Was I overthinking things? No. I felt it clear as day. His dick was poking my core, hard through the fabric of his shorts.
My heart hammered against my ribs. I’d been pushing boundaries, sure, but I didn't expect him to reach the "live ammo" stage this fast. Holy shit. I made him hard. The realization sent a wild thrill straight to my pussy.
Fuck! The man who raised me was reacting to me like a woman. Every moral bone in my body screamed at me to stand, to act like the daughter I was supposed to be. But I couldn't.
My brain wanted me to move, but my body was completely unwilling to let go of that heat. I was glued to him, held in place by a magnetic pull I didn't want to fight. As forbidden as it was, it turned me on more than anything ever had. Knowing he was getting hard just from me sitting on him made me drip.
I was soaking my panties. This wasn't love—at least, not the kind I was used to feeling for him. This was something else.
"Alright, that's enough of the touching reunion," Mom snapped, her tone carrying that familiar edge. She waved toward the stairs. "Your luggage isn't going to unpack itself. Get upstairs and sort out your mess."
"Don't tell me you're getting jealous, Mom," I teased, waving off her impatience with a playful eyeroll. "You've had him all to yourself this whole time."
When I spoke again, my tone was still light for Mom's benefit, but my voice dropped with a hushed sincerity meant only for his ears. "Let me have him now. I've been gone for a whole year, remember?"
"I missed him," I added, driving the point home by looping my arms around his neck and snuggling closer to his chest. I squirmed, letting the slow shift of my weight drag perfectly across his rigid length. I shot Mom a sweet smile over his shoulder, silently eating up the rough shudder that ripped through the man beneath me.
I turned back with a sly smile, locking eyes with him.
"Do you want me to get up?" I asked, dropping my voice to a whisper. "Princess. I wouldn't want you to," he rasped with a low growl that vibrated through his chest and straight into mine. "I've missed you so much. But... you can get down if you want. You need to rest."
Yet, his body told a different story. Out of Mom's line of sight, his big hand dropped to my waist, smoothing down the wrinkled hem of my shirt. But instead of pulling away, his rough palm splayed across the bare skin of my lower back. The heavy pressure silently pressed me closer to his rigid length.
I adjusted my position, shifting my weight so my pussy pressed flush against his hardness. The direct contact sent a violent shiver down my spine, making my breath hitch. I could feel the ridge of his dick through his jeans, and the friction was driving me crazy.
"I'm not getting up, Daddy. I want to hug you all day," I murmured, leaning my head against his shoulder and closing my eyes. My heart thumped against his chest, and I could feel his pulse racing to match mine. I glanced over at Mom.
She had already lost interest, her attention snapping right back to the only thing that truly mattered to her. Settling into the cushions, she pulled up a spreadsheet on her phone, muttering under her breath about lazy contractors. She was deep in her corporate world.
Taking advantage of the distraction, I shifted my hips, grinding against his hardness slowly. I pretended to just be getting comfortable, but my movements were deliberate. I couldn't help it.
I felt his dick pulsing, getting even harder beneath me. I wanted to moan, but I swallowed it down just in time. My body ran hot, a feverish heat spreading from my thighs to my cheeks. I wanted to grind against him more, but I couldn't. Not with Mom sitting right there. Suddenly, a loud knock echoed from the front door.
"Who is it?" Mom asked, getting up to answer it.
I reluctantly slid off his lap, my legs shaking. Mom was totally blind to the tension between us, but whoever was walking through that door might not be so easily fooled.
Standing up, I noticed the damage I’d done. Right over the rigid bulge of his fly was a dark patch. He was soaked through with my slickness. A fierce blush exploded across my face as the sheer embarrassment of my actions hit me. He noticed it too. His eyes darkened, pinning me in place with a scorching stare that made my knees weak.
Leaving the guest to Mom, I blindly grabbed my bags and practically bolted to my room, desperate to escape his burning eyes, though my pussy still throbbed with unquenched heat. My stepdad headed the other way, needing to fix the throbbing problem in his pants and wash away the wet evidence I’d left on his crotch before Mom finally paid attention.
I got to my room, dropped my bags with a heavy thud, and collapsed onto the bed. I couldn't believe what just happened downstairs. I couldn't believe his body made me drip like that.
My stepdad got rock hard because of me. It turned me on, sparking a fire I never knew I had. I’d never thought about doing anything with my dad before. But now, my body was screaming for him—for his touch, for his dick. My body craved him in a way that was completely forbidden.
I started picturing his dick. Would it be huge? Thick and long? Would it be veiny and curved like the ones in porn? The thought turned me on even more, making my pussy drip.
I couldn't take it anymore. I hiked up my skirt, the cool air hitting my flushed skin. I shoved my soaked panties aside and started rubbing my folds.
"Oh, yes, Daddy," I moaned into my pillow, running my fingers up and down my slit.
I rubbed myself, my breathing turning fast and erratic, before pushing my middle finger inside. I was so wet it slid in with zero resistance.
"Oh, fuck!" I cursed under my breath, pumping my finger in and out of my pussy. I couldn't believe I was fingering myself to the thought of my stepdad, but he was the only thing that mattered.
"Yes! Fuck! Keep fucking me, Daddy!" I whispered, pretending it was his dick inside me instead of my fingers. I fondled my breasts, squeezing them hard while fingering faster and deeper. Soon, I added another finger, stretching myself out and picking up the pace.
"Ugh! Oh! Ah! Yes!" I screamed into the mattress, my body tensing, my toes curling as I chased my climax. I was so close, teetering right on the edge, but I couldn't quite get over the cliff.
Suddenly, a sharp rap hit my bedroom door, and I panicked. My heart stopped. It was loud, like she’d been knocking for a while and I was just too lost in my moans to hear.
"Isabella, are you okay? What’s happening in there? Open the door!"
Fuck! It was Mom.