At Home Late CH 18

“Oh God,” he moaned. “That feels so good, Sweetie,”
I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. Not only did he do nothing to stop me,
but Daddy seemed to have wanted this just as much as I did. My heart pounded
in my chest at the excitement of feeling Daddy thrust himself against my hand as
I continued my gentle motion.
“You can’t do this,” he moaned. “Why not, Daddy?” I asked.
Fit’s not right, Hon,” came his response. In spite of his protest, he was making no
move to stop me.
Does it feel good?” I asked.
Fold Up
And His Best Friend
“Oh, God,” he moaned. “So good. But you’re mother”
“She doesn’t matter this weekend,” I said, “It’s just you and I Daddy. Let me give
you the attention you deserve.”
I sounded so confident but inside my mind was a maelstrom of emotions and
concerns. What I was doing was so wrong. This was my step–father and while
fantasizing about him was one thing, I had just brazenly strode right past the
point of no return. There would be no going back to the way things had been
now. Even if we stopped at that moment and didn’t go any further Daddy and I
would still always know that I groped him in a hotel hot tub. Daddy seemed okay
with it though, so why wouldn’t I be?
I moved my other hand to my needy mound as I continued to pleasure Daddy
through his boxers. His eyes were closed. now and his lips slightly parted as he
focused on the feeling of my delicate fingers on his manhood. I had only just
begun to start rubbing myself again when I felt Daddy’s hand. The sensation of
his touch on my inner thigh seemed to send electricity through my body. Then he
began to move it upwards, tracing a path with his fingers across my tender skin
as he went.
“Oh, Daddy,” I whimpered. He didn’t respond. Instead, he used his other hand to
pull my hand away from the ridge of his trunks. Beneath the turgid and bubbling
water, he maneuvered around before finally becoming still. When he released my
hand, it went right back to his shaft. It was almost as if it was naturally drawn
back to Daddy’s length. I let out a startled gasp when I realized that the cloth of
his trunks was no longer between myself and him. My fingers were wrapped
around Daddy’s bare cock. His hand stopped on my thigh.
“Please don’t stop, Hon,” he begged, “It’s been so long since I had anything.”
I realized that my gasp had left him with the impression that he had taken things
too far. I felt terrible for him. I knew that Mom was always caught up with work,
but I had no clue that it had gone so far that she was giving Daddy no attention
at all.
“I don’t plan to,” I said. As I did, I began to stroke him at a faster pace.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned. His fingertips were teasing at the edge of my bikini
bottoms now. “Is it okay if I…”
His voice trailed off as his fingers slid just below the stretchy material of my
swimsuit for emphasis on what exactly he was asking for,
“If you what, Daddy?” I asked. I knew what he wanted, but I wanted, no needed,
him to say it out loud.
“Can I touch you?” he asked.