My mother married a man when I was thirteen. I didn't like him or having him in the house. He smelled bad to me. Our house had a television parlor and that is where I spent most of my time after school. One afternoon this man was there with me and he was reading his newspaper while I was watching television. I had on a dress and I had my feet on the cushion of the couch and he could see my panties under my dress, he kept looking over the newspaper at me staring straight up my dress at my bottom and my panties. I was grossed out but as hard as I tried I could not close my legs or put my feet down, I sat there and let him look straight up my legs to my panties. I could feel the wetness, I was dripping and the cold air against my wet panties made me squeeze my legs together for a couple of seconds and then open then again. I wanted to rub myself so bad. He was staring at me and I was staring into his eyes, his lips would open and close and he would lick the outside of his lips. I was dripping wet I might as well have peed in my pants I was so wet and all he did was stare at my wet panties.

When he moved his newspaper out of the way I saw that he had a hard boner, his pants were lifted up and he put his hand on his boner and shifted it aside, why I just let my knees fall open I don't know. That night after dinner he asked me to come over and give him a kiss before I went upstairs. My mother just followed me with her eyes and I didn't stop looking at her as I walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek and ran upstairs. That night I heard them having sex, it happened but I was usually asleep or just didn't listen but that night I listened and I lay in bed getting wetter and wetter except that now I could just rub myself raw.

I kissed him every night after that and sat with him for breakfast and went with him on errands and became a dutiful daughter fixing him brownies and helping my Mom with dinner and setting the table. When he hugged me I just got lost in his arms. At night I would lay awake listening for them to have sex. The urge for inserting something got bigger and bigger and bigger, my finger just did not do it for me, I rubbed my clit raw but it wasn't enough. I found this golf club in the garage that my father had left in the house I and fucked myself with it while they had sex.

As far as flashing him, I flashed him all the time, especially at night when I had on my nightgown, I would sit on the couch while he sat in his chair and hold my legs open and dripped and dripped getting wetter the more he stared at me. Sometimes the feelings got so intense that I slammed my legs together feeling what were the early throws of orgasms and when the felling past I just let my legs fall open and I let him stare at my open legged wet panties while he adjusted his hard boner in his pants. If the night was right, I got up and went and sat in his lap.

After such a bad start with him I became his favorite daughter, I loved fixing things for him, cooking and baking, I learned how to iron and my mother let me iron his shirts for work. I went with my mother to the store to make sure she bought the things he liked. My relationship with my stepdad was never like the relationship with my father, but it was and is a special relationship. My stepdad awakened the woman in me and it has never gone back to sleep.

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by Anonymous on Feb 14, 2019 at 11:50 PM

When I was 5 my parent divorced. She dated a few guys and then met bill. They married when I was seven. My mom was 40 and bill was 19 when they got married. Bill called my Mom his own personal cougar. I didn't understand what he meant until years later.

Bill was really good looking. I can understand why Mom married him. He was also the sweetest man I ever met. When he proposed to my mom he gave her the nicest ring he could afford on his McDonald's paycheck. But before that he got down on one knee and begged for my permission to ask my Mom to marry him. I didn't want my mom to marry him. I wanted to marry him myself. But I said yes because If figured it was better to have him for a Daddy then to not have him at all. After he proposed to my mom and gave her that engagement ring he got down on one knee again and offered me my own ring. It had my birthstone, aquamarine, and it had two little diamonds as well. He asked if I wanted to be his daughter. I said yes and he slipped the ring on my ring finger. He explained that the two diamonds represented him and my Mom and the aquamarine represented me. I proudly wore that ring until it got too tight then he had it resized a year later and every year after that until it wouldn't stretch any more than he had a jeweler slit the ring and put some gold solder in the slit and enlarged it that way.

On the wedding day after he exchanged vows and rings with my mom he invited me up to the alter and put a second ring on my finger which looked like a wedding ring. It was plain but was engraved on the outside with my name in fancy scroll writing. He then vowed to adopt me the first day he legally could and then to take care of me forever.

That night despite only being 8 years old I masturbated for hours wondering what it was like to lose my virginity to him and wondering what he and my mom were doing on their honeymoon in Hawaii.

When they got back he had a surprise for me. He took me alone with him to Disney World for two weeks. We did everything you can do at Disney World except golf. During the day he took me to a different theme park or Sea World or some place else near Orlando but mostly we went to places in Disney World and every time he dressed me up like a Disney princess. He called me his little Rapunzel since I have really long blond hair and have never had it cut. At 8 it was nearly down to my ankles.

At night we shared a king size bed in a bungalow at the Polynesian village. We snuggled together with his big strong arms around me. The only thing I didn't like was I couldn't rub myself without him finding out.

I loved calling him Daddy the whole time but I really wanted to call him honey. But at least he called me honey, or at least he did when he wasn't calling me sweetheart. I pretended it was me he had married. When he playfully said we were on our honeymoon I got wet and felt tingling in my pussy and nipples. I desperately wanted him to fuck me and didn't care if it hurt like hell.

I woke up the third morning feeling his erection pressing against the crack of my ass. I pushed back with my butt hoping it would slide between my legs a little. I was glad I'd worn a short nightie to bed. I could feel just a little between my upper thighs as the head of his cock bent downward missing my ass crack by an inch. I didn't dare push back any more but I rubbed myself until "Daddy" woke up.

On every ride he had me sit in front of him and he wrapped his big strong arms around me and I ground my ass as far back into his crotch as I dared hoping his cock would get hard and push into my ass crack just a little and on one ride I felt the head of his cock get right up under my ass crack and almost touch my pussy lips. I slipped my hand up my skirt and frigged myself for the two minutes that ride lasted. I was so glad I went without panties that day.

I tried to "accidentally" flash my "Daddy" a few times but was never in the right position to see my bare pussy. I did, however, get to flash a number of cute boys there though none were as gorgeous as my new Daddy.

After our Honeymoon we settled into a routine. Daddy and mom and I spent a lot of time together and a few weeks after we were all married into a family Daddy officially adopted me. The judge invited me to sit next to him on his bench which I don't know whey they call it a bench since its a really big comfortable leather chair. He even let me slam his wood hammer down on his desk to signify the adoption was official. I hugged and kissed the judge and thanked him and then went to give my Daddy his first official kiss and hug as his new official Daughter. The woman who was typing everything down took a bunch of pictures of us.

Then Mom got sick

She got some kind of rare cancer that I never heard of and can't pronounce. The doctor said that if they had caught it early he might have been able to treat it but it was so far advanced when she got symptoms that he had no way to treat her. He sent her home to put her affairs in order and prepare for death. Daddy was very upset. I found him in the bathroom balling his eyes out. I did my own crying but I didn't think Daddy's cried. He cried way more than I did. I hugged him and told him I'd take care of him when Mommy was gone. I meant it though at that moment I wasn't thinking about sex but some way to reduce his emotional pain. At that point I was far beyond just being in love with him. There was nothing I would refuse him and yes that especially meant replacing my mom in bed.

Mom lived with us for a couple of weeks then she went down hill fast. She moved into a hospice or people with cancer and died two weeks after that. She basically had a month after we found out.

Daddy was so sad at the funeral. Everyone was sad and yes especially me after all she was my mom. But at that point my mission was to try to make my new Daddy forget and hopefully begin to love me the way he loved my mom.

It took about six more months but one day I finally convinced my Daddy it was O.K. to touch me like we were married. That day I found out that sperm tasted even better than I imagined. But I had to wait another two years to lose my virginity. That I did at Disney World as I sat on his lap without panties while watching fire works.

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by Anonymous on Jan 5, 2021 at 7:09 PM

No mom would let a step father take a step daughter alone anywhere over night! Total fantasy by a old, fat, dude in his basement wanking.

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