John picked up his phone and checked the incoming message from his wife, Tracy. “Going to be another late night at work.”
He sighed as he put the phone down. Things had been great for two years. Then, three months ago, the late nights at work had started. Sex was nothing more than a fond memory, and she was distant — at best — whenever she was home. Any attempt to talk about things resulted in a fight.
Though he had only circumstantial evidence — such as newly purchased bras and panties in the laundry that were hardly everyday wear — he was certain she was cheating on him.
It didn’t take much of that for him to go from heartbroken to resigned. The marriage was over. It was just a matter of which one of them would broach the subject first. While he was on the verge, so long as he stayed out of her way when she was home, the situation was tolerable. He was essentially alone already, but without the expense of a divorce and effort of moving out.
The front door opened and his stepdaughter Jillian — or Jilly as she preferred — walked in to ask, “Where’s Mom?”
“She has to stay late at work again,” John answered.
Jilly rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath. “I guess I’ll make something for dinner then. You hungry?”
He waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. “I’ll find something. Just make whatever you want.”
“Well, I was going to make spaghetti, and it’s just as easy to make that for two as one.”
He had to admit that sounded good. “Well, if you don’t mind?”
She flashed him a brilliant smile and said, “Not at all. Be ready in a jiff.”
With that, she hurried off to the kitchen with her long, blonde pigtails bouncing.
John shook his head and chuckled. For most of the relationship, he’d barely interacted with Jilly. Teenage girls are not exactly keen to spend time at home with parental figures, so it hadn’t really bothered him. She’d decided to take a gap year before going to college, and that had resulted in her being home more. She was like a little storm cloud of young adult angst whenever her mother was home, but lightened up the moment Tracy walked out the door. It was the one bright spot in his life, as her bubbly exuberance was somewhat contagious.
The spaghetti was soon on the table. “That really hit the spot,” he said as he sat back after he finished eating.
“Thanks,” Jilly said with a smile.
When she started to pick up her plate, he said, “No, you cooked, so I’ll take care of the dishes. It’s the least I can do.”
“No argument from me,” she said as she rose from the table.
John rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. He knew that was a luxury he was going to miss when the inevitable happened. He wasn’t going to be able to afford anything like that for a long time, most likely. Once the dishwasher was running, he grabbed a beer from the fridge, and sat down to relax in front of the television.
A little over an hour later, Jilly walked into the front room and asked, “Could you do me a favor?”
“What is it?”
“Is there any way I could order something and have it sent to your post office box?”
He was surprised she even knew about the post office box. He’d written some shareware games in the nineties, and while they were severely outdated, a few people still downloaded them every now and then. Because the address was coded as the contact in the game, a few payments and other correspondence showed up there, so he maintained it. It always made him smile when someone showed appreciation for those games.
“Why not have it sent to the house?” he asked.
“Well, I really don’t want Mom to find out about it.”
That was a red flag. “I don’t know if hiding something from your mother is a good idea.”
“It’s nothing illegal or anything,” she quickly countered. “It’s just… Well, it’s a vibrator.”
John’s face burned. He hadn’t the foggiest idea how to respond to that. He had no idea how to even process Jilly and sex being connected in any way.
“It’s so weird, I know,” she said. “Please? I just don’t want to deal with Mom.”
He glanced at her, and his face somehow flushed even hotter. He locked his eyes on the television and fumbled for a response. “It’s… I…”
“Please? Pretty please?” she pleaded.
It was getting more uncomfortable by the moment, and in a panicked need to escape, he said, “Okay — so long as we never, ever, talk about this again.”
Jilly giggled, and in his peripheral vision, he saw her pull her phone out of her pocket. “Promise. So, what’s the address?”
He quickly rattled it off and could tell she was typing on her phone.
“Thanks so much,” she said when she finished.
“Don’t mention it. Seriously.”
She giggled again. “Not a word.”
John blew out a long breath between pursed lips when she left the room. It was time for another beer — or three.
****
A couple of days later, at nearly quitting time, John caught himself admiring an attractive new girl walking toward the copy machine. Having always prided himself on self-control, he knew it was a symptom of the sudden, ongoing lack of sex in his marriage. He silently chided himself for a lapse that could have multiple consequences. Fortunately, she didn’t seem to notice, and nobody else appeared to be in a position where they could have seen him.
When his phone sounded off, he checked it to find a message from Jilly saying that her package had been delivered.
He had done a fair job of putting the embarrassing exchange out of his mind, but it was something that couldn’t be avoided at that point. Once the workday was done, he drove out of his way to the post office.
In addition to the dreaded locker key he expected, a welcome surprise awaited him. Someone who had played one of his games back in the day had sent him something. The letter described how he had hunted it down, and found a forum where there were instructions on how to run it on a newer system, letting him relive the experience once again. The same forum had revealed that the old post office box address was still in use.
He’d also included a twenty dollar bill, saying it was the old shareware donation with interest.
Buoyed by the unexpected letter, he was still smiling when he opened the locker to retrieve Jilly’s package. It was discreetly packaged and could have been any one of a thousand things.
Unfortunately, he knew exactly what it was.
The last thing he wanted to do was hand it over personally. He seriously doubted his wife would be home until after midnight, but he couldn’t just put it somewhere in the house on the off chance she did. Putting it in Jilly’s room was out of the question. He had never once stepped foot in her room.
At a loss, he replied to her text saying he’d picked it up.
Jilly responded, “My car is in the driveway and my keys are on the hook by the door. Could you put it in my trunk?”
John blew a sigh of relief and replied, “Will do.”
Once at home, he grabbed his stepdaughter’s keys, deposited the package in her trunk, and promptly tried to forget about the whole thing. He wasn’t in the mood to cook anything, so he grabbed a microwave meal from the freezer, nuked it, and ate in front of the television.
He was beginning to feel drowsy from a long day at work and a second beer when he looked at his phone. Tracy hadn’t even bothered to text him to tell him she would be late the day before, and it was looking as if that would be the case again. Fortunately, their king-size, memory foam bed meant he barely even knew she was there when she finally did sneak in each night.
John shut down the television, yawned, and decided to turn in early. He had barely settled into bed when he heard a car pull up in the drive. The front door opened, and he could hear the jangle of keys. His face warmed when he realized his stepdaughter was going to retrieve her package.
Though he tried to close his ears and drift off to sleep, he still heard her come back in and hang her keys up. Only a minute later, he heard her opening a drawer, and his face burned even hotter. From the direction of the sound, she was getting into the junk drawer, where the packs of batteries were. She then proceeded directly to her bedroom.
John turned onto his side and clamped the pillow down over his hot ear.
****
The next day after work, John was shocked — and more than a little apprehensive — to see his wife’s car in the garage. Even though he’d gone out with co-workers after quitting time, he had hardly expected her to be home. Confusion slipped into the mix when he saw her walking toward the door with a suitcase as he entered.
“Hey, guess what?” Tracy asked with an exuberance that had become quite rare of late.
“Going somewhere?”
“The CEO asked me to come with him to a conference this weekend in Vegas.”
John kept his feelings in check and the acid out of his voice when he said, “Really?”
“Mmm hmm,” Tracy said as she sat down the suitcase near the front door. She’d already placed another suitcase and a garment bag there earlier. “I think I might finally be getting that promotion. I’ve been working so hard for it.”
“That’s great,” he said, faking a smile. He strongly suspected the work she was doing wasn’t at her desk, but rather on her back. The CEO had coincidentally divorced his wife at about the same time Tracy had grown distant. He was John’s first guess as to whom she was sleeping with.
“I leave first thing in the morning, so I’m going to get in the shower and go to bed.”
John nodded, not trusting his voice. His wife turned and headed toward the stairs. He barely kept his seething anger in check as he went about his after-work routine.
Once he heard her get in the shower, he headed directly to the bedroom, and to a specific drawer. Upon slowly drawing it open, he clenched his teeth and suppressed a growl. Most of her sexy lingerie was missing. He had little doubt it was all in one of the suitcases she’d packed.
She was barely trying to hide her infidelity any longer. She must have realized that he was biding his time.
Or perhaps she thought he was too stupid to figure it out. Maybe she’d decided he was too much of a pussy to challenge her.
He sighed when he realized the latter was somewhat true. A divorce was barely going to affect her. He was the one who would have to move out and start over, because the house was hers from before they got together. Even though he made good money, it would take some time to get back on his feet. He’d rationalized that he was waiting until the right time, but he’d done absolutely nothing to further that end.
A weekend with her out of town was as good a time as any to tackle that.
It somehow felt more real as he considered his options. Maybe somewhere in the back of his head, he was hoping that he was imagining it all, and eventually, they’d work it out. There was too much evidence at that point for even his subconscious to be so naive.
Resigned to reality, he avoided her — which wasn’t difficult. She went directly to the bedroom after her shower and didn’t come out. He sat on the couch, drinking beer, and watching television.
Jilly gave the suitcases by the door a hard look when she came in. She offered him a sad smile and a wave before heading to her room.
The thought of climbing into the same bed — separate as they were — made his stomach turn, so John crashed out on the couch. Seven beers made that a little easier than he’d intended.
****
John yanked the throw off the back of the couch and covered his eyes when he awakened. His mouth was dry, his head was throbbing, and the sunlight streaming through the window was burrowing into his brain.
Despite it all, he realized the light was steadily dimming a short while later. He risked a peek and saw Jilly in her pajamas closing the blinds and curtains.
There was a time when he could have downed seven beers and gone all day on two hours of sleep without a blip. Those days were long gone. Though the dimmed light helped, he still felt like dying.
“John, do you want some Excedrin?”
He groaned at the sound of his stepdaughter’s voice and lifted the throw. She was standing next to the couch with a large glass of water. Her hand opened to reveal the pills.
“Thanks,” he answered — which set off a fresh throbbing in his head. Despite that, he slowly propped himself up against the arm of the couch and reached for the pills.
“Drink all the water,” she recommended.
John downed the pills and said, “Sorry. I shouldn’t be setting a bad example.”
“I can hardly blame you,” she said, followed by a disgusted sound. “If you need anything, just ask, okay?”
He nodded.
“And seriously, drink all the water. It won’t help much at first, but it does help,” she said as she walked away.
Here I am getting hangover advice from an eighteen-year-old, he thought. He downed the water, refilled the glass, and finished a second. Though he still felt like hell, he forced himself to rise, shower, and get down to the business of planning his eventual exit.
While he was looking into divorce attorneys, he heard Jilly approaching. He quickly brought up the home screen on his phone and glanced her way, which resulted in a surprise. Jilly was wearing her hair down.
“You’re a guy, so how does this look?” she asked.
John shrugged and said, “It looks just fine. You look a little older, actually.”
“Better than up in tails?”
“I wouldn’t say better. There’s nothing wrong with the way you usually wear it.”
“I mean, as a guy, which is more attractive?”
“Don’t worry about that so much. You should do whatever makes you happy, and worry about what other people think second.”
She sighed. “Come on. Pretend you don’t know me. Which way would make you more likely to come talk to me?”
“Seriously, it wouldn’t matter to me,” John said. A voice in his head added As if any guy would be paying attention to her hair. His ears burned because he was thinking that her lithe, young body would be the focus.
“But I look older with it down?”
He shrugged. “Yes, but don’t be in a hurry to grow up. Adulthood looks good to you now, but once you get there, it honestly kind of sucks.”
She offered him a smile that had a hint of sadness to it. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I think I’ll keep putting it up.”
“Whatever makes you happy,” he reiterated.
Jilly turned to leave, but when she reached the stairs, she stopped, turned and said, “You know, Mom is really stupid for cheating on you.”
He had no idea what to say to that. Some part of him was still in denial, but the signs were so obvious that even an eighteen-year-old had figured it out.
The young woman started up the stairs, but as she walked, she called down, “You deserve better. She’s gone all weekend. You should hook up with someone to get even.”
How he wished it was that easy. Of all the things he had to dread about the future, the thought of dating again in his 40s was the most daunting. He brought back up the browser and returned to the far less nerve-wracking task of finding a divorce attorney.
****
John checked his hair and his shave in the mirror. After a productive day of scouting the local apartment market and discovering a lawyer who had given him some solid advice, going out had felt right.
Staring at his reflection in the mirror caused him to have second thoughts. He swore his hair looked thinner and had more gray than it had that morning. A sigh escaped him and he looked away from the old man staring back at him from the mirror.
“Forget it,” he muttered to himself as he walked out of the bathroom, planning to change back into casual clothing.
Jilly’s door opened, and the sight of her stopped him in his tracks. She was wearing a scandalously short skirt that exposed her smooth, shapely legs. The heels she was wearing only emphasized them all the more. Her top left her midriff and her shoulders both bare.
Somehow, her pigtails made everything else look even naughtier.
It was the most provocative outfit he’d ever seen her wearing, and her mother’s absence undoubtedly had something to do with that.
Her eyes lit up and she said, “Nice. So, you’re going out? You should get an Uber in case you want to drink. You do know how to do that, don’t you?”
Caught off-guard by her sexy outfit, he stammered, “I… Uber?”
Jilly rolled her eyes and chuckled. “Here. Give me your phone and I’ll help you set it up.”
Reaching into his back pocket for his phone and unlocking it provided a reason to avert his eyes from her — at least momentarily. As soon as he handed it over, she turned and headed toward the stairs.
“Come on,” she called as she tapped away.
John followed, doing everything in his power to ignore the way her tight skirt displayed her behind. She sat down on the couch and nodded for him to join her. He did, but made sure he kept a respectable distance between them.
She defeated that effort by sliding in right next to him while directing him in setting up the app. The smell of her perfume further flummoxed him as he tried to follow her instructions.
“There you go,” she said. “Your ride will be here in about ten minutes.” Her phone sounded off and she checked it. “My ride’s almost here too. Don’t wait up for me. If you bring someone home, I promise I never saw or heard anything.”
She winked, giggled, popped up off the couch, and headed toward the door. A honk sounded from outside just as she opened the door. Jilly let out a squeal of delight as she closed the door and skipped toward the waiting car.
She’d more or less trapped him into going out, and it once again didn’t feel like such a bad idea. When his ride-share showed up, he headed out to the bar.
****
“Tap you another?” the bartender asked.
She was pretty and flirty, but he knew better than to read much into that. She was after tips, and it was working.
John shook his head. His memory hadn’t failed him, and he’d already summoned a ride with the app to take him back home. He had felt utterly out of place the whole two hours. While there were a few attractive women around his age in the bar, he was too off his game to even think about making a move.
One positive thing had arisen, however. He tilted his glass and asked, “Don’t suppose you have carry-out on this do you?” The local brew IPA she had suggested was going down smooth.
“Sure do. Six pack for the road?”
“Make it two.”
“Coming right up.”
He arrived home without incident, showered, changed, and kicked back on the couch. A little scrolling brought him to a movie he hadn’t seen in years. Revenge of the Nerds didn’t really hit the same way it had when he’d snuck the VHS tape out of his father’s stash all those years ago, but it had its moments.
“We’ve got bush!” Booger declared at the same moment John noticed headlights stopping in front of the house. When he saw Jilly climb out of an unfamiliar car, he quickly stopped the movie and returned to the home screen.
In sharp contrast to the way she was strutting and skipping when she left, Jilly looked forlorn as she entered the house.
“Guess your night went about as well as mine,” she said bitterly while closing the door.
“You okay?” he asked.
She answered with a shrug, and headed for the stairs.
He knew the feeling, but at least she was young and pretty. She’d have plenty of great nights to make her forget all about this one. He wasn’t so sure that the evening wouldn’t be yet another in a string of sour end notes for him.
John finished his beer and scrolled, but didn’t find anything else that piqued his interest to watch. While he was searching, he heard Jilly get in the shower, and then go to her room. Between the hour and the alcohol, he decided it was time to call it a night as well. He shut down the television and headed for bed.
Upon closing the door, he found himself staring at the bed he’d shared with Tracy for two years — and slept in quite a bit for a year before that. It looked different somehow. His own bedroom felt like a strange place where he didn’t belong.
He shook his head — trying to chase off the feeling — and turned on his bedside lamp. Once it was on, he mechanically shut off the overhead light, turned on the ceiling fan, and stripped down to his boxers before slipping into bed.
Quite a few notifications had popped up on his phone while he was at the bar, which he’d ignored so far. He unlocked his phone and started clearing them out. One from a high-school buddy caught his eye, and he clicked over to the post. The next thing he knew, he was scrolling and reminiscing.
The rabbit hole led him to an ex-girlfriend, who had apparently just divorced her rich husband, and was living it up on the settlement. The years had been extremely kind to her, and she wasn’t afraid to flaunt it. Every shot showed her in tight clothing, low-cut tops, short skirts, and bikinis. The images on his phone conjured up memories. She had been incredibly wild in bed. It wasn’t long before he was sporting a throbbing erection.
A knock on the door nearly caused him to fumble his phone. Blood instantly rushed to a new location, making his face burn, and he closed down his ex’s feed.
“John? Can I come in for a minute?” Jilly asked.
“Just a second,” he answered, and winced when his voice cracked. He put his phone on the charger and bunched up the covers to hide an erection that was drooping from surprise and embarrassment — but not quickly enough.
The door opened a crack, and Jilly said, “I… I just need to talk.”
“It’s okay. Come in.”
He knew he’d made a mistake when her eyes widened upon entering. He’d been so worried about hiding his erection that he hadn’t even considered the fact that he was bare-chested. Unwilling to draw any more attention to his state of undress, he quickly asked, “What’s wrong?”
Jilly plopped down on the foot of the bed — on the opposite side — and asked, “Why do people cheat?”
John sighed. “I wish I knew, and I wish I could say something that would make it hurt less.”
“I was so excited,” she said while throwing up a hand in an exasperated gesture. She pulled her legs up on the bed and turned toward him. “This was going to be the night, you know? I mean, it was all I could do not to jump on him the moment I saw him. I was so hot I couldn’t stand it. I ran the batteries in my vibrator dead thinking about it last night.”
John fought hard to keep the shock from registering in his expression. There was little he could do about the way his ears were burning. He almost expected his face to spontaneously burst into flame from how hot it was.
“I kept it together. I mean, people would talk if we just went straight to a room and started fucking. We were having fun, hanging out, and drinking. We shared a blunt, felt each other up a little…” She paused and sighed. “I know my panties were soaked by that point. I was so ready when he said he was going to get us another beer.”
Her voice took on an edge of anger. “And then he’s gone for like forever. I go looking for him and you know where I found him? Upstairs, getting his dick sucked by some big titty skank. Fucking piece of shit.”
What in the fuck am I supposed to do now? He wondered as he tried to process the onslaught of intimate details she was throwing at him.
Jilly hung her head and shook it slowly.
He knew he had to say something, and his muddled thoughts latched onto what felt at least somewhat appropriate. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. It’s always worse when you catch them… When you actually see it.”
Jilly continued to stare at the mattress when she spat out a response. “Yeah. Choking on his dick and drooling everywhere. She couldn’t even fucking handle it.”
“Better you found out now,” he said. “I know it’s not much comfort.”
She let out a great, theatrical sigh. The next thing he knew, Jilly sat up straight, made eye contact, cupped her breasts, and asked, “Are my boobs too small?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Don’t stare. Say something that isn’t creepy, his conscience screamed as he tried to ignore the perky little mounds beneath her pajama top.
Jilly let her hands fall into her lap, pouted, and turned to look away. “I knew it,” she said in a soft voice.
“Don’t think that way,” he said. “There’s nothing wrong with… Nothing wrong with them.”
“What there is of them,” she responded sarcastically.
“You’re a beautiful young woman…”
“With no tits,” she snapped back.
His mind racing, John said, “You have a beautiful figure. You’re petite, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Any man would be lucky to be with you. This guy was obviously a dumbass, and you’re lucky to be rid of him.”
Jilly turned back toward him and asked, “Really?”
He offered a little smile — relieved that she looked as if she believed him. “Yes, really.”
“You’re sure?” she asked while arching her back. Her arms at her sides caught the material of her pajama top, stretched it tight, and perfectly outlined every curve of her breasts.
“Positive,” he said with a chuckle that covered the tempest of feelings that the sight stirred up. He lifted a hand, interposed it between them, cut his eyes to the side, and added, “Should probably just leave it there. Getting a little inappropriate.”
Jilly giggled, and he could see her moving in his peripheral vision. “We’re both adults here, and I doubt you’ll put up with Mom’s shit much longer.”
“I’m still technically an…” John trailed off as he let his hand drop and saw the young woman on the other side of the bed. She was up on her knees, with her pajama bottoms pulled down and the top bunched up beneath her neck. His brain completely locked up as his eyes drank in the sight of her beautiful young body.
Her small breasts were perfect, firm teardrops capped by small areolas. Her nipples were large by comparison and looked oh-so suckable. Below, a thin strip of hair pointed at a smooth-shaven cleft. Her firm little bottom looked as though it had been sculpted by a master.
Jilly’s eyes lit up and her smile broadened. “You do like my body.”
John managed to close his gaping mouth, but that was the full extent of motor control he was able to regain over his body. His cock needed no such direct orders to begin rapidly rising.
Faster than he could imagine — never mind react — Jilly finished pulling her pajama top off. She fell toward him onto her hands, and somehow managed to wriggle out of her pajama bottoms with an ease that defied physics while crawling toward him. A moment later, she popped up onto his lap, as naked as the day she was born.
She let out a whimper and gasped when her tight little ass settled on his hardening cock.
“Jilly… What..?” he stammered.
She cut him off rather effectively by sliding one hand behind his back, one behind his head, and kissing him with a hungry passion he hadn’t felt in a very long time.
John pulled away, but his head thumped into the headboard with only a little over an inch separating them. “I can’t. We can’t,” he argued. It didn’t sound particularly convincing to even his ears.
“Yes we can,” Jilly countered. With nowhere left to run, she easily pressed her lips to his and began to tickle his gums with her tongue. On top of that, she drew in closer to him, letting him feel her perky young breasts against his bare chest.
His temptress withdrew from the kiss, but barely far enough for their lips to part. “I need this. You need this,” she said before moving to kiss his neck.
John’s fully erect cock throbbed against her ass. The sound of her whimpering I want you between electric kisses to his sensitive neck only fanned the flames of passion within him higher.
“But…” he began to protest.
Jilly leaned back and said, “No buts. I’m eighteen, and I can have sex with whoever I want. You can’t tell me you don’t want me. I can feel how hard you are.” Her voice took on a pleading quality when she said, “Please. Don’t leave me like this. I’m aching.”
Between the need in her voice, the lack of intimacy he’d experienced for months, and her touch, it was game over. When she leaned back in, he pulled her close and kissed her hard. She whimpered into the kiss, and he felt her tremble.
Their tongues intertwined in an intimate dance as their hands explored each other. It wasn’t long before the lure of her eighteen-year-old breasts overwhelmed him. He kissed her neck once and then wrapped his lips around one of the stiff nubs.
Jilly shuddered, and a warbling whimper passed her lips. Her mother had bigger tits, but Jilly’s were simply amazing. The firmness of them pressing against his lips sent chills up his spine. He suckled and tongued her nipple, making her writhe in his arms. Her hips rocked, grinding her sex against the comforter between her and his erection.
“Making me… So wet,” she said in sharp exhalations between whimpers and moans.
John wetted her other nipple between his lips a moment later. Her fingers tightened into his hair.
He didn’t have long to enjoy the erect little button, because Jilly started yanking at the comforter and trying to pull it away. He let her nipple slip from his lips, and as soon as he did, she sat up on her knees. She lifted one knee and yanked, exposing about half of his body. When she shifted her stance to put a knee down on the bare sheets, he assisted her by kicking the comforter away.
She didn’t even give him a chance to free his feet before grabbing his boxers and yanking them down.
“Oh yes,” she said in a breathless voice, and then leaned into his lap.
John growled from the first touch of her tongue. Her pigtails brushed against his legs as she lapped him up and down. The sight of that beautiful, fresh young woman between his legs had his erection pressing against her slathering tongue. She was looking up into his eyes the whole time with an expression of mischievous lust that he knew would be permanently burned into his memory.
“Mom is so fucking stupid,” Jilly said as she dipped down to lap his balls.
John breathed hard and reveled in the sound of her moans. Her tongue slithered over his family jewels in the most delightful way. Thankfully, she didn’t progress to sucking them, which he’d never found particularly pleasurable.
Jilly ended her ball teasing with a broad-tongued lick that traveled all the way up the shaft, and ended with a swirl around the head. She smiled at him, kissed the tip, and took it in hand.
John’s head slammed into the pillow and a grunt exploded from his lips when Jilly took him in.
As soon as he recovered from the shock, he lifted his head to watch — scarcely able to believe what was happening. Jilly was taking him deep, and her lips formed a tight seal around his shaft. Her head bobbed in a steady rhythm, making her pigtails sway.
She certainly had every right to criticize the other girl’s oral skills. Either this young woman had a lot of practice, or the lack of a gag reflex ran in the family. Tracy was easily the best cock-sucker he’d ever met, but her daughter was giving her a run for her money.
Jilly’s eyes lifted to look at him at the top of almost every stroke. Her tongue undulated and swirled around his cock as she engulfed him. The moans that vibrated in her throat added yet another exquisite element of sensation.
An audible pop sounded when she let him slide from her lips, followed by a gasp. She stroked his saliva-slick shaft in her small hand and asked, “Did that feel good?”
“Fuck yes,” he growled.
The beautiful young blonde’s eyebrows lifted, and she let out an excited moan. “I’ve never heard you curse. I like it. Want me to suck your cock some more?”
He didn’t even think twice when he responded, “Yeah, take that fucking cock back in that hot little mouth.”
Jilly gasped, and did just that.
John rested a hand on the back of the blonde’s bobbing head and fought the urge to buck his hips. The excitement in her expression and her voice when he talked dirty encouraged him to say, “Ah, I love the way you suck that cock. You look so fucking sexy.”
She paused at the top of the next stroke, massaged the head with her lips, and moaned before her mouth slid back down the shaft.
The young woman’s control didn’t slip in the slightest as she picked up the pace. She kept her lips wrapped tight around him and her tongue in motion. He could feel the blast of her exhales tickling his pubic hair at the bottom of every stroke.
The tight, hot itch of an impending explosion swelled rapidly in his shaft.
Jilly croaked when the pleasure caused his hips to lift, pushing his cock deeper into her throat. Though she jerked away, her hand continued to stroke him. Thick globs of saliva decorated her hand, his shaft, and her chin as she sat back to catch her breath.
“You’re…” She paused to sniffle and swallow. “You’re getting close aren’t you?”
He nodded his head and exclaimed, “Fuck.”
Jilly leaned back into his lap with a chuckling moan.
John quickly sat up and caught her under her arms. It wasn’t going to take much more of that to make him erupt in her mouth. “Wait. Not yet.”
She affected a pout, but her eyes lit up when he pulled her toward him. They kissed with needy passion as John slipped his hands beneath her perfect little ass. She let out a squeak of excited surprise when he lifted her, and she wrapped her arms tight around him.
Jilly didn’t resist in the slightest as he turned her and then lay her down on the bed. When he sought her lips again, she wiggled and squirmed until her legs were widely parted, with him kneeling between them.
“Please,” she whispered in a moment between kisses. Her hips lifted, pressing her pussy against his erection.
He knew that wasn’t going to work. She’d already pushed him too close with her mouth. He needed time, and he knew just how to get it.
Jilly moaned and dug her nails into his back when he kissed her neck. She gasped when he suddenly disentangled his arms, slid back, and grasped her legs.
“Oh god yes,” she said in a breathless voice as he pushed her knees up and out.
Time seemed to stop as he admired her perfect little pink pussy. A twinge of guilt assaulted him when he realized how much it resembled her mother’s, and caused him to hesitate.
“Please,” Jilly begged, and reached down to part her nether lips, revealing a glimmer of wetness.
John lifted his eyes and saw hers pleading with him. The look of desperate, almost painful need in her expression caused him to break out in goosebumps. Her head lifted from the pillow, causing her golden pigtails to dangle and sway. She reached out with slippery fingers, tugged on his arm, and repeated, “Please.”
Once again, his reservations disintegrated in the face of her sexy assault. He lowered himself into the V of her smooth, young thighs, and a chill raced up his spine from the musk of her arousal filling his lungs. His mouth opened, his tongue snaked out and pressed between her pink petals.
Jilly yelped and a hand snapped to the back of his head. Her thighs clamped down around his ears, and she shuddered violently. John slathered his tongue over her nether lips, gathering up her juices. He felt light-headed and in complete awe of how good she tasted.
The tremors shaking her slowly eased, and her legs drifted apart. Jilly sucked in a sharp gasp, and then let out a whimper.
John pushed on her legs, opening her up to him, and sucked her pussy while his questing tongue continued its exploration. As wrong as it was, the thrill of licking his eighteen-year-old stepdaughter’s pussy in the bed he shared with her mother made her taste all the sweeter. She whimpered, cooed, and moaned from his ministrations. Her lithe young body writhed on the bed beneath him.
“Oh! Oh! Oh my…” Her voice jumped a couple of octaves when she squealed, “Ohmigod!”
John growled into her folds as he devoured her. Her pussy felt familiar beneath his tongue, but oh-so slightly — and delightfully — different. He could hear the notes of her mother’s voice in her cries, but the uninhibited delight of her tone was something he hadn’t heard from Tracy in a long time, and it was thrilling.
“So good. Yes. Fuck,” Jilly whimpered. “Does my pussy taste good?”
“Mmm hmm,” John moaned around her folds, unwilling to still his tongue long enough to answer her.
“Better than Mom’s?”
He released the pressure of his suckling lips just long enough to growl, “Fuck yes,” before diving back in.
Her fingers tightened into his hair and her hips lifted, pressing his face tight against her pussy. He responded by sucking her clit hard and worrying it with his tongue. Jilly screeched and her fingers pulled painfully at the fistful of his hair.
He didn’t miss a beat.
John peered upward and could see her squeezing her firm breasts with her free hand. Her face was flushed and tight with ecstasy. She shared so many cues with her mother, and he knew she was getting close.
“Yes!” she screamed. “Don’t stop, Daddy!”
That last word hit him like a sledgehammer. Never once in the whole time he’d known her had Jilly ever called him by anything other than his name. Wrong as it was, his cock throbbed in response, and he growled into her pussy.
“Oh! Oh god! You’re gonna make me come, Daddy! Make me come, Daddy!”
John held on tight as he pulled away, until her folds escaped his lips with a popping slurp. His words emerged in a hungry, guttural voice, “Come for me, sweetheart.”
Jilly shrieked as he latched on again.
John ravaged his stepdaughter’s clit. Her writhing grew erratic — spastic. She was almost there.
“Oh! Daddy! I… I… D-da… D-daddy!” The last syllable turned into a shriek, and she exploded into orgasm.
Once again, her thighs trapped him. She thrashed on the bed, wrenching his head in every which direction. Though her bucking hips pulled her clit from between his lips, he continued to attack it with his tongue, drawing out another scream.
The dirty pleasure of making his stepdaughter come in his wife’s bed was absolutely exquisite. He knew he should be ashamed of himself, but the revenge upon his cheating wife was too sweet. He continued to savage her clit, determined to make Jilly come harder than she’d ever fantasized about. He was absolutely lost in the taste, scent, and sound of her in the grip of orgasm.
Her thighs grew slippery with sweat. Her pussy cream covered his face. All the while, she was screaming to the ceiling above in beautiful agony.
Cool air kissed his ears as her thighs fell away. He caught them in his hands and held on, resisting the weak and trembling hand that pushed on the top of his head. Jilly sucked in a ragged gasp, and the breath emerged in a weepy cry.
He sucked her clit between his lips, and she went as stiff as a board. For long, wonderful seconds, she trembled as though beset by an inner earthquake. Then suddenly, the hand pushing on his head gained desperate strength.
John relented and rose up to his knees to marvel at her. She glistened with sweat from head to toe. Her skin was flushed, and her wide-open eyes were rolled up in her head. She twitched and jerked uncontrollably. Her little pink pussy winked at him from the ongoing contractions of her intimate muscles.
Jilly panted for breath for a few seconds, and then looked up at him. At first, her gaze was distant, as though she was looking right through him. Then her eyes focused, she smiled, and let out a weak chuckle.
That’s when he realized he was grinning like a fool at the sight of her in post-orgasmic bliss — with the entire lower half of his face smeared in pussy juice.
A long, warbling sigh escaped her as Jilly let her head loll back on the pillow. “Oh my god,” she moaned. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” John responded in a husky whisper.
Jilly reached up, caressed her right breast, and moaned again. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”
He didn’t have any words.
She shivered, and then said, “Mom is such a dumb cunt.”
Before he could process those words coming out of her mouth, Jilly looked up and beckoned him with a waggling finger. John moved in next to her and let her guide him into a kiss.
Jilly moaned into the kiss and caressed his neck. Their tongues slipped over each other for a few seconds, and then she let out a quick, high-pitched moan.
John shuddered as she licked his face.
“Mmm. My pussy tastes good, Daddy,” Jill said before lapping at his face again.
“God,” he groaned.
“Do you like me tasting my pussy, Daddy?”
“Yes,” he answered while quivering from the touch of her tongue.
A moment later, her fingertips curled around his erection. “You like it when I call you Daddy, don’t you?”
His cock throbbed so powerfully that it escaped her grasp.
Jilly tilted his head so she could look into his eyes. The mischief shining in hers said that he didn’t have to answer that question audibly.
“Lick my pussy some more, Daddy?”
He answered that question with deeds rather than words as well. Jilly eagerly parted her legs as he scooted back toward the foot of the bed. John settled in between them, but before seeking her lips with his, he reached out and stroked his fingers over her folds. They twitched from his touch, and Jilly giggled.
John traced the parting of her nether lips, and then lifted her hood to reveal the swollen button beneath — eliciting a gasp. His mouth watered, and he shifted his knees back in preparation to dive into her eighteen-year-old pussy.
Jilly sat up just enough to grasp his wrist and guided his fingers between her legs. He curled the digits until only the middle and pointer fingers were extended.
Jilly groaned as his fingers slipped into her warm, slippery embrace. John growled at the same time, as penetrating her revealed a notable difference between mother and daughter. Tracy’s pussy was hardly loose, but Jilly’s canal was virgin tight around his fingers. He reveled in the feeling as he pushed them in to the hilt and curled them upward. Her excited little cry let him know that he’d found her spot.
John put those fingers to work, drawing little circles over her g-spot as he shifted and scooted to where he could reach her with his tongue. As he filled his lungs with the scent of her arousal, he kissed her over her hood, and she rewarded him with a moan.
His tongue slipped out a moment later, and she quivered from its slippery caress. He looked up to find her propped up on her elbows, squeezing her breasts, and watching him with wide-eyed wonder. He alternately tickled her with the tip of his tongue and lapped — enjoying the show of watching her watch him. She pinched her nipples and sucked in a hard breath through her nose the first time his tongue lifted her hood.
“I love the way you eat my pussy, Daddy,” she cooed.
“And I love making it come,” he responded before giving her a slow, hard lap that exposed her naked clit to his tongue for almost its entire length. She cried out from the sensation and fell back onto the pillow.
John stopped teasing, latched onto her clit, and growled when she squealed in response. He pressed his rubbing fingers harder against her g-spot, and worked her swollen little button with his lips and tongue. The incredible young woman beneath him writhed and whimpered from his efforts.
He shifted his position, allowing him to bring his other hand to bear. He swirled his thumb through the abundant juices leaking out around his fingers, but just before he slipped his thumb down, he realized this wasn’t his wife. He had no idea how Jilly would react.
There was only one way to find out.
Jilly drew in a high-pitched gasp as his slippery thumb pressed against her puckered back door. “Naughty Daddy,” she said in a breathless voice.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t stop,” she quickly replied.
It was hardly an easy task, but he had plenty of practice keeping his lips, tongue, fingers, and thumb all working at the same time. In his peripheral vision, he saw one of Jilly’s hands slap down hard, and bunch up the sheets in a clawed grip. She squirmed more by the moment, but he wasn’t done. She was so wet that her juices were already trickling into her ass, so he had no need to wet his thumb again.
Jilly yelped and her back arched as his thumb popped into her back door.
“Oh my god, Daddy,” she cried as he doubled down on her clit as well.
John devoured her and again enjoyed the blissful serenade of her cries as he pushed her toward a climax. He heard her say something, but he was so engrossed in eating her sweet pussy that he only clearly heard the word Daddy.
A moment later, Jilly lurched as she sat up, pushed on his head, and repeated, “I need you inside me, Daddy.”
His throbbing cock reacted with the same desperate need, so he sucked her clit one last time, let it pop from his lips, and started to rise.
He had just sat up over his knees when it dawned on him. “I don’t have any condoms,” he muttered — embarrassed and dismayed. Tracy’s tubes were tied, so they didn’t need them. He certainly didn’t trust his long unused pull-out game.
“I’m on birth control,” Jilly reassured him while trying to corral him with her feet to pull him toward her. “Fuck me, Daddy.”
With that final moral obstacle eradicated, he moved in, pushed down on his erection, and wriggled it between her nether lips.
John growled, and Jilly let out an almost unnaturally deep groan as he slipped into her velvety embrace. He knew from the moment the head popped into her canal that it had been decades since he’d felt a pussy so tight. To his shock and amazement, her walls clamped down even more ferociously when a little over half his erection was buried inside her.
“So big,” she squeaked as he withdrew.
John watched her pussy distend as he pulled back. He could scarcely believe the grip of her barely-legal pussy. The moment her nether lips kissed the ridge of his cock helmet, he reversed course and watched his cock stretch her out.
Jilly erupted into another animalistic groan as his cock invaded her.
John slowly pumped his hips, taking it all in. She gasped and whimpered with every stroke. Her eyes widened every time his balls pressed against her. She felt like pure, hot, wet heaven around his cock.
Her eyes locked with his as he buried his erection balls deep inside her. The flush had returned to her face, and beads of sweat were forming at her hairline. “So deep,” she squeaked. “Faster, Daddy.”
She let out a yelp when he did exactly that.
The quivering of her perky breasts and the clap of their colliding flesh joined the onslaught of sensation. Jilly cried out and her head lashed on the pillow. He increased his pace even more when he could see the signs that she was getting close.
“Oh! Oh yes, Daddy! You’re going to make me come! Fuck me, Daddy! Make me come!” she cried.
“Come for me,” he growled as he let loose, pounding her pussy and driving her taut little ass into the mattress.
“God yes, Daddy!” she cried, and then wailed as her climax consumed her.
John grunted in surprise from the viselike grip of her pussy around him. He held himself balls-deep inside her, watching her thrash from the throes of ecstasy wracking her body. A lurch nearly caused him to slip free, and he quickly fell forward onto his hands, pushing her legs back.
Jilly bucked, trembled, and flailed beneath him. Her mother had always been exciting in bed, but the young woman put her to shame. She was pinned to the bed by his cock and coming like nothing he’d ever seen before.
On and on it went, until finally, her gasps changed to pants, and her body stilled. Her eyes opened, locked with his, and she spread her sweat-dampened legs. A moment later, she was pulling him down atop her and kissing him hard.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered when their lips parted.
“And you’re amazing.” Jilly’s muscles stiffened and she squeezed him especially hard. A deeply satisfied moan rumbled in her throat, and then she sought his lips again before saying, “You make me come so hard, Daddy.”
“I love making you come.”
“I want you to come too.”
John growled, kissed her neck, and then whispered, “Where do you want me to come? On your titties? In your hot little fucking mouth?”
“Inside me, Daddy.”
“Oh god,” he groaned.
“Please, Daddy. I’ve never let anyone do it before. I want you to be the first to come inside me, Daddy. Please fill me up. Come in my pussy, Daddy.”
He knew he was done. He shuddered and his cock throbbed hard inside her tight little pussy. He levered up to his knees, squeezed her breasts in both hands, and asked, “You want a creampie?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
John pumped his hips and she moaned. “You want that hot fucking load inside you?”
“Yes. I want all your cum in my little pussy, Daddy. Fill me up like you do mommy.”
He growled as he thrust into said tight little pussy. “Mommy hasn’t had it in a long time.”
“More for me. You want to, don’t you, Daddy?”
“God help me — yes.”
“What does Daddy want?”
A clap sounded as he slammed into her. “Daddy wants to fill that pussy full of cum.”
Jilly squealed. “Give it to me. I want your cum deep inside me. I want it all. Fuck me and fill me up, daddy.”
Loud smacks sounded as he pounded her pussy. Her firm breasts quivered. Her fingers strummed her clit at a furious pace. She whimpered and yelped between begging him to fill her up.
“Oh! Yes! Come inside me, Daddy! Come in me! Please come in me! I want your cum, Daddy!”
“Fuck, Jilly,” he growled as he felt the warm tickle spreading through his cock.
“Yes! Fill me up with cum, Daddy!”
Wrong as it was, her dirty talk was pushing him to the edge fast. He drove her ass into the mattress and grunted in pure animal lust.
“Oh! Oh! Please, Daddy! Come! I… I… D-daddy!”
Jilly lurched and squealed. Her pussy squeezed tight, milking his cock, and that was it. John buried his cock inside her with a grunting growl and flooded her climaxing pussy with semen.
Her eyes shot wide open and she screamed, “Yes! Fill me up, Daddy!”
The words had barely left her lips before he let out a roar and erupted inside her a second time. John convulsively thrust into his stepdaughter’s tight little pussy, ejaculating again and again. Jilly thrashed from the throes of her own orgasm, fueling the fire of his volcanic release.
The last of his seed spent, he fell forward onto quivering arms above her. Jilly moaned, and then yelped when an aftershock wracked her body. As soon as it passed, she wrapped her arms around him and easily pulled him down on top of her.
They were both sweating and panting for breath. John grunted between many of his gasps, because his stepdaughter’s pussy was still wrapped around his sensitive cock like a second skin.
“You came inside me, Daddy,” she said while caressing his hair. “It’s so warm. Thank you, Daddy.”
All he could manage in answer was a whimper of his own.
Jilly giggled, kissed his shoulder, and moaned.
It took quite some time for him to find the strength to pull out and roll over. The last thing he remembered was her snuggled up against him as he drifted off into spent slumber. He awakened to her tongue slathering over his morning erection.
Thoughts of his cheating wife were nothing more than added spice as he took the sweetest revenge with her daughter all day long.
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John pulled up to his new apartment building after work, feeling fine. His lawyer had advised him to wait until his wife attained the promotion she was fucking her way toward, and so he did. It gave him time to quietly make preparations so the move wouldn’t be hasty or chaotic.
It was far easier to handle than he ever would have expected when his stepdaughter was milking his cock at every opportunity. Tracy had grown bolder and started spending nights with her new lover — oblivious to what was happening in her own bed. Tracy made more money than he did now, which boded well whenever the divorce he’d filed for shortly thereafter finally reached a settlement.
It was only his second night in the new apartment, but small and sparse as it was, he was content. His phone rang as he walked into the building, and he answered to find out it was one of his friends checking in.
“Yes, I’m all moved in,” John responded to his friend’s question. “I know you would have helped if you could. Matt and Rob made short work of it. I won’t complain if you want to buy the beers to say sorry, though.”
John walked up to his apartment door and unlocked it as his friend asked if there was anything he needed. Upon opening the door, he saw Jilly sitting on the hand-me-down couch, wearing nothing but one of his unbuttoned dress shirts.
“Nope. Got everything I need,” he answered with a smile as she sauntered toward him.
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I hope you enjoyed this naughty little taboo tale, even though it’s only pseudo-incest, rather than going for the gold. It’s the story that was singing to me, and it pushes a little too hard with her ‘Daddy’ kink to categorize anywhere else. I do have a few true family tales in my list, if you’d like to take a look.
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Many thanks to Steve for the editing pass on this one!