Despite my earlier resolution to be totally honest with Marie, I was too ashamed to tell her about the spanking incident. Maybe I should have. Maybe it would have spared me the next embarrassing episode in the deeply erotic yet dangerous spiral that was enveloping my life.
Unaware of how I had blown it with Krissy over the spanking, Marie seemed to think it was cute or edgy or something to add to her roleplay repertoire by throwing Krissy into the mix. Nighttime remained the time when she went into her Daddy blowjob zone. In the mornings, though, she began to talk about Krissy while she fucked me.
"Would you like it if Krissy rode you like this?" she asked while bouncing up and down on my cock. "Or maybe," she said, shifting to an up-and-down twisting corkscrew motion that seemed to defy the laws of physics and physiology, "she could do THIS to you."
Marie leaned forward and braced her hands on my chest while pounding up and down on top of me. "Come on, Danny, say my name. Scream it. Scream, 'Fuck me Krissy!' Don't you want to fuck me? Don't you fucking want to fuck your fuckable little fuckdoll stepdaughter?"
I knew that for Marie this was merely a new fantasy roleplay that went alongside her Daddy thing. She thought it would be a novel addition to our morning lovemaking. She had no idea that Krissy had been teasing me for weeks, or that I was becoming obsessed with her. Marie had no idea how hard it was becoming to keep my hands off her daughter.
She also seemed to have no awareness, or I guess she didn't care, that the thin sheetrock in our house made it almost inevitable that Krissy would hear it in the next room if I called her name. Yet the more I held off on indulging Marie in her Krissy fantasy, the more loudly I wanted to scream: "Yeah, Krissy! Fuck your Daddy! Take my cock just like your mom does!" Part of me desperately wanted Krissy to wake to the sound of me screaming out how much I wanted to fuck her.
The longer I held off from begging for Krissy during our morning fucks, the harder Marie tried to induce me to do it. It became a game for her, one she was determined to win and one that I felt increasingly certain I was going to lose. When I fucked her doggie style, Marie turned her head back toward me and asked, "Doesn't my ass look just like my mom's, Danny? I bet you can hardly tell us apart."
The worst part was that it was true. Mother and daughter looked so much alike that they could, and often did, borrow each other's clothes. Other than Marie's slightly darker hair color, they could easily be mistaken for one another even at a short distance. The same gorgeous rounded ass that jutted outward, the same small waist, the same hourglass figure, the same oversized tits. I didn't have to close my eyes or even squint to imagine that I was pounding away at Krissy's ass instead of her mother's -- mother and daughter were like two sides of the same coin.
It was almost inevitable that the "Call Me Krissy" game was going to end badly. One day, Marie didn't have to be at work until after lunch, so on a whim I called my boss and asked for the morning off as well. At the time, all I was thinking was that after we sent Krissy off to school, maybe Marie and I would play hooky for a couple of hours and either go for a hike or maybe see an exhibit at the museum.
Krissy was barely out the door when Marie started dancing around the kitchen while putting away the dishes. "The museum can wait, Danny," she said. "How often do we get the house to ourselves?" She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, letting me see her gorgeous legs leading up to her tight little panties. Then she dropped the panties as well.
"Come on, Danny," she teased. "It's just the two of us here in this big house. Don't you want to fuck your big titted teenage stepdaughter?"
At that moment a dam broke, letting loose all the pent-up lust that had been building for weeks. Without the real Krissy herself listening in the next room, I felt free to indulge the fantasy that I had, the fantasy that my wife had been pushing on me, the fantasy that my stepdaughter had been feeding all these weeks.
"Okay, Krissy, you little pricktease," I told Marie. "Come here and take off that damn blouse and bra!"
Marie started giggling as she obeyed me. She walked toward me, swaying her hips and unbuttoning her blouse, alternating between looking shyly downward toward the floor and glancing coquettishly into my eyes. By the time she reached me, she had undone the blouse front and had reached behind to unhook her bra. "Fuck me, Daddy," she said simply. "Fuck your little stepdaughter Krissy. Play with your stepdaughter Krissy's big tits. Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me fuck me."
I took Marie by the wrist and led her into the living room, where I bent her over the back of the couch. Marie braced her hands on the arm of the couch and wiggled her ass enticingly for me while I quickly unzipped my pants and dropped them to the floor. "Come on, Danny, little Krissy's waiting," she said. "Say my name while you fuck me, Daddy."
I did. "You've been asking for this for a long time, Krissy," I told her as I lined my cock up to her twat. "And now it's time you get it."
I thrust into her. Marie is so short that it's difficult to fuck her standing up. Now, with her bent over the couch back and leaning forward onto the armrest, taking my cock meant that her feet lifted off the ground and dangled in the air while I began pounding into her.
"Oof!" she cried as I lifted her up by the strength of my thrust, shifting all of her weight onto the sofa back and armrest, leaving her legs outstretched. Reflected in the hall mirror off to the side I could see her in profile while we fucked. Her beautiful melon-sized tits dangled forward and swung with each thrust of my cock. "Do you love your teenage stepdaughter?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah, Krissy, I love you."
