"Mom," I said, glancing up at her across the table. "I think I've finally found someone I really love."
"Oh? Tell me about him," Mom said, her eyes lighting up with interest.
"He's tall, incredibly handsome, caring, and so... big," I murmured, leaning back slightly. "I love how big he is. Everything about him is just massive and powerful."
Mom chuckled, completely oblivious, thinking I was just talking about his height or build. "Well, there's absolutely nothing wrong with a big, strong man, Lisa. They make you feel protected."
"Exactly," I agreed, feeling my stepdad's breath hitch against the nape of my neck. "But he's also much older than me. Like, way older. Still, I love him so much already."
"Age is just a number, honey," Mom said, waving a hand dismissively. "If you love him and he treats you right, you should go for it. Don't let a little age gap stop you."
Hearing her say that felt like a green light. I shifted back, my ass naturally grinding against him as I pretended to get comfortable. Realizing how incredibly good it felt, I deliberately rolled my hips against him, fighting to keep my facial expression totally neutral.
"You seem a bit unsteady," he whispered, his voice dropping to a rough, gravelly hum right by my ear. "Let me make some room."
He spread his legs a fraction wider. I sank perfectly into the cradle of his muscular thighs, my ass wedged firmly against his crotch. The new angle made every tiny movement a direct hit against him.
"Let me hold you so you don't slide around," he murmured.
"Okay," I breathed out.
His thick arm wrapped around my waist, but his large palm came to rest bare on my upper thigh, right where my denim micro-skirt had ridden up. I could feel the heavy, frantic thud of his heart beating against my back.
A few seconds later, I felt something thick and hard prod against my ass. My eyes widened, my breath catching in my throat. I knew exactly what that was. My stepdad was getting hard, and I was the one doing it to him. At first, it was just a firm pressure, but with every passing second, I felt his massive cock grow thicker, harder, and more insistent against the cleft of my ass.
Knowing my body was making him lose control was all the proof I needed that he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. I slowly began to roll my hips again, relishing the friction of his rigid dick rubbing right between my cheeks.
"Still having trouble getting comfortable?" he whispered, his breath searing hot against my neck. "Take your time. It’s a long breakfast... feel free to adjust."
Taking the bait, I placed one hand on the table to brace myself. I subtly adjusted my hips, wiggling backwards until I was straddling the very base of his throbbing erection. To my shock, he didn't pull away. Instead, he shifted his hips upward, tilting his pelvis so his thick length was buried squarely in the crease of my ass. I could literally feel it pulsing against me through his sweatpants. The sheer taboo of doing this right in front of my mom was clearly driving him over the edge, too.
Before I could overthink it, I was grinding back down on him again. I knew it was wrong. He was my stepdad, and my mom was sitting three feet away. But I was totally helpless against the urge. The harder I tried to fight it, the deeper I ground my ass onto his lap, pasting an innocent smile on my face while my body absolutely screamed for him. He let out a low, guttural growl, barely masked by the clinking of Mom's silverware on her plate.
His grip on my thigh tightened like a vice, his fingers digging into my flesh as if he were fighting the urge to flip me over the table and take me right then and there.
I was soaking wet, my lace panties completely drenched, and his cock was practically turning to stone beneath me. I glanced down and realized my skirt had ridden up to a dangerously scandalous height—so high it was barely covering my ass. His hand had shifted higher, inching dangerously close to my core. I didn't even know how it got up there; it must have hitched up while I was grinding on him.
Even so, I didn't make a single move to pull it down. I wanted it to ride higher. If I could have completely hiked it up to my waist without Mom noticing, I would have done it in a heartbeat. I wanted him to lose all control. I didn't want any barriers between us. I wanted him to know exactly how insanely wet he was making me.
A second later, his hand slid higher up my bare thigh, sending a violent shiver raking through my body. He let his broad palm rest there, testing the waters, waiting for my reaction while we pretended to eat.
Deep down, I didn't just want his hand resting on my leg; I wanted him to slide his fingers right between my thighs and feel the dripping mess he’d caused.
I heard his breath catch sharply, a dead giveaway that he was struggling to keep it together with my mom sitting right across from us. My heart was thundering so loudly in my ears, I was terrified they could both hear it.
Without a single word, he hooked his thick finger under the hem of my skirt and slowly dragged it up until my soaked pink lace panties were entirely exposed to him. My pulse skyrocketed. He didn't stop there. His hand flattened against my thigh again, but this time, his thumb began to trace the elastic edge of my underwear. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from whimpering as his thumb drifted dangerously close to my hungry, dripping pussy.
I nearly let out a full-blown moan when his finger brushed directly over my clit through the fabric. He began to slowly stroke me up and down right over the damp lace. Instinctively, I parted my legs wider, completely giving him access, silently begging him to do whatever the hell he wanted to me.
The electric sensation shot straight into my clit, making every nerve ending in my body scream for more. I quickly brought my hand up to cover my mouth, terrified I was going to lose it. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. My stepdad was feeling me up at the dining table, practically right under my mom's nose, and I wasn't doing a damn thing to stop him. If anything, I was pushing back against his hand, silently telling him just how much I loved it.
He relentlessly rubbed my soaked slit for a few agonizing moments before finally hooking his long finger under the crotch of my panties. With a swift, subtle tug, he pulled the damp fabric aside, completely exposing my bare, slick folds.
"Ohhh! God," I whimpered softly the second his rough fingertip made contact with my bare, hyper-sensitive skin. Mom's head snapped up. She gave me a weird look, opened her mouth like she wanted to say something, but shook it off and went back to her pancakes.
The feeling of his calloused finger gliding against my slick, wet folds was purely electric—a million times better than any of my dirty fantasies. Within seconds, his fingers were completely coated in my juices as he expertly massaged my soaking pussy.
I arched my back, shamelessly grinding my clit right into his palm, desperate for more. I wanted him to slide his thick fingers deep inside my tight, wet hole and absolutely wreck me. I was completely lost in the dizzying haze of pleasure, totally blind to the fact that my mom was sitting right there.
"Lisa! Lisa!" Mom's sharp voice pierced through my haze. I froze mid-grind. I snapped my head up to find her eyes locked dead on me. She had completely stopped eating and was staring at me with a heavy, suspicious glare.
My blood ran cold. I knew I was caught.
"What is going on?" she demanded sharply, narrowing her eyes. "And why on earth are you breathing like that?"