Author: sluttycanuky

Playing games with the step dad part 3 (MMf) (inc) (DP) (anal)

Wow my mom is soooo out to lunch. When she came back from visiting her sister she didn’t suspect a thing had happened between me and my stepdad Jimmy. It was like just another week. Of course, he is a very good actor, he was just his normal self and even teased me about leaving my panties in the bathroom “hey little miss, want to find another spot of this sweaty thong?” and then he flung them in my face! Mom laughed and I was like…for REAL embarrassed. So anyway, Mom is working nights again and my step dad and I decided to play a new game last night, with one of his friends…

It started out pretty chill, Jimmy had his buddies over for poker night. I got home from horseback riding and the game was still going on, they were all a bit drunk, and just joking around. My tight riding breeches did not go unnoticed when I went into the kitchen to grab a can of coke. One of daddy’s friend’s ask “when do you turn 18 again?” all the guys laughed. I just smiled and made myself a bannana split, making sure to eat it in front of them slowly while they played. My step daddy started winning after that. Read more »

Playing games with the step dad Part 2 (M) (f) (inc)

Wow, what a weekend! I’m so tired and achy, but in such a good way. Things started heating up almost the second my mom left the house. My step dad (Jimmy) made me breakfast and when I went to get dishes for the table, he smacked my ass, I yelped and he laughed and said “just messing with you”. There was something in his laugh and the way he looked at me that made me hot in my stomach. Later on that day, after I finished my schoolwork he did take me mini golf. For a Saturday night, it wasn’t very full, the place was a little run down, I guess most people go to the movies or something instead, but I love mini golf so much that I didn’t care. It was just me and my step dad for most of the game. When he hit one ball it got stuck in a windmill and he told me to go down on my knees and try and get it out for him. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I crawled in my tiny jean cut offs and reached my arm under the windmill in search of the missing golf ball. My fingers felt along the old wooden panels until I finally found that pesky ball “got ya!” It was only as I went to pull it out, that I realized that my tank top was stuck on some wood. “Jimmy, can you help me? My shirt is stuck!” I felt his hands on my waist, traveling slowly up my shirt, barely grazing the sides of my breasts, then around to my neck and my shirt’s collar, to get me loose from the wood. He pulled me up and for a moment we were face to face, my chest touching his “thanks daddy” I whispered and then put his ball back in his hand. Read more »

Playing games with the step-dad Part 1. (M) (f) (inc)

I should really be more careful, I don’t know what possess me to dress the way I do around my step dad Jimmy. It’s like I want him to look at my body…okay maybe I do, is that so wrong? Maybe that’s why I sat so close to him on the couch last night when my mom was working late. I wore my old black yoga pants, with nothing underneath, they’re too sheer now to go to yoga class in, but they’re fine for sleeping in, or teasing my step daddy with. I always wear little white tank tops when I know he’s going to be around, because I am totally proud of my body, it looks way better than it used to. My belly is flat, but my chest certainly isn’t, and horseback riding has made me have very fit looking legs. Read more »