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The Victory of an Evil Daughter Against a Wannabe-Stepdad
If you’re hitting on a woman but can’t control your erections around her daughter, you may be in for a surprise!
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
In the fight for who would live with her mom, Emma had ammunitions her mother’s latest wannabe boyfriend didn’t, and she planned on using every trick in the book.
She woke up in a beach cottage they had rented for a week of vacation under tropical skies. It was Harvey’s idea. Her mom kept saying he was just a friend, but Emma didn’t believe it. Why would Harvey pay for the three of them to go on a week's vacation if he didn’t have intentions with her mom?
“They are both probably trying to buy my approval for him to move in!” she thought.
In the kitchen, she found a note from her mom: “Gone shopping. Enjoy the sun!”
Emma wasn’t sure if her mom had left the note for her or Harvey. Either way, she was sure that Harvey didn’t go shopping and, therefore, he was most likely at the spa. And that is where she intended to win the first battle in an all-out war she had just declared. Too bad he didn’t know war had been proclaimed!
Emma didn’t want that man — or any man — to move in with her and her mom. She didn’t like sharing her mom or the house her father had left them after his death.
When Emma’s mom announced she wanted to invite Harvey to live with them, Emma objected, but her mom simply said she was old enough to leave the house.
“Go start your own life,” she had said.
Emma liked her life at home! Why would she move into a tiny apartment when she had everything at home? The sauna, the home theater, plenty of cars, and her gigantic bedroom with patio doors giving on a garden with a path to an Olympic-size pool.
“You go live with him. I’ll stay here,” Emma replied at the time. Her mom didn’t find it funny. It wasn’t meant to be funny! Emma was serious. Her dad had died a few years prior, and she was sure he would have wanted her to have the house. He wasn’t even getting along with her mom at the end.
But first things first. She needed to get Harvey out of the picture before it was too late. More precisely, she needed her mom to throw him out with a kick on the ass so he didn’t come back.
“Try to get along with him,” her mom said before boarding at the airport. “He’s a good guy!”
“We’ll see about that!” Emma thought. Good or evil, he had no business being in her dad’s house.
She walked into the reception at the spa and enquired about the facilities. There were separate changing rooms for men and women, but the rest was mixed usage, including a dry sauna, a wet sauna, a couple of hot tubs, and a pool. There were private massage rooms, as well as massage tables under palm trees between the pool and the beach. The resort also had a gym and a series of à-la-carte spa treatments she wasn’t interested to hear about.
“It is a European-inspired adult-only facility but nudity is suggested to be minimal and temporary,” the receptionist told her while asking for an ID card. While providing proof that she was 18 years old, Emma wondered how one could be minimally naked. Either you were or you weren’t. But she didn’t argue with the receptionist.
An attendant met her and guided her to the ladies changing room. That male attendant was so handsome, Emma almost forgot she was on another mission! Once they arrived at the changing room, he handed her three towels.
“The large one is to cover your body as you move around our facilities,” he explained with a heavy French accent. “I recommend being nude under a towel, especially if you are planning on using one of our saunas. Polyester and heat don’t go along. The small towel is for you to sit on, in places like the sauna, if you want to keep the large one around your body. And this middle-size one is to keep here for when you shower before leaving.”
Emma wondered why they didn’t simply have bathrobes but then realized that towels could be more fun. “Awesome! Can you stay with me to help when I drop my towel?” she flirted while touching his strong biceps.
“Have a good day, ma’am.”
“Miss!” she hissed.
“Miss,” he corrected while leaving her.
Emma went into the women’s changing room, stripped naked, and threw everything in a locker except the big towel that she put around her body. She grabbed the paper flip-flops they had at the door and was about to leave when she got a better idea and went back to her locker.
She threw the large towel in the locker and grabbed the medium-sized one instead. She wrapped it around the top of her breasts. It wasn’t long enough to be tied. She had to hold the two ends of the towel together.
From the top of her young, perky boobs, the towel was not quite reaching under her bare buttocks. She looked in the mirror. In the back, she could see the bottom of her butt cheeks. In the front, she could see the bottom centimeter of her vaginal lips.
Goosebumps shook her body. She had been an exhibitionist since her dad died. The shrink had told her she was desperate for attention. Either way, the thought of walking out of the changing room like that was inspiring to her.
She had a last look in the mirror, took a deep breath, and exited the changing room.
At first, she held the top of the towel above her boobs with her right hand while her left hand pulled on the bottom of the towel to cover her vulva. She crossed paths with a middle-aged couple. He raised his eyebrows and winked at her.
Perhaps that vacation was gonna be more fun than she thought! Emma stopped trying to cover the bottom part of her young pussy and started walking with a commanding attitude around the spa. She was looking for Harvey and she found him by the pool.
He was wearing the typical American male swim apparel that made him stand out in a crowd of mostly European tourists, with both men and women wearing tiny bathing suits, if at all. His swim trunks were covering his body from below his belly button to almost his knees.
“How boring!” she thought.
“Hi, Harvey!” she said, standing in front of his chair, facing him.
“I didn’t know you were coming,” he said, while his eyes lingered at the bottom of Emma’s towel. She could feel a tingling in her young vagina. Her plan was already working!
There was an empty chair next to Harvey, and she went for it. She lay on it, then lifted her left leg, the one closest to him. The towel being too short, it opened from under her boobs and all the way down. Her vulva was still partially covered by the other side of the towel.
He couldn’t see between her legs because she had raised the one close to him. However, he could see the naked left side of her body — right from below her breasts, down her torso, ass, thigh, knee, leg, feet, and toes with pink toenail polish matching her fingernails.
From the corner of her eye, she confirmed he was looking.
Men are so predictable!
She was still holding the two ends of the towel above her boobs, and she didn’t know what else to do by the pool. She assumed that letting the towel drop and exposing full frontal nudity would not be considered “minimal nudity” by the spa staff. It briefly crossed her mind to test that rule, but instead, she got back up and grabbed Harvey’s hand.
“Let’s go to the sauna!”
He resisted. “You don’t need me for that!”
“Come on! The only reason I’m here… Mom told me to spend time with you!”
She pulled again on his hand. He stood up, and they walked to the sauna. There was another couple in it, sitting on the right side of the wooden bench. They were both resting their butt on a little towel with their body wrapped in a big one.
Nice, boring, rule-abiding people!
Emma went to the other side of the sauna and placed her towel on the wooden bench, exposing her nude back to Harvey and her young tits to the other couple. She tapped on the bench next to her towel to make sure Harvey would come next to her and indeed, he did, like an obedient puppy.
Men are so easy to control!
He put the towel on the bench and sat in his swim trunks. Emma put her ass down with her back to the sidewall, her legs bent with her toes resting against Harvey’s right thigh. She looked at his face. He didn’t know where to look! He seemed close to entering panic mode!
The other couple left with the woman pulling the man by his hand.
What’s her problem? I bet she will have better sex tonight while he thinks of my naked body in the sauna!
In Emma’s mind, Harvey had made a mistake by coming to the sauna with her and sitting next to her nude, youthful body. She was determined to make him pay for it.
How could he do this to my mom? Oh, wait! I wanted him to do this!
“Harvey! Take these off,” she said, with her toes wiggling on the side of his swim trunks.
“No,” he said while staring at Emma’s bare feet.
“Harvey! We’re in a sauna! Polyester will melt on your skin! Didn’t they tell you to take them off at the reception?”
“They did?” he inquired.
“Ya!” she said while rolling my eyes. “It’s plastic!”
He felt for it and pushed his trunks down, placing them on the bench next to him. Emma was winning!
She thought his penis was relatively big — both wide and long — although she hadn’t seen many yet in her life. She figured that was one reason her mom liked that man! Meanwhile, the naked penis was stiffening and Harvey put both of his hands over his cock.
“Harvey! I’m not a virgin! Relax!”
She lifted her feet and placed them to rest on the inside of his left leg, the furthest one from her. She pushed with her heels to open up his legs, and then she brought her left foot up all the way to his hardening cock. Emma could feel his penis pulsating on top of her foot while his hands were still covering it.
“Stop it!” she said while giggling to make it sound as natural as possible. “You are just being silly!”
She bent toward him and grabbed his hands. She pushed his left one to his side, then place his right hand on her thigh.
“Relax, man! Feel the heat!”
She kept holding Harvey’s hand on her thigh to make sure he wouldn’t move it from her naked leg. She wiggled her foot under his cock and lifted it further. His penis was growing at an accelerated rate. She liked it, but the most beautiful part of it was not his cock, no matter how attractive it was. His facial expression was priceless!
His eyes were conveying fear — perhaps a bit of shame, she thought — but the rest of his face was displaying intense pleasure. His breathing was that of a man enjoying sex!
Damn! I hope he doesn’t come on my foot already!
“I was so long overdue for a vacation!” Emma said casually. “How many week-offs do you have per year?”
“As many as I want. It’s my business!”
“Wow! Can you teach me how to get one?” she continued. She was purposely maintaining a casual conversation while caressing the under part of his cock with her foot.
“Yesss!” he said. He was enjoying this so much, Emma wasn’t sure if he was answering her question or commenting on her foot’s movements. Winning this war may be easier than she thought! It was time to raise the stakes.
“How old are you? 65? 70?” she asked while standing up and going on the other side of him, where there was a lot more room between his legs and the wall.
“58!” he exclaimed.
She laid her towel down and went on her back with her legs bent at an angle toward the side wall. For the coup-de-grâce, she lay her head on his lap, pushing the stiff penis down. She wondered if pressing down on a hard cock like that was hurting him, and smiled.
Without waiting much longer, she raised her hand, reached out for his cock, and pulled it out of its jail, bringing it above her face with all the room it needed to display its hardness. She wiggled her head so that her lips were aligned with his shaft, right underneath it. Emma then pulled her tongue out and licked the under part of that old penis.
“How many employees do you have?”
“Stop! For fuck’s sake!” he said. He could barely speak.
With her left hand, she grabbed his left hand and placed it on her boob.
“What does your company do?”
With her index finger, she touched the tip of his penis gland. Pre-cum was coming out. She spread it all over the head and around the prepuce, all while keeping her tongue licking up and down underneath his cock.
“We can’t…” he said, although his hand was caressing her nipple.
“When you go down on my mom, do you think of me sometimes?”
His penis reacted to that question and more pre-cum poured out. She stopped caressing his cock with both her hand and her tongue. She didn’t want him to come. She wanted him to suffer!
“Do you?” she insisted when he didn’t answer. “You eat my mom’s pussy, I hope? You are not one of those selfish men, are you?”
She looked at him and locked eyes. She wasn’t sure if he was about to come or pass out.
“Do you?” she insisted.
“What?” he asked.
“Eat my mom’s pussy?”
“Yes! For fuck's sake… But we can’t…”
“I wonder if I taste like her,” she said as if she was thinking aloud. She sprang up on her knees, facing him, and pulling her vaginal lips apart.
“My vulva… Does it look like my mom’s?”
He stared. She kept her vagina lips open by caressing them up and down, slowly.
“Do they? Come on! Tell me!”
“Ya! Similar,” he finally answered.
“So you like them?”
“For fuck’s sake…”
“You say that a lot! I’m not fucking you! Only in your dreams,” Emma replied, standing up and adding: “I’m going back to the bungalow.”
At the door, she turned around to face him. “Come! I want you to tell me if I taste like mom.”
She could see intense fear on his face.
“No! Enough of this! We cannot!”
“Too late! You either taste my juice and tell me if I taste like mom or I’ll tell her I sucked your dick in the sauna because you forced me.”
She stayed there to watch the reaction on his face. It was so entertaining to her that it was getting her pussy wet.
Gosh! Power over a man is so exciting!
Emma had been home for about an hour when Harvey finally showed up.
It’s about time!
She was concerned that her mom would be back from shopping before he came back from the spa. She still had one more act in her tactical battle plan. And as he walked on the patio, she got a text from her mom.
“How did it go with Harvey? I’ll be there in 10. Almost there.”
That question gave Emma a huge grin. Her mow was in for a surprise!
“Listen!” he said. “This did not happen! We cannot…”
She grabbed his hand and pulled him inside the cottage, leaving the door wide open. She wanted her mom to be able to walk in making no noise. Emma brought Harvey to her mom’s bedroom and pulled his trunks down. He was semi-erect.
“You want to know as much as I do, it seems!” she said while stroking his old cock with her hands. “I can see and feel how much you want it,” she added while squeezing his stiffening cock.
“No…” he argued, although he didn’t try to move Emma’s hands away from his penis.
“Stop it!” she ordered. “Do this for me, and I will never annoy you again. I neeeed to know if I taste like my mom!”
She wiggled her way out of her sundress, letting it fall on the floor. She lay on the bed, with her legs bent and her vulva at the edge of the mattress. He looked at her, put a hand on her knee, and stared at her young, well-shaved pussy.
“I cannot…”
“Hurry or I tell mom!”
He went to his knees and got his face close to her vulva. She pushed his head down onto her pussy.
“Lick it! Now!”
He obeyed, finally! She kept her hand on the back of his head so that he wouldn’t move away.
“What do I taste like?”
He tried answering, but she held his head against her wet pussy. She was also keeping an ear out for her mom and soon enough, she could hear her almost silent cat steps in the cottage.
“Stop! Stop! No! I don’t want to!” Emma yelled, trying to sound as much as possible like a girl being raped. He looked at her, shocked. Her mom rushed into the room. Emma was naked on her back. Harvey was on his knees in front of her pussy.
“What the fuck!” her mom yelled, enraged. Harvey stood up, but that didn’t help him. His hard cock bounced around in front of him.
“She… I didn’t…”
Emma jumped out of bed and ran to the corner of the room, where she crawled into a fetal position like a scared animal.
“I had to lick his dirty cock!” she mumbled. She was making sure not to lie so that her voice would be convincing. She never said he forced her to do it. For her, the truth was that she “had” to lick his penis as part of her war strategy! But obviously, her mom assumed he forced himself onto her daughter.
“Get the fuck out of here,” her mom yelled while kicking him as if she was a professional boxer. He was twice her size, but she booted him out of the room like he was a feather.
While they were both out of the room, Emma kept hearing her mom yell like an enraged wildcat. Emma momentarily stopped acting out and almost laughed. The victory had been easier and faster to get than she had hoped.
“I don’t want to see you ever again!” Emma’s mom yelled before the entire island probably heard a door being slammed.
Her mom rushed back into the bedroom, grabbed Harvey’s swim trunk still on the floor, and dashed back out. Emma imagined the old man standing outside the cottage, naked and stunned. She wished she could have seen it. She heard the door opening and her mother yell: “Go to the bar or wherever the fuck you want to be a predator. Don’t come back here until we’re gone.”
“Honey… She did… I didn’t…”
“Scram, you disgusting pig! Or I call the police. Or the army. Or whoever the fuck is the law in this shithole!”
Vlam! The door was slammed again, and it vibrated so much that Emma wondered how the glasses of the cottage did not all shatter.
Emma was so emotional at hearing all of that and savoring her victory that tears naturally pearled out of her eyes. She had tears rolling down her cheeks as her mom rushed back into the bedroom, throwing herself at Emma, grabbing her, and holding her like she had never done before. Emma could hardly breathe in that tight embrace.
“Honey! Babe!”
Emma kept crying.
“I’m so sorry! Are you OK? Did he hurt you?”
Emma didn’t answer. She didn’t want to answer. She didn’t want to lie! Her goal was simply to be held while tears continued to drip from her cheeks.
Emma’s mom threw everything that belonged to them in their two suitcases opened on the bed. That was the first thing she worked on after holding Emma for almost an hour. Emma was still sitting in the corner, staring at nothing, like a lost soul. Her mom was now crying.
“I should have listened to you. I’m so sorry!”
Emma’s mom must have said ‘sorry’ a thousand times in one hour. Then Emma stood up and went to hug her mom.
“It’s OK mom. We’ll be OK, you and me. Only you and me!”
“Yes, honey! Only us!”
“Promise me you’ll never get another man in our house? Promise? Promise!”
“Promise sweety! Never. Ever, again.”
Emma wanted to jump up and down in happiness, but that wouldn’t have fit with the role she was playing.
Emma and her mom walked into the resort reception area with their two suitcases. Her mom asked the receptionist to get them a cab for the airport, then brought Emma back outside, continuously holding hands as if she never wanted to leave Emma alone again.
“Mom! Don’t we have to check out?”
“Fuck that! He can pay for it all and shuffle the bill up his fucking ass!”
Damn! It was music to Emma’s ears! Her mom had bought her story.
“In fact…” Emma’s mom said while pulling both of them back in. They walked to the gift shop and Emma’s mom threw everything she could find onto the counter, mainly clothes with the logo of the resort. In no time, the counter was full. The clerk couldn’t believe her eyes. If she was paid commissions, this was a good day for her!
Emma’s mom signed everything to their cottage room. They left with three enormous bags. Emma wished she could see Harvey’s face when he would check out. The cab was waiting for them. The driver had already put the suitcases in the trunk. Emma’s mom threw the three shopping bags on the back seat.
“I don’t want any souvenirs from that place,” Emma suddenly said, thinking that she should continue to act according to what had supposedly happened.
Her mom looked at Emma, and her eyes grew sad.
“Sorry, sweetie! You are right!”
They were in a village they had to cross on the way to the airport.
“Is there a place with homeless people?” Emma’s mom asked the driver.
The driver answered and was asked to drive through that neighborhood. Once there, Emma’s mom got out of the cab with the three shopping bags and gave them to a guy and a gal sitting on the sidewalk.
“Too bad we didn’t buy more!” her mom hissed while sitting back in the cab. “Wait!” she added while opening her purse and searching inside frantically. She pulled out a Visa gold card.
“He gave me his personal card for the week. He didn’t want to carry a wallet around. Like it was my duty to do so. Do I look like a valet?”
Emma’s mom laughed and added: “First-class tickets home, sweetie. And anything you want in the duty-free shop!”
Oh, my god!
In Emma’s head, at that moment, she was seeing Harvey’s hard cock bouncing around when he jumped up after her mom showed up in the room. At the same time, she was thinking of all the brand-new jewelry he was going to buy her! She never had enough jewelry!
That’ll teach him to control his erections!
But Emma first put her sad eyes back on, reached out to her mom for a hug, and said: “I was so scared, Mom!”
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