His Stepdaughter

Chapter 1

Tommy was having a rough day at work, but none of that mattered, because he was heading to Erin’s place for the evening, and she always managed to make him feel better. They’d met a few months ago when he was at his usual cafe catching up with some work on his laptop. He was a software engineer, and dealing with clients had always been his least favorite part of the job. A woman with chestnut brown hair up to her shoulders was staring at him from across the cafe, her eyes flicking up and down as she tried to focus on her work. She was perhaps in her late twenties, which was definitely younger than his age at 45, but there was something fascinating about her, like she had some sort of secret he was yet to discover.

As he stood up to leave, sliding his laptop into its case, he felt a presence next to him, a heat that made him glance up. “Hi,” she said, smiling at him as she reached her hand out.

He hesitated for only a second before shaking her hand, feeling the softness of her fingers against his. She had asked him out right then and there, with barely any nervousness in her expression. Of course he had said yes -  she was confident, outgoing, had a beautiful smile, and was fit with all the right curves - everything he’d want in a woman. He was a good looking man, and was used to getting attention, but not many were brave enough to come up to him just like that. He was tall and slim with dark brown shoulder-length air and clean-shaven. He was bisexual, though most wouldn’t assume that about him. He had been in a few serious relationships, but none had ever stuck. Besides, he was too busy with work most days.

Now, a few months later, he had started to establish a relationship with her, and she’d finally been willing to let him go to her place and meet her daughter. He’d been spending more time with her as of late, and it had been great so far. Mia, Erin’s daughter, was a red-head with a pale complexion. She was slim, and had delicate freckles on her face. She didn’t look like her mother at all, and Tommy had assumed she had gotten most of her traits from her father. 

He pulled Erin into his arms as soon as she opened the door, holding her face against his chest as he breathed her in. “Long day?” She said, muffled into his shirt.

“Always,” he replied.

“Well, we already have dinner and a movie waiting for you,” she said as he let her go. He smiled, already feeling so much more relaxed.

“Hey Mia!” He called out, passing by the teen on his way to the kitchen. Her head was buried in her phone, but she looked up at him, her eyes meeting his before she looked quickly down again. He wasn’t quite sure, but there seemed to be a blush creeping up her cheeks. Lately, she seemed more and more shy with him, which utterly confused Tommy. He’d never really dealt with teenagers before, and had no idea where any of it was coming from. He knew he’d have to eventually speak to Erin about it, but had been much too preoccupied to actually have the conversation.

He brought the last of the food to the small table in front of the TV, and proceeded to have a nice home cooked meal with the two girls, eventually pulling Erin into him so he could wrap his arm around her waist. They’d always been very affectionate, and today was no exception. Mia had glanced at them a few times, looking just as shy as she’d been the last few days, and Tommy couldn’t help but focus on her actions rather than the movie.

“Where’s he from? He looks super familiar…” Erin said, her eyes focused on the screen.

Wanting Mia to feel included, he looked at her and said, “Mia probably knows, she’s the one that loves romcoms, isn’t she?” 

Mia’s eyes widened, and she said, “he was in Love Actually.”

“See, I told you she’d know,” he said, smiling at her, which made Mia look away, blushing once more.

Over and over during the night he’d try his hardest to include her, in hopes that she’d be less nervous around him, though he felt as if she was pleased by the attention, and he was proud that he was finally getting through.

By the end of the movie, Erin seemed to be ready for bed, and told Mia to do the same. They washed up the dishes, and Erin began whispering into his ear, teasing him about all the things she was going to do to him that night. His cock throbbed in his pants, but he didn’t want to be too obvious in front of poor Mia. Erin eventually grabbed his hand, leading him upstairs to their bedroom before closing the door behind them, leaving Mia in the hallway looking like a deer in headlights. 

Their lips pressed against each other at once, with Erin taking charge that night like she was desperate for him. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth, making her let out a low moan, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her up and taking a few steps before dropping her on her bed. “I’m so ready for you,” she said, looking up at him with clouded lustful eyes. 

“Are you?” He smirked. “I could tell with all the grinding against me.” She blushed, looking so much like Mia he was startled for a second. With the pause, she took the lead again, unbuttoning his shirt one by one and pulling it off of him. He snapped back to the moment, and pulled her shirt off as well, revealing the lack of a bra underneath. Her nipples were perky as he began licking down her body, nibbling little by little, paying attention to her breasts and waist before reaching the spot she really wanted. He liked to tease her some days, but today they both seemed like they needed it, and he wasn’t going to make her suffer for too long. He pulled her pajama shorts off along with her panties in one quick pull, and lifted her legs up, bending them at the knees so her pussy would be fully exposed for him.

They had done this many times before, and she was ready for him. Her fingers wrapped around his hair as she pulled him into her. He pushed in index and middle finger around the outside of her pussy, and grinned when he felt how wet she was already. “You’re always so ready for me, no matter what…” he murmured.

“Of course I am, you’re sexy as fuck,” she said, and tried to get his mouth against her with her fingers. 

“And you’re demanding as fuck,” he teased, but listened anyways, his tongue pressing against her clit as he began giving her slow tantilizing strokes. She moaned at once, her body arching into him as much as she possibly could. With how ready she was, he knew it wouldn’t take her long before she was going to cum, especially since he knew exactly which buttons to press after a few months of practicing. 

When he began picking up his speed, he pushed his two fingers into her pussy, arching it upwards as he pumped into her. He looked up at her, making eye contact as he said with his face now covered with her juices, “I bet you wish it was my cock instead of these fingers.” 

She nodded, her expression a look of desperation as she pulled him into her with her legs this time. He began giving it his hardest, his tongue making circles over and over around her clit as he pumped into her. She moaned louder and louder, and he half wondered if Mia would be able to hear as she finally climbed over the edge, her fingers digging into his hair as she cried out his name, her pussy clenching around his fingers over and over as even more of her juices flowed outwards. 

He loved making her cum first, it made the sex so delicious with how puffy she was, and she was way more sensitive than before. He pulled his pants and briefs off at last, and maintained eye contact with her as he pushed her arms back onto the bed, his body now moving in between hers. Her pupils were heavily dilated, and she was still panting as he kissed her, forcing her to taste her own pussy as their tongues swirled against each other. As they continued to kiss, he aligned his cock against her entrance, and pushed inside of her with one hard thrust. 

As he did, the most unexpected sentence blurted out of her mouth, “Mia has a crush on you.” He paused, his cock fully inside of her as he processed the information. Erin smiled up at him, feeling his cock get even harder inside of her. It was exactly what she had expected to happen.

“I had no idea,” he said, wondering why they were having this conversation in the middle of fucking. He pulled out of her and pushed all the way in again. He had no idea what he was supposed to say to this.

“She’s cute,” she continued. It made sense now why Mia blushed all the time around him. He had thought it was nervousness, but he was all wrong - it wasn’t the type of nervousness he thought it was. She didn’t see him as a father figure, she thought of him as someone she desired. Perhaps she was jealous of her own mother. Everything made sense now. His cock throbbed again. Fuck, he was way too into this. 

“She is. Really cute,” he said. It felt like they were playing some sort of game, and he didn’t know the precise rules. Was she testing him, or was this something more?

“Sexy, even,” she continued, and he pulled out and thrusted into her again.

“I…” yes, she was sexy, but he’d never let himself think of her that way. Did Erin want him to? He couldn’t help but tell the truth, he was too horny to think through everything properly. “Yes, she’s very sexy.” He thought she’d be horrified, but she gave him a lazy cheshire grin, like this was precisely what she had wanted from him in the first place. Her pussy clenched hard around him, pulling him deeper, and as she didn’t continue the conversation, he finally let himself have his way with her, increasing his speed as he pushed her legs up, so much so her feet were next to his face. 

Her eyes rolled back, but she still managed to say, “I want you to seduce Mia, and I want to hear every detail… even watch if it’s possible.”

“What?!” He choked out, his voice sounding strangled from how much she was milking him.

“You heard me…” she whispered, the last of the words turning into a moan. He thrust even harder into her, making the bed creek with his movements, the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other getting impossibly loud. 

“Fuck… that’s so fucking hot, Erin,” he said.

“Call me Mia,” she breathed out.

“Mia…” he said, all of his inhibitions letting loose at once. He had no idea how much he suppressed the thoughts of her daughter in his mind, but he realized at once he’d been desperate for it. Maybe it was why he had always been so nice to her. “Oh fuck Mia… you’re so fucking tight.”

He’d cum harder than he’d ever done before, unlocking something he didn’t know he wanted to unlock. After they’d both been satiated, he had asked Erin whether or not she had really meant it, or if she was just roleplaying. She had insisted it was something she had always wanted, and they fell asleep, cuddling as his mind whirled with all the possibilities. 

Chapter 2

The next morning, Tommy walked into the kitchen, wanting to make breakfast before Erin woke up. He was pleased to find Mia sitting on the couch on her phone, scrolling through reels with her legs crossed. “Morning,” he said, “I’m about to make some breakfast.”

“Morning,” she replied, not looking up at him.

“You’re up early,” he said.

“I couldn’t sleep,” was her response, he wondered if they had kept her up with all of the sounds of their lovemaking. He was wearing boxers and a t-shirt, not expecting her to be up so early, but it seemed like the perfect moment to begin their plan. 

“Do you want to help make breakfast? I think your mom would be really pleased,” he said, already walking into the kitchen to begin the cooking. 

There was a pause from the living room, then he heard her say, “sure.” He began teaching her the process, something simple - sausages and scrambled eggs with toast. He knew from the last two weeks she had no idea how to cook, since Erin was the type to spoil her, and this was a great way for him to start flirting with her. She mixed the eggs herself with his instruction, but as she poured the egg mixture into the pan, it was clear she had no idea what to do. He moved behind her like he had planned, so close he could feel her heat, and placed a hand on her shoulder, guiding her to move the spatula back and forth. Her breath had hitched in the process, and he knew she was hyper aware of everything he was doing. His face was close to her ears, his voice gentle and smooth as he whispered what she had to do next. He could see the goosebumps on her skin, and it pleased him to see such a dramatic effect. 

When she was waiting for the eggs to cook, he left to grab the toast, and purposefully brushed his skin against her arm, making her stand at alert once more. She was sensitive to every single one of his actions, and he hoped he wasn’t being too obvious about all of it. 

With the breakfast finished, he poured some juice and coffee, laying it on the table and sitting across from her. He wondered if Erin was purposefully late, somehow knowing he was already starting the slow flirting process with her daughter. She was so clever he wouldn’t have been surprised. 

He leaned forwards with his fork and scooped some of her egg, putting it on top of his toast then slowly into his mouth. He chewed before smiling at her, “wow, you did a great job for your first time.” 

She blushed once more, maybe for the twentieth time that morning. “I had a good teacher.”

“Here, try it.” He pushed the toast into her face, and her eyes widened before she opened her mouth and bit it as well. His eyes crinkled as he studied her, then he went back to eating his own food.

He heard the sound of Erin coming down at the perfect time, “Mia and I made you breakfast!” He announced.

Erin stepped into the room, studying the two of them before saying, “wow, good job Mia.” She had sat in between them, though it was clear Mia was staring at him more that morning, like his actions had definitely gotten to her. He couldn’t wait to tell Erin about his progress. 

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For the next few weeks, Tommy became braver and braver in trying to seduce the young girl. Erin helped him in giving them situations where they would bond, like picking her up from school when she was too late for the school bus, or coming with them to go shopping at the mall and leaving them alone a couple of times while she changed in the change room. 

He stood closer to her, and kept complimenting her, trying to gauge just how receptive she was to his touches. She did have a crush on him, but seemed uncertain about how to reciprocate his actions with her inexperience. She also wasn’t completely sure he was coming onto her, or if he was just trying to be a father figure, so she didn’t want to have false images in her head. 

When Mia came home from soccer practice, fit with her tight shorts and numbered shirt covered in dirt, she would brush past Tommy, her arm grazing against him as she walked upstairs to shower. It would take her a long time to muster the courage to do even that, but it boosted her confidence all the same when she did. It was her first time ever being this assured with a crush, and she wanted to keep pushing. 

When she did brush against him, she turned back on the stairs, looking down at him for a second just to gauge his reaction. He was eyeing her up and down, his eyes traveling up and down her form. She hoped she wasn’t imagining it, but it did make her break out in goosebumps. 

As her actions were reciprocated, she began dressing in a long t-shirt and panties instead of ‘little girl’ pajamas to bed, hoping he would take notice. The shirts were long enough for him not to be able to see her panties, but at times when she was watching a movie with them, she would cross her legs on the couch, so flashes of her panties would be pointed directly at him. Of course, he couldn’t help but stare. She figured if he was really being kind to her as a father rather than a boyfriend/partner, he would complain to her mother and not try to stare. The fact that he did the latter rather than the former recemented the idea that he was truly into her in her head. 

She treasured the moments every morning after he stayed over, when they would meet up in the kitchen without her mom, and make breakfast together, creating more interesting dishes each time and surprising her mom with them. Each time, they would share food with each other, purposefully grazing into each other, and it made her feel like she truly had her first boyfriend, rather than it being her mom’s. 

Tommy felt like everything was cemented when one morning, seemingly like any other, he walked into the kitchen, and saw Mia in a different outfit than the night before. Mia was wearing a t-shirt that was too short to be a sleep-shirt, and she was currently bent over the counter, trying to grab the pan from underneath it. Her shirt had ridden up, and he was seeing her ass for the first time - well, as much as he could see with her tight lavender blue panties pressed against it. He started, shocked from seeing her like this, so completely exposed to him. Her ass was perfectly round, a perfect balance of soft and delicate but firm from her frequent soccer practices. She had slim childish legs and perfectly smooth skin, which he now even more so desired to stroke, to tease her until she wanted him to move his hands higher. “Oh my god, Mia.” 

She turned around, a knowing grin on her face, “what?” She put the pan on the stove top, wiggling her ass a little as she did. His cock was throbbing in his pants, like it was begging to come out. How could he stop himself now, with a gorgeous girl like her clearly flirting with him like this? 

He wasn’t sure how obvious he could be in this situation, as they were still clearly playing a game of cat and mouse, but he said, half-jokingly, “your… legs look amazon today.” 

“I see,” she said, still grinning, and shook her ass once more. “Yes, I think they do look amazing.” Inside, she was beaming at the compliment. Her plan from the night before had been a complete success! She had been thinking about him all night after flirting with him during the movie, trying to avoid her mom’s perceptive gaze, and when she had laid in bed, she had found herself reaching her fingers in between her legs, touching her panties. She felt the wetness underneath, seeping through the panties, and she kept rubbing at it, her body getting hotter and hotter as she repeated the images of Tommy’s attention over and over again. She didn’t know how to make herself feel better, to make the heat go away, but she lacked the experience, and this was all so new to her. Her fingers kept working, but nothing came out of it, only making her even more frustrated than before. She ended up falling asleep still needing something desperately, her dreams full of images of kissing and touching Tommy. She knew by the morning she had to do something about it, or she was just going to go crazy. 

“What are we making today?” He asked. She seemed like she had an idea in mind with taking the pan out. 

“I was thinking… blueberry pancakes? It’s always been a favorite of mine,” she said hopefully. No matter how much they were flirting, it was fun learning to cook as well, and she tried to learn as many recipes as possible from him. She was going to be an amazing chef before long.

“Why hadn’t you said before? Pancakes are a staple breakfast food,” he opened the fridge, looking inside to see if they had blueberries. He had only been with Erin a few months, but he felt very at home in their house already. He was still very busy at work, but he spent more nights at their place than his own already, which was more than he could say about any other relationship - he usually liked to keep his space private from the rest of his life. 

They began cooking together. They had done it so many times now they barely had to speak to each other as they did. They made the pancakes from scratch with a recipe on his phone, mixing them in the bowl with the blueberries and pouring it onto the sizzling oiled pan. He moved behind her, his large hands wrapping around her small ones as she held onto the pan. They stared at it in silence, and Mia suddenly realized she could feel a hardness on her back, right above her ass. Was this… her heart was beating so fast she felt as if he would be able to hear it for sure. His smell and the feel of him consumed her, wrapping around her body, and making her skin feel so hot. He was now murmuring low instructions of when the pancake would be ready for flipping, but she was barely listening. Her ears were ringing, and after they flipped the first one together, their hands still touching, she decided she was finally ready to take the next step. She wiggled her ass backwards to where his hardness was, grinding against it so she could feel how desperate he was. She heard a hitch in his breath, and she leaned her head back, looking straight into his eyes. She gulped once and said, “you can touch me if you want.” She didn’t know what she was asking for entirely, but she wanted him, and he wanted her, and why were they trying to resist any longer?

Fuck, Tommy didn’t have to be asked a second time. He used his free hand to work up and body underneath the shirt, traveling higher and higher until he reached her breasts, which were currently covered by a thin bralette. She gasped, her voice hitching as he touched her. Her breasts were small, A cup, though he figured she was probably currently going through puberty since she was in the sixth grade, with her height, she was definitely not finished yet. He palmed her breasts, kneading them over and over as he ground his cock into her ass. Fuck she was so small compared to him, and it felt so good. He bent down and kissed the side of her neck, his rough skin grazing against the sides of her softness. They were so opposite from one another physically, it was crazy to him. 

“Are they too small for you?” She asked, voicing something she’d been thinking about for quite a while now. 

He shook his head, though realized she wouldn’t have been able to see the motion. “I love them. So much. Trust me.” She rejoiced at that, knowing Tommy would never lie to her. Besides, she could feel how much she was turning him on. 

Her eyes were closed so she could experience as much of it as possible, but she forced them open realizing they were still cooking. It was perfect having him against her, but she still didn’t want to burn the pancakes. “It’s probably time to flip it again,” he whispered in her ear. His voice sounded lower and more seductive, making her feel a pooling in between her legs. She wanted him to touch her so much more… it was driving her insane. They flipped the pancake once more, creating a beautiful piece. “Hah. Even with me distracting you,” he said. 

She smiled, and he stepped back even though it was painful for him to do so. He wanted her to want it, to dream about him at night, and he wasn’t going to be able to do that if he pushed her too far with just one day. He had to do it slowly, and deliberately. “You do the next one, I’ll watch.” He sat down on his own, staring at her as he sipped on his coffee. Erin made her way into the kitchen as he put his cup down, a knowing grin on her face. He glanced at her, smiling back. She raised a single eyebrow, and he was certain she had watched the whole thing from the hallway, not wanting to interrupt them. He couldn’t believe this beautiful woman wanted him to seduce her daughter, but here he was, completely encouraged by her. It made it so much hotter, and he dreamt of having both of them in his bed at once one day. 

After saying good morning to her mother, Mia turned and showed Tommy her first pancake. “Perfection,” he said, “you’re an amazing chef.” She glowed, and showed her work to her mother. She nodded in agreement. 

Chapter 3

It was a few days later in the evening when Mia came home from soccer practice, her body covered in grime and sweat. “I’m home!” She called out, not knowing if anyone else was home, and secretly hoping it was Tommy. She wasn’t completely sure if her mother knew about them. She didn’t think so, but her mother was so clever, she must’ve noticed something. Besides, she wanted to keep it a secret between them for now. 

“In the kitchen!” Tommy called out. She beamed at once, unable to help herself, and dropped her bag down at the front door before launching herself to the kitchen. He turned around right as she entered, and she jumped, forcing him to catch her and wrap his arms around her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck, grinning at him. 

“Hey,” she said, “thanks for catching me.”

He chuckled, a sound deep in his throat, “what if I hadn’t?”

She shrugged, “I assumed you had fast reflexes. You know, even for an old man.”

He raised an eyebrow. “An old man, huh?”

She giggled. She had told some of her friends she had a secret boyfriend, but she knew she’d never actually tell them who he was, since he would be in a lot of trouble. “Yes, look at those wrinkles!” 

“Don’t make me drop you!” He said, narrowing his eyes. To make up for it, she leaned forwards and kissed him on the lips. Her full lips opened slightly, and he responded, holding her even closer. His body made her feel so alive, and though she’d kissed other boys before, it was nothing like this. This… this made her feel like a grown up. He knew exactly what he was doing, an expert in his own right, and she wanted him to teach her everything, beyond just cooking. After around a minute of kissing, which was now their usual routine when she came home and they were alone, he dropped her down onto the ground.

“I’m going to go take a shower…” she said, and walked off, her ass swinging as she did, knowing he would be staring at her with her tight shorts on. She began walking up the stairs, and called out, “Hey, Tommy!” She liked to surprise him with flashes of boldness from time to time, to see his expression of pure lust and shock. It made her so confident about her own body. As he approached, she peeled off her t-shirt, and flashed him her sports bra. He’d touched her breasts that day, but didn’t actually see her body underneath. He gaped at her, and she walked confidently upstairs, giggling to herself slightly as she did. 

She peaked around the corner at the top, and saw that he was still staring at her. “What are you still staring at?” She teased.

“Get down here right now, or I’ll go up and get you myself,” he joked back. She revealed her whole body, and began peeling her shorts off as well, revealing her panties. “Oh now you’re definitely coming downstairs.”

She held the railing and walked down ever so slowly, watching his hunger filled expression every step of the way. When she finally reached the spot where he could touch her, two steps from the bottom, he wrapped his strong arms around her again and lifted her up. She gasped and giggled as he moved her to the closest wall, pinning her against it as his lips found hers again. This time he was much more aggressive, letting his desire flow through as he slipped his tongue inside of her mouth. She’d never kissed with her tongue before, but her body seemed to know exactly what to do, because her tongue reached out and played with his, tasting him even better than before. He used his body pressed against hers to let go of her with one hand, desperate to reach down and grab her ass. He did so, his fingers digging deep inside of her skin and squeezing roughly. His cock was hard against her core, and his body enveloped her so much that she could barely be seen except for her legs wrapped around his back. They would’ve continued, but both had heard the noise of Erin’s car clicking, and Mia stopped the kiss at once. Tommy dropped her again, and she gave him one fleeting look before running so fast up the stairs he missed her completely. Her cheeks were bright red, and she leaned into the bathroom counter, staring at her reflection in the mirror as she panted. 

Of course, Tommy had informed Erin about what had happened immediately. She was ecstatic, and kissed him in the same spot, her body wrapped around his. That evening, both of them were incredibly sexually charged as they walked to Erin’s bed. Tommy left the bedroom door slightly open, and moved to the bed with her, already pulling his pants down and unbuttoning his shirt as he reached the bed. “Put on a good show, will you?” He whispered. She glanced at the door at once, then back at him, and nodded. He absolutely loved how clever she was. He sat down and pulled her to him, pulling her shirt off and feeling her body. Their mouths pressed against each other, never letting go as his hands traveled higher and higher, until they reached her breasts. He unhooked her bra, tossing it to the side as he began squeezing her, his fingers pinching her nipples as he did. She stopped kissing him, leaving a trail of saliva between them, and moaned loudly, making sure her daughter would be able to hear them. Tommy had left a lamp lit, though he typically did, as he liked to watch Erin’s form as they fucked. He knew Mia would have a great perspective from the doorway. 

He moved and pushed Erin onto the bed, his fingers reaching in between her legs to move her panties aside. He stroked her and leaned down to kiss and suck on her neck, making her make out more noises as he pushed two fingers inside of her, checking her wetness. Of course, he was already rock hard for her - it felt like he was hard constantly inside this house - and was so ready to fuck after a whole day of being teased by her daughter. When she was sufficiently wet, he moved her so she was on all fours (he had assumed it would be the best view for Mia to watch) and aligned himself against her entrance. 

Of course Mia was watching from the door. How could she not? She had been thinking about it a few times now, as she could always hear them from her bedroom, and they were always fucking. Like every single night he was here. She had actually done more research online after she had heard it the first time, just to learn more about what sex actually was, but now she was actually seeing it in real life for the first time, and her heart pounded loudly as her fingers dug into the wall frame, bracing for it to happen. The angle was good, and she could see Tommy fully naked for the first time. 

She had imagined it in her head many many times, but this was so different from what she had imagined. He had a bit of chest hair, which made him look more manly, and a small tuft of well-groomed pubic hair above his cock. It was fully erect, and though she couldn’t see the details in the dim light, she could see how large it was, and of course, she imagined it inside of her like she had seen in the porn videos. It made her a little scared, but more than that, extremely excited. She was desperate for the sensation, desperate to be like her mother, grown and filled with the attention of a man like Tommy. She watched as he pushed his cock inside of her mother, slowly, oh so slowly, inch by inch, until he was all the way at the base. The way their bodies connected was so fascinating for her, it almost felt like how it was supposed to be with how they moved together. Her back was arched and he had his hands on her ass, using it to move in and out of her. The look on her face was pure lust. Her eyes were shut and her mouth was open, and all kinds of noises kept escaping her lips. It was crazy seeing her mom with an expression like that on her face. She usually looked so composed, but she looked utterly wild at that moment, like she had no control over her own body. Mia was desperate to feel the same thing. 

The more she watched, the more she felt the heat in between her legs once more. She felt like a complete pervert, especially since she was watching her own mom being such a slut. It was weird, but it was somehow even more of a turn on for her to see her own mother like that, to be so out of her own usual element, and so full of need. She couldn’t help but move her fingers in between them and press down on it. It felt so good she eventually moved her fingers up her shirt and down inside of her panties so she was touching her clit. She had experimented a few times, and that was definitely what felt the best. She didn’t feel confident enough to slip her fingers inside of herself yet - she secretly imagined Tommy being the first one to do so, but had managed to make herself cum with just touching her clit. She gasped when she felt how wet she was. This was way more than she had ever felt before. It made it so easy to glide her fingers over her little nub, playing with it as she imagined herself as her mother. 

The more she touched herself, the more confident she was with watching, and she pushed the door even wider as she stepped in a little, wanting to not miss a single moment. When she came, she felt her whole body pulse and shiver, making it hard for her to keep standing. She had thought she was finished, and almost began leaving, but she was desperate to see the moment they both erupted as well. She didn’t know if she would ever get the chance again - what is this was the only time they ever forgot to keep the door closed? Her fingers were so wet, and she put it inside her panties again, touching it once more. This time, the second time, didn’t take too long. She came again, feeling like more and more of a slut by the second, knowing she would never be able to tell anyone about what she had done. Her panties were soaked at this point, and she was so sensitive she could feel the fabric of her shirt grazing against her nipples. Gods, she wanted to be touched by him so badly right now.

The couple had gotten harder and rougher with their fucking, so much so that the bed was hitting the wall with every thrust. Mia wasn’t sure when they were going to cum, but it seemed like they were reaching some sort of climax. She was right, Tommy had spanked her mom a few times, and was hitting a spot inside of her that was driving her even more wild than before. She had announced her orgasm, and as soon as she did, with her whole body quivering like Mia’s did, Tommy had told her that her pussy was milking him with all it’s got. It made him cum as well, and he groaned loudly, his eyes shut as he came inside of her, his body hitting hers over and over as he slumped over her ass. Mia was completely mesmerized. His expression was pure desperation and lust, and she wanted to be the one to form it on his face. She wanted it so badly. She couldn’t believe she finally saw the look on his face while he fucked - now she would finally be able to form it better in her own mind when she thought about him at night. 

She was about to slip out, as they were sure to spot her soon, but stopped in her tracks when she saw him pull out of her mom. She almost gasped when she saw the white cum leak out of her, thick and gooey as it dripped onto the bed. It was so nasty, but so hot at the same time. When she snapped out of the moment, she slipped out quickly, moving the door so it was only slightly ajar like before.

Immediately afterwards, she took off all her clothes, laying in bed as she stared up at the ceiling. She was so hot and bothered she had to be fully naked to feel comfortable, and the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to slip her hand in between her legs again. She was slick with sweat, and she began playing with her small breasts, pinching her nipples with one hand and rubbing her clit with her other hand. She was inexperienced with making herself cum, but she had done it so much the last few days thinking about Tommy that she was getting pretty good at doing it just touching her clit. It definitely helped that she was still incredibly turned on by what she just saw. Gods, it was all she could think about now. She wondered if she would be finally satiated if she finally indulged in her fantasies and did something with Tommy, or if she would just crave him more. She managed to cum twice more before falling into restless sleep, her thoughts still consumed by what she had just seen. 

In bed, the two adults looked at each other, both panting and still completely naked. “That was… that was our best time I think,” Tommy said, turning to her. Erin turned to face him as well, her face red and sweaty.

“I think we were both more turned on than usual knowing she was watching us,” she replied.

“Did you manage to give her a glance?” He asked. 

“Nah. I didn’t want to scare her. But she was definitely there.” 

“I didn’t either. I wonder if she got wet…” he said, closing his eyes and pulling Erin against his chest.

“I wonder if she knows how to touch herself,” Erin continued, snuggling him close as well. He breathed her in, falling asleep quickly with her in his arms.

Chapter 4

She was more than excited to see him the next day. She ran downstairs in her bralette and panties, and grinned when she saw he was only in his boxers as well. “Good morning, Tommy,” she said.

He gave her his usual smile and said, “good morning, kiddo. How was your sleep last night?” He wanted to ask her so much more, but didn’t want to push.

“Restless,” she admitted. “What are we having for breakfast?”

“What about your favorite? Your mom’s sleeping in today.”

Mia wanted to joke about him destroying her last night, enough that she needed to sleep in, but she didn’t really know if that was beyond the usual sexual experience or not. She begins cooking by herself, with Tommy watching and guiding her along the way. He watched her quietly as he sipped on his coffee, though his eyes never left her body for even a second. It made her feel so hot, and she wanted to touch herself again - or be touched by him. She could never directly ask, though. 

When she was finished (of course, after making the pancakes perfectly), she served it with tons of butter and maple syrup, pushing a large amount onto Tommy’s plate. They began their usual pattern of feeding each other forkfuls. Tommy frowned, commented on how it was hard to reach her being on the opposite end of the table, and scooted closer. She felt more confident at that, and made the decision to crawl onto his lap. She sat on it, feeling the heat of his body once more, and realized its where she felt the most safe. He fed her another forkful, and this time when she swallowed, he tilted her face up so she was staring right at him. She batted her long lashes, and he kissed her, making her taste more of the tasty syrup as they kissed. His tongue slipped into her mouth at once, and he turned her so she was straddling him. She wrapped her arm around his neck, and they began fully making out, with his boner very clearly erect and pushing against her panties. He reached out to begin palming her breasts again, and she flinched a little. He drew back at once, never wanting to push her. “What’s wrong?” he asked when she stiffened.

“My breasts… they’re so small compared to some of the other girls in my class…” she admitted.

He chuckled, and felt a wash of relief, “I thought it was something so much worse than that. Didn’t I already tell you how much I love your body?”

“But I always thought the bigger the better with breasts…” she sulked.

“How many boys have you been with, Mia?” Tommy asked, looking down at her. 

“Just kissed two,” she admitted. 

“And did they tell you whether or not they liked big or small breasts?” 

“No, I didn’t ask.”

“Well, I’ve lived many more years than you, and I can tell you, men have different preferences, just like how women have different preferences. You don’t know until you ask, so don’t assume.” He’d given her advice before, but this was different, it made her feel safe at once, and she immediately pulled him against her again, pressing her lips insistently against his. He began palming her breasts again, squeezing them and moving to her nipples to pinch them. They hardened underneath his attention, and when they were done kissing, both panting for breath, he turned to the table and asked, “are you done eating, hon?”

She nodded, and began giggling loudly as he lifted her up by the waist and took large steps towards the living room. He dropped her onto the couch and followed after her, moving in between her legs as their lips met each other’s once more. Feeling more courage, she unhooked her bra and pulled it off. He looked down at her breasts hungrily, making sure she knew how much he loved them. He fondled one with his large hands, so large that they covered her entire breast, and sucked on the other nipple with his mouth. He didn’t know how she was letting him do this, being twelve, but here she was, completely open and willing to him. His and Erin’s plan was working so well, and he was so damned lucky. At the feel of his mouth, she gasped loudly, feeling a new sensation, and leaned into him, wanting to feel more of it. “Tommy…” she moaned, his name coming out of her mouth without her meaning to do so. 

He looked up at her and smiled, “yes, sweetheart?”

“That feels so good…” she admitted.

He continued grinning as he asked, “do you want to make me feel good too?”

“Yes… so much,” then she blushed at herself, feeling like she was being way too eager. He stood up, and she stared at his length, which was pushing against his boxers like it was uncomfortable. She could see some wetness seeping into the boxers as well, and she wondered what it was.