The next morning Mom was up and gone before either Derick or I. I had forgotten she was starting her new schedule at work and it was way early. It made sense now why she had turned down Derick last night with her having to be up so early. She stayed up later than she probably wanted waiting for us to get back from the game. He should have been a little more understanding. I was even more disappointed in him now. I shouldn't have given him that handjob, I should have just sent him away and back to his wife who needed her sleep.
I was thinking about all of this while I ate some cold cereal alone in the kitchen. I wasn't alone long. Derick wandered in when I was almost done with the bowl. He saw me sitting at the table and looked a little surprised, pausing at the entry to the kitchen almost like he wanted to turn around. He covered nicely and proceeded in, smiling at me.
"Sleep well?" I asked him as sarcastically as I could.
"Yes, thanks for asking," he shot back.
"I'll bet. Don't ever pull that shit again with me. You knew Mom needed to be up early. You should have respected that and been done with it. Not come to my room. I can't believe I tossed you off. Then you just fuckin' left me with the mess."
"That kind of language doesn't suit you," he responded.
"Bite me. And I'm serious. What was with you?"
"I don't know... I just was really horny."
"If I would have remembered Mom's new schedule, I would have never done that. Just so you know."
"Yeah, fine... sorry about the mess," he said turning on the coffee maker.
I got up, walked behind him and put my empty bowl in the sink. I was walking back when he suddenly turned around and blocked my path.
"It was your idea you know... the handjob."
"I know, and I regret it," I said.
"Do you? Really?" he asked, grinning down at me.
I did and I didn't. I was mad at myself for not remembering Mom's schedule and feeling bad for her rejecting him. She had reason and if I would have remembered the handjob would have never happened. But it did happen and I couldn't stop thinking about it. How wide and long his cock was. How it felt in my hand. How hard he got and how much he came. The massive blasts of cum shooting out of his head were staggering and not easy to forget. He knew I admired his large cock. I pretty much congratulated him on it for fuck sakes, so this toying with me was his idea of proving me wrong.
"Only because I forgot about Mom's schedule changing."
"That's what I thought. All I wanted was what we did in the bathroom before. You're the one that grabbed my dick and jacked me off," he said.
The memory flashed before me and my eyes subconsciously drifted downward to the bulge in his pajama pants. Which, of course, he noticed.
"Right, well you should be good for a while now," I said, trying to slide by him.
He blocked me with his arm. "I feel bad about bolting on you. Maybe I should return the favor now since I didn't last night?" he phrased it as a question.
"No, I'm fine," I said, pushing past his arm and quickly leaving the kitchen.
I got to my room and shut the door, locking it behind me. I don't know why I was so freaked out, but I was. Everything that happened was basically my doing and maybe that's why I was so worried. What else would I do without thinking? He's only going to expect more and more if I continue down this path? Was that what I wanted? Did I really want to have an affair with my stepdad behind my mother's back? If it wasn't for that cock of his I could simply answer no. But as I leaned back on my door, I knew I couldn't say no. Ever since that first view down through the skylight and I saw his massive cock going in and out of Mom, I knew deep down I wanted the same. Ultimately my subconscious was pushing me to that end. I wanted that cock inside me. I wanted it bad and I couldn't stop myself.
Frustrated, I ran across my room and threw myself on the bed, screaming into my pillow. I tried so hard to not think about it, to force the images out of my head, but what I did the night before made it impossible. I had held his dick in my hand. I had stroked him to orgasm. I couldn't make myself forget that and it doomed me to my inevitable fate. I screamed again into the pillow and became quiet. A few minutes later I heard the shower turn on. Derick was bathing and that only made things worse.
I tried, I want you to know that before I continue. Just know that I tried to stop myself but was unable to.
Once I had given up all bets were off. I just stood up from my bed, stripped naked and walked out of my room into my mother's. Proceeding through her bedroom into the master bath, I opened the shower door and stepped into the steamy air with my new stepdad.
"Changed your mind?" he asked.
"Yes. I'm done trying to stop," I said moving under the water with him.
I reached forward and took hold of the one thing that had caused my downfall. It was soft and hanging down between his legs, but as soon as I began to work my hand up and down the loose skin it began to perk up and fill with blood. That's when his hands found my body for the first time. It took me aback at first and I flinched when I felt his hands on my back start moving over my shoulders to my small breasts. I melted soon after as he found my nipples. Pleasure coursed through me and my sex tingled with desire as his large hands teased my nipples to rocky nubs. His cock was hard and huge now, both my hands worked the shaft and still I couldn't cover it all. I cooed and moaned as his teasing became pinching and pulling on my nipples. I focused on his cock, wanting nothing more than to touch it and be near it but he had other plans.
Suddenly he spun me around to face away from him, pulling me back to lean against his hard body, pinning his large cock between us. The spray of the water ran down my aroused body as most of my weight was against him. His hands were all over me. One on my breasts and the other had slid down my flat stomach and found my sex for the first time. The skill, the older man had, way surpassed anything I had ever experienced before from my younger boyfriends. His fingers were amazing and he knew exactly what a woman wanted. He didn't shove them up my hole instantly. No, he started slow and caressed my lips, clit and entire sex with mesmerizing ecstasy. I was putty in his hands and have never felt anything like it before. I almost forgot all about his large cock, even with it pinned between us hard and throbbing. I was a prisoner to the pleasure and left everything to him and his hands.
That man, my stepdad, brought me to the most memorable climax I've ever experienced in my eighteen years and all he used were his hands. The combination and talent of his breast and sex play left me panting for breath, weak in the knees and flabbergasted as the orgasm rocked my petite frame to its core. His talent had built and built until he had two fingers deep inside my body, curled up to find my G-spot and his palm grinding on my clit. His other hand held my nipple tightly between his thumb and middle finger. The resulting orgasm was impossible to explain but it left me totally spent and practically unconscious on the shower floor. When I finally gathered myself the water was off and he was gone. He made me cum and then left me wet, quivering and alone in the shower. I guess he repaid the favor. Oh boy did he.
When I could finally stand, I found a towel he had left for me and dried off. Getting out, I wrapped the towel around my wet hair and walked naked out of the bathroom on wobbly legs. He was getting dressed and was almost completely done.
"We even now?" he asked, looking at me through a mirror as I stood behind him.
"Yes," I said and even my voice was weak.
"Good, then everything is right between us," he said, finishing the buttons on his shirt before leaving the room. I heard him leave the house and drive away.
I had no idea where he had to go and why he had left me when he could have easily had sex with me, but he did. He left me naked and alone in my mother's room, my pussy still pulsing from the orgasm he created, wanting, no... lusting for his cock.
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