to the mall for shopping or go to the local amusement park and take in all of the rides. There were a lot of times when we would go to lunch and then sit in a park and talk about everything and anything. I remember one day in particular, I was still bitching about my cheating boyfriend when dad told me that his sex life with mom is great but he wants more, a lot more and mom always complained that he wanted it too much.
I realized about a year ago that I had fallen in love with him; this was not the daddy/daughter love that you would expect. This love is so powerful that I would do anything for him; I was wishing that I were the one that he had married.
I remember one night after a daddy/daughter outing that I couldnât sleep. I was tossing and turning in bed and constantly thinking of dad. We had a wonderful time together; we had a candlelight dinner, a long walk in the park and then dancing at my favorite club. This was the best night out that we ever had; we slow danced a lot and I loved the feel of him holding me so tight. I swear there were a few times I could feel his hard cock pressing against me, and in a strange way it felt so good. I was thinking that if I had gone out with a boyfriend I would be in his bed fucking his brains out right now and having all kinds of fun, then it dawned on me; I could seduce my dad.
As soon as that thought entered my mind I felt a tingle in my pussy and it felt hard to breathe. I slid my hand underneath my panties and noticed how wet I was already. I was really getting into the fantasy of fucking my daddy as I slid two fingers into my juicy cunt with my other hand furiously rubbing my clitty.
I heard myself moan, âOh Daddy, Fuck your little girl. Your hard cock feels so good in my tiny juicy cunt.â I instantly broke into a mind blowing orgasm from this fantasy and once again realized that I needed to fuck my daddy for real. I started feeling a little guilty afterwards that I had masturbated to a fantasy of my dad but I kept telling myself that it felt so good and we are both adults.
I fell into a fitful sleep for the rest of the night; images of my dad and I were always in my mind. I woke up the next morning so horny I felt like screaming. I decided to let the fantasy go a bit further and started playing with my pussy.
I was whispering over and over,
âFuck me daddy, make your little girl cum on your big cock.â
âOh daddy, you are so deep in my cunt, I can feel your cock touch bottom.â
âOH FUCK DADDDDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYYYY, YOUR LITTLE GIRL IS CUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGG.â
During this I had two fingers in my wet pussy and I was pushing another into my asshole. I have really wanted to get fucked in the ass but I am afraid to do it with a boyfriend, maybe my dad will be gentle and loosen me up first.
This orgasm was so strong my legs were shaking and twitching afterwards, but I felt so at peace I knew that I was going to imagine being with my daddy again before the day was out. I remained in bed enjoying the post orgasmic glow for a while and then decided to get into the shower; I put on my robe and walked to the upstairs bathroom. The funny part was that I had to pass daddy in the hall way and I stared him straight in the eye, thinking of my wonderful orgasm just a few minutes earlier. I showered, shaved my legs and pussy and put my clothes on and went to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. I entered the kitchen and there was daddy sitting at the table having a cup of coffee.
I grabbed something to eat, a cup of coffee and sat down across from dad. He had the strangest look in his eyes while he was staring out through the window and I ask him about it. Dad told me that once again mom said he was too horny and he should control his sexual urges. I started giggling about this and dad said, âOkay you little shit, whatâs so funny?â