I should have snapped at him. I should have told him to stop touching me. But I stayed silent, breathing heavy, my body betraying me with fresh waves of arousal. My dress was halfway up my ass, my panties drenched, torn between resistance and curiosity.
The car kept bouncing along that shitty highway, each pothole driving me deeper onto Rick’s throbbing cock. I was losing my mind. My panties were ruined, soaked through and sticking to my swollen pussy. Every grind sent sparks up my spine.
This is so wrong. He’s my stepdad. I shouldn’t be this turned on. But God, why does he feel so good?
Rick’s breath was hot against my neck. His hands gripped my hips tighter, fingers digging into my flesh like he was fighting not to thrust up into me.
“You’re soaked, princess,” he whispered, his voice rough, barely audible over the engine. “I can feel how wet your cunt is through your panties. Dripping all over my cock like a naughty girl.”
My face burned. I turned my head slightly, whispering back, “We shouldn’t be doing this. This is crazy.”
He chuckled, his cock twitching underneath me. “But you’re not stopping me, are you? Your body wants this, Mia. Even if you won’t admit it.”
Another bump. I jolted hard, grinding down along his thick length. A whimper escaped me before I could stop it. Rick’s hand shot up fast, clamping over my mouth, his palm hot.
“Quiet,” he hissed against my ear, his voice a dangerous whisper. “You want your mother to hear what a horny homewrecker you are? Or should I tell her I'm just performing a medical check on her daughter?”
I shook my head frantically, but my hips had a mind of their own. They rolled subtly, dragging my soaked panties along his bulge. Fuck, I’m such a dirty girl. Rubbing myself on my stepdad's hard cock while Mom hums along to the radio. The risk is making me wetter.
Rick’s free hand slid higher under my dress, fingers tracing the edge of my panties. He tugged the fabric aside slowly, exposing my bare pussy to the cool air. Two thick fingers brushed my swollen clit and I jerked against his hand.
“Easy, baby,” he growled, lips grazing my earlobe, maintaining that clinical tone. “Your temperature is dangerously high down here. I need to examine you properly. Make sure you're not overheating.”
“Rick,” I whispered against his palm, my voice shaky. “We can’t.”
But I didn’t pull away. His fingers dipped lower, sliding through my wet folds before pushing inside me—one thick finger first, then two. The stretch felt so good I moaned into his hand.
“Shhh, baby,” he whispered, his voice strained. “So fucking tight. Your vaginal walls are contracting. Classic sign of intense arousal. You’ve been thinking about this since you watched me stroke my cock in the shower, haven’t you?”
My eyes widened. He knows? Shame and adrenaline flooded me. I tried to twist away, but his arm locked around my waist, holding me in place as he pumped his finger deeper.
“Answer me,” he breathed, adding a second finger. The stretch burned so good. “You stood there fingering your pussy while I came, didn’t you? Dirty fucking girl.”
Fuck.
I nodded against his hand, my eyes fluttering. His thumb circled my clit while his fingers worked deeper. The wet sounds were barely masked by the road noise. My juices were leaking onto his shorts.
Yes… fuck. His fingers feel so much better than mine. I shouldn’t want my stepdad like this. But I do. I really do.
“You’re clenching so hard around me,” he whispered, his voice growing rougher. “Greedy girl. You're very close to climax, aren’t you?”
I whimpered, nodding frantically. My hips rocked back to meet his thick fingers. I was right on the edge. My bare thighs trembled.
My body took over. I forgot everything. I lifted my hips up, then pushed down hard. I rode his hand. Up and down. I pumped against him, taking his fingers deep inside my wet pussy. I didn't even realize I was moving.
It felt too good. A loud moan slipped past his hand. I couldn't hold it back.
Suddenly, Mom’s voice cut through.
“Everything okay back there? Mia, what was that sound? And why is the seat shaking? You sound like you’re in pain. Rick, is she alright?”
My heart stopped. Rick froze, his fingers buried inside my dripping pussy. For a terrifying second, I thought we were busted.
Rick recovered fast. His voice sounded calm, though I felt his hard cock pulsing against my ass. “She’s fine, babe. Just a bad cramp from the drive.”
Mom glanced in the rearview mirror. Her eyes narrowed. “Mia? You look flushed. Are you sure you're okay?”
She turned her head more. The car swerved slightly.
Rick yanked his fingers out of me. I gasped. My empty pussy clenched around nothing, leaving me aching. He pulled my dress down. But his heavy hand remained on my bare thigh.
Mom's eyes locked on his hand. Her expression shifted.
“Rick… why is your hand under her dress?” she asked sharply, slowing the car.