Mason Fucks His Step-daughter!

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I usually publish in the Transgender & Crossdressers section but this story popped into my head and I had to get it down on (electronic) paper.

My name is Mason Ascher. I'm 47 years old and sleeping with my 19-year-old stepdaughter. Two years ago, you never could have convinced me something like this would happen.

I own my own business. I started it up right out of high school instead of going to college. There were some tough times at first, but I stuck with it and became very successful. I was now well off, not a millionaire by any means, but financially comfortable and headed in that direction.

I can still remember the moment like it was yesterday. I was only 29 at the time. Jane walked into my company looking for a job. She was only 18, she was carrying little 1 year old Janey on her hip. "I'm not looking for any handouts mister, I'll work hard for you. You'll get your money's worth, I promise!"

She explained she'd given birth to Janey when she was only 17. The biological father didn't want to have anything to do with being a parent and ran away, leaving her and the baby alone. Her parents were embarrassed and kicked her out of their house as soon as she turned 18. She'd been out on the streets for a couple of weeks now and was out of money and resources.

Something about her story resonated with me and I hired her on the spot. I started her at the lowest position in the company, but she was aggressive and smart. She worked her way up quickly, and within a year's time had already become an assistant manager. So far, hiring her had been a great decision.

Jane was very attractive, most of the guys in the company had asked her out but she always declined. She was 5' 4" tall, weighed 110 lbs. and was very toned. I found out later her measurements were 34C -- 24 -- 36. She had a rocking body! Her dark auburn hair was complemented by her emerald-green eyes, luscious pouty lips, and pert nose with just a light sprinkling of freckles.

We were having lunch in the break room one day. She was complaining, good naturedly, about all the guys in the company asking her out on dates. "Jane!" I said. "Why are you so surprised? You're a beautiful young woman; you're very successful here so far. Of course, these guys are going to ask you out. You're not telling me any of the guys are being over the top or too aggressive, are you? If so, I'll take you to Human Resources right away. You shouldn't have to put up with that from anyone!"

"No, no, it's not that. They've all been very nice and very respectful. It's just that there's only one guy in this company I'd be interested in dating, and he hasn't asked me out."

"Who is it? I can drop a hint to him for you, if you'd like me to."

She just stared at me until I became uncomfortable. She sighed and said, "It's you, you big dope! You've never seen me staring at you with big doe eyes? All the girls in the company have and tease me about it."

"Jane, no, I uh, no, I've never noticed. Jane I've always tried to be respectful to the women in this company. I would never want anyone to feel pressured like they had to go out on a date with the owner."

She smiled at me. "You're such a goof! But a kindhearted goof and a gentleman! So, what if I asked you out on a date? Would you go out with me?"

I thought about my so-called love life since I started the company. It was next to nonexistent. I had been so focused on building my business that I had let the personal side of my life go to hell. And here was this beautiful woman in front of me, practically telling me she had the hots for me and was asking me out on a date.

I decided quickly before she changed her mind. "Yes Jane, yes, I'll go out with you. It would be an honor and a privilege to go on a date with you."

She smiled from ear-to-ear. "Such a gentleman, so old-fashioned. Two of the many things that have attracted me to you!"

We made plans to go out for dinner and dancing that Saturday night. I picked her up at her apartment, Janey's babysitter was already there. Jane was a knockout. She was wearing a black silk ruched, backless halter dress that was tied behind her neck. It came to just below mid-thigh. She had on black nylons and black silk open-toe stilettos with 4" heels. She looked amazing.

"Wow, just wow! I feel underdressed." I was wearing a button shirt with blazer and dress slacks.

"You look fine, as a matter of fact, all the women in the restaurant are going to be jealous I'm with a hunk like you!"

I had made reservations at a small, upscale Italian restaurant. We had a small booth against the wall, so it was semi-private. Our dinner conversation was free and easy; we were able to talk about everything. I shared my struggles in building the business. Jane shared her personal struggles raising Janey as a teenage mother. The most difficult time had been when her parents kicked her out and told her they didn't want to see her again. She said she hadn't expected her parents to allow her to raise Janey in their house, she was just broken-hearted they didn't want to see her or their granddaughter again.

After the meal, we ordered our digestif and when the waiter brought Grappa for both of us, he also brought the check. Janey quickly reached out and grabbed the check. "What are you doing? I'm going to pay!"

"No, you are not!" She said it firmly and in such a way I knew she would take no argument from me. "I asked you out on this date and I am going to pay for dinner!"

I put my hands on top of hers. "On one condition."

"What's that?"

"Only if you let me pay the cover charge at the dance club and the drinks while we're inside."

She smiled at me, winked, and said, "I think I can go along with that. Now, I would like you to bring your Grappa over here and sit next to me until we get ready to go."

I did as she requested. We continued to get to know one another, Jane was so easy to talk to and so much fun to be with.

We were more than halfway through our after-dinner drinks when Jane said, "Look down." I did. She had pulled the hem of her dress up. Her nylons were garter stockings, she was showing me her luscious thighs and the welt of her stockings where they attached to the garter tabs. I gasped, audibly. "You like?" she said as she pulled my face to hers kissing me intensely, passionately.

"Jane, oh Jane, I don't just like, I love! You are so fucking hot, so fucking sexy, I am so turned on right now!" I kissed her back just as intensely.

"I was wondering what it was going to take to get you to 'make a move' on me." she giggled.

We finished our drinks so we could go dancing. As I was driving, Jane leaned over and nibbled my ear, rubbing my thighs and crotch with her fingertips. At one point, she grabbed my hand and put it on her stocking-covered thigh. "Girl, I'm going to get so excited I'm going to crash. Damn, you are so hot!" She giggled but let me drive with less distractions.

We got to the club and managed to find a table for two next to the dance floor. After ordering drinks, I led Jane onto the floor. She was a much smoother, more fluid dancer than I was. Someone else might have been able to bring out the 'Ginger Rogers' in her but she seemed more than content to be with me on the dance floor. At least I never stepped on her toes!

A slow number came on and we held each other closely. She looked at me and said, "I have a confession to make. You already know I'm wearing a garter belt and stockings. What you don't know is I'm not wearing any panties. I'm wet down there being in your arms; I want you inside me so badly! Please take me out to the car and let me ride your cock in the backseat!"

We didn't even finish that dance. I whisked her outside and into the backseat of my car. She practically tore my belt off and unzipped me, pushing my pants and underwear down around my ankles. She straddled me, facing me as she hiked her skirt up over her hips. I reached behind her neck and untied her halter top; her luscious breasts were now fully exposed. I took one of her nipples into my mouth and suckled her; she gasped, and I began to suck harder.

I was rubbing her ass cheeks and reached around front from behind her ass. Her pussy was just as wet and moist as she had said. My cock was rock hard; I couldn't believe I had let years go by since I was with a woman like this. I lifted her up and let her slide down my cock, engulfing it until her pussy had bottomed out on my shaft. She started to hump me, but I held her still.

"Wha-what's the matter? You don't want me?"

"Oh, Jane. I want to fuck this hot pussy like a dog in heat. But even more, I want you to know how much I love just being with you like this, me inside you, the two of us just enjoying each other's company."

She started to cry. "No one has ever been this kind, this gentle with me. I love the feeling of you filling me up, not just physically, not just sexually, but with kindness and love. At the risk of scaring you away, I've been in love with you since the day you first hired me."

I smiled at her while I caressed her hair and nuzzled her neck. "I guess I've been in love with you for a while too and I never realized it until now. You're such an amazing person, such a strong woman and caring mother. How could a man not love you?"

We continued to sit like that for a while, holding one another, me inside her. We talked and laughed about plans and dreams. "Wh-what about Janey?" she asked trembling.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"It won't bother you that Janey isn't your daughter?"

"Oh baby, if you become my wife, Janey will be my daughter and I promise to love her and treat her that way. I'll be more of a father to her than that asshole who abandoned the two of you ever was!"

Jane was glowing, the look on her face was radiant. She wouldn't sit still any longer. She began to squeeze my cock with her ass muscles while slowly rotating her hips around my shaft, first in one direction, then the other. I was gasping at the intensity of the physical sensations flooding my body.

She slowly, very slowly, lifted herself up the length of my shaft until just my prick was inside her. Then she just as slowly slid back down again, engulfing all of me. I tried to thrust up into her, this time it was her turn to tell me no. "Sit still baby, concentrate on how it feels as I ride you. Don't think of anything but how good your cock feels inside me."

It was really difficult to hold myself back, especially after all this time, but I tried to sit still for her as she had requested. She continued to fuck me with that slow, maddening pace. She rode me like a metronome, tick, tock, tick, tock, slowly up and down my cock. The feelings were insane, and I exploded inside her all at once. "That's it baby, Jane wants all your cum. Don't stop, give me all your love juice, I want it all!" she whispered in my ear as she continued to fuck me slowly, oh so slowly.

I spasmed underneath her as if I'd had an electric shock. She milked me dry and continued to ride me, "Stay hard for me, Mase, stay hard. It's my turn, I need your hard cock!"

She needn't have worried, it had been so long for me there was no chance of my cock getting soft, especially with the way she continued to ride and tease me. I began to thrust up into her. I found her breasts and again started kissing, licking, and sucking them. I found her clitoris with the index finger and thumb of one hand and began gently, oh so gently, rolling it in my fingertips. My other hand cupped one of her butt cheeks while I took the middle finger of that hand and inserted it up her ass.

Now she was the one spasming, her body completely out of control. I was thrusting up into her as fast and as hard as I could, rolling her clit and finger fucking her ass. "Mase, Mase, Mase, oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh, Mase. F-fu-fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Cum-cum-cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!! Uh-uh-uh-uh! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, shit, shitttttttttttttttttttt!!!!!!!!"

I continued to fuck her and minister to her body through her orgasm. Spent, she collapsed against my chest, crying!

"Baby, oh Jane, oh baby? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry, what's wrong baby, oh Jane, I'm so sorry. I love you baby; I never want to hurt you!"

She looked at me through lust-filled eyes. "You really are a big goof, you know that? But again, that's one of the reasons I fell in love with you. I'm crying because you make me feel so good. I'm crying because I've never felt like this with a man before."

We sat in the car with me still inside her, talking and making plans to be together. When I finally deflated and fell out of her, she grabbed a package of baby wipes from her purse to clean herself up. She bent down to clean me up with her tongue. I stopped her and said, "If you do that, we'll be right back in this same condition an hour from now."

She grinned at me lasciviously. "And that's a bad thing because?"

I couldn't help but laugh. This gorgeous woman who was smart and strong and confident had a great sense of humor as well. We didn't go back into the club. I took her home; she invited me inside. She paid the babysitter and asked me to stay the night after the babysitter left.

I didn't want to leave her, being in Jane's presence was intoxicating. We fell asleep in each other's arms. Sometime during the night, I could feel little two-year-old Janey crawling up between us. "Daddy home? Mama keep say you be back." I held onto Janey with my other arm. "Yes, Janey. Daddy's home and he's never going away again. I'm here for you and Mama."

I woke up in the morning holding just Janey who was snuggled up against me. Jane came into the room with a steaming cup of coffee for me. She was beaming while she looked at us. "Mase, I love you so much. Janey hasn't slept through the night in months. She hasn't woken up since you've been holding her."

And that's how our life together started. We got married shortly afterwards. A lot of people said our engagement was too short, but we didn't care. We made each other happy and that's all that mattered. The next 15 years flew by too fast. Our sex life was insanely satisfying, incredibly fulfilling. Jane loved to dress up sexy for me and I never, ever complained!

Our personal life was even more fulfilling. You hear the phrase, 'marriage made in heaven.' That was Jane and me. Then the lightning bolt struck. Jane started to lose weight at an alarming rate; she was pale and weak all the time. She was admitted to the hospital where a battery of tests was run. She was diagnosed with Stage-4, advanced liver cancer. We were told she had less than a month to live, the cancer was that widespread.

Jane was admitted into a hospice. I took a leave of absence from work so I could spend every day with her. She scolded me for doing so, but that was Jane. She didn't want anyone fussing over her. Janey's 18th birthday was in three weeks. Jane told me she wanted to be here for that important milestone in her daughter's life. Mom and daughter spent a lot of time in private conversation during those three weeks as did Jane and me. There were also lots of family conversations as well.

We had as big a celebration as we could on Janey's 18th birthday. Jane had held on long enough. We had cake and ice cream but no candles! With all the oxygen being used in that hospice, the top of Janey's cake would have looked like a forest fire. Jane died the next day.

I still don't know who was more devastated, Janey or me. Janey had lost the most amazing mother a daughter could ever hope to have. Supportive, encouraging, but tough and demanding, Jane's life was an example of what Janey could hope to be someday. Janey idolized her mother!

I cried off and on for the next week until after the funeral. I felt lost, disoriented, like I was missing half of who I was. The funeral was small, just the two of us and a few close friends. We got home that evening, and I passed out; exhausted from the events of the past month.

Sometime during the middle of the night, Janey came into my bedroom crying. "Daddy, I'm so sad. I don't want to be alone tonight. Can I sleep in you and Mama's bed?"

I didn't think anything of her request. I was underneath the covers and held out my arm to her as she laid on top of them. She was sobbing uncontrollably; I held her and rubbed her back, telling her we would get through this together. I told her Jane would have wanted us to be strong for one another. Finally, we both fell asleep.

I went back to work the next Monday. I had been gone for more than a month; there was a lot I needed to catch up on. Fortunately, I had hired a great leadership team and the company was doing great without me. Everyone was kind and considerate, but I told them I needed to get back to living my life. Jane would have wanted it that way.

Summer was fast approaching; Janey was finishing up her senior year final exams. All of her teachers were gracious and asked if she needed any more time or any accommodation. Like her mother, she declined any extra help. She aced all her finals; I couldn't have been prouder of her. Graduation was bittersweet without Jane there to share it, but Janey and I focused on the positive.

Janey had been thinking about getting a summer job, but I talked her out of it. "Just this summer baby, take the time off and enjoy yourself before college starts in the fall. You've earned it, you're entitled to it!"

She hugged me. "Thank you, Daddy, you're the best. Mama always said that." We both smiled wistfully at the mention of Jane.

I don't remember exactly what day it was, but I came home late from work one night the next week. I walked into the bedroom and there was Jane, sitting on the edge of our bed, dressed in one of her sexiest lingerie outfits. "What the fuck? I'm hallucinating; I've lost my mother fucking mind from the stress and grief." I thought to myself. "I'm going to have to check myself into the hospital!"

Jane heard me come in and looked up at me. It wasn't Jane, it was Janey! I always knew in the back of my mind that Janey looked so much like her mother, but it had never really hit me like it did right now!

"Janey, what the fuck are you doing wearing your mother's clothes? I thought it was her and that I was going crazy!"

"Daddy, Mama told me I had to take care of you after she died. That was one of the things she really stressed in our private conversations at the hospice."

"Janey, I don't think 'take care of me' meant this! Please go to your room and get out of your mother's clothes now!"

Janey winced at my tone but walked out of the room very slowly. If I didn't know any better, I would have sworn she was deliberately taking her time, so I'd have more time to look at her as she left.

We didn't talk about it the next morning at breakfast. I got home from work and Janey was in the kitchen cooking dinner. I gave her a fatherly peck on the cheek to let her know what had happened last night was behind us. I could immediately smell Egyptian Musk perfume on her; it was Jane's favorite scent. I stepped back to look at her.

She was wearing Jane's sexiest pink floral sundress and pink strappy high heel sandals. I could tell she was wearing nylons; I didn't even want to think about what she was wearing (or not wearing!) underneath. She had chosen the exact same makeup palette Jane would have; her glossy pink lipstick matched the polish on her finger and toenails.

She smiled at me innocently, in the exact same manner Jane would have done when she knew she was getting me hot and bothered. "Dinner will be ready in a minute, Daddy. I've already opened a cold beer for you; it's on the kitchen table."

I sat down and enjoyed a long sip. Janey brought our plates to the table. Usually, she sat across from me, but she set her plate down next to me where her mother usually sat. When she sat down, she allowed the hem of her dress to ride up. I was right, she was wearing garter stockings and she was giving me an eyeful as she smiled at me innocently and began to eat.

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