"Vicky, are you comfortable?" My mom asked.
"Yeah..." I answered, trying to keep my voice from trembling, but it was hard when I could feel every ripple of muscle in his thighs through my thin skirt. I shifted slightly, trying to find a balance, but every move I made only seemed to press me closer to his core.
"What about you, honey?" She asked my stepdad.
"She's not heavy at all. I can do it all day." He replied, and with that, my mom fired the engine and moved into the road.
Just realizing where I was sitting made my heart skip a beat. My thoughts drifted back to last night, recalling how he was making my mom scream. Right now, I was sitting above his object of pleasure, just hindered by the fabrics we were wearing. Every time my mom hit a bump or took a sharp turn, I would slide against him. I could feel the moisture beginning to pool between my legs, making the fabric cling to my bare, sensitive skin.
A naughty fantasy flashed into my mind, and I began to imagine him lifting me up and pulling my skirt up. I pictured him shifting my panties aside, fishing his big rod out, and settling me down to engulf his whole length. I could almost feel him stretching me open with his object of ecstasy.
I know I shouldn't be entertaining those naughty thoughts, but fuck! It was sending chills down to my spine. My nipples had already hardened, and I could feel myself getting wetter.
Only if my stepdad knew the effects he was having on me just by having me sit on his lap. Yes, I want him. I want him to fuck me more than the way he fucked my mom. Having him inside of me would feel more comfortable than just sitting on his lap.
Suddenly, my mom hit a pothole, and my position shifted. I moved my butt back, slightly grinding on him as I tried to sit perfectly on his crotch.
"Since you are feeling so unsteady, I think I should spread my thigh a little bit for you." He whispered and parted his thighs for me. I felt my butt sink onto his crotch a little. I ground against him, moving my butt more than necessary until I was in a perfect position. At this point, I knew I was sitting above something forbidden, and somehow, I liked it.
"Let me keep hold of you so you won't shift again."
"That will be better." I replied. Next thing, I felt his arms splaying across my stomach. But he couldn't keep it here because of the tight space and ended up resting both hands on my thighs, just above the exposed part where my short skirt couldn't cover.
I could feel his heart beating steadily like a rhythmic thud that seemed to sync up with the pulsing between my legs.
A few minutes later, I began to feel something hard poking my butt. My eyes widened, my mouth wide open as I realized what was happening. I didn't need any prophet to tell me what it was. My stepdad was getting hard, and it was because of me.
At first, it was just a firm pressure, but in the next few seconds, I felt it grow thicker and more insistent against my butt. It felt like a thick, solid ridge that seemed to be searching for a way to get closer to me. Knowing that I was the one who had caused this. Knowing that my body was making him lose control gave me an assurance that he liked me and found me attractive.
"Can't you still keep your balance in that position?" He asked. "Take your time and adjust to your satisfaction. This is a long ride. Feel free."
With that, I place one hand on his stomach to adjust better. I felt his six packs on my palm which sent a sharp quiver to my spine. I adjusted my butt until I was sitting perfectly in a position that had his dick blushing closer to my wetness.
To my surprise, he wasn't even pulling away. In fact, I felt him shift his hips underneath me, subtly tilting his pelvis so that his erection was buried right in the cleft of my butt.
I could feel the pulse of his member perfectly now, a rhythmic throb that matched the desperate longing in my own core. Soon, I found myself grinding back against him. I know I shouldn't be doing that. He was my stepdad, and my mom was at the front. But I couldn't help it. The more I tried to stop, the more I ground more and more while keeping an innocent face.
I heard him let out a very low, guttural growl that was swallowed by the sound of the engine. His hands on my thigh tightened as if he were trying to keep himself from flipping me over and taking me right there on the back seat. I was soaking wet now, my panties drenched, and the knowledge that he was in the same situation as me made the pleasure almost unbearable. He was trapped, and I was exactly where I wanted to be.
When I looked down, I noticed that my skirt had ridden up and his hand had moved up to avoid touching my exposed part. At this point, my skirt was barely covering my ass. I didn't know when it happened, but I didn't try to pull it down even a little. I wanted him to see. I wanted him to know exactly what he was doing to me.
A moment later, his hand moved from my upper thigh down to my exposed part, and I felt a chill running down my spine. He rested it there for a while, probably waiting to know my reaction.
Deep down, I didn't just want it there; I wanted him to slide it down between my legs. I wanted him to feel how wet he had made me.
I heard his breath hitch, a jagged sound that told me he was struggling to stay composed while my mom was just inches away in the driver's seat.
I wanted to feel his skin against mine without any barriers. My heart was thudding so loudly in my ears that I was sure he could hear it.
Without saying anything, he took the hem of my skirt with his finger and slowly pulled it higher until my sexy pink panties was on display.
At this point my heart was racing hard. He didn't stop there; his hand returned to my thigh, but this time his thumb began to stroke the upper edge of my panties. I bit my tongue to keep myself from moaning out as he began to move his hand close to my soaking wet center, just as I wanted.
I nearly moaned when I felt his finger in my wet spot. Without saying anything, he began to rub me above my wet panties. I spread my legs wider for him so he would have enough space to do whatever he wants.
I covered my mouth, knowing I may lose control and moan out. The vibration of the car engine seemed to travel right through his hand and into my core, making every nerve ending scream for more. I could feel his chest rising and falling heavily against my back, his breathing becoming just as ragged as mine. I couldn't believe what was happening. My stepdad was rubbing my pussy, and I wasn't stopping him.
He rubbed me for a while before he finally tugged his finger into my panties and pulled it aside, exposing my bare pussy.
"Ohhh!" I moaned as I felt his finger on my bare skin. The sensation of his finger making contact with my dripping wet folds was dangerously amazing. It was so much better than I had imagined overnight. He knew exactly where to touch, and I found myself arching my back in pleasure, pushing my pussy against his hand to let him know I wanted more.