It had been more than a week since my daughter had caught me sniffing her dirty panties in the laundry room. When she caught me doing that, she had made me lick her pussy. While doing that I made her squirt all over my face. She had never said anything to my wife, yet. And I had gotten a lot of mileage masturbation wise out of recalling what had happened in my step daughters room in the basement. Every time I thought about it seemed to make me harder and harder.
The image of her spread porcelain thighs, the dark red hair on her mound. The smell of her sex, the taste of her wetness, it gave me wood every time. Plus, it made me cum harder than had in a long time. She had not said anything about the incident nor had she invited me to sniff her panties again (which I would have gladly done). I thought maybe it had all passed and I was just left with a great fantasy fulfilled in my head. I was soon to find out I was wrong.
It was a Monday my wife had just left for work at seven and I was sipping my coffee in the dining room. My step-daughter was off work till later that afternoon, and she was, as far as I knew sleeping in down in her room. I was relaxing enjoying the fine flavor of my coffee, when I heard a voice from the basement.
"Francis, come down here, Now!" She yelled gruffly.
Setting my coffee on the table, I pulled myself up from the chair. With some misgivings (and maybe some hopes) I headed downstairs. As I walked across the family room and towards her room, the image of what had happened came rushing back and my cock, betraying me, began to stiffen. By the time I made it to her room, my sweats were a giant tent I couldn't take down. Peeking my head in so she couldn't see what had transpired, I asked.
"What do you need honey?
"What are you standing out there for Francis? She asked irritated. "Come over here." She demanded.
Sheepishly, I stepped into her room trying to hide my indiscretion with my hands perched in front of my giant hard on. Trying to push it down to make it less obvious and failing miserably.
"What you got there Francis?" She mocked. "Oh, you got a hard on. Is that because of me?" she says in a sing song voice.
I look down embarrassed, still hoping something would make the pole in my pants go down.
"Come here Francis." She signals.
Curling her finger in a come to me gesture.
"Let's see what you got there?"
I slowly shuffle over to her bed. As I arrive, she sits up on the edge of her bed.
"Take your hands away Francis. She says sternly.
I pause.
"Now!" She says harshly, making me jump.