I Want to Fuck my Stepdad — 1

EROTICA | FANTASIES | ROMANCE | CHEATING

As Sarah tries to overcome the family tension, she starts developing feelings for her mum’s new boyfriend, Jonathan. Meanwhile, her fiancee is none the wiser. How will the holidays develop with this new tension to deal with?

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As the car turned towards the house I felt my stomach sink. There stood my childhood home, a place full of memories. Definitely not happy ones. There were a few of course, but mostly I just remembered terror.

My mother could be seen through the window, standing at the kitchen sink. I started taking deep breaths, trying to calm myself before going in, when I felt a hand on my thigh. I looked over at my fiance, David, he had that look on his face. I don’t know why it has always driven me insane when people look at me like that. It’s like a mix of pity and reassurance, but somehow it just comes off as something weird. Something that makes me feel uncomfortable. It makes me feel far too exposed and vulnerable, but there it was. The look. He gestured with his hands to take a deep breath before he did so himself and I reluctantly went along with it.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“No, but do I have a choice?”

“Of course you do!” he replied, again with pity. How I hated this.

“Let’s just go” I grumbled as I opened the door.

I knew I was being too dismissive towards him, he was after all just trying to be supportive, and for most other people this might be what they needed, but for me, I just wanted to be left alone with my thoughts.

As the trunk opened and we started grabbing all the bags I was trying to mentally prepare myself for what was to come. What was I even preparing myself for? What was going to happen? I never knew how the hell would start or what it would be, but there would always be some sort of massive drama, usually as the result of my mother’s foul mood.

We stepped up to the front door and rang the doorbell. My heart felt like it was beating in my throat, I was starting to get dizzy, when the door flung open and my mum squealed with glee, opening up her arms to hug us. David happily stepped into her embrace and gave her a big hug.

“Merry Christmas, Evelyn!” he said with an almost childlike joy.

“Merry Christmas, dear! I’m so glad you two could come. Christmas just isn’t the same without my baby girl here”

She knew I wasn’t a fan of being called “baby girl” and yet she did so as she yanked me into a hug that felt like being stuck in a vice.

“Hi, Mum.” was all I could manage to say.

I always struggled with finding the right words when I was uncomfortable. I wasn’t going to be comfortable until I figured out if her joy was real or if she was just faking it for pretences.

I followed my mum and David through the hallway, leaving our bags by the stairs. The two of them were chattering away, boring small talk that I tuned out. We were standing in the kitchen, my mum washing vegetables and David telling her some story about going to the farmer’s market with his friends after a night out.

I was nibbling on some carrots when a man walked through the door. He was tall, had classically handsome features, grey hair, and eyes that looked like they could pierce your soul. The stubble on his face had that look of someone who had been too hard at work to have time to shave their beard, but in that way that makes a man look effortlessly rugged. He looked like the kind of man that younger women would swoon over. A silver fox.

“Ah, there you are, dear! Sarah, I want you to meet my boyfriend, Jonathan”

She dragged the poor guy towards me, he was smiling as though he thought her extreme enthusiasm was charming, as he held out his hand to shake mine.

“Nice to meet you,” I said as I put my hand in his. It felt so big as it wrapped around mine.

“Nice to meet you too.” his voice was calming. It made me feel at ease. I felt my shoulders relax. How could someone’s voice have that big of an effect on me?

He gave me a smile before my mother dragged him over to introduce him to David and put him to work on the meal. The dread set back in and I felt like I had to leave the kitchen. That short moment of relief was enough to make it clear just how awful I had been feeling standing in the kitchen.

I went up to my bedroom, which had been turned into a guest room. I was fine with this room no longer being covered by band posters and weird drawings and letters from my friends. I didn’t need a reminder of how weird I was as a teenager.

I lay down on the bed, trying to control my breathing and calm myself down. As I stared at the ceiling I could hear someone enter the room.

“David, I know, I just can’t deal with her right now”

“I don’t blame you she can be a bit much”

That wasn’t David’s voice. I looked towards the door to see Jonathan standing there, leaning against the door frame.

“I used to have a very difficult relationship with my parents,”

He started walking towards the bed.

“I hated going home for the holidays,”

He continued his story, now sitting down on the bed next to me.

“But when it all came down to it, I had to take care of myself first. So I understand your need to hide away for a little bit”

How was his voice so calming? He put his hand on my arm, gently caressing it, and I felt a surge go through my body. Trying to hold it back, I felt my body tense. He smiled at me before standing up and walking towards the door.

“Take all the time you need, I’ll keep her distracted. Just come down when you’re ready for it.”

He closed the door behind him and I let the rush go through me, the attraction I had felt from such a fleeting touch. My breathing became heavier, as I let my hands run down my body. As I slid my left hand under my shirt, pulling my bra down so I could pinch my nipple, already hard with excitement, my right hand slid into my jeans, under my panties to find that I was dripping wet.

I started gently caressing my clit, massaging my breast, thinking of his touch. The way his hand had felt. I started rubbing my clit harder, fantasising about his hand being on my breast, his fingers touching my pussy.

As I slid my fingers into my warm pussy, I thought of what he would feel like. I wondered what his dick would feel like. As I imagined letting him fuck me, I felt my climax growing nearer.

My skin felt like I was on fire. In this moment the door swung open. I immediately withdrew my hands and tried to look as innocent as I could.

David knew me well enough to see through it.

“So this is how you wanna calm down?”

I could see his dick growing hard in his jeans.

“Haha, yes, I guess it’s the most effective method when I’m this high-strung.”

He walked over, unzipping his trousers.

“Well, I can help you with that if you want.”

He pulled his dick out of his trousers, a bead of precum already coming out of the tip of his cock. I gave him a smile before I swung my legs over the side of the bed and bent my head down to suck on his cock. As soon as my lips were around his dick, his hand grabbed onto my head, and he started thrusting, trying to get his cock as deep inside my throat as he could, the taste of his precum turning me on even more.

“I want to be inside you.”

He pulled me to my feet and pulled down my jeans, before turning me around and guiding me onto all fours on the bed.

He bent down and started licking my pussy from behind, while his hands were massaging my ass. His tongue gently licking away as though he wanted to taste all of me.

He let his tongue glide up and started licking my asshole, hardening his tongue and flicking it fast.

I was holding back my moans, I felt ready, I wanted to be fucked so badly.

He stood up and started rubbing his dick against my pussy, teasing me.

“You want me to fuck you, baby?”

“Yes. Please, I want your dick inside me”

He gently put his cock inside my pussy, giving me a few gentle strokes before he started thrusting. He had his hands firmly grasping onto my waist to pull my body towards his.

I could hear his soft moans behind me.

I bent down, grabbed a pillow, and buried my face in it.

As his thrusting grew faster I started thinking about Jonathan. If he fucked me would it feel like this? What would his dick feel like? That electricity I had felt coming from his hand when he touched my arm, would I feel that too as his big hands would grip my waist?

I felt my body starting to shake, the thought of Jonathan fucking me passionately, while I was being filled from behind, was so intense, I could feel my orgasm build with an intensity I hadn’t felt in a long time. David’s thumb started gently massaging my asshole before he put his finger in me, enough to push me over the edge. I moaned into the pillow as my back arched and my thighs started quivering.

David started yanking on my waist harder as he started getting closer to his own climax. I imagined Jonathan standing behind me, enthusiastically thrusting himself into me.

David let out a loud moan as he forcefully rammed himself into me with one final thrust, his dick pulsing, hard, as he let his load fill me up.

I imagined Jonathan filling me with his cum, making my pussy throb around David’s dick, making him shiver.

He gave my ass a gentle spank before pulling out of me, his cum already dripping down my thighs.

“I’ll go get you a towel.”

He was out of breath, but I could hear the smile on his face.

When he left the room I laid down, still caught up in the fantasy of Jonathan. This vacation was going to get very awkward if I couldn’t get this under control.

To be continued

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