"I'm coming!" I called out, my voice cracking slightly as I snatched my finger away from my sensitive core. The sudden loss of contact left me throbbing, but the sheer panic of getting caught acted like a cold shower.
I scrambled off the mattress, my heart hammering against my ribs. I smoothed my skirt, adjusted my shirt to look decent, and hurried to the door.
I rubbed my face, trying to wipe away the flushed look of a girl lost in a fantasy. Taking a deep breath, I unlocked the door and pulled it open. Mom stood there, her face stern, arms crossed tightly over her chest.
"I heard you panting and whining for 'Daddy' through the door. What on earth was that, Isabella?" she demanded, eyes narrowing as she tried to peer past my shoulder into the dark bedroom.
"Oh! That?" I forced a breathless laugh, my pulse pounding in my throat. "I—I stubbed my toe on the bedpost. It hurt so much, Mom. You know I always cry out for Daddy when I’m hurt," I babbled, pasting on an innocent smile.
Mom scoffed, her lips twisting into a mocking smirk. "A stubbed toe? Really? Because the way you were desperately muffling your voice, I thought you were in here doing something scandalous." She rolled her eyes, totally blind to the way my blood ran cold. "If you need help, just yell—your dad couldn’t even hear you squeaking. Don’t go hiding like a little freak, gasping and moaning. God, you scared me half to death."
She shook her head. "Anyway, you should be fine by now. You always make a fuss over nothing. Dinner is ready. Wash that red face and come downstairs."
A fuss over nothing. The words hit my chest with a dull ache. To Mom, my pain, my fears, my needs—they were always just an inconvenience, a dramatic overreaction she didn't have the patience to handle.
But him? My stepdad?
He was the exact opposite. He was the only warmth in this freezing house.
I knew that even if he saw right through my lie, he’d just gently tell me not to make excuses next time—because he would genuinely worry about me, just like he always did.
He was the only one who really looked at me, who ever made me feel like I mattered. How could I not be hopelessly infatuated with him?
Right then, the rush of forbidden affection I felt for my stepdad was almost enough to make me combust.
"I'll be right there," I replied, exactly how she liked it.
The second she turned away, I shut the door and leaned against the wood, exhaling a breath I didn't know I was holding. I hit the bathroom and took a quick shower to wash away the lingering heat. When I got out, I picked my shortest skirt and a tight shirt that didn't just highlight my cleavage, but clearly outlined my hard nipples.
I still wanted his attention. I didn't care if Mom complained. I wanted to see his reaction.
I went downstairs, and they were already at the table. As I pulled out my chair, my stepdad glanced up. I caught his gaze lingering on my chest for a split second before he forced his eyes back to his plate. He obviously liked what he saw. While we ate and made small talk about my classes, I caught him stealing glances at my cleavage, and I ate up every second of it.
Once dinner wrapped up, I gathered the plates, making sure to add a deliberate sway to my hips as I brushed past his chair. After finishing the dishes, I finally retreated to the sanctuary of my bedroom.
Falling back onto the mattress, I exhaled deeply. My body still hummed with satisfaction. I pulled out my phone and mindlessly scrolled through social media, not really reading a thing.
I was totally relaxed when a soft knock shattered the quiet, followed by his deep voice murmuring my name through the wood. My heart stopped.
A dirty thought flashed through my mind.
I quickly opened my phone's camera, propping it against a book on the nightstand. I angled it perfectly to capture the door and the bed. Then, I laid back, hiked my skirt up to my waist, and spread my legs just enough to give him a clear view of my pussy.
I stayed dead silent, playing fast asleep. I knew he’d come in if I didn't answer. He called my name a couple more times before the door creaked open.
I heard his footsteps step inside, then abruptly stop. The room was dead silent. A beat later, he stepped closer, stopping right beside the bed. I had a burning urge to open my eyes and look at him, but I kept them squeezed shut. I didn't want to ruin it.
After a few minutes of heavy breathing, he whispered something I couldn't catch and turned away. The moment the door clicked shut, I bolted upright and snatched my phone.
On the video, the evidence was damning. He walked in and froze the second his eyes hit my exposed lap. I watched his face on the screen; his eyes were glued to my crotch, wide and full of lust. A prominent bulge rose against his shorts, and my breath hitched when he reached down to grip it. He rubbed himself while watching me sleep. He stepped closer, his hand sinking deep into his shorts to stroke his dick. I wished he’d whipped it out, but he didn't.
Still, from the way his hand moved and the sheer size of the bulge, it was obvious he had a massive monster hidden in there.
Finally, he shook his head like he was snapping out of a trance, mumbled those unheard words, and headed for the door. It was rock-solid proof. The man who raised me was having thoughts just as filthy as mine. What would it take to finally have him?
I wanted to feel that monster deep inside me. I wanted to know how it felt to be pinned down by his big hands while he stretched my walls. Just the thought had me dripping again. Knowing I'd just ruin another pair of panties, I stripped them off entirely. I was going commando.
That evening, we decided on a movie. Mom sat in the middle of the sofa, Dad on her right, and I took the loveseat perpendicular to them. Halfway through the film, the day’s stress caught up with Mom. She drifted off, resting her head on my stepdad's shoulder.
I glanced at him. He stared intensely at the TV, acting like the movie was the most fascinating thing on earth. I smirked. When I checked again a minute later, he was staring right at me. Caught red-handed. I didn't look away or play shy; I just smiled and turned back to the screen.
To push him over the edge, I shifted my position. I turned my ass toward him, tucking my legs underneath me so my skirt rode all the way up, barely covering my cheeks. I sat like that for a while, feeling his gaze burning into my skin. When I glanced back, he was hooked, and his bulge was already straining against his shorts.
"Looks like I'm more interesting than the movie, Daddy," I whispered, getting up and walking over to him. He didn't say a word.
With a bold smile, I straddled his lap, settling right over his crotch just like I had this morning. I felt his hard dick instantly. "I saw how you were looking at me. Seems you want me more than the movie."
"You'll wake your mom," he warned, but his hands were already dropping to my waist, gripping me firmly.
"Mom sleeps like a rock. You know that," I murmured, slowly grinding my wet core against him.
"Stop... what are you doing? This is wrong," he groaned, but his dick poked ruthlessly against me.
"Stop pretending you don't feel what I feel. You're such a bad daddy," I purred, smiling down at him. "You got hard this morning, and you're hard now. You want me. Don't deny it."
"But—" He tried to argue, but I pressed a finger to his lips, shushing him.
"I saw how you looked at me during dinner, and when you came into my room. I caught it all on camera, Daddy. The way you stroked yourself while staring at me. You want me, and guess what? Your little girl wants you, too."
"I'm trying to fight this forbidden fire," he rasped, his head falling back against the cushions. "Don't make Daddy lose control."
"You already lost it. You're gripping my waist right now, and you're rock hard. And guess what? I'm not wearing underwear."
The words acted like a match to gasoline. Everything flipped in an instant. The hesitant father vanished, replaced by a man consumed by a year of starved hunger. He shoved my skirt up and ran a rough hand over my bare ass, checking if I was telling the truth. I let out a low moan, not caring who heard. I could feel his dick twitching underneath me.
“I saved this for you.” I lifted my shirt, exposing my bare breasts. He didn't hesitate. He leaned forward and took my hard nipple into his hot mouth, sucking greedily. I arched my back, tangling my fingers in his hair as I ground against him with relentless force. We were past the point of no return. We were both on fire.
He reached down, shoving his shorts down just enough. I reached in to pull it out. It was even bigger than I imagined—massive and curving upward. I could feel the heavy veins and the incredible rigidness. I lifted my hips, lined the wide head up with my slick entrance, and slowly sank down.
"Oh, fuck..." I gasped as he stretched my tight walls, filling me completely. I couldn't believe it. My stepdad was fucking me while Mom slept right beside us. My leg even brushed against her thigh as I moved.
Soon, I had his entire length buried deep inside. Slowly, I started riding him. He gripped my hips, guiding my pace while staring up at me with eyes full of pure lust.
I was totally lost in the bliss, forgetting Mom was right there, and I moaned out loud. "Oh! Fuck! Yes, Daddy! Just like that..." I cried, tossing my head back.
I felt Mom shift. I froze, my heart leaping into my throat. I frantically yanked my shirt down and stopped moving entirely. I could feel his dick pulsing deep inside me.
She blinked, rubbing her tired eyes, and then looked up. Her gaze traveled from her husband's strained face up to me, sitting high on his lap in a position that was impossible to explain.
"What the fuck!" she shrieked.