Stepdaughter in Just Her PantiesbyUncleMichael©
My new girlfriend and I had been dating for a month before she let me come to her apartment.
She'd come to mine. We'd been having great sex since our second date, when she'd let me fuck her up the ass while she masturbated, lying on her belly with a pillow under her hips, with her little hand playing with her clit, with me on top of her fucking her ass as hard as I could. She had cum and cum.
In the shower, afterward, she had given me the best blow job of my entire life.
The next morning, after I'd told her how great it had been, she'd said, "my late husband thought anal and oral sex gross, but I love it. It's been a long time, a very very long time, since I had a good assfucking."
He husband had died a few months before of a sudden massive heart attack.
I'm fifty-eight, and she's just thirty-six. I was very pleased with myself and proud to show her off. She's strikingly beautiful, and she's Korean-American. She'd been adopted when she had been a baby.
But I'm not writing about her, although she plays a part. Instead, it's about her daughter.
We'd been dating for a few weeks when she finally confessed that she had a daughter, an eighteen-year-old daughter.
"I had her when I was eighteen myself."
"You were married that young?" I knew that she was Mormon, knew that Mormon girls were famous for staying virgins until they got married.
She giggled. "Not exactly, yes, but just not what you're thinking. I got knocked up. My parents are nice Anglo Mormons, and they didn't let me date until I was eighteen. I guess I was shy, so my parents set me up for a date, my very first with a nice Chinese-American boy, the son of the only Asian family in our congregation. Maybe they thought that because I was Korean and he was Chinese that we'd be a natural match. Other than his sisters, I was the only Asian girl at our church. My very first date, our first, we started kissing in his car after the movie, right in the movie house parking lot." She giggled. "He moved the car around back of the theater, once we started kissing, to a dark corner. I was such a horny little slut, I let him slip one past the goalie in the backseat, let him slip it to me three times, on our very first date, my very first date, actually. He never asked for another date, but I got knocked up, the very first time I had sex."
I laughed. I was surprised by her apparent honesty. So many women pretend that they are virgins or that they've only had one lover before.
"After I got knocked up, my parents watched me like a hawk and didn't let me date again. They married me off to a forty-seven year old widower when I was still knocked up. He adopted my daughter, treated her like his very own. He already had seven kids and didn't want any more. But he always said that 'eight is enough,' including my daughter as one of his own. So I did get married at eighteen, but, like I said, it wasn't like you thought."
We both laughed.
The next day, I met her daughter. Her daughter is beautiful too. Tall for an Asian, with b-cup breasts, and shy, at least at first.
A day later, I was spending the night. A week after that, I'd moved in.
Then it happened. My girlfriend was still at work. I was sitting in the living room, watching the TV news, when the girl came out in just her panties. I saw and my eyes must've gone wide, because she giggled nervously and covered herself with her hands and ran to her room.
Her mother walks around like that, in just her panties, in front of both of us, but I'm her boyfriend and the girl is her daughter.
I thought it an accident, but then the next afternoon, while her mother was at work and I was watching the news, she did it again. Only this time, she didn't cover up. Instead, she sat on the couch next to me, me at one end, her at the other.
"Does it bother you, that I'm just in my panties?"
"No, it doesn't bother me, but I don't think that you should. Your mom wouldn't like it."
"My mom does it."
"Yes, but I'm her boyfriend."
"She wouldn't care."
I didn't want to argue with the girl, especially not so early in our relationship and not with her mother away.
We sat there, watching TV, with me completely dressed and the girl in just her panties. After my news, she watched her own shows, while I read.
A few minutes before her mother got home, she went into her own room.
I was wondering whether I should say something to her mother, wondering what I should say, when the girl came out in just her panties again, this time right in front of her mother.
I glanced at my girlfriend, expecting her to say something, and she did.
"Joyce, we have company. You're making Mike uncomfortable."
"He lives here now, so he's not company. Besides, he said that he doesn't mind. He was just worried that you wouldn't like it."
"I guess it doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother him." She giggled. "But Joyce, don't complain to me if he stares at you. You have gorgeous titties and a sexy butt. He's going to look at you."
"I don't care if he stares."
That night, in bed, my girlfriend said, "You're my second boyfriend since my husband died. It only lasted for a few weeks, but I suspect that he fooled around with her. She never acted that way before."
She laughed. "I'm not the jealous type. He'd always come to bed very horny, and I loved that."
She took my cock into her hand and stroked it. "If you want to think about my daughter's titties, I don't mind." She leaned down and took my growing cock into her mouth, taking the whole thing right in, and began to bob her head up and down.
"Sweetie, if you keep that up, I'm gonna cum in your mouth. Don't you wanna get fucked?"
She didn't answer. Instead she bobbing up and down, sucking and sucking. I moaned and shot my load into her mouth. She swallowed all of it.
"I love to suck your cock."
She asked, "Wanna watch me masturbate?"
"Of course." She always masturbated when I fucked her ass or her pussy, but we had never done that before with me just watching her.
She dabbed a drop of KY on the tip of her index finger and opened her legs wide and began to stroke her clit. She get's waxed bare.
She stroked her clit as she told me a story about herself.
"When I had my eighteenth birthday, my uncle Bob came over. He was my father's brother, my adopted father's brother. He'd come over when I was home alone, so it was just the two of us. He pulled me over his knee to give me my birthday spanking. He hadn't done that, given me a birthday spanking, in a very long time, not since I'd been little. He pulled up my skirt and pulled down my panties too, something he'd never done before. I was giggling, but I was scared and nervous. I was still a virgin and had never been on a date, never held a boy's hand, never been kissed, and no one had ever done something, anything, like that to me before. I wore a one-piece bathing suit when I went swimming and felt very self-conscious then. Over his knee, with him giving me my birthday spanking, my butt was bare and my panties were not just pulled down far enough to uncover my plump little rump, but instead he had pulled them all the way down to my ankles. He smacked my butt, counting out loud. He tickled my butt and my thighs too. He smacked closer and closer to my pussy. He pretended to loose count, so that he had had to start over several times. He smacks got closer and closer and closer, making circles around my little pussy, on my butt cheeks, on my thighs, his smacks hard enough to smart, but not hard enough to actually hurt. I'd never masturbated before, never been touched by a guy before, never came before even from a dream. But his smacking my rump and my thighs, my giggling and my nervous fear, I had the absolute best orgasm of my life. My whole body shook. And he kept smacking my butt and thighs, and I just kept cumming and cumming and cumming. He didn't touch me that day, other than his spanking me. He didn't say anything to me about what had happened. Instead, he took me on his lap and put his arm around me. My panties were still around my ankles, but my skirt was back in place. He brought out a polished little rosewood box, with fancy inlays of mother of pearl in the shape of a butterfly and flowers and even hummingbirds, that he had made himself for me. It held a gold necklace with pearls, my birthday present. After that, every day after school, I went over his place. I wore my regular skirts, but I always left my panties at home. He had a workshop in the garage were he did carpentry as a hobby. He fingered me every day after school, fingered my pussy and my butthole. He taught me to masturbate and taught me to suck his big cock. I loved it, absolutely loved every minute of it. He didn't fuck me until after I got knocked up, and we never did of that again after I got married. But I would've gone back every day, all my married life, if he would've let me."
She stopped talking. I watched her as she polished her little clit. She moaned and cried out. Her hips rose almost a full foot off the bed as she came.
I was hard again.
"Fuck me," she said.
I climbed on top of her and put it in her. She reached down between us to rub her clit some more.
She whispered, "He'd bend me over one of the woodworking machines and finger my butthole with two fingers while I masturbated. After I got pregnant, he used to fuck me that way, in my plump little butt or in my pussy, while I rubbed my clit."
I fucked her and she stroked her clit. I reached under her and pushed a finger up her ass. She cried out and came again. I had cum only a few minutes before, so I didn't cum quickly. Instead I kept fucking her and fingering her butt at the same time.
But I was thinking about her daughter's tits and about her pantie-clad butt. I'd noticed a hint of camel-toe when she'd come in, with her bare b-cup breasts swaying back and forth, as I was watching the news.
The next day, after school, when her daughter came out of her room in just her panties, I was sitting in the middle of the couch. I usually sat at the end next to the lamp, so that I could read the paper during the commercial breaks or when they did one of their many fluff pieces, but I wanted to be right next to her, if she chose to sit next to me.
And she did sit right next to me, just in her panties again. They were hot pink.
I turned toward her and asked about her day. She told me a story about something that she thought very funny that had happened in one of her classes, a dumb prank that a boy had pulled on one of her teachers.
I laughed and put my hand on her knee for a moment. As we talked, I touched her knee again, and then her thigh.
She laughed at something I'd said and touched my own thigh.
I stroked the inside of her thigh, close to her knee, but nothing blatant. She slid her butt forward a little and leaned back and her knees parted a few inches too, as if she were making herself more comfortable, but in doing so, my hand my hand slid several inches further up the inside of her thigh.
I stroked the inside of her thigh.
"Your skin is nice and warm and smooth."
"Thank you. You like it?"
"Yes, I do."
"Tell me the truth. Does it bother you, my walking around in just my panties?"
"No, not at all."
"Are you sure? Seeing my little titties doesn't bother you? I could stop, if it does." She was teasing me. She could tell that I liked looking at them and liked looking at her in just her panties.
"I like that color pink. It's a good color for you."
"You think so?"
I looked right at her breasts and she breathed in a little and thrust them out a little.
"You're a very pretty girl."
"You really think so?"
"Yes, of course."
"It doesn't bother you that I'm Asian?"
"No, of course not."
"I'm with your mom, after all." Of course her mother was Asian too.
"You acted like it bothered you, that it makes you uncomfortable, seeing my titties and seeing me just in my panties."
"I was surprised, that's all. It's your home. You should be able to dress in it like you want. Besides, guys enjoy seeing a pretty girl naked."
She giggled. "I'm not naked. I have my panties on."
I laughed. "Well, almost naked."
"Do you like seeing a girl naked?"
I was still lightly stroking the inside of her thigh.
She giggled again, "Sometimes, when my mom's not home, I don't even wear my panties. Would that bother you?"
"No, but I'd stare at your pussy the way that I stare at your titties sometimes, even more I bet."
"I guess I wouldn't mind you looking. It's just more comfortable without my panties."
"It's your home, our home. You can wear whatever you want."
"Can I take them off right now?"
"Sure, I guess, if you want to."
"Okay. Just don't tell my mom."
She lifted up and pulled them down and off and put them on the coffee table.
I was looking right at her pussy. It was bare. Her mother waxed.
"It's okay if you look." She even opened her legs a few inches to give me a good look.
She was leaking a white foam.
"Wow, you're beautiful."
I was really looking, doubtless with my eyes wide,
"I get wet sometimes." She reached down and scooped up some of the foam and held it out for me to see.
I smelled it and then took her wrist and tasted it.
She giggled. "Can you keep a secret?"
"Promise not to tell anyone, especially my mom?"
"Jay, my mom's old boyfriend, used to finger me and lick me down there."
"Yeah. I'd come from school and he'd do it every afternoon, right here, on the couch. After my dad died, my mom started walking around in just her panties, so I did too. We were alone; we had the whole house to ourselves. I was already 18 then. One time, after my mom's new boyfriend started coming over, I didn't know that he was here, and he saw me, saw me in just my panties. I was scared, afraid he'd tell my mom. He called me over and told me that it was okay, that he didn't mind and that he wouldn't tell my mom. He told me that I was very pretty and that he just wanted to touch me, that it would give him please to touch me. He touched my breasts, squeezed them and sucked them. It felt so good. And then he put his hand inside my panties and fingered me, and that was very good. Then he got my panties off and started licking me, and that was the best. He was Mormon too. One time my mom came home and caught the two of us in the living room, with me in my panties. She didn't say anything, but I guess he stopped coming over after that, got scared maybe or just too weirded-out."
I remembered something. My girlfriend called to say that she was coming home, always giving a time estimate, always at least half an hour's warning. She always said, "I'll be home in half an hour. I just called to let you and Abby know." Abby is her daughter.
I asked, "Would you like me to lick you?"
"I'd love it."
I asked, "Our secret?"
"I promise. You promise too."
I touched her wet pussy and pushed a finger into her. I was surprised to feel her hymen.
"Did he only finger you with one finger?"
"Yes. He said that I'd want to stay a virgin."
"You two never had sex?"
"Never. I never even saw his penis, never touched it, nothing."
"What else did he do to you?"
"Nothing. He would lick me and suck my breasts, and then mom would come home. They'd go in her room to make love."
"Did you have any boyfriends?"
"No. My dad was strict. My mom's kinda strict too. Even though I'm eighteen, I'm not supposed to go out. She said that she's worried that I'll get knocked up like she did."
"I can't get you pregnant. I had an operation."
"Are you gonna fuck me too?"
"Yes, if you let me."
She giggled but didn't object.
"I want you to suck me too."
"You'll have to teach me."
I was still fingering her wet pussy, but I pushed in a second finger, tearing a bigger whole in her hymen.
I got on the floor and pulled her by her skinny legs, grasping her by the spot right about her knees, and pulled her whole body to the edge of the couch.
I pushed her legs open and pressed my face into her pussy and licked her.
She reached down and put one hand on the top of my head.
"Oh, that's so good."
I licked around and around her clit without touching it.
I wanted her really wet and excited but didn't want her to cum.
I probed her wet pussy with two fingers, even feeling her floating little uterus, while I licked her clit.
I reached down and and undid my belt and pants and pulled them and my boxers down.
I got up between her legs and whispered, "It's time."
She looked scared, and she giggled nervously. I pulled her so that her butt was dangling a little off the edge of the couch.
Just as I was about to put it in her, I noticed that my index and middle finger were red with blood.
"I'm gonna get a towel."
I got a big dark towel quickly. I didn't want to give her time to change her mind.
I put it under her and then got between her legs again.
I held my cock at the entry to her pussy.
"Ready?" I asked.
I pushed my hard cock forward and firmly. I pushed hard and then harder. I pulled back a little and pushed hard again and felt something tear.
"It does the first time, sweetie."
She giggled. "You call mom 'sweetie.'"
I laughed and pushed harder and felt her hymen tore even more.
My cock went in slowly, but it went in, all the way in.
She giggled nervously but didn't say anything.
I started to fuck her, pushing it in and pulling it out, stroking in and out.
She looked surprised. "That's so weird. It burns a little, hurts a little, but it's just weird, so weird."
I fucked her harder and then harder still.
"I'm gonna cum, gonna cum. Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's so good."
I came inside her pussy.
I leaned over her and kissed her on the mouth, and she giggled.
We got up and went into the bathroom. I washed up in the sink and she took a shower.
It only took me a couple minutes. She had her panties on when she came out of the bathroom, but that was all she had on.
Just then, the phone rang.
It was her mother. She said, "I'll be home in half an hour. Just calling to let you guys know that I'm on my way."