“UGGHHHH!” he yells as he cums hard inside me, shooting cum into my pussy. He is out of breath as he lets his dick slide out of me. He steps back a little, freeing me, and I fall back into his arms. He catches me before my legs give out underneath me. He scoops me up into his arms and opens the door with one hand. He carries me down the hall to his bedroom. He lays me down under the covers of the big unmade bed. I am still weak and out of breath.
He lies down next to me and pulls me to him. I can still feel whispers of pleasure shivering through me. He strokes my hair and I throw my arm lazily over him, my head is touching his chest. We are lying on our sides.
“You’re sure you want me forever?” he whispers into my hair.
“Yes,” I say with a sigh.
“I won’t argue with you,” he says gently as he continues to stroke my hair.
“Good,” I say sleepily.
I listen to him breathing and feel him run his fingers down my hair, and I fall blissfully to sleep.
Sex Vacation with Step Dad (back to top)
I graduated from high school a few days ago. My ex-boyfriend Blake doesn’t seem to have told anyone he caught me having sex with my stepdad. Though his sister, my best friend, hasn’t spoken to me since the break-up. I’m afraid to ask why.
It’s not like my stepdad, Bill, and I are doing anything wrong. I’m 18. It’s my choice. But I know other people won’t see it that way. I’m so relieved school is over and I don’t have to be paranoid anymore.
Right now I’m lying in my stepdad’s bed. I’ve started sleeping in his room. It’s Saturday morning. I’m lying on my stomach facing away from him. He’s running his fingers down my back gently, running them through my long dark blond hair. We are both naked.
“You awake, Erica?” Bill asks quietly.
“Mmm.”
“You want breakfast?” he asks.
“Mm-hmm,” I say lazily.
“Meet me downstairs in a few. It’ll be pancakes.”
“Yum,” I say, my favorite.
He laughs. Then he leans over and kisses me between my shoulder blades. I smile. He climbs out of bed, grabs a robe, and leaves the room.
I eventually climb out of bed and put my pajamas back on, pink pajama pants, and a skimpy white tank top that shows off my large breasts. I have an athletic body, although now that cheerleading is done, I will have to find other ways to keep in shape.
I wander downstairs and follow the smell of pancakes. Bill is standing by the skillet in his blue robe. He is handsome for a 50-year-old man. Lean yoga muscles, brown hair, kind brown eyes. He turns to smile at me as I enter the room.
“Sleep well?” he asks.
“Mm-hmm.”
“I have a surprise for you,” he says happily. “I planned a vacation for us. Away from this place. Somewhere no one knows us and we don’t have to be paranoid. What do you think?”
“Sounds great,” I say as I munch on a fresh pancake. “Where?”
“I rented a cabin at Lake Holu.”
“I love it there.”
“Me too,” he says. He smiles, then turns to flip the pancakes.
I lug my suitcase up the wooden steps of the cabin Bill has rented. It’s in the middle of a dense forest, with a dirt road leading up to it. We can barely see the lake from here, but it’s just a short walk down a dirt path. There are other cabins in the area, but they are far enough away that we can’t see them, or hear any other people.
Bill follows me up the steps with his second load of luggage. We had to bring our own food too. There is electricity and a kitchen. I love coming here. It’s an actual log cabin built with whole logs. Cozy.
After we get settled in, Bill cooks us up some dinner. It was a long drive. Took practically all day. We are both tired of sitting.
I stare at him across the little table in the kitchen as I eat my food. He glances at me and smiles every once in a while. The last time we came here we were obviously not having sex with each other. This is so different. I’m waiting for him to make a move on me. We finish our dinner and he actually washes the dishes afterwards. We have to do that by hand. No dishwasher here. Kind of a bummer, but we’re only here for a week. He washes the dishes, and I rinse and dry them. When we’re done, I can’t stand it anymore. If he won’t make a move on me, I’ll have to do something.
I hang the dishtowel neatly on the towel rack, then I turn to him.
“Bill?”
He turns to look at me. “Yes?”
I pull my T-shirt off and let it drop to the floor. Now he looks interested. I step out of my flip flops as I unhook my bra and peel it off. My big breasts bounce free and I let the bra drop to the floor as well.