About Last Night

I am John.

Seriously.

John.

I am 50 years old. I have blue eyes and sandy brown hair which is shifting naturally toward gray. I am 5'10" with medium build. I am a musician turned ad man married to an amazing woman named Susan who'd been recently widowed when we met five years ago and whose daughter was part of the equation from the beginning, which I absolutely welcomed.

Marissa, my stepdaughter, is a great kid. 18 and pretty in a plain way, she has a slight, runner's build and stands 5'4". She wears her brown hair pulled back and has dark brown, almost black, eyes. She is sweet and smart, highly motivated, thoughtful, responsible, almost a goody-goody but not quite.

I should note that that description of Marissa is of the version of her I knew before the night the seismic shift occurred, a Friday night to be exact. Susan and I had gone to sleep before Marissa, who was out with her boyfriend Max, had made it home. I awakened late, some time between one and two a.m., and walked out into the hallway to be sure she was in and safe. I heard the TV and made my way down the stairs to say hello but stopped short when she first came into view.

There were so many things wrong with what I saw then that the overall scene barely computed. I'll go small to big in terms of the mind-blowers.

1.) Her hair was down. She never wore her hair down. It was wild, thick, curly and longer than I thought it was.

2.) Max was there. Max never stayed past midnight and until that moment I'd actually considered him more of a study partner than a boyfriend.

3.) Her white blouse was unbuttoned and her braless breasts jutted free. They were small and firm with large, wafer-like areolas and long, dark, pointed nipples which were fully erect.

4.) She seemed more animal than human...kneeling, panting, communicating with sound, not words.

5.) Max was partially naked, the naked portion being the area from his waist down to his knees, his engorged penis exposed.

6.) Marissa was alternating between sucking and stroking said penis, her zest for both tasks breathtaking, and she displayed absolutely no self-consciousness. She was lost to the moment.

Which leads me to the final stunning detail...I became lost too. It was breathtaking to behold and, rather than horror or anger or some combination thereof, my overriding sentiment was awe followed quickly by arousal. It was hot. She was hot. More than hot, actually - amazing. She emanated a raw, naked, hungry sexuality the likes of which I had never seen. My cock sprang to life turning my boxers into a pup tent.

She uttered her first discernible words ("I want to taste your cum") as Max's hand replaced hers around his shaft and stroked it even faster and harder than she had. I forced myself back up the stairs...though not before his first thick blast shot into her opened mouth.

Perhaps I should have mentioned this earlier but Marissa's mother is an incredible lover. As buttoned up and demure as I had previously believed Marissa to be, Susan was the opposite - open and sensual and very comfortable in her own skin. A natural submissive, it was understood that I could use her however and whenever I needed. She got off on it.

So when I returned to our bedroom, walked immediately to her side of the bed, then slid the head of my cock along her slightly parted lips I was not surprised when she instinctively opened her mouth wider and started sucking. I fucked her face for less than a minute before exploding down her throat.

"What had you so riled up?" she murmered in a sleepy, cum-coated voice.

"A dream," I lied, still picturing Marissa as I had just seen her and adjusting to the new normal.

The next morning, Marissa was back in Marissa-mode, already studying when I trudged into the kitchen for coffee.

"At it already, kiddo?" I asked, struggling to find what I hoped was a casual tone.

"Finals."

"Is that why Max stayed so late?"

If my question alarmed her, she showed no signs. In fact, I could have sworn there was hidden meaning in the way she held my gaze as my words hovered in the air.

"Yep," she said finally. "Late night study session."

I flashed on the sight of her sucking that cock, eagerly awaiting his cumshot, and had to force myself to turn away.

"Coffee?" I asked, my back to her.

"No," she replied. "I'm good."

And so our dance officially began. Rather than grow dimmer, the memories grew more vivid with each passing moment. I fucked Susan every day, sometimes twice, but the edge persisted.

Thursday evening, obsession turned to action when I impulsively decided to write Marissa a note and then placed it under her pillow.

"This Friday I want to see more," it read. "Love, Daddy."

The moment I left her room I hurried to the bathroom to masturbate and when our paths crossed the following morning I forced a poker face. Once she left for school I hurried to her room and checked under her pillow where I found her written reply. "Yes, sir."

I struggled through the day, my attention anywhere but in the present moment. After a movie on the sofa with Susan that evening and some amply poured glasses of wine designed to make her sleepy, we turned in and Susan drifted off quickly.

Time moved like molasses but finally the clock struck one. I stood and tiptoed from the room, heard the TV, felt my heart pounding, walked to the stairs, descended in silence.

The scene was different this time. Both Marissa and Max stood and were completely naked. Marissa's back was to Max (and to me) and she looked like a perp being frisked - her bare feet planted shoulder-width apart and her palms pressed against the wall. Her ass had a better shape than I would have expected, jutting out naturally. Max smacked it periodically as he fucked her from behind in tight, hard, focused thrusts.

I felt her orgasm from clear across the room as she shuddered and shook, pushing herself forcefully back against Max who held her buckling hips as the pleasure rolled through her.

She suddenly turned and got on her knees, her eyes, her whole being, focused on Max's hard, slippery cock, which he instinctively began to stroke.

"Give me that fucking cum," she seethed.

I loved her abandon, her innate nastiness, her clear, genuine love for the gift Max quickly gave her in the form of rope after rope of cream, which littered her face, neck and tits like modern art. At that moment, with her skin defiled and her hunger momentarily sated she looked at my face and then at the enormous bulge in my sweat pants then back at my face.

I hurried upstairs and into her bedroom where I walked straight to her dresser and pulled out a pair of her white cotton panties. I wrapped them tightly around my cock and stroked myself off in no time filling her private garment with my big, sticky load...then placing the panties on her pillow.

Shortly before dawn, I awakened to the sound of whispered voices. Marissa was in our bed, on my wife's side, and she and Susan were talking. I kept my eyes closed but listened closely. I was confused by the tone, conspiratorial, and occasional soft giggles.

"Did Max know he was watching?" Susan asked.

"No. No idea. He was pretty preoccupied."

"I bet dirty girl. Mommy taught you well."

What the fuck was I hearing? What did anything mean?

"And daddy left his cum in your panties?"

In lieu of a spoken response Marissa, I gathered, guided her mother's hand down the front of her panties.

"Ooh, so much," Susan cooed. "So nasty."

More movement then a playfully surprised question from Marissa.

"What are you doing?"

"Frigging my clit, baby. Mommy needs to cum so fucking bad."

The bed rocked, slightly and, without seeing, I somehow knew what was happening. I could feel it. Marissa was pushing the sheets down, exposing her mother's big, full tits, and sucking on them.

"Oh yeah, baby girl," Susan said, "suck on mommy's big tits."

Again, horror, revulsion, sorrow, anger, all would have been appropriate responses, but all I could offer was a giant hard on. Without even knowing I was doing it, I sprang out of bed and raced around to the other side. As Susan continued playing with herself, I yanked Marissa up and onto her feet then bent her forward so that she hovered over her mother. I plunged my cock into her impossibly tight, impossibly wet, impossibly perfect little cunt.

"Fuck me, daddy...fuck," she groaned as I pounded, rattling her tight young body to its slutty core.

Susan lay spread and splayed as she watched her husband fuck her daughter, the three middle fingers of her right hand frigging frantically.

Marissa panted to her as I found my rhythm.

"His cock is as good as you said, mama. He fills my pussy so fucking good!"

Susan arched her back and screamed as she came in a long, rolling wave. Marissa followed. Her moan became a cry as her entire body went red and her twat tightened, a pleasure vice, around my shaft.

Moments later, with my orgasm close, I pulled out and moved quickly to aim my cock at Susan's tits which I doused with more seed than I had ever produced in a single load. Splat, splat, splat - as each blast landed Marissa hungrily sucked it up off of her mother's soft skin.

We collapsed onto the bed.

After several moments of peaceful, satisfied silence, I said, "I guess the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree after all."

We all started laughing and Marissa reached for my cock.