Forbidden Love

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[man of the house, pseudo incest, young/old, anal, squirting, soccer, stepdaughter, stepfather]


Richard is in a loveless marriage with his second wife. The only thing that keeps him sane is the girl of the house. Things get awkward when he walks into her room and sees something he isn’t supposed to see. He thinks the next week is going to be weird when his wife goes out of town. Eventually he convinces himself he is blowing things out of proportion, but when his little princess gets home from soccer practice he finds out things haven’t even started to get blown out of proportion.


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      I went upstairs, happy to get out of the room. Sarah’s door opened a few inches as I knocked. She was bending over gathering laundry. All she was wearing was a long white T-shirt. I could tell immediately that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Young perky ass cheeks peeked out from under the cotton. I could see just a little light between the gap in her thighs with just a peek of her tiny pink pussy. She was obviously shaved.
      Who for? I wondered.
      “Your mom wants you to bring down your laundry,” I said turning my head away as quickly as I could. I tried to pretend I didn’t see anything but that image would be burned into my brain for the rest of my life.
      Sarah jumped up, startled. She wasn’t wearing a bra either. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the outline of her nipples under the thin white cotton pointing straight at me.
      “I’m already getting it, Daddy. I know how this routine goes,” she said.
      “You know your mother hates it when you call me that,” I said, turning to face her like I wasn’t just looking at her little cunt and tits.
      There was a brief second when our eyes met where I could feel her sizing me up. I sent out a little prayer to whoever might be listening that she didn’t ask me if I saw anything. I sent up another prayer hoping she didn’t look down and see the tent that was growing dangerously fast in my pants. After a moment she dropped the quizzical look and her plump little lips spread into a smile.
      “Mom doesn’t like anything,” she said bending over again to get her laundry and bouncing over with an armload of laundry.
      Holy shit, I thought, Is she just fucking with me now?


Word Count: 4,181

  • Manufactured by: Amelia Moore

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