6 comments/ 101401 views/ 51 favorites Caught By My Step-Daughter By: bananacock Watching my step daughter grow up has been challenging, with no daughter of my own and my parenting skills honed to boys I've learned just how different young girls are. It's not that it's not fun or that it's not rewarding but it presents many new things for me, not least of which, has been her growing sexuality. Over the last year she has blossomed into a very attractive 18 year old girl and with it has come some real issues for me. A slip of her shirt and a sexy boob falls out. "Let me show you what I learned in dance" is followed by several minutes of bra-less tits bouncing and butt-cheeks, and big hugs all bring out a completely wrong and hugely conflicting series of thoughts for me; how can I, even for a split second, think of this trusting teenager in any sexual connotation? But I do, and it's getting worse. There were three triggers for this, each happened quite innocently over the past few months. I know exactly when each happened, I remember the details of all of them; what happened, what I saw and what I thought. These events and the subsequent smaller, minor happenings have fueled my fantasies and brought me to where I am today. The very first slip down this path, the first infraction, happened so innocently about two months ago. Emily, my step-daughter, and I, were the only people at home. My wife and her son were out somewhere on this weekend morning and I was having a lazy morning lying in bed reading and listening to the radio. Emily came in and lay next to me, which was not uncommon, wanting a quick cuddle and to ask whether I'd take her and her friend to the mall that day. I had may arm around her but it is important to understand just how since the position I was in both literally and figuratively made the situation what it was: - she lay on my right arm with it being under her head and neck, using my bicep as a pillow and she lay on her on her side with her back to me. As I tightened up my arm in order to cuddle her and bring my hand around to her waist - the "safe" place for me to touch - I missed and instead my open hand landed right on her left breast. She's grown to be quite the buxom lass, a 36C today, but then, even just a short while ago she had those perfect pert, bouncy B cup handfuls...and I just placed my hand on one and for a very, very short time, held it! I didn't have an urge to do anything but correct my error, in fact, I didn't see it as an error but a truly honest mistake. What happened next though was an error; I moved my hand to where it should be, in that safe zone right on her waist line, but in doing so my arm was now laying across the middle of her tits and I could feel the weight and warmth of her left breast resting on my forearm. An error and a hugely sexy feeling. This all happened in a total of about one minute while we talked, had this quick cuddle, and made plans for the mall. The second "happening" was similar yet very different. It was night time and the whole family was going to bed. The kids were still doing whatever they do to get ready for bed, walking around, getting clothes ready for school, poking at each other. Laying in bed, my wife and I were listening to all of this waiting for the place to quieten down so we could have a quick fuck. I sleep on the right side of the bed, which is the side by the bedroom door and she on the left. My wife was playing with my cock, slowly squeezing it and cupping my balls, running her fingers gently down my to my ass, and I was playing with her wet pussy teasing her and rubbing her clit. We were just getting close to that little clitoral orgasm when Emily came in and got on the bed next to me, again, not an uncommon thing; she just wanted a quick cuddle. She snuggled up to me, back first as she does and my wife reached over to hold her so I was sandwiched in the middle. I rolled over so we were all facing the same way and quickly discovered the problem: my hard eight inches was pressing into Emily's butt and there was little I could do. I pulled my groin back a little but it was a tight set-up with us all squished together and I could only hold that for a second before my cock pushed back into her butt. Meanwhile my wife was holding her tight and pulling her in and my arm was wrapped over Emily's body, only this time my hand fell to where her lovely tit was touching the bed. I was touching her tit and even if she noticed she wouldn't know if it was me or her Mom. I never knew whether she was conscious of my cock pressing against her or ever thought that it might be my hand, not her Mom's on her tit. There were many other instances, albeit not of the same level of inappropriateness that happened these past months. Mostly they involved her flashing her tits to me and to this day I never figured out whether these were intentional or accidental or whether there was any realization on her part of what she was doing. The most common happened the same way that I guess anyone with teenage daughters will recognize. Most weekend mornings and almost every evening after she's showered, Emily walks around the house in little shorts or sweats and a tee-shirt. Sometimes these shirts are tight and show the shape of her beautiful bouncy tits and often her hard little nipples are poking through. She seems totally unabashed at this which is, I suppose, good since she's comfortable with herself and her home and her family. She'd never do this with guests in the house. Other times that tee shirt is one of those loose fitting, off the shoulder types. Forever falling off and every movement gives a sneak peek 'down-blouse' to those wonderful bouncy boobs. She'll lean on the kitchen counter facing me and I can see everything, sometimes she'll squeeze them together, other times she'll adjust her shirt to hide them only to re-adjust it to show one of them more clearly. Is she teasing me? I wonder. Does she have any idea I'm looking? One one occasion she was sitting on the sofa, her feet tucked around by her butt, texting on her phone and her shirt had slipped so that one of her tits was completely out and looking so sexy. So you get the idea; I'm increasingly obsessed with a teenager's gorgeous body, growing sexuality, large perfect bouncy breasts. I'm faced with one of these sneak peeks several times a week and am well aware of the inappropriateness of it all. Whether she's doing any of it on purpose or not is not relevant and even if she were it would be a fairly normal, or at least reasonably OK, part of her growing up and discovering her sexuality. But then came the next 'happening'. For a couple of weeks the kids bathroom was out of commission; it was being remodeled so they had to use the master bath. From my position in bed when I look through even the smallest crack in the bathroom door I can see the large double vanity mirror and in it can see much of the bathroom and the shower. You can guess what happened. Emily is in the habit of showering in the evenings, sometimes early, sometimes just before bed, and while the bathroom sharing was going on she'd undress in her room and come in wrapped in a towel. On this night I was already in bed reading and my wife was downstairs when she came to shower. She closed the bathroom door but left a small crack and that door is one of those that we all have that sort of creeps open by itself. So that small crack grew to about four inches while she was showering which meant that I could just about see her, at least her blurred outline and movements through the steamy shower glass. It also meant that I could see her clearly when she got out if she stood in just the right place. I heard the showering stop; I heard her shut the shower door. I heard her toweling dry and then a minute or two later I saw her. Her towel now wrapped around her head, I could see her standing naked, completely naked in the mirror. She was looking straight into the mirror and was obviously admiring herself, moving her hips and posing for herself. She held each breast with her hands and pushed them up and moved them around. She squeezed them together with her forearms and stroked her legs, butt and tummy. This 'I'm so sexy" teenage posing, this blowing kisses to herself in the mirror, this all made it finally clear; she was all too aware of her sexuality and was somewhat practiced, or at least naturally good, at using it. While this should probably have immediately triggered the parenting gene it actually triggered something else. My mind went straight to the thought of her masturbating and caressing herself in the shower, in bed, wherever; it made we wonder more about her teasing - was it teasing or was it accidental? It also pushed me over the edge to craft situations that would fulfill some of my exhibitionist and taboo thoughts. Knowing that the weekends are busy times in the house with kids, their friends, chores and errands I worked up to a situation that I thought would be fun. The start was very simple. The kids' bathroom, now fixed up, is at the other end of the corridor from the master bedroom so in the mornings when Emily was getting ready for school she was in the bathroom with the door open fixing her hair and make-up, coming and going from her room in various states of dressing; bra and panties, jeans and bra, and then all ready to go. While we tend to leave doors open the master bedroom door is placed so that you don't know whether it's open or not until it's too late, so even if my intent were different it would be difficult to close the door on my way to the bathroom. So there I was one morning thinking "I'll accidentally flash her my hard cock". I got up from bed, naked and very hard and I knew she was in her bathroom. I guessed the bedroom door was wide open and I casually walked toward the bathroom. One the way I glanced and indeed I could see her standing there in her bra fixing her hair and she was looking straight at me. She didn't know that I knew she could see and I did not look at her, but instead walked slowly but normally to the bathroom with my large hard cock in full view. Over the coming month I repeated this on several occasions, sometimes the door was wide open and sometimes only a bit. I think that sometimes she saw me and others she didn't but I never knew for sure or was bold enough to make eye contact or even give the slightest hint that I thought I could be seen. On a few occasions she was not the only one who saw. She has a good friend, Amy who stays over a lot, she's from a troubled home and has almost become another step daughter and they're always hanging out in Emily's room, going back and forth to the bathroom together on hair and makeup things. I'm fairly sure that having two sexually developing teenage girls together fueled what happened next and that if it were just one of them this would never have happened. It was a Saturday morning and my wife was out shopping. The girls, Emily and Amy, were the only ones in the house with me. I was getting up and I could hear them in Emily's room giggling and having fun as I got up to shower. The bedroom door was wide open and I didn't bother to close the bathroom door more than halfway when I got into the shower. One of the other great things about that mirror was that, obviously, the view worked the other way round too. So, I was in the shower and I thought I heard something but was not concerned. Then I thought I saw something and adjusted my position only to notice both Amy and Emily peeking through the bathroom door watching me in the shower. Surprised and excited I thought about what to do. I was being watched by two sexy teenagers and I knew what they were interested in; I knew it was sexually driven. So I decided to do what you're probably thinking I'd do: I slowly finished my shower but as I did I played with my hard cock hoping, but not knowing, they could see it. I turned off the shower, grabbed a towel through the door and dried off in the shower, then, still with a hard cock I stepped out, drying my hair and looking to see if they were still there. And, they were, they'd backed up a little and had closed the door a bit so they could peek without being seen. (They thought.) So I dried my hair and then did what she did to me. I posed in the mirror jerking my cock and playing with my balls. I squeezed it to make it very hard and rubbed my hands all over my groin and butt in a showing off kind of way. I then started moving slowly toward the door. I didn't want to be too quick and scare them. I needed to give them a safe getaway, so I walked toward the vanity, brushed my teeth and then left the bathroom. I could see that the bedroom door was open wide and could hear the girls music and laughter. I went back and lay on my bed, uncovered and very excited that they'd been spying on me. I began to masturbate. Slowly stroking my hard cock and playing with my balls, I lay there with my eyes closed and very quickly sensed something. I couldn't open my eyes and turn my head to check but I got the real sense that they were there. I continued to masturbate getting more and more excited think that two teenage girls were watching me, but I had to know for sure. I slowly and very carefully opened my eyes, oh-so-slightly and moved my head in a "throws of passion" way. I didn't need to see everything, I just needed to know if they were watching, and they were. Both of them crouched down peeking around the corner of the wall, half hidden by a dresser just five or six feet from me, watching me from over my shoulder. So I carried on with this phenomenal sense of arousal, my cock throbbing and my hand stroking. I wiped the pre-cum with my forefinger and licked it. I caressed my balls and then got to that point where I could feel the pressure, both physical and emotional, building to the point that I had to let go, and I did; I started to cum but kept a tight hold on my cock to build up the pressure. Then I let go with a flood, a powerful jet of cum sprayed up my stomach and reached my chest, followed by another and then the last. I froze, squeezing the last drops and sighing. Were they still there? I wondered. I couldn't look and I didn't hear anything. So, I rubbed the cum all over my chest and belly as the excitement wore down. I lay there for half a minute before getting up and back into the shower. What did they see? How long did they watch? Do they still talk about it today and did they tell their friends? Who knows? Only they. Caught By My Step-Daughter Ch. 02 I never did figure out what they saw that day. I can only assume it was everything since I knew they were watching and peeking at the beginning. The thought of the two 18-year-old girls watching me pleasure myself is still, to this day, arousing, even though so much has happened since. In the days and weeks that followed, I thought, but was never sure, that the laughing and whispering was sometimes in reference to what they saw. I felt that they looked at me a little differently, a little knowingly, but was that just my imagination? I worried also that they may have told Emily's mom; not that she'd be concerned about me jacking off, in fact I often did that for her. It is one of our 'games', but she'd have been less than impressed that I was not more careful about when and where, and that not only her daughter, but her daughter's best friend would have seen. The one thing I was sure of though was that the teasing continued, and I have little doubt that at least some of it was deliberate. Emily would, as she had for so long, wear those loose t-shirts, or the tight ones, and be quite unabashed as she went about her business around the house. It seemed almost a daily event that I'd see her doing something that I saw as teasing like her 'bouncing' down the stairs in that happy, gleeful way a teenage girl moves where, with every skip of every step her breasts would jiggle and bounce in that tantalizing way. I was convinced that this was a teasing game; our conversation was normal, about the everyday things, but there was this parallel communication, this deliberate tease; she was showing off, she was deliberately moving that way. She sexily grabbed a boob or pushed her chest out and all the time knew I was looking at her, knew that this was turning me on, knew that she was teasing me. She knew I was looking and she knew that I knew she was teasing, yet it continued with the innocent overtones of normal interaction. There were many times where this teasing seemed so calculated. One, again on the stairs, was where she took advantage of the view I had while she was coming up the stairs. This happened several times but on this day she called, "Rob, will you be able to take me to school tomorrow?" as she started up the stairs. "Of course," I replied. Our conversation continued, about the goings on at school. As we chatted she walked up the stairs one slow step at a time. I leaned on the rail and watched as we talked. Each step, and every unnecessary movement on the way, was designed to give me a view of what she knew I liked looking at. The bending over to touch her feet, the stretching out of her arms in that 'I'm so tired' way or the arching of her back all was, I'm sure, made to give me a view of her tits, a full view down that shirt to those delicious handfuls and hard little nipples, or the sight of them pressed hard into that tight shirt. There was one day, a weekend morning, that Emily and her friend Amy were helping out with some cleaning. They were both mopping the floor and as always, dressed in those shirts. Each with a mop, one of those Swiffer things, they cleaned the floor and did so enthusiastically, mopping quickly and working hard to get the stubborn dirt off. You can likely imagine the joy this brought me: two girls with their tits dangling and moving around in rhythm to their efforts, trying so hard to escape from the loose off-the-shoulder tee shirts. Much to my amusement, Emily's boob fell out three times, and each time she'd shuffle the shoulder back up only for it to quickly work itself off again. I so wanted to touch them, to feel that soft warm skin and the hard little nipple, and gently squeeze and hold that gorgeous breast. Amy, on the other hand seemed to be having less trouble, perhaps because her tits were smaller and less prone to develop momentum from the work, but just because they weren't falling out didn't mean they were less enticing. I could see clearly how sexy hers were. Unlike Emily who had large breasts with a definite weight to them, Amy's were tighter to her body, firmer I'd imagine, and very 'teenage', very pert. I watched her move and was enthralled at the view of those long athletic legs, that lovely skin tone and those sneak views of her tits. I tried to imagine her doing it naked, mopping the floor, and what her butt would look like and her pussy; would she shave it at her age or would it have the lovely wispy soft hair? The very next week my wife was away on business and I was at home with the kids. Emily's brother was gone most of the time, off very early to school and consumed with activities; 'the teenage lodger' we called him. This left me with the possibility of creating a scene, perhaps pushing my earlier attempts to the next level, and I did. The kids bathroom was, as I've mentioned before, down the hall from the master bedroom and if the doors were open there was a full view to the closets and the bathroom door in the master bedroom. This was the crux of my plan which was helped by the fact that each morning Emily had the same routine. As she got ready for school she would be back and forth from her room to her bathroom, dressed in a bra and jeans, or sometimes even just bra and panties, while she brushed her hair, or her teeth, or did her make-up. She did all of this without closing her bathroom door. Sometimes I'd see her intently looking in the mirror and other times she'd be looking straight into my room. So, on this morning I decided to push the teasing a different way and give her a full view of me. I heard the signs that she was doing her bathroom things, so I got out of bed naked with a hard cock. I have quite a large cock, about 8 or 8 1/2 inches, nicely thick with a gentle curve and a well proportioned head. When, as it was this morning, it's that 'rock-solid' hard, it bounces in front of me and, even though I say so myself, looks quite magnificent. I went to the closet and acted as though I was looking for something. I caught a glimpse of Emily doing her bathroom things through my wide open door, but she looked like she was looking in her mirror and so would, at best, only see me in the corner of her eye. I continued searching through my closet knowing that any second she'd see me. Without the ability to watch her watch me I had to be satisfied with just the slightest of glimpses, but she did see. I caught the movement of her away from the mirror and motions that signaled her change of her position, then what seemed to be her freezing, standing still. I sneaked a peek and yes, she was standing there staring at me with an expression that was not shock, not horror, not amusement, perhaps intrigue. I couldn't really tell and couldn't really look, but what I could do was stay there, keep looking for that illusive shirt and casually stroke my hard cock. And I did. I did for what seemed like an eternity but was probably only fifteen seconds, but fifteen seconds of staring at your step-dad's naked body and hard cock, fifteen seconds of jerking your cock in front of your step daughter, fifteen seconds of pretending to not know she was there, that was a long time. Wow, you know that shot of adrenaline feeling, the intensity and shaking? That was me when I stepped into the bathroom. That evening Emily and I went out to dinner. With just the two of us, and no Mom and brother, we decided that we didn't want to cook and a quick trip to our local Carrabagarden Italian would be nice. The conversation was normal, the usual fun things we talk about; school, friends, clothes, the teenage girl things but unusually. Emily talked a lot about boys, about her friends and about the things her friends were doing with boys. She mentioned that some of the girls were sleeping with their boyfriends, talked of the other sexual things that were going on and shared a little of her viewpoint. I sensed the need to listen rather than offer advice and was unclear what, if anything, I should say. After all, our 'escapades' indicated that she was not so naive, although perhaps she was, and this conversation supported the idea that she wasn't confident with boys. Unlike her friends, she'd never had a boyfriend. This, I suspected, brought a sense of conflict; those growing sexual inclinations and no boyfriend. I decided to take the approach that she was responsible but obviously intrigued and naturally developing a sexual life, and provide some guidance that way. Albeit with a twist. "Emily," I said, "It's only natural that, at your age, you're intrigued by sex and look at boys that way and that you will be imagining what it's like to have sex" "Yeah, right," she said, "And we do talk about it all the time, me and Amy and the others." "That's okay," I replied. "It's normal and I expect that you all wonder what it's like to have sex and do the things that people do, right. And," I went on to say, "I bet you talk about boys' penises, and wonder what they look like and feel like and what it would be like to touch one that's aroused." "We do, some girls have, Amy has, she's already done a blowjob too," she said. Wow, I thought. "Well, okay," I said, rather shocked at Emily's candor, "And I expect that's something that you think about too," came my rather fumbled reply. "I expect that you and the other girls also wonder what it would be like to have a penis in your mouth, like Amy, and whether it's okay and even what boys like about a blow job." "We do, Rob," she said, "In fact the girls joke about it and about well, you know, a boy finishing in your mouth." At this time, my heart was racing. What a conversation to be having, especially with her, with all that undertone that had been happening for so long. I was so aroused, my cock was hard as nails and I really wanted to take it out and show her what a man's hard cock was like. The conversation continued with the revelation that she masturbated. She made me promise not to tell her Mom. "I really wonder what it would feel like to have a penis in me, to really have sex. Will it feel like it does... when I, you know, when I play with myself?" Emily asked. Well, I stumbled thorough that answer too and then the conversation drifted back to more usual topics as dinner wrapped up. We got the check and drove the short way home in silence, a very odd silence. My mind was racing all over the place and I could only imagine what she was thinking about. Back home, we chatted a little and turned the TV on. One of her shows, nothing that interested me, and besides, I couldn't get my mind off this arousal and sexual tension I'd built up so I announced: "I'm going to take a shower and read a little," I said. Which actually meant to me that I was going to shower, jack off feverishly and relieve that pressure and tension in my loins. I went upstairs to my room and undressed ready to shower. I did not close the bedroom door and only half closed the bathroom door in the hope that Emily might be inclined to peek as she had done with Amy. It would be great if she did; we'd reached a point with the conversation at dinner but I didn't think she'd make any connections back to that spying-on-step-dad thing. I enjoyed the long hot shower and paid special attention to shaving my balls, making my cock hard and just teasing myself to the edge. I find that freshly clean shaven balls and a nice manscape only serve to heighten arousal and produce one of those extended hard-ons which, once it's set-in, remains rock hard for a while. I don't use the pills, but imagine that the feeling may be the same as you get with that. I dried off in the shower and then stepped out to see, via the mirror, that she was there. Not peeking as before but in my room near the door, more confident perhaps, but only just visible. I wasn't sure whether she was there to spy or for another reason; she could simply have been getting some of my wife's clothes or even just stopping to say goodnight. I didn't care, I'd crossed the line already and so had she, several times before, so I just did what I wanted to to: play with my cock and watch myself in the mirror and give her a show. I sensed that she was watching as I continued to play, as I rubbed lotion into my clean shaven balls and squeezed my cock almost to the point of cumming. Confirmation that she was watching came quickly as I saw her move closer - presumably to get a better look, and obviously gaining confidence and a degree of comfort. She had to know it was possible, even likely, that I'd see her yet she didn't seem to care and this just aroused me more. I knew I was giving a show and I wanted to make it a good one - then, as I began wondering how and where to come, she casually walked in. She walked in while I was naked, hard, jerking, masturbating, showing off and so, so close to shooting my load. I looked straight into her eyes and saw an expression of intrigue, of apprehensive confidence if that's not a contradiction, of submission maybe too. I saw her take in the whole scene and finally rest her gaze on my cock and my jerking. Part of me wanted to let go right then and shoot cum all over the floor, but I didn't, I eased back and slowed my hand, finally stopping. I just stood there. "Do all boys play with their cocks like that?" she asked. "I guess so," I said, "There are many ways to do it, but they're all about the same." She stepped gingerly toward me without removing her gaze from my cock, until she was standing about an arm's length away. "Dad?" she said. She called me Dad occasionally although more commonly used my name. "Dad, what we talked about at dinner... you know, touching...touching a penis...can I touch yours?" she said. I cleared my throat, pausing, not for effect, but for composure and said, "If you like, you can." She stepped closer and gently, so gently, reached out her hand and held my cock. She wrapped her fingers slowly around my shaft and just held it. I suspect that the heat and the hardness and the flinching of excitement were all so new to her that she needed a second or two to relax. She then began to very slowly move her hand up and down my cock gripping with just enough pressure to move the skin of my uncut cock in that sensual way that with each upward stroke. Her movement just slightly pulled my balls up, and each downward stroke let them down again. Emily began to get comfortable and slowly explored and experimented with different strokes, different pressures. She changed hands and tried with two hands. She cupped my balls with one hand while she squeezed my cock with the other. Then, she took a finger and slowly rubbed over the head of my cock, rubbing the pre-cum all over my pulsating purple head and the looked up at me "Dad, I want to feel what it's like to do a blowjob." I just smiled. She opened her mouth and then, quite abruptly, wrapped her lips around my cock, taking in the head and then pausing. I sensed that, in addition to absorbing the situation and sensation, she was figuring out what to do next. I was so used the developed craft of cock sucking from my well practiced wife, whose expertise had been honed from her teenage endeavors through her 'suck anything that's offered' college phase to the repertoire of skills she had today. What she did next was slowly jerk my cock while holding her mouth steady around the head, then gradually she shifted the movement from her hand to her mouth, then to her head as she slowly started bobbing up and down on my cock. The sensation was amazing and was probably intensified by the state I was in, by the taboo nature of it all and the knowledge that this was the very first cock she'd sucked. I could so easily have blown my load right there but thought better of it. I imagined how off-putting a surprise semen shot would be; it wasn't as though she'd ever seen a cock explode before, and I didn't want to shock her like that. I'd been in a similar position too, in my few and far between gay experiences. I remembered the first time I sucked a cock and was fearful of him shooting in my mouth, and then later in life when I wanted it to happen, I recalled the trepidation as I anticipated that hot shot of come on the back of my throat. When it actually happened it was great, but I'd been where Emily was and I wanted to take it easy. "Emily," I said, "You're going to make me cum very soon, you're doing such a great job." "Mmmm," was the reply. "Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" I asked. She stopped. She paused, and looked at me. "Is that what is supposed to happen?" she said. "Do you cum in Mom's mouth?" "Sometimes, but not always," I replied. "It all depends whether she wants me to or whether she wants to watch me cum" "I want to watch you cum," Emily said as she wrapped her mouth around my cock again and started sucking and bobbing. She slowed down her sucking; it seemed as though she naturally knew what to do, and placed her hand around my cock gradually increasing the speed of her strokes and the pressure of her grip, all the while holding the head of my cock in her mouth. Then it happened, the point of no return, and she knew it too. She moved her mouth away and continued to jerk my cock with an ever tightening grip, and then I exploded. Between the first jet of cum and the second she gripped me hard, forcing the pressure up until, with just the slightest release from her I shot two more streams of cum all over her shirt. She kept holding, as the climax slowed she held my cock and looked intently at the cum dribbling from the end. "Suck it again," I said, "taste my cum, so you know what to expect next time." She did, and she held my cock in her mouth as it slowly deflated. After perhaps a minute she stood up, her tee shirt covered in my cum. "Let's take this off and get it in the laundry," I said as I gently lifted her shirt over her head. For the very first time, I took in the splendor of her magnificent breasts, right there in front of me, right there in a situation where I could feel them, right there where I had so longed them to be. I placed my hands on her waist and slowly and gently moved them up her torso to the side of each breast, then carefully slid them under each breast caressing them, feeling their weight and softness. I bent down and opened my mouth around her nipple and, with a little lick and a suck, felt the splendor and arousal and smelled her sexiness. "Mom's home tomorrow," she said. "I know that we won't tell her about this but we need to get my shirt washed so she doesn't find it...she'd be so mad if she saw that and she'd think I was being a slut at school." Caught By My Step-Daughter Ch. 03 Still to this day I can't believe that happened, that I finally got to see and feel my step daughter's wonderful titties, that she held my cock in her hands and that she, this sweet girl that I'd parented for so many years, had my cock in her mouth! She sucked my cock for Christ's sake! Should I feel remorse? Be scared? She's old enough, after all, but have I corrupted her? Led her astray? Nope, I don't think so. She's been teasing me so much over the last year or so with her provocative dress and her sneaky ways so I think she was already 'astray' if that's what it is. I wanted more and I wanted to find out whether she was fucking boys at school or what; I couldn't believe that all those energies were directed just at me. Anyway, the night that it happened and for many more after I just couldn't get it out of my mind - that feeling, that sight, that sensation, that thrill. Even when I was with my wife my mind was elsewhere. Emily and I didn't say anything about that night for a few days and when we did it was a little awkward - at least to start, and it was she who brought it up first. "Dad," she said, "You didn't tell Mom did you? You know, about the other night, like, er, we said we wouldn't, didn't we?" "Of course not, Emily, I've not told anyone and won't," I replied. "What we did was wrong and it shouldn't have happened, but I won't tell anyone." "What do you mean it was wrong, you didn't like it?" she said "Oh, no it's not that," I said, "I liked it very much, all of it, in fact I've liked everything we did and I love the way you've been teasing me." "Is that OK?" Emily replied. "The teasing? I know it's a bit mean but I like doing it. I like it when I catch you looking at my titties. Me and Amy talk about it all the time, it's like you're a cool Dad but not really my Dad and anyway, we caught you doing it once and it made us laugh, that's why we started doing it on purpose." It might be argued that this conversation opened a gate, perhaps not a flood gate, more like a door to continued adventures. Emily enjoyed it, I did, and whatever 'it' was going to be, it seemed like we were both, not just cool with it, but intent on doing more of it. Nothing else happened immediately, nothing else actually happened for quite a few days but when it did it built upon all the earlier things and the tension that had been building since we talked and, I sensed, a desire on both our parts to do more of 'it'. I've mentioned before that it was my feeling that her teasing was deliberate, albeit a by-product of the loose clothes and teenage naivety but now, I know it was deliberate and now, while those very same things happen, they are punctuated now; much more deliberate and provocative, no more 'accidents' - it's all out teasing and escalating sexuality. This 'new world' seems to have endless opportunity for her, limited only by her daring and mood. This wasn't the first of the new teases but it did push the boundary: we (the whole family) were preparing and eating dinner so there was much activity in the kitchen and the open dining room. My wife and her son were at the table in conversation while I was in the kitchen when Emily came over to 'help'. Chatting to me as I plated the meal, she leant across the island, she on one side with her back to her Mom and me on the kitchen side. She very carefully pulled down the neckline of her shirt and gently removed her breast, caressing it in her hand and rubbing her nipple with her licked finger. All I could think of was reaching over and touching but I couldn't, I really couln't risk that and she knew it. The smile on her face was incredible, it was so knowing, so 'I love teasing you Dad', so 'you want to touch me again, don't you Dad'. And, behind her, her mother and brother talked, in full view of me but with no idea. This was obviously part of the 'it' for her too. That may have been one of the first steps back into that rhythm and back to the teasing but it had a bold new face and it was just the beginning of a behavior change that seemed destined to lead us father down that path, only we were moving quickly. She continued being much more blatant with her teasing from lifting up her shirt, pulling down the neck-line to flash her tits, grabbing and squeezing them through her shirt. It got to the point that perhaps every day she'd do something, and some days she'd do ten things! One of her favorite 'tricks' was when we talked on the stairs. Often she'd be upstairs leaning on the baluster rail and I'd be down in the entry hall having a quick talk about something routine and almost every time she'd bare her breasts in some way, a quick flash one day, licking her nipples another or, best of all, she'd rest those wonderful orbs on the railing. If there were others in the house and close by, it would be a fleeting split second. If they were elsewhere it might be a bit prolonged and if we were alone, like those occasional school mornings it was blatant. That morning ritual for Emily always remained the same, and tame, expect when her Mom was away. Perhaps once a month she'd have a business trip for a few days and it was those days I looked forward to. Emily's routine didn't change, just her attire. While it was normally a bra or a shirt when Mom was home, when she was away it was topless, yes topless. She'd still go back and forth to the bathroom, she'd still do her things, but she'd do it topless and while I didn't stop and stare, we pretended nothing was unusual; I'd come and go, we'd chat, I'd look, she'd watch me look and occasionally she'd grab them and play for a short second. I wanted to push the exhibitionist stuff more and differently. So, after some thought and in consideration of both her open-mindedness and not-so-subtle flashing I decided to try something new. Emily would get home from school at the same time every day and I, with the luxury of working from home when I wasn't traveling, was always there when she got off the bus. Sometimes, in fact most times, she was alone, but occasionally she'd have a friend with her - most often Amy. On this day I'd been working alone all day (my wife was away again) and had decided that I'd push the envelope with Emily a bit (and hope that today might be one of those days that Amy was with her). For most of the day I'd been naked, sitting at my desk, attending those conference calls, managing my responsibilities as I always do, only naked. I have to say that it's quite a thrill to be talking with client while sitting naked and playing with your cock...if only they knew! The time was approaching when Emily's bus would stop, I'd hear the noise of the brakes then the sound of the key in the door and she'd be home. Today, though, she'd see something new if she looked in my office. Which she did. Usually she'd pop her head in to announce her arrival, which she did. Only today I was there, relaxed in my chair jerking my cock when she looked in. I didn't stop, but instead gave her a look, one which I intended to be an 'oh-my-gosh, you've caught me!' look. She just stared, then relaxed and leant against the door frame and quietly watched. I could tell she was contemplating her next move as she put her back-pack down and slowly and very sexily ran her hands down her sides, over her hips and then between her legs. Pausing for a second she gradually started to rub her pussy through jeans and, as she watched me jerk my cock, she keep a similar rhythm on herself. So there I am openly, nakedly, jerking my cock while she, rather like a clothed stripper, caressed her delicious curves, participating in my masturbation by working on herself. Was she really aroused as she masturbate herself, was she playing a role to tease me or was she inviting me to engage with her? It became clear. She walked over to me. "I want to see you make yourself cum," she said. "I want to watch you jerk your cock, I want you to do what Mom makes you do." She just stood there, right over me, watching. And then, with a consideration that showed how well she understood, she took off her tee-short, removed her bra and played with her tits saying: "I want to see you cum, Daddy. How does Mom make you cum, does she make you jerk off for her?" And I did, I couldn't hold it back, I couldn't control it, I just shot it all over my belly and chest. "Is that what Mom likes?" she said. "Well," I replied, "It depends. Sometimes she just like me to lay next to her jerk off, other times I jerk it after we've been fucking and cum on her tits, but I like it best when she watches me jerk off and lets me shoot cum on her face or in her mouth." "Oh wow!" said Emily, "That sounds kinda dirty in a naught sort of way." Later that evening when everything had quieted down I was in bed reading. I'd talked to my wife a who was a few time zones away and then given the phone to Emily who, some thirty minutes later, came back into my room to give me the phone back. Freshly showered and wrapped in a towel we chatted about what Mom was doing. She sat on the side of the bed and told me little of what she and Mom had talked about and then she said: "Dad, when I said I didn't tell anyone, you know, about the thing we did, I lied because I did, I did tell someone." My heart skipped in panic thinking that she may have told her Mom. "Really?" I said. "Was that a good idea?" "Well I only told Amy," she replied. "We're really close and she won't tell anyone, I promise. And besides, she thinks it's cool and she likes the teasing and we talk about that and the way you look and stuff. And anyway, when I told you that she did a blow job, that's a secret too." "Well, I know that," I said. "I wouldn't tell anyone about that." "Amy told me about doing that BJ," Emily went on. "She said that he had a small penis and I know she's seen a few boys cocks so she knows that it was small. And she also thinks that you have a big one." "How does she know?" I said. "Did you tell her?" "Well," Emily said. "You don't know this but there was a day, quite a while ago, when we saw you, well, jerking off." "What! When was that?" I asked. "You were on your bed and Mom was out and we heard something and spied on you," she said. I knew exactly when that was but I never knew if they saw, until now. Emily went on to explain that she'd told Amy all about what happened, about her seeing me naked in the bedroom and that her 'Dad' was excited when they teased him and that they knew he was looking at their titties - which was as much fun for Amy as it was for Emily. She also said that Amy wanted to see my cock again but touch it like Emily had done. All the while, through this conversation, Emily was sitting on the edge of my bed and, whether deliberately or accidentally the towel had slowly been slipping down. She pretended not to notice but I'm sure she knew full-well that one of her titties was in full view and the other would be any second. I put my hand on her thigh and slowly stroked her leg, initially in a fatherly way but quickly that changed and my hand started heading slowly upwards and slid around her butt. She put her hand right on my cock, feeling it slowly through the thin summer comforter, encouraging it to get hard, stroking with her fingers and then squeezing and jerking. Then, without word or warning, she pulled back the covers and took my cock in her hand, holding it straight up and moving her grip right down to the base which made it look so big sticking up like that. She bent down to slowly, licked the big head and slowly eased it into her mouth. This movement of her body bared her breasts as the towel gave up any grip it might have had and then slipped from her thigh and fell to the floor. Completely naked, her position had shifted and she was now on her knees bobbing her head slowly on my cock with her cute little butt in the air. She looked me straight in the eyes as she sucked and then as my hand moved gingerly from her butt to between her legs she raised her eyebrows and, best she could with my cock in her mouth, smiled. My fingers moved slowly between her cheeks and paused momentarily as I felt the warm wetness of her pussy. Easing my finger between folds, feeling the pulsing swollenness of her clit, I gently penetrated her. I could see and feel her breasts move across my thighs as she licked and sucked my cock and developed a rhythm in her hips to match, or perhaps guide, my finger in and out of her pussy. She paused and barely taking her mouth from my cock she said: "Dad, I want you to cum in my mouth tonight." Caught By My Step-Daughter Ch. 04 "There are times when your Mom likes to surprise suck me. Like in the car when we're driving, or at the movies, she once even sucked me in a restaurant." I said. "I'm glad you liked it Dad." Emily said, "I did, and I've been looking forward to it and it was just as good as they said, as Amy and the others said it would be." "You've talked to them about this?" I asked. "Oh yes." she said, "we talk about boys all the time and their cocks, and some of the girls, like Amy, like I told you, have sucked boys. Some have made them cum and some like it and some say it's yucky, but mostly they say it's good and I think so too." Emily sat there on the bed as we chatted, naked, on her knees, between my legs with what I was sure was a little cum still on her face just on the side of her chin. Our conversation drifted to more normal things; when was her Mom coming home and when was her brother due back? At that very moment we heard the front door open and an "I'm home" bellowed, followed by "is there any dinner left, I'm starving". Her mom came home the next day and family life returned to normal. Well, the new normal, because there was no way that now it could be 'normal'. We'd gone from teasing innocently to teasing on purpose, from 'accidental' flashing to manufacturing situations to flash, to candid conversations about sex to where we were now; that this little girl has sucked my cock more than once, has made me cum, has felt my fingers in her pussy. This is not normal but it is great and we now need to either stop or learn how to handle a growing and increasingly complex situation, with so much risk attached. The next few weeks were a strange balance of teasing and restraint. I so wanted to have my cock in that girls mouth again but the opportunity didn't arise, at least not without too much risk attached. So we settled for the teasing or, more accurately, I enjoyed the continued purposeful, deliberate efforts of Emily to flash her titties. Her repertoire increased and she began to test out some new 'innocent' ways of pushing the teasing and contact boundary. These included grabbing my cock in the most public of family situations like when we were watching TV, she and I on the sofa and, when Mom wasn't looking, she leaned over to give me a hug and her hand slipped down and squeezed my cock. Then there was the time when we were at a local restaurant, she and her Mom sitting one side of the booth and me the other. In the middle of eating I felt her foot abruptly between my legs - I jumped in surprise but then, realizing what she was doing, sat back and enjoyed as she teased my cock with her toes, rubbed her feet up my thighs and as far up my shorts as she could. I was so hard by the time we got up to leave that it was obvious to anyone who might have looked that my cock was straining and, I was pretty sure my wife saw that arousal. And, as it turned out, I was right. As Emily got in the back I opened the car door for my wife; she gave me a kiss and said 'thanks' and, as she got in, she grabbed my cock and whispered: "I want that when we get home." I couldn't wait. Although it did feel strange that my cock and my libido were 'up' because of my step daughter and my wife was going to get it; I wasn't sure who I really wanted and hadn't yet let my imagination run to the next level...both of them. Shortly after we arrived home my wife said with a knowing look: "I'm off to bed, you coming?" "Be right behind you." I said as she went upstairs. Downstairs with Emily I could hear the shower and knew that she'd be quick and in bed in 5 minutes. Emily took full advantage of this little window and asked: "Dad, did you like me playing with you with my feet?" "I did." I said. "And you Mom liked the outcome; she saw my hard cock when we were leaving." "Does that mean she wants to suck you tonight Daddy?" Emily asked and then said: "I'd like to suck you too Daddy, right now." She touched my cock through my shorts and said: "Dad, get it out quickly so I can suck you." I did, with her eager help and was standing there in the kitchen with my cock and balls out and she got on her knees and feverously starting sucking me. I could have shot a load in seconds but had to hold back and had to make this just the quickest of quickies. "Emily." I said. "Your Mom is waiting for me, we'll have to finish this another day." "OK Dad." She replied. As I left I remained Emily to turn off the lights when she came up to bed. "See you in the morning, love you, g'night." I said as I went upstairs. My wife was in bed waiting and I quickly joined her and felt her naked warmth. She was lying on her side with her large boobs uncovered and, I suspected from the movement, was playing with her pussy or her asshole. I moved my hand down her body, squeezed her sexy butt and slid my fingers into her wet pussy. "What was with that big boner in the restaurant?" She asked. "Were you jerking under the table?" "No." I said. "To be honest it was your sexy boobs and cleavage that got me going." And then, without thinking I added, "And Emily's too, you both have such sexy titties, like mother, like daughter." "Now you keep away from my daughter." She joked. If only you knew, I thought. We quickly got into it. Kissing and touching, stroking and wrapping around each other. I licked her pussy and her asshole and made her cum and then, as we typically do, she turned her attention to sucking my cock ripping back the covers and kneeling in front of me, licking my balls, licking my ass and bringing me to that 'oh so hard' state that she likes before rolling over and saying: "I want you inside me, now." We fucked and we fucked, this way and that and then, when I rolled her over to take her from behind, up on her knees I caught sight of it. I caught sight of Emily peeking through the half open door; 'Wow' I thought, she's been watching all of this. I knew she could see me and I was sure that she knew I could see her, but her Mom's face was out of sight deep in the pillows. She opened the door just a little more so I could see her face and she looked at me. That knowing grin and, as best as I could tell, her hand down the front of her pants. She watched as I fucked her Mom, she heard her Mom wincing and moaning, she heard me say; "Babe, I going to cum, I'm going to shoot all over your butt." "Go ahead, babe." She replied. "I want to feel you cum dripping down my ass. And I did. I pulled out, grabbing my cock and jerking it those last few seconds to control a nice orgasm and jets of cum spraying all over her butt. "OOOOh." I groaned, and I looked Emily straight in the eyes while cumming all over her Mom. Emily snuck away as I rubbed my cum all over Mom's ass so she missed watching her Mom roll over and take my deflating cock in her mouth, sucking up the last drops. We kissed and I tasted my cum then slumped into a cozy, warm sleep. The next day I couldn't wait for Emily to come home from school. I anticipated what might happen but was a little disappointed when she did; she popped her head my office and said: "Hi Dad, I'm going to my room, I've got lots of homework." "OK babe." I replied and continued on with my work. After an hour or so I went upstairs to get something and passing Emily's room was about to say "How's it going?" when I peeked through the half open door and saw a sight to behold. Emily was kneeling on the floor and lying face down with her upper body on the bed, reading, her butt in the air facing me. She was a naked except for a large tee-shirt and had her hand between her legs fingering her pussy. She penetrated herself with two fingers and then pulled out and started rubbing her clit with fast aggressive strokes. I opened the door a little more and gave away my presence; she turned her head slowly and looked at me then turned and sat on the bed, legs apart and continued. The other hand lifted her shirt exposing one breast which she then massaged before rubbing and pulling at her nipple. "Dad." She said. "I watched you and Mom for a while last night. I saw her suck you and I saw you lick her pussy. I want you to lick mine too. Now." I walked over to her and without a word knelt down, she lay back on the bed as my hands rested on her thighs and I, very gently, and very slowly, leaned my head in closer to her lovely pussy. The first touch was the tip of my tongue making a long slow stroke, parting her lips and tasting her, penetrating her oh so very slightly and then slowly circling her clit. I repeated this again with just a little more pressure as she shuddered and let out just the slightest whimper. It didn't take long before she was on the edge of cumming, with just my tongue doing all the work, and when she did she gripped my head with her legs and held me tight to her as the last few strokes on her clit took her over the edge. For those few seconds of her orgasm I slowed down and increased the pressure of my tongue and then stopped just when I sensed she wanted me to. I stayed there, her grip gradually lessening and felt her relax. I so wanted to get my hard cock out and fuck her right then. Perhaps she did too, but that was pushing things. OK, we'd done a lot of 'wrong' things, but actually fucking my step daughter! The thought was quickly replaced with a mild panic; we both heard the car door shut and knew that Mom was home and that she'd be walking in the front door in a few seconds. "Can I get some help with the groceries please." she yelled. "No need to shout." I said, appearing from my office. "I'm right here." "Where's Emily?" she asked "Oh, she's been upstairs doing homework since she got home." I said as we walked out to unload the car. The next weekend started early when Emily came home on Friday with Amy. They said hello and announced that Amy way staying over Friday night and would I run her home later to pick up some things. Friday night came and went with no excitements and Saturday started, at least for my wife and her son, on a busy note. The boy had a competition to go to and my wife was having a shopping day with friends so they were both up and out by 9. Once they left I actually got back into bed. I could relax, with my coffee and radio and the newspaper for an hour or so. And I could also think about the two girls sleeping in Emily's room. As I came back upstairs I peeked in and they were both asleep in Emily's double bed. It was obviously warm because the comforter was push away and their short shorts allowed a little piece of sexy butt to show. Amy was wearing a very lose tank-top and one of her titties was out in the open, I'd never has the chance to take in the beauty of her titties in such a leisurely way before. Not wishing to disturb them I went to my room with my coffee and paper. Perhaps an hour passed before I heard them stirring, I heard them talking and then go downstairs. My mind was racing remembering Emily's comments about Amy wanting to see my cock and wondering whether they'd make a move. I'd decided that I wasn't; it was enough that I was doing those things with Emily, but one of her friends, that was too risky. A short while later they came back upstairs and Emily came in my room and said: "Dad." in that 'I want something Daddy please' tone of voice. "Dad, can we talk to you please." "Sure." I said. And in they both came in. Emily jumped up on the bed and kneeled next to me while Amy stood. "Dad, would you take us to the mall today?" She asked, which was a euphemism for "Dad will you give us some money and take us to the mall". "Mmmm? I don't know." I replied, isn't there something else you want to do. "Oh please." they said in unison. Then Emily beckoned Amy to sit on the bed while she straddled over me to kneel on my other side. "OK. I'll take you, what do you want to get?" I replied. "Thank you, Thank you!" was their reply and Emily leaned all over me in a big huggy way. "Thank you." said Amy and she copied Emily, giving me a big body hug too. As she did I could feel her breast pressing on the back of my hand and then as she lifted off her lose tank top just hung there and both of those beautiful titties were in full view, in all their detail just inches from my face. They went on to explain their plan, they wanted to go to this store and that, they hoped to meet so and so and get a frozen yoghurt and, quite honestly, I heard little of the details. What they didn't explain was their plan for right now but I think they had one. Amy adjusted her tank but not to recover her modesty, quite the opposite, she pulled it down so that her boobs were clearly visible through the gaping arm hole and one was essentially uncovered as the fabric drifted over. On my left was Emily, wearing one of those very very lose tee shirts with a neck line as big as her shoulders that I think is supposed to be worn over another shirt, but not in this case. She was kneeling forward so that this gaping hole allowed me to see the splendor of her titties, hanging there and jiggling with every movement. I couldn't help but be aroused, I wanted so much to touch those boobs and suck them and I knew if it was just Emily I could, but Amy too? The tension was escalated and relieved at the same time when Emily said: "Dad, thank you for taking us shopping." And she lay across me giving me another big body hug. But this time she placed her hand on my cock and gently squeezed it feeling its growing hardness. She lay there for a second or two and as she slowly lifted herself up my hand slipped from her back, around her side and gently across her boob. I don't think Amy saw me touch Emily but I'm pretty sure that she saw Emily touch my cock; after all it was right in front of her. Then Amy did the same thing; she said "Thank you" again and leaned over giving me the same big lying on me body hug and, to my surprise, she did the same thing to me, albeit more gingerly; she touched my cock and felt its hardness though the covers pausing for a second or two to take in what she was feeling. But as she sat up she didn't remove her hand. "I told you it was big." Emily said to Amy. "Can we see it Dad? She said. "Will you show your cock to Amy?" I didn't answer, I didn't need to, Emily moved so that she could pull the covers down, Amy got up from the bed and helped. They slowly pulled until my nakedness was completely exposed and they could see the full extent of my hard cock and pulsing balls. Emily crossed her arms and pulled her shirt over her head revealing those wonderful breasts, she looked at Amy as if to say "now it's you turn like we agreed" and Amy did the same thing and did so with enthusiasm, no sexy slowness, she pretty much ripped her tank-top off. Her breasts were smaller than Emily's, not bouncy, but beautiful non-the-less. They looked firmer and more pointed with large areola and that wonderful olive complexion that gave the look of a girl who tanned topless. I reached up to touch but first looked at her face for approval and, having got it, slowly took one of her titties in my hand feeling its firmness and softness at the same time. Emily reached down for my cock and gently took it in her hand, lifting it so that it pointed straight up and then sliding her hand right down to its base. They looked at each other and then back at my cock, it seemed as though another pre-planned thing was about to happen. "Go on then." Said Emily. "Do it." Amy looked at me, looked at Emily again and the slowly bent down and, without touching it with her hands, she opened her mouth wide and took my cock inside. Once it was as far in as she could easily manage she closed around it and gently pulled her head back so that just the very tip of my head was held in her pouting lips, then, with an expertise belied by her tender age she drew me back in slowly and much deeper, I could feel the back of her throat, pausing for a second before slowly building up a rhythm. All the while Emily kept her thumb and forefinger firmly planted round the base as if she was 'offering' a gift to her friend. Amy eased off the rhythm, slowed to a stop and I, thinking that she was passing the 'baton' reached up to Emily's boob thinking I'd encourage her to take over. I was wrong, Amy's move was to prepare for a slow sensual engulfment of my whole cock - she could deep throat! She sucked me in to the back of her throat, I could feel the pressure around the end of my cock and then she gently pushed down slowly taking in the last 3 or 4 inches until her nose was buried in my groin. She just held me there and with some control of her throat pulsed a pressure around my cock for the few seconds she could hold her breath. She released me, not in a quick panic for breath, but in a slow sexy way, inch by inch until my cock fell from her mouth and the strings of saliva stretched then broke. Emily took over, her style so different, but no less enjoyable she playfully bobbed up and down on me. While she was doing this Amy craftily reached over and touched Emily's breast, gently caressing it and without causing Emily to react. At first I thought 'maybe she thinks it's me' but she moved closer to Amy, giving her more room to move and I realized that she knew; I guessed they'd done that before. Emily released me and sat upright, she replaced her mouth with her hand and looked at Amy who now leaned over me and took one of Emily's nipples in her mouth. The sight of them touching in this way, Emily's head rolled back, her eyes closed and the feeling of her hand wrapped around my cock was more than I could handle...I so wanted to shoot my load right then. "Dad." Emily sighed. "We want to see you cum, like you did on Mum, we want to watch you jerk yourself." Amy nodded and added: "We do." "And where do you want me to cum?" I asked. "Well." Said Emily. "Where would you like to cum?" "I want to cum on your faces." I replied. "I want you to both kneel on the floor and suck me some more, and then when I cum I'll shoot over your faces and in your mouths." "Just like in the porno's." Amy said. "Just like in the porno's." I repeated, wondering how much of that stuff they'd been exposed to and how much of this they'd got from that fantasy land. They shuffled off the bed and kneeled, obediently on the floor. Emily sucked me first while Amy's hand cupped my balls and then they switched, Amy taking my cock in her hand and, just like Emily had done wrapped her fingers around the base, before she took me in her mouth. She sucked and sucked, aggressively and noisily while Emily watched and cupped her breasts as if to provide a cum target. Just like my step daughter Amy knew when I was about to cum. She released my cock from her mouth but not her hand which gripped tighter and started to jerk me rapidly. As the first jet of cum was released she opened her mouth to catch, as the second came she pointed me to Emily's face and then for the third she put my cock back in her mouth and drew me in as I pulsed decreasing amounts of cum into her. She swallowed and then let go of my cock. I stood there, shaking a little at the knees in a combination of orgasmic release and the inevitable realization of the next crazy level this had reached. I looked at the girls who were looking at each other, smiling, almost giggling, with what appeared to be a sense of satisfaction on their faces. Amy reached over and rubbed the cum that had missed Emily's mouth into her boobs and chest and then kissed her, just a peck, but on the lips.