[Incest] [F/d] Eating my husband from my step-daughter.

I’m 32, once divorced, remarried last year. My first husband didn’t want children and I did. I thought we would work it out between us once he had made the adjustment from dude to husband. Wrong: he obtained a vasectomy despite my intense objections. I got a divorce lawyer despite his. The judge was furious about the vasectomy and gave me a great settlement.

I started dating, but single guys in my age cohort were rare. I found Terry, a widower with children. Dating a middle-aged man with kids was everything I had heard – bad. They always tended to pull his attention away from me. He cancelled several dates we had arranged when one of his kids suddenly “didn’t feel well”. While we were dating they were generally cool and distant with me, but never impolite. I thought I understood them, seeing me as this new person who wanted to take some of their only parent’s attention from them. I wanted to make it work.

He has three teenagers, but promised me that we can have one of our own despite his age if I want. He’s older than me of course, almost 50. He is fiercely protective of his two sons, 13 and 16, and his 18 year old daughter. They lost their Mom six years ago and have been each other’s strength since. I knew immediately that I might struggle to fit in. But I hoped my age – closer to Athena than to her father – might make me more “a new big sister” than a resented “replacement Mom.” I knew better than to try to be “their new Mommy”. Their biological Mom would always be their only mother. Maybe this would work.

The two boys were not a problem. I wasn’t “Mom”, but I cooked and cleaned and restored a sense of normalcy to their lives. They let me help with homework when I could, and laughed their butts off as I tried to learn to play some of their videogames with them. My age and gender set me off a little bit, gave me authority, and I did sort of become like an Aunt.

Athena never warmed up to me at all. I remained an intruder to her. She’d been 13 when she lost her mother. For the last few years she had helped to hold things together. I give the girl credit – she was an OK cook, kept the kitchen spotless, and mentored her brothers. She was her father’s favorite. And now here I was, in his bed, diminishing her place in the family. She’d always been “Daddy’s girl”, and now she was a beautiful young woman, and I was taking him away from her.

I understood most of this, if maybe not the hormonal side, and tried to give her space. I made an effort not to come between Athena and her dad. They loved tennis, for example, and he was teaching her golf, and I tried not to schedule anything that would mean they had less time for their sports. The hours they spent together at the club were also a kind of treat for me, and I relaxed, did housework, caught up with friends, and gamed with my step-sons.

It took me a while to read the signs that their relationship was inappropriate. The hugging and kissing was a little too frequent, the snuggles on the couch too intimate. She changed for bed right after dinner cleanup, and then lounged around in her pajamas. I had to admit she was gorgeous, a redhead with beautiful features and an awesome figure. Her breasts were bigger than mine and I often caught all three guys checking her out. Heck, when no one else might notice I admired her body myself. I wasn’t ashamed of my B-cups but her legs, muscled yet shapely, made me jealous.

Once I realized she was being seductive I blamed her; the little tart was flirting with her father, trying to hold on to “her man” now that there was another woman in the house. Kinky, sure, but kind of cute, like a “Father-Daughter Dance”. And who could blame him for looking?

It was only when I raised it with him, in bed one night, that I saw his complicity. Instead of validating my feelings and hearing me out he tried to convince me I was imagining things. I’d been gaslit by my first husband and knew the signs.

OK, I thought, let’s make a plan: girl crushes on Dad, not a crime. Dad enjoys it too much – that’s a problem. She hates me; I’ll have to work this from the husband side.

One night in bed, midway through our normal foreplay routine, I was stroking him when I mentioned Athena. How beautiful she had become. Like her Mom, I joked. I wondered aloud if she had a boyfriend. His half-erect penis jumped in my hand. Maybe she’s a virgin? Twitch. Has she ever brought home a boyfriend? Throb. I decided to go for a home run. I’m so jealous of her body, she’s such an athlete. Did your wife have beautiful big breasts; does Athena look like her mother? When you stare at your daughter, do you think of your wife?

I won’t bore you – I chattered for about five minutes and he shuddered and ejaculated in my hand. I stared into his guilty eyes and delivered my killer line: “I wonder if Athena feels the same way about you?”

Then I rolled over and went to sleep. Or tried. My new husband had a crush on his college-age daughter. Or worse?

We both slept poorly and struggled through breakfast. Athena went to her community college classes and the boys zoomed their lessons. I was busy too – making lists, my secret weapons.

I never thought about any problem without making lists. Options: divorce, acrimony, tolerance, patience. Pros and cons: scandal, divorce, revenge, alimony. There was no drama in life so tragic that I couldn’t make a list. Even for incest.

When my husband came home I ordered him into the car on a pretext and we went for a very short drive. I parked and we had it out. He was mortified, he was humiliated, he was terrified, but yes, they had been lovers for several months starting before the wedding. The shitty man made it sound like it was all Athena’s fault, flirting with him, tempting him, massages that turned into tugs, blowjobs, all hidden from the boys. And from me. He swore she was a virgin as far as he knew. He said over and over again that they “never had sex” as if sucking his cock wasn’t sex.

I resolved to delay my revenge for a long time. The list about finances had shown me that I needed his money. So I did the thing he least expected. I told him I would allow them to continue. But I made a few absolute rules.

They were adults, but incest is a felony crime and no hint of their relationship could ever leak out. Certain bank accounts and investments would be retitled in my name. This way if I ever walked out there’d be no divorce court running my life. He stays out of her bedroom, next to the sons’ rooms. Absolutely non-negotiable. Any sex is in our bedroom with the door closed and locked.

He whined and bargained but had no choice. If I outed them their lives would be destroyed. At first he was mortified that I would watch them having sex. Then it turned him on and I saw he was straining in his pants. I leaned over the console and took his dick in my hand. I talked filth to him. She can tug you like this. She can suck you like this, and I leaned over and took the head of him into my mouth. Within seconds he was draining his prostate into my mouth.

Now you expect me to tell you some stories about their illicit and immoral sex together? I could. When they locked the bedroom door I was usually inside with them, working at my corner desk while he groaned and grunted. At first the thought that she could suck her Daddy’s cock right in front of me inflamed her passions. She touched herself and brought her tight hot body to orgasm, her old man’s dick as hard as steel. I watched them and enjoyed my private porn movie.

If I wanted to stay in charge I needed to lead the way. So I joined them in bad and sat on his face. Wicked me – I knew he didn’t like eating pussy. But he was pretty good at it and had always done it for me when I asked. This time I didn’t ask. I had a very mild cum and then I told him to eat her. For the first time they did something for me that they had never before done for themselves. He had never wanted to, and she had never asked him to. Her cum was not mild, it was like a punch in the gut. She almost ripped the man’s ears off his head.

I got such a rush out of joining them that it was then our regular thing. If he didn’t want to eat us we could eat each other. We were both pretty good at that and got better each time. She was a modern internet-era virgin: not experienced but astoundingly well-informed. She was the first one of us to finger a partner’s asshole.

One night he made love to me while she sat on my face. It was exquisite sexual torture for her to watch the penis that made her plunge in and out of me. She begged, I gave in, and I held her hand when he fucked her for the first time. When he was done I kissed her and told her I loved her. She pressed down on my shoulders and I licked my husband out of his daughter. She trembled and orgasmed on my face. From that night on we rarely deviate from a routine. She mounts Daddy and rides his cock, then “Mommy” licks her out. Yes, she calls me Mommy when I eat her. Daddy, Mr. One-and-Done, watches us please each other, wishing he was more of a man.

It’s been three months since Athena first fucked her father, and she is becoming bored with us. Covid has made dating difficult but not impossible, and she now has a “real boyfriend” with whom she has sex at his apartment. Some nights I still lay with my husband, tugging his dick, and we talk about his daughter. Maybe once a week she still comes to bed with us, but it’s clear she’s thinking about her boyfriend. Her father and I have begged her to bring him to meet us. Maybe he could even stay the night? I wonder what she would taste like after him?

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