Hoosier Step Daughter Does Dad

My daughter Jennifer has always been hot. Cute in her younger days when her mother and I first married. Then hot through community college. She got a good job, bought a nice car, then married this absolute loser. She had an apartment near where she worked for some attorneys.

Then this fucking David moved in. She never saw what a conniver he was until time rolled around to divorce his ass. The main thing being they had three kids and he was fucking some eighteen year old at work.

"But, Honey. She was throwing herself at me. What was I supposed to do?"

On to the next guy. This guy 10 years older than herself. Closer to my age. Her Mom is five years older than me and has had two more marriages, so the gap narrows to twelve years between Jennifer and myself.

Jennifer has always bounced around with her weight. I mean perfect, then plus ten pounds, plus twenty pounds some times. Yet this story happens right at the perfect time.

I always told myself that I wished that Jennifer was as easy to fuck as her mother. My wife isn't opposed to slipping off for some extra dick. I'd put my balls on the line to fuck the daughter.

So, she's late thirties. I'm pushing fifty. Her kids are gone. Things could be better at home for her. My wife is fucking some other guy again. The daughter knows it.

My wife works at a grocery on the weekends. Mother and daughter were visiting in the kitchen. Mom leaves for work. Jennifer comes in the living room where I'm watching a jaguar kill an animal on television.

"How's it going?"

"Oh, not bad." I answered. "You know me. Staying out of the line of fire."

"I know what you mean. She was complaining again about you not wearing underwear."

"That's grounds for divorce you know, or a sign I am cheating ever though it's been twenty years."

"Don't get a divorce. Your the best step-father I've ever had."

We laughed. She sat on the arm of the chair.

"I think it's her justification for doing what she does. Finding fault."

"Yeah, we've been through it several times."

"Has it ever just flopped out on you.?

"What?" It took me a second to get that she was talking about my penis.

"Uh... no. I don't think so."

"I've caught a glimpse of it a few times. Never a good look at it."

"Oh, sorry."

"No, listen to me. I said that I never got a good look at it."

Showing a lack of patience she grabbed for my crotch. I deflected her hand and pulled my dick out for myself. It started to grow as she got a good look.

"I always thought Mom married you for your dick. Maybe I wasn't wrong. Nice one, Dad!"

With just those few short words I was as hard as I had ever been.

"I never knew why Mom wants to fuck around with this at home. I guess it's the conquest, and, you know, running up the score."

I had to laugh. "What do you think the score might be?" I asked.

"I don't know. Twenty, thirty?"

"We've been together since you were eight. Almost thirty years."

"Oh, fuck! I guess we are into the hundreds." She spoke in amazement.

"Could be. She can't seem to be around a man very long and not want to fuck him." I offered.

"How about you, Dad?"

"Oh, no. Since your mother? None. I get plenty right here at home."

"We need to fix that. I don't suck cock and I'm not going to fuck you in that chair."

She stood up and took off her top. I had been watching a little wobble earlier. She wasn't wearing a bra. My Jennifer has the best set of tits ever. Then off came her jeans. No panties, light pussy hair that didn't seem to have been trimmed.

"See, I don't wear underwear either." My daughter giggled.

Gym shorts and t-shirt. Off! I was naked. Seeing Jennifer naked might not have made my cock a lot bigger, but it was sure as hell harder. My testicles had never seemed happier and were building up a load to plant inside her.

In the bedroom Jennifer was looking at the bed her mother and I shared.

"We're going to get caught. She's going to know we fucked in there." I worried.

She went to the spare room. I thought we were going to fuck in there. A little bit of cum had already made it sticky at my cock slit. I was ready to go. Jennifer came back with a blanket, pulled the spread, blanket, and top sheet to the far side and folded the cover double over the near side.

"Are we doing this, or what?" he chided teasingly.

I smiled and nodded thanking the stars for my good fortune. Jennifer slipped gently onto the bed and opened her thighs, exposing her pink slit to me. She grabbed my cock to guide the head into her outer lips. It was certainly tight compared to her mother's always welcoming twat.

As she guided and adjusted me into her she giggled.

"I hope my pussy recovers from the damage. If not Phil isn't going to be happy."

"Phil's smaller?" I had to hear it for myself.

"About by half. David wasn't any better. Actually, I don't care if it stays just the size you leave it."

"Let's try it and see." I offered.

Not that it wasn't going to fit. At about seven and a half inches there aren't a lot of women that would have a problem with it.

"I like where your cock is going. It feels o good inside me."

I didn't know why she was fucking me, but I sure as hell not going to ask her as I reached the point to which Phil had been many times before.

"New territory?" I teased.

"For quite a while it has been. I got some variety dating between my divorce and marrying Phil. One guy had nine inches, but we never got it all in. Not that I didn't try. I actually thought he had me pregnant for a while."

She gave a little lunge and I met her force. An inch more went.

"Oh, I remember taking it that deep. It's good to have you up my cunt that far"

"There is more, you know."

"I know. I saw you hard and we're going to get every bit of it into me."

I watched her face. I didn't cause her any pain, but she loved the hell out of us working my full length into her. I was barely rocking into her, letting my cock head make a special place inside her, nudging her cervix.

"We are actually fucking." She murmured.

"What?"

"I said we are actually fucking. You don't know how many times that I would have let you fuck me."

"Jesus, you should have said."

"I was afraid you would say no and tell Mom. Are you saying you would have fucked me?"

"Hell, I would have fucked you in front of your Mom. You're beautiful, Jennifer."

That was the first time we had a mouth to mouth kiss. Jennifer made it a month into mouth kiss as her tongue pressed against mine. That turned a tentative situation into a passionate one. I forgot she was my daughter. She dismissed the fact I was her step-dad. Even with all of her mother's experience I had my cock inside the hottest fuck of my life.

I didn't pull out much, as I wanted as deep as I could keep it in her. This was heavy fucking, both building to what would be an earth shattering orgasm.

"Oh God, you are so deep in me. I think even more of you than the nine inch guy got in me. I want to keep fucking you, but I need to feel your seed flood my cervix."

"Wrong thing to say to a guy." I could feel my balls churning, and that seed she wanted flowing into her cervix was on it's way."

"Fuck yes! Fuck me. Fill me with your come.!"

I don't think I could have put that much in my wife Jill in a month although others probably did.

Jennifer lay quietly under me, us coupled at the crotch. She'd make a little nudge to slid up on my cock. She kept me remarkably hard.

"Okay, Sweetie?"

"I'm fine, Dad. I'm trying to free your cum ooze its way though my cervix into my womb."

"You're not trying for another kid here. are you?"

"No way. I fixed after I found out the nine inch guy didn't have me pregnant. Besides, who would want a kid with Phil?

"Who would want a kid with me?"

"I would if Mom wasn't in the way. You should have bred me when David and I were having kids. I would have liked that."

We kissed and made out, just enjoying each other for quite awhile. I began to get hard again.

"Oh, before we do that I need to pee and get something to drink."

Jennifer cupped her pussy with one hand and struggled out of bed, avoiding any leaking, to get to the toilet. I went in right behind her to rinse off my dick at the sink. It was odd, in the bathroom together listening to her piss, me attending my cum slippery cock as she watched. She had moved her hand before she peed.

"Look at what you have done to me."

She laughed, showing me her hand covered with cum and her juices. Nothing excessive, just a goodly moderate amount trickled to her wrist.

I went ahead to make us a drink. Her Mom always kept cranberry juice in the refrigerator for her. I poured Jennifer a glassful over ice and clunked out some diet cola for my self.

Stranding naked waiting for her I had a panicked thought of what if Jennifer came out dressed? She was soon beside me, naked as well, nice tits, flat tummy, round ass.

"Think of all the times over the years we've been in this house and put off this exact moment." She looked at me and said, "I love you."

"I guess it makes the moment all the more special."

"For me it's special. With Mom working every weekend and us not, we can look for a lot more weekends like this."

"What about Phil?"

"Oh, Phil will never figure it out. He's too busy doing his thing impressing his buddies."

"What about Mom?"

"I think she's too aware of herself to worry about me."

"Do you ever wonder about those times she has to stay behind atmwork to clean up?"

"The only cleaning up she is doing is cleaning some guy's cum from her pussy so it doesn't get on the car seat." I grumbled.

We stood in silence, gathering thoughts.

"I can't stay too long. I still have shopping to do. I'll be facing my mother with my Dad's cum in me."

"Step-cum." I corrected.

"Oh, is that what we are calling it?" Jennifer laughed and punched my arm. "Put another load of your step-cum in me so I can get to the store."

"Jesus, my little step-daughter is a great fuck. Not wanting the next one to end, aided by pumping my best load ever in her less than an hour before, I was able to fuck her for over and hour with some little pauses and self distractions, like knowing I still needed to mow the lawn."

I had fucked her into a couple of orgasms before the grand finale hit us when he asked a curious question:

"Do you ever think of me when you are fucking Mom?"

"All the time. I don't think I'd ever get off if I didn't. You?"

"Yes, I even think of you when I'm rubbing one out for myself."

"Jennifer! You masturbate?" I had never given that a thought. "How often?"

"Way more than anyone could imagine!"

She got me to admit to admit I had done the same thinking about her.

Admitting those secrets set us into a frenzy. An intense frenzy. If her mother had ever cum that hard in our bed it wasn't with me."

Sunday was a repeat. The weekends have been a repeat for almost ten years now. Jill, being older, is nearing retirement. If she leaves her job Jennifer and I will need to make some adjustments.