Her Stepfather's Crush

It all started when I ran out of clean panties.

I was home from college for the summer, and my mom told me I was responsible for doing my own laundry. Needless to say, between my summer internship and trying to catch up with friends from high school, I neglected my laundry.

So when I started walking around a lot in my pajamas, my mom rolled her eyes and told me just to do a load of laundry. Finally, I did throw a load in. While I was waiting for it, I decided to watch a movie with my mom and stepdad, Mitch.

Mitch has been around for a while.

When I first met him, I admit I had a little crush. He's gorgeous, after all, with his messy brown hair and bright green eyes. I even took up running so I could spend more time with him.

The problem was that he ran at 5 AM all the time, so running with Mitch only lasted a few weeks. But I continued running on my own when I discovered I liked it.

"What movie do you want?" Mom asked.

"Something with a happy ending," I said.

"Does that mean a chick flick or a rom com?" Mitch wrinkled his nose.

"It can be an action movie, or whatever else. I just do not want a tearjerker," I said.

"Ah, so none of your foreign films, Sheila," he teased my mom.

She picked a movie and started playing it, then pulled out her laptop to do some work as she always does.

Mitch and I looked at each other and jointly rolled our eyes. If mom didn't get to pick the movie, she would inevitably work through it.

I was curled up in the corner of the sectional sofa, and Mitch was near my feet. My mom was in the recliner nearby.

As the movie played on, I bent one of my legs and planted my foot on the sofa. I didn't think much of it. I was just trying to get comfortable.

When I heard Mitch suck in a breath, I turned and looked at him, wondering what the matter was.

I realized that his gaze was locked between my legs.

When I noticed that with my legs spread and the loose pajama shorts, he could probably see everything I had to offer, I almost closed my legs, but then I saw the bulge in his joggers.

His gaze shot up to meet mine when my hand slid down to my thigh. Then I gave him a wicked smile and ran a fingertip up and down the seam of my pussy.

He swallowed as he watched me touch myself. My mother shifted, and his gaze darted to her to be sure her attention was not on us.

He cleared his throat, then pulled the throw off the back of the sofa and covered my legs with it.

I was about to drown in disappointment when I felt his fingers on my ankle. I thought he would close my legs just to be safe, but he lifted my foot to the back of the sofa and scooted closer.

My breath caught as he slid his hand up the inside of my leg.

He looked at me. I mouthed 'please', so he slid his hand up even further. My pulse beat between my legs as he made his way to the apex of my thighs.

When his fingertips grazed over the bare lips of my pussy, I did close my thighs as much as I could. I wanted to trap him between my legs.

Mitch smirked at me and pressed the tip of his finger further until it breached my opening. He groaned, then covered it with a cough when he found me wet and ready. Then he lifted one of my feet onto his lap and pressed it against his erection.

My only thought was that he was much bigger than anyone I had ever been with, and I needed to get that cock inside me.

I pressed my toes against him, rubbing up and down. He rewarded me by pressing two fingers inside me and pumping them in and out.

I squeezed him with my inner muscles, and he lifted his hips from the sofa, pressing hard against my foot. I couldn't believe this was happening.

I could hear the click-clack of Mom typing. The movie was just background noise to drown out our panting at this point because my eyes were locked with my stepfather's.

He reached his thumb up and brushed against my clit. I whimpered, but cleared my throat to try to cover it up. He scooted a little closer. His thumb made circles around my clit, giving me the pressure I needed.

My hips shifted restlessly from side to side. I was so wet, I could hear the squelch of his finger fucking me.

How could my Mom not hear it? Not that I wanted her to hear it. I didn't want anything to make him stop.

The adrenaline of being under her nose mixed with the friction, both inside me and on my clit, had tension coiling tight inside me.

"Please," I whispered. "Please."

"Shh," he whispered back.

Then he turned the fingers inside and rubbed the front wall of my channel. At the same time, he pressed down hard on my clit. My body exploded. My back arched, my thighs clamped down on his hand. I pulled a pillow to my mouth to muffle my scream, but it was too late.

"Daddy," burst out of me.

His eyes flared, and I felt his cock flex again and again as he shot his load in his pants.

"Is this too scary?" Mom asked.

"No," Mitch and I both said at the same time.

"Then why are you covering your face?" Mom asked.

I was panting. My body jittered and convulsed as aftershocks jolted me.

Even as he spoke to my mom, Mitch was still gently caressing my clit. That was when I knew this wouldn't be the last time.