The next morning, I woke up exhausted. I hit the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and splashed my face. The icy water helped, but my mind kept replaying last night—his guttural grunts, my mom’s whimpers, and the filthy thoughts he had about me while pounding her.
I started my day with chores, scrubbing the living room and mopping the floors. I was almost done when Mom walked in.
"Morning, Mom," I greeted with a fake smile.
"Morning, sweetie," she replied. "Sleep well?"
"Like a log," I lied. There was no way I could sleep with her loud moans echoing down the hall.
"Did you hear anything last night?" she asked, searching my face.
"Nothing at all. Why?" I asked, playing dumb and keeping a straight face.
"Just the neighbor's cat acting up. Thought it might have woken you," she said. "Anyway, I’ll be in the kitchen."
My stepdad was still in bed. It was Saturday, so both had the day off. After cleaning, we ate breakfast.
Later, I flipped on the TV and switched to my favorite movie channel. My stepdad pulled out his priciest wine to celebrate my homecoming.
“For making us proud,” he said, popping the cork.
We sat on the couch, sipping our drinks and watching a cheesy rom-com. I was squeezed right between them, nursing my glass.
“Thanks for celebrating me, Daddy,” I said.
“Don't mention it. You earned it,” he replied. “Your birthday is coming up, too. We'll go all out.”
“Thanks, Daddy.” I beamed. It was going to be a wild week. I kept sipping my wine until my glass was empty.
“Want a refill?” he asked.
“No, I'm good,” I replied.
As the movie rolled, a warm buzz hit me. I decided to rest my head on his lap, just like I did when I was a kid. It looked innocent, but I knew exactly what I was doing. I faked a yawn, slumping down to pillow my cheek on his thigh.
He smiled, resting his heavy hand on my shoulder and rubbing my skin as we watched the screen.
Over the next few minutes, I shifted upward. I pretended to get comfortable until my face was nestled right over his crotch.
Suddenly, his raw thoughts flooded my mind.
"Does she know where she's resting right now? Fuck... she has to know. She’s not a kid anymore. Her face is practically buried in my dick. I need to move her before I lose it..."
But he didn't budge.
Soon, something rigid poked my cheek. I knew instantly it was his cock. It grew harder, pressing insistently against my skin, turning hot and stiff. I gasped softly. Fuck... I was turning him on.
His internal panic grew louder.
"Goddammit, I can’t stop this. I’m getting rock-hard. She’s gonna feel it. Will she scream? Call me a creep? But she put her head there... Still, I raised her. I shouldn’t be throbbing just from her cheek."
A good daughter would sit up. But I couldn’t. I loved knowing I was making my stepdad lose his goddamn mind. A wet heat flooded my panties. I was soaked.
Slowly, I shifted again, pressing my cheek right against his bulge. I nuzzled his throbbing cock, pretending to snuggle in.
His thoughts turned chaotic:
"What the hell is she doing? She’s grinding her cheek on my dick on purpose. Is she enjoying this? Fuck... she must be. My innocent Emily is such a tease. She knows exactly what she’s doing."
I smiled against the denim, rubbing my cheek in deliberate circles. I felt his meat twitch and swell. The sheer heat made my mouth water. I could already imagine it stretching my lips.
His next thought almost made me moan out loud:
"This is so fucking wrong... but so hot. I wish she’d just yank it out. I wish she’d wrap those lips around it and suck me dry right here. Fuck! I’d cum so hard down her throat. I’d fill her mouth and make her swallow every drop like a slut."
That thought sent electricity down my spine. My pussy clenched, leaking into my panties. That was exactly what I craved—to taste him, to feel his cock throb in my mouth, and swallow his load while pretending nothing was happening.
I peeked at Mom. Her eyes were glued to the TV, giggling at a joke. She wasn’t paying us any attention. If only she knew what was happening beside her. If only she could hear her husband's filthy thoughts about her daughter.
Who was going to tell her that her husband wanted me to suck his massive dick and swallow his cum? Worse, who would tell her that her innocent daughter craved it too?
My heart pounded in my ears. I wanted to make a move. The risk was terrifying—and intoxicating.
What if Mom caught me deep-throating Daddy's cock? I bit my lip. But I wanted him too badly. I needed his dick in my mouth. I needed to taste his cum.
Taking a breath, I slowly ran my palm over his bulging crotch, mapping his length. He breathed heavily, but didn't stop me. Instead, he grew harder, squeezing my shoulder to urge me on.
"God... what's happening? Am I drunk, or is she? Doesn’t matter. Yesss, princess. Daddy likes that. Whip it out. Mom won't see a thing from her angel."
I smirked, hooking my fingers into his waistband. I slowly tugged his zipper down, freeing his cock. It sprang out, slapping against his thigh.
Up close, it was intimidating—veiny and huge, with a bulbous head leaking a shiny drop of precum. I wrapped my fist around his shaft, earning a sharp gasp.
It pulsed in my grip, hot and alive. I stared at his meat, breathing shakily. I could hear my stepdad's hammering heartbeat. Against all odds, he was getting even harder in my fist.
His grip tightened on my shoulder as I started stroking him. I smeared his precum over the tip to make it slick.
"Fuck! I wish she would just open her mouth and suck it. That would be the hottest thing ever," his mind roared.
Without a word, I opened my mouth and slowly took the swollen head between my lips. It twitched as I swirled my tongue around the slit, tasting his salty precum. He gasped sharply, digging his fingers into my shoulder, fighting back a loud moan.
I sank down, taking his massive length into my mouth. My lips stretched wide around his girth as I sucked him deep.
I was lost in the bliss when Mom suddenly shrieked.
“What the hell! Honey!”
I froze instantly, his fat dick buried in my mouth, pulsing hotly against my tongue.