The country road was dark with not a street lamp in sight. A quick look at her phone told her it was just past 1AM. The light helped to illuminate her path, so she kept it on. She’d just spent the night out with her girlfriends, and they’d dropped her off down the street from her home since everything easily woke up everything else in the rural silence.
She had just come back from college to stay with her mom and her new “step-father”, which was kind of a joke. She hadn’t even known about him until her mother called her just a few days before returning home. “I finally met the one, Carly!” She’d said it as if she should be happy for her, as if she were expecting some kind of congratulations. But all Carly could do was think about how long this one would actually last, despite the quickie marriage.
She tried to stay quiet as she opened up the back door of the home, a loud creak still coming through despite her slow efforts. Once the door was closed, she turned to start tiptoeing her way through the kitchen and into the living room to the stairs and to her room. The floorboards in this old house were not helpful in her efforts to remain stealthy.
“Little late on a weekday to be out, isn’t it?” A deep voice asks from somewhere in the kitchen.
“Ah! Fuck, you scared me.” She turned to find Tristan, her mother’s new husband, standing near the fridge with a bowl sitting on the counter behind him. She put her hand on her heart. It was racing. Her eyes then began to move around in some wide surprise. Tristan was not wearing any clothes. At least, that was what her brain first told her when seeing his nearly fully naked body standing in front of the counter. Only a pair of red boxer shorts on.
He was very handsome and extremely fit, a few years younger than her mother, who was only 45. She had spent most of her time back home ignoring him, being cordial and little more, but she already knew he was good looking. First meeting him just a few weeks ago certainly told her that, but she had never seen him like this. Immediately her pussy started to get wet, and dirty thoughts started to fill her mind. It had been months since she had broken up with her boyfriend, and she had been so horny for sex. She even tried to find someone to fuck tonight, but no one made her blood boil enough. Until now, she thought. Then she shook her head as if to snap her from her thoughts.
“Yeah, well, I’m a big girl, so.” She shrugs, then tries to swallow the thickness in her throat. “Nice of you to care, though.”
She starts to turn and head back into the living room when his voice stops her again. “Since I’m up, and you just got back, maybe we can talk for a minute. Your mom wanted us to get to know each other before you go back off to college again in a few weeks.” He smiles, and it makes his handsome face even more appealing. She wanted to resist, to continue in her ‘fuck off’ mode, but something about his earnest expression causes her to pause.
“Okay, sure, I guess we can talk for a minute,” she agrees. When he motions to the living room, she nods and follows.
He sits on the large sectional at the end and pats the side in a beckon to sit. She does, and her leg brushes against his when she does. Her legs are bare, freshly shaved in a short black spandex skirt with tall black heels. She can see his eyes trailing up from them, then over her chest in the tight white top, her black bra straps sticking out from the neckline, to her eyes waiting for him to speak.
He clears his throat and then smiles, looking a bit nervous now. “I wanted to say that I hope we can become friends. If that’s okay with you? I know a man coming into your life married to your mom now is a little different than if you were much younger. I certainly don’t expect to be your father.” He pauses, seeming to carefully observe her face for her reaction.
“No?” She asks, suddenly feeling a rush of her sarcastic angst coming through. “You sure you don’t want me to call you ‘daddy’?” After saying it, her eyes went just a little wider, realizing how suggestive that might have been. But, she doesn’t correct anything, being suddenly curious of his reaction now.
It’s dark in the room, only the nightlight from the stairs to illuminate the space around them, but she can see the flood of red hit his face then. He looks away and offers an uncomfortable laugh. “Right, no, not going to ask that.” He says, his hand straying to the back of his head then.
She now felt compelled to play this through, the sick fantasy taking hold in her mind and twisting it into a play she could act out and perhaps even predict how he would act too. She knew the look he had given her, the sweep of her young body, long toned legs, perky chest (what her ex-boyfriend called a heavenly handful) and long dark blonde hair. She had the ability to mesmerize most men if she wanted to.
She sighed and leaned her body in closer to him, while angling her breasts so they were facing him more directly. “You’re right. I do want us to be friends. Special friends.” Her smile slips over her lips and her own gaze sweeps over him, from his dark brown shaggy hair and neatly trimmed beard to his broad shoulders and tight core, down to his crotch. Her hand rests on his thigh as she continues.
“We haven’t really had the opportunity to get to know one another yet, and I’d like that.” Now, she was leaning in very close, and could feel his breath on her lips. He looked like he was conflicted, and so very tempted. It was right where she wanted him, but with the sudden realization that she *did* want him. She could see the outline of his hardening cock in his boxers, and she could tell he was large. That alone made her mouth fill with anticipation and she licked her lips before meeting his gaze again.
“I’d like that too, very much,” he says a little more quietly. He stays close, though, not retreating as she thought he might. Part of her thinks of her mother before continuing, but the other part, the hungrier part, thinks of his cock in her pussy.
“Let’s start with the basics then,” she says, her smile staying soft, lips pursed and ultra appealing. She slowly starts to drift up the bottom hem of her shirt, waiting for his eyes to follow the motion. When they do, she slips it up higher, breaching her breasts and then slipping it over her hair to the floor. Her creamy breasts are plumped by the bra, creating two mounds of delicious cleavage. His eyes are on them, unmoving except to flick between each one. She takes that opportunity to move her hand from his thigh to his cock, slipping her fingers over the outline and grazing down the length with a light appreciative moan.
His breath hitches and it looks like he was slapped by her touch. For a moment, she thinks he might stand and chastise her. But, that fleeting second in his eyes fades, and then something more desirous falls into its place. His hand reaches out to her and grips the flesh of her inner thigh. “Do you know what you’re doing?” He asks quietly as he leans in closer.
“It’s not my first time, if that’s what you mean,” she says with another teasing smile.
It works to break him into a smile, although short-lived, as well. He turns even more serious then. “Not exactly what I meant. Do you know what will happen if you don’t stop teasing me?”
“Yes, hopefully it means you’ll fuck me. Because I am horny as hell and I need to have the big, thick cock of a man just like yours deep inside me.”
That was all it took for the moment to escalate, his chest to rumble with a groan and his mouth to crash onto hers. Her hands were quickly moving to the waistband of his shorts, pulling at them and beckoning him to free the cock she could feel pulsing beneath the fabric.
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mfcuj7/can_i_call_you_daddy_21f42m_stepfather_seduction
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