I [F18] asked my step-father for a favor [Mf] [incest]

I find him down in the basement, drinking beer, watching a basketball game on the giant TV.

“Hey, Daddy?” I say, using that cutesy tone of voice, the one so he knows I’m going to ask him a favor.

He doesn’t even look away from the game. “Hrm?”

“You know that road trip my friends are going on?” I perch on the couch, opposite the recliner he’s in. I catch him sneaking a glance at my tank top — I’m showing a fair bit of skin, and I’m not wearing a bra.

“What about it?” he says, returning to the TV.

“Well,” I say, “I was really, really looking forward to going, but Mom’s saying she’s not going to let me.”

“Ok,” he grunts, “So?”

“So I was hoping you’d help me convince her otherwise.”

“You for real?” he says, “Summer, do you really think I’m going to be able to convince your mother to change her mind?” He’s right about that, Mom is fiercely stubborn. But if there’s one person who can persuade her of anything, it’s him. He did it two years ago when, after four long years of dating, he talked her into relenting and finally marrying him. He continues, “Even if I could–”

“But I really, really want to go.” I don’t whine, I keep my voice light, casual, a touch flirty.

“Who all’s going?” He’s distracted, stalling, only half paying attention.

“My best friend Natalie, of course,” I say, “Another girl you don’t know, Liv, and then also Dani.”

“Dani’s a girl or a boy?”

I give him a look, but he doesn’t see. “Girl Dani. You know her, she’s been here, to this house. Short blond hair, tits out to here?” I hold my hands out in front of my chest. An exaggeration, but only slightly — Dani’s stacked.

“Oh,” he says, glancing at my hands, “Yeah. Her.” A beat later, he says, “So no boys, then?”

“No boys,” I say, “Not on the road, at least.”

Commercial break. He looks at me, eyebrow arched. “Explain.”

“Well, Dani knows this guy who’s got a beach house. She’s planning on crashing there a day or two. But it’s totally fine, he’s not some weirdo. He’s, like, responsible.”

“Responsible.”

“Rich. It’s his second house.”

“Older?”

“I guess so, yeah,” I say, “That a problem?”

“Your mother doesn’t want you being taken advantage of.”

“Look,” I say, grinning at him, “I’m being honest with you. I could’ve lied, never mentioned the guy, said Dani was getting a hotel or something. And anyway, Dani’s the one that knows him. If she needs to suck some old man cock for a free place to stay, nobody’s getting taken advantage of, it’s just barter.”

He chuckles. “If you think saying shit like that will convince your mom to let you go, you’ve got another think coming.”

“It’s not Mom I’m trying to convince,” I say, spreading my knees, hiking my skirt up my thighs, “It’s just you and me here, Daddy, and you’ve always been a voice of reason, someone I don’t have to hide things from.” His gaze is fixed on my crotch, on the little splash of skirt hanging between my legs, the only thing stopping him from seeing my bare pussy.

“You’re right, Summer,” he says, “You shouldn’t have to hide anything from me.” He shifts in his seat, trying to cover the tent growing in his shorts. I’ve got him.

“And even if Dani’s guy brings some friends,” I continue, “And I end up hooking up with them, is that really such a big deal?” I lean forward, my tits hang in my tank top, cleavage showing for miles.

He swallows. “You’re certainly giving me something to think about.”

“I can give you more than that,” I say, “I mean, what’s the harm in a friendly blowjob?”

“Well,” he says, eyes wide as I lift the hem of my skirt, show off my tight, pink little pussy, not a hair to be found, “When you put it that way…”

I stare him in the eye. “I can put it any way you want it.”

He gulps.

I drop to my knees, crawl the two paces to his recliner, and look up at him from the ground. “And I really, really want to go on this trip, Daddy. Maybe you’ll let me show you just how badly I want to go.” I reach out, place my hand on the crotch of his shorts.

“Summer,” he says.

I shoot him a look of pure innocence. My hand squeezes his dick through the fabric. He’s stiffening quickly. “Yes, Daddy?”

He mutters, “Oh, fuck…”

“If that’s what you want.” I open his fly, pull his cock out. It’s a fat, thick, circumcised tower. I give him a wide-eyed grin, guys love that. “My Mom’s a lucky woman.”

“Why do you think she married me?”

I giggle, stroking his cock. He’s fast to grow fully erect, heavy balls bouncing as I yank and tug on his dick.

“I want to show you my tits, Daddy.” I pull the top of my shirt down, it stretches around the bottom of my breasts, pulling them up. Not that they need much help, pert as they are. I give him my best puppy-dog eyes. “Do you like them?”

He whimpers his response as I resume tugging on his cock, rubbing his glans against my nipples. His precum smears against my breasts, making them glisten.

“Ooh,” I exclaim, “Look at that. Do it again, Daddy. Again, again!”

He groans as I yank him harder and harder. His dick is so stiff, so strong. I’m grabbing him as hard as I can, and he’s loving it, he just wants more and more.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Daddy,” I say, my tone cheerful, buoyant, “I forgot about your balls.”

I drop my head down, wrap my lips around his sac while continuing to jerk him off, my hand moving faster, fingers straining. He’s a grunting, groaning, panting, writhing hot mess, completely at my mercy. I tug on his nuts with my mouth, popping them free, only to suck them back in. I’ve never seen him like this, never before seen a big, strong man so horny for me. I lick up his balls, his shaft, and take in the head of his cock while jerking the base. I wink at him. He groans.

His fingers push through my scalp, grabbing my hair. He shoves me down onto his cock. I splutter and cough as it slides down my throat. He doesn’t slow, jamming my face down farther and farther with each thrust. My eyes water, makeup runs, I love it. I need him to need me, to know that I’ll do anything for him.

He lets me come up for air. Tears and spit and mascara drip from my face. “Finish in my pussy,” I gasp.

He pushes me backwards. I fall onto my back, legs in the air. He’s kneeling beneath me, slapping his fat cock onto my pussy. I’m so wet, so turned on. His dick brushes against my clit and I shudder.

“I’m gonna split you in half,” he growls, holding his cock against me. It extends past my belly button, almost to my ribs.

“Do it,” I beg.

He pulls back, and then he’s in me, down to the hilt on the first thrust.

I scream, back arching involuntarily.

Second thrust, and I scream again, legs shuddering, torso squirming. My tits bounce wildly. He slaps them. I wail and buck.

Third thrust, and as he enters me, I can feel the hot shaft of his erection sliding against my clit. I fight to get the words out, “Daddy, you’re making me cum!”

Fourth thrust, and he’s working up a rhythm, pounding his cock in me, groping my tits, pinching my nipples. I thrash, back arching to the limit as my pussy spasms. My fingers scramble, grasping tufts of carpet.

He grabs my waist, his muscles flexing and bulging as he lifts me up, driving me onto his cock over and over again, impaling me deep, deeper than I’ve ever felt.

“Daddy, I’m cumming,” I whimper, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming…”

He growls, shoves me onto him, a vicious heave. He pinches his eyes closed. I reach down, cup his balls, feel them tensing. His eyes open, lock on mine, a most intense look. A warmth floods into me, fills me up. One, two more thrusts, and then he pulls me off him.

He grabs my hair, pulls my face to his dick. “Clean it off,” he commands, “Suck your pussy juice off my cock before your mom finds it there.”

I obey, licking his dick clean, happy to hear his groans of approval. “That’s a good girl,” he says.

“So does this mean I can go on the road trip?” I say, tongue running up his shaft.

“What road trip?” he says, “What are you talking about?”

“Daddy!” I whine, “The one I was telling–”

“Summer,” he cuts me off, “I’m watching the game here, ok? Let me have some peace and quiet.”

“But you said–”

“Your mom’s in charge,” he says, zipping up his fly and laying back on his recliner, “What she says, goes. You got a problem with that? Talk to her.”

“Daddy!”

He shrugs. “Shh, honey. Game’s on.”

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