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Emma and Seduction Ch. 01

By: LorenzoAbajos



It was the summer of the year. My marriage to Erica took place right at end of the school year. Now we were living together in my home. It was just Erica and me, and her daughter Emma. I'm Richard. No one had ever called me Dick. It may be because I'm rather formal in my personality. 

We met when Erica came to work at the university. I was a professor of English, and Erica was a new instructor. She divorced her husband some years earlier. Then she attended a private college, and finished her degrees in English. She was rather old to be starting out as an instructor, but she loved the work. 

She was thirty-eight years old. She married while still in college, because she was pregnant. Her daughter, Emma, was born and Erica didn't finish her education at that time. She became a mother and housewife. When she broke up after ten years she decided to complete college, and finished her BA, MA, and PhD in just six years. 

We fell in love after one semester and decided to marry. I barely met her daughter, who turned eighteen at the beginning of her college year, just as Erica was beginning her new career. Emma was at a private school that her father's family was paying for. In any case, our marriage happened at the end of our winter semester. Emma was out of school, and we moved in together. I had a large house just off campus. 

I was fifty-six years old. Since I was a full professor I didn't have any courses to lecture during the summer. Erica, on the other hand, was instructing three courses, and was gone most of each day. She was either teaching, or advising, or holding office hours. I was at home, doing my preparations for the coming fall semester, and my own writing. 

Emma was there at home most of the time. My backyard had a privacy fence. She was working on her tan quite a bit, or else she was in her room, playing her music. She also had her own television, so she could entertain herself with that. She seemed to be a rather quiet girl, and Erica told me she was devoted to her father. She missed him.

I married Erica because I loved her. But I also desired her. She was a lovely woman. I never married before, and was rather naive with women. But she was so easy to get to know. In fact, she was the first to make a sexual move during one of our early dates together. Making love to her was wonderful. She taught me some things, and I was grateful for that. Our marriage was going to be a success.

It may sound odd in this day and age, but I had only two other lovers in my life, before Erica. My first sweetheart was in high school. We had lost our virginity together. It was not a perfect introduction to making love. I was naive, and so was she. We stumbled through the sex act, were rather embarrassed by it all, and never tried it again.

The second woman I made love too was some years later. I was thirty-eight years old, an associate professor at a large university, and my fellows learned of my lack of education in the sexual field. At a large faculty party I became rather inebriated, and a friend apparently placed me with a senior coed. I didn't remember her at all. I just know that we made love. I assume it was unprotected. I didn't really remember anything.

Now I needed to make friends with Erica's daughter. It would be so awkward if Emma and I couldn't get along. She took after her mother. She was a pretty girl. She would turn nineteen at the end of the summer. Her hair was brown, usually in braids, and she was tall for a girl. She was almost as tall as me. She didn't appear to have any of the shyness that some girls had. She was rather forthright, as a matter of fact. 

I noticed how desirable she was as she sunbathed in her bikini. The patio was right outside my library. I had some french doors that opened to the outside. Looking out I couldn't help but see her right there in the bright sunlight. Her breasts were small, and she was slight. She didn't have a lot of fat, but she wasn't skinny, either. Just right, as a matter of fact. I did find her attractive. Her legs were especially nice. 

After a few days we settled into a routine. Erica and I would arise, and she would prepare for going to campus. I would get up also, so I could do my work around the house. Emma was allowed to sleep in. She was out of school and this was her vacation, after all. Then, after two or three hours, I would hear Emma up and about. She prepared her own breakfast, usually cereal, but I would cook for her if she asked. She smelled so good there at the kitchen table. 

We didn't have long conversations, but we spoke, and it seemed that she and I were coming to terms with our new situation. She was even smiling at me as we talked. That was pleasant. I tried to keep the feelings I was having from overwhelming me. I knew it was wrong to lust for my stepdaughter. I couldn't help getting hard sometimes as I looked at her out the window. I had to struggle not to become erect as I spoke to her in the kitchen or the living room. 

Emma seemed to be a very demonstrative girl. She was quite often touching me as she spoke. Her delicate hands would reach out and pat my arm, or my leg, if we happened to be sitting at the table together. She would even call me Dick. I didn't correct her. I wanted her to like me, after all. But I didn't touch her in return. I knew it might be wrong. However, when Erica came home after work I needed some relief. 

As soon as Erica arrived at the house I would hear her come in. I would sometimes go out and draw her into our bedroom. She knew what that meant. I wanted her, and she was eager to please. Erica did enjoy sex. All kinds. I could see she was often worried about Emma noticing. But Emma would usually be outside on the patio.

Erica loved to be fucked in every way I could. And I often needed it, because her daughter had aroused deep feelings of lust in me. I could be forceful, and she didn't mind. She liked it that way, and would become vocal as I fucked her deep and rough. My cock would ram my new wife and she would squeal out her passion. She was a great lover. I was learning to fulfill her needs. 

On the weekends Erica would join her daughter out on the patio. They would both sunbathe in their bikinis. They could be sisters. The two were quite similar in form, and in personality, too. I watched out the library windows. I admit I took out my cock and stroked it as I watched the two of them. I masturbated for a long time, holding back as I approached climax, but finally shooting out spurts of sperm into a handkerchief. I wasn't quite sure which one had made me cum. Perhaps both. 

One Saturday afternoon Erica came into the house in her bikini. I took her hand to go into the master bedroom. She was smiling. I glanced over at Emma as we walked away, and she smiled too. I wasn't sure what that meant, but I wanted my wife. I wanted some pussy. I needed to make love to her. And I knew she wouldn't mind. 

This time I hadn't jerked off. I was very horny and I wanted to do things to my wife. I almost ripped her clothes off, as she giggled like a girl. I liked the sound of that. I was stripping quickly also. When we were both naked I pushed her down onto the bed and I did something I hadn't done before. She had never asked, but I had read about it, of course. I was going to perform cunnilingus on her. I was going to eat her pussy, as they say. 

"Oh, my, Richard! Where did you learn to do that? Very sweet, dear. Oh, god, yes, right there Richard." 

I was a quick learner. I always had been. And I liked what I was doing. I often wondered why Erica kept her pussy hairless. Perhaps this was why. It was a pity I hadn't thought of this before. I enjoyed licking her pussy. It was an unusual taste, but it made my erection extremely hard. I was eager to fuck her when she climaxed from the pussy eating I was doing. 

"Jesus, god, that is so fucking good. Richard, you're my big lover. Oh, baby, eat me. I keep cumming Richard." 

She was coming for me. And letting me know it. That was pleasant. It made me even harder to think that perhaps Emma could hear her mother. I thought of Emma, and I rose up and rammed my prick into my wife's cunt.

"You want that, Erica! You want me to fuck you now? Take my prick, take it, take me, god, take my cock."

I was thrusting very roughly. I think Erica was moaning loudly, but my own groans were loud enough. I kept fucking her with long, slow thrusts, and then speeding up, to keep fucking her into submission. She was crying out as she had orgasm after orgasm. My sperm was finally filling her cunt, as I came and came. It was so much, and I wanted it so badly. I knew Emma could hear us. I knew she could. I hoped she could. 

We had dinner that evening, and it was pleasant. Erica was very happy. That was good to see. I believed I had pleased her, and that was important in any marriage. As we dined Emma was smiling often, as if she had a secret. 

"You look happy tonight, Emma, dear. What have you been doing besides lying out in the sun, while your poor mom is slaving away with classwork?" 

"Oh, Mom, I'm good. Just trying to do some writing. You know I like to do that. I suppose I should show you some of it, Dick. You could give me some honest criticism." She put her hand on my thigh and smiled at me. 

"Well, I'm sure he could do that. Maybe you shouldn't call him Dick, though. No one does, dear." 

"Ah, my dear. I don't mind at all. If she likes that name, it's fine with me. Of course, Emma. Just bring me your manuscripts and I shall be glad to look them over. I didn't realize you were writing. That's lovely my dear." 

She rubbed my thigh and smiled at me. I patted her hand. I wasn't sure, but I may have blushed. I felt my face flushing. We finished eating and spent the evening watching a movie using the DVD player. Erica and Emma had brought that into the house, with their other things, after the wedding. 

On Monday afternoon Emma tapped at my library door. She came in with some papers in her hand. I was at my desk going over the syllabi for the fall semester. I smiled at her and she came over and sat on the chair next to my desk. I rolled out on my chair. She had on some bright, crimson lipstick. I glanced down at her pretty legs, and she wasn't wearing shoes. Such pretty feet. She was wearing a very short sundress. She crossed her legs. I had to cross mine, too. 

"So Dick, I have some stories here. And a poem, also. You said you wouldn't mind looking at them." She laid them on my desk, and her hand patted my thigh.

"Of course, of course. Right. I did say that. I look forward to reading them."

"You're a nice man, Dick. I haven't told you that before. But, you know, I think you're making my Mom very happy. I love my Dad, but he wasn't that great a husband. I can tell, you're good at it." 

I was flushing again. I wasn't sure how to respond. "Thank you Emma. You must know I adore your mother. She's been all I ever wanted in a wife." 

"Everything? That's good, Dick. I'm sure she's everything you want. That's good to hear. Well, if you want to let me know if these are any good, that'd be nice, Dick. I'm going to change now. I want to get some sun before Mom comes home." 

With that she rubbed my leg, smiled, and rose. I noticed she glanced down at my lap. Oh, god, could she see my erection? She twirled about and walked away, then turned, twiddled her fingers at me, and went through the door, leaving it open. 

I was hard. So hard, and I was so ashamed. She was my stepdaughter, and I was having very bad thoughts about her. I watched Emma go out in her bikini, and wanted to masturbate. But I was going to wait for Erica.When Emma came inside I heard her go to her room, and the shower running. She stayed in there while I waited for Erica to come home. 

I could hardly stand the wait. When she arrived I grabbed her hand and rushed into the bedroom. My erection hadn't gone down and it'd been almost two hours. I was going to get some pleasure now from Erica. With glee she tossed her clothes off, and I did the same. My prick was raging. 

"Get down, Erica. Get on your knees. Come on, little girl. I need this, Erica. Suck my cock. Suck it now!" 

She hadn't done this before. Our sex life had been limited to fucking before. She liked that. And she had loved that pussy licking I had done. I hadn't really been used to anything else. But I was learning. Yes, I was learning, and I wanted a fucking blow job. 

"Umm, nice Mister Richard, very good. Momma wants that cock. Umph." 

She had taken it all into her hot mouth, and now she was running her tongue around it. I was moaning with pleasure, and her face was bobbing on my cock. I wanted to fuck her throat. I yelled out how much I wanted to fuck her face.

"Take my cock, woman. Take it all. God, I'm fucking your mouth. Oh, fuuuucckk."

Her hand was stroking my prick faster and faster. I grabbed her hair, and tried to feed her my cock, all the way into her throat. She was gagging and slurping, and her drool was running out. Her eyes were watering. I pulled out. I was afraid for a moment I had hurt her. I may have been overly eager. She looked up at my face. 

"Richard, that's alright lover. I didn't know you were like this. I can take it dear. I like it rough, baby. Give me more cock, Richard. Fuck my face, and come on it. I want your come on my face, dear." 

I wailed with lust and rammed my prick into her mouth again. She was jacking it off as I fucked her hand and mouth, and her teeth were raking along my cock, making me harder and more forceful. Jesus, she was a good fuck. I knew I was being loud. I was thinking of Emma's mouth. 

"Here it comes. I'm cumming, god, cumming. Cumminnnng." 

I pulled out, held my prick, and spurted all over my wife's face. I was gushing out and she was eagerly taking it. Just the way Emma would take it, I knew that, I thought that. Emma would take my come the way her mother did. They were the same. It kept cumming out in spurts, covering Erica's pretty face. 

At last I had finished, and she opened her eyes. She wiped the cum off of her face, licked her fingers, and grinned at me. 

"I'm learning new things about you all the time, Richard. That was fun, dear. You can do that anytime Richard. I like it. And I really liked you eating my pussy, dear. It's all fun, darling." 

I was fearful that I might have called out Emma's name as I came. I couldn't remember. But Erica would have noticed. We both showered together, and I decided to take her out to dinner. Emma would come along too, of course. But I wanted to give my wife a treat. She was the perfect wife. With a perfect daughter. 

"Emma, we're going out to dinner. Get ready dear. Put on something pretty. Richard wants to treat us." Erica was calling out to Emma through her door. She had knocked but it was locked. 

"Okay, Mom, okay. Just give me a minute. I have to take a shower, too. I'll be ready in fifteen minutes." That was Emma calling out through her locked door. I knew she had taken a shower earlier, when she came in from sunbathing. I wondered why she needed to shower again. 

That evening was pleasant. I took the two girls out to a fine dining establishment. We hadn't been there together before. The food was always great there. Since it was a Monday it wasn't too busy. We all ordered and then chatted. Erica finally excused herself to go to the ladies' room. Emma had to let her mother out. She scooted over to where I was and smiled at me.

"Do you like this Emma? I haven't been here many times. It's always been good. I hope you enjoy it." 

Her hand was on my thigh. "Dick, it's a nice place. I'm not used to eating like this, but I'll like it, I'm sure. Mom said she liked it the first time she ate here, back when she was a student here. I'm sure I'll enjoy myself a lot. This is a good end to the day, Dick. I've enjoyed it all. Haven't you, Dick? Hasn't it been a great day?" 

I stared at her. She was smiling and her lips were wet. I felt her rubbing my thigh, and I felt my prick starting to grow. Where was Erica? 

"Yes, Emma. Yes, the day's been fine. I haven't had a chance to look at your stories yet, but I just know I'll love them. Yes, everything went great today. Here comes your mother. Erica, Emma and I were talking about her stories. She mentioned you had been here before? When you were a student? Did I know that, dear?" 

Emma scooted out and let her mother in to the space beside me.

"Oh, Richard. I suppose it didn't really come up before. This university was my first college. I left school, you know, during my senior year. I got pregnant with my baby girl. You know all about my other school, where I completed all of my degrees. But I met Emma's father here. I don't really like to remember it much. He is good to our daughter, though."

We were served shortly after that. Dinner was lovely. Both girls seemed to like the food. As we left they both were saying they would love to come here again sometime. Each girl took one of my arms as we walked over to the car. I wondered if I had met Erica nineteen years ago. Perhaps. She would have been about twenty then. I could feel myself becoming erect. I would have to use my wife again when we got home. 

After Emma went to bed.

Emma and Seduction Ch. 02



My fateful summer continued. Emma was in my thoughts. Emma took up residence in my mind. Obsession. I understood what it was, but I did not understand mine. She was so alive, and young, and lovely. So very, very compelling. I couldn't resist watching her as she sunbathed in our private backyard. I was a fifty-six year old professor, who had married her thirty-eight year old mother. This was the season of learning about ourselves. 

She stopped at my door one day and quietly knocked. 

"Come in, come in." 

Emma glided into my library in her bikini. She was barefoot. Her lips were carmine. She had scarlet polish on her fingernails and on her toenails. Her long, brown hair was in braids. She was nearing her nineteenth birthday at the end of summer. She was a smaller version of her mother, but so young, and tempting. 

"Good morning, Dick. I see you're busy writing. Have you ever published anything?" 

"Yes, certainly, Emma. I have many papers published in academic journals. Have you ever heard of publish or perish? That's what's heard in college and university departments across the country. You see, if you want to rise in the academic world, as I've done, you must publish. Oh yes, I have lots of published papers." 

"Actually, I meant something more interesting than that. Have you published novels, or poems? Something that real people would read?" 

"Ah, I see. Yes, yes, I've had four books of poetry published. And one book of short stories. They haven't really done too well in the market place, but I'm rather proud of them." 

I rose up, went to my bookshelves, and found my own books there. I took the volumes out and handed them to Emma. She held them and glanced at the titles. 

"These are mine. If you want, take them and read them. I would love to know what you think, Emma." 

"Sure, Dick. I will. You're reading my stuff. I'll read yours when I can get to them. But I wanted to ask you for your permission. You know I'm working on my tan. It would be cool to get a good tan all over. We have the privacy fence, so is there a problem with me taking off my top while I tan? There's just you and me here, and no one would know." 

She approached and set the books down on my desk. Then she placed her delicate hand on my arm. This was my chance to be a good stepfather. My chance to set up some boundaries for our relationship. It was the time for me to be the better man and ignore my urges. I should tell her that doing such would be the wrong thing. It would be inappropriate for her to be topless with her stepfather nearby. 

"Well...I'm sure that would be fine, Emma. But I don't know if your mother would be so understanding. Perhaps she doesn't see that you're almost an adult. We should just keep that our secret. Yes, you get your tan and we'll just keep it between us."

"Of course, Dick. But I don't think Mom would really mind. I mean, when we were on our own, in our little apartment, we often were nude. Mom and I are really like sisters in some ways. You know, Dick? But, sure. I won't tell if you won't tell." 

She took my hand in both of hers and ran a finger across my palm. I looked into her eyes, so moist and brown, and trembled slightly. She smiled and brought my hand up to her scarlet lips. She gave my palm a soft kiss. Then she turned and walked away. 

I went to my desk and sat down in my chair. I looked at the lipstick impression in my palm, and brought it up to my nose to smell the aroma. My penis was erect now. I was so aroused. I could still smell the jasmine scent that followed Emma everywhere she went about the house. 

Rising up, I went to the french doors that opened from my library to the patio outside. They faced the west and the sun was from the south most of the day. I could see the three lounge chairs on the tiled patio surface. The one Emma used was turned to get most of the sun during midday. It almost faced my outlook completely. She came out as I was peeking through the curtains covering the glass panes on the door. 

Emma had exited through the door from the kitchen. She walked over to her chair with a towel over her arm and lotion in one hand. Stopping, she glanced over, and I quickly withdrew from the window. Then, slowly, I peeked out again, and saw her putting the towel and lotion on a small table. Her hands went up and took off her top. Her breasts were freed. She tossed the top to the table. Then she took up the bottle of lotion. 

She pressed lotion into a palm. She rubbed it all over the places she could reach. She started at the bottom, working on her legs. She had such pretty legs, with curves and muscles in the perfect places. 

Lotion was spread from her ankles up to her thighs. Around the thighs, and close to her vulva, went her delicate hands. I had noticed her round and tempting derriere, of course. She was almost finished when she did her torso and arms. Not quite. 

Her hands gently caressed her breasts, her fingers running over the nipples that I could see were erect now. Just as my prick, now in my hand, was erect. Slowly stroking, I watched as she pinched each nipple. Then she sat down, drew her legs up, and lay back onto the lounge chair. Her knees were slightly crooked, and they spread apart and back together as she listened to the music coming through her earbuds. 

Emma's hand reached down to her pussy. Her eyes were shut, but she found what she was seeking. Her fingers entered her bikini bottom and I could see her slowly touching herself. It made me increase my strokes on my hardness. I watched as her other hand started fondling her perky tits. God, she was so fucking tempting. 

I stopped abruptly. This was not right. I forced myself to remember this was my stepdaughter. My new wife's daughter. I had fallen in love with Erica. I was still in love, of course. We were just married less than two months ago. This was wrong. Erica was all I needed. I put my still hard penis back into my trousers, and went back to work, as well as I could. 

That evening, after dinner, when I was with Erica in our bedroom, I made a request. My wife was undressing, in preparation for sleeping. She was wearing only a bra and panties, sitting at her vanity. As she used cold cream to remove makeup from her face I was sitting in an arm chair watching. I had already disrobed and put on my pajamas. 

"Erica, dear, I wonder if you would mind doing something for me? I notice that you wear nail polish. It's pink, isn't it? It would please me if you put on some red polish. Do you mind? I would love to see your fingers and toes with red polish. Just a thought darling." 

"That's not hard to do, Richard. Of course sweetie. I'd be happy to do that. Would it turn you on a little my dear? You know I'll do anything for you, my love. I'll even put it on while you watch. Is that something you'd like, Richard?" 

"Yes, perhaps it might be a little arousing. Just a thought dear. Thank you Erica." 

"Well, it's late now. We'll do it tomorrow night, dear. I'd have to use polish remover before I could put on new polish. It's a process that takes some time. We'll go to bed early tomorrow, and you can watch." 

"Thank you, Erica. You're a lovely wife, you know that, don't you?" 

With that she rose, having finished her routine. She removed her bra first and her breasts were almost the same as Emma's, just sagging a little. Then she stepped out of her panties. Her pussy was completely bare. I liked it that way. I supposed that Emma still had pubic hair. I didn't really know. It would be fun to help her remove it. No, those were not the right thoughts. My loving wife approached as I sat in the chair. 

Erica knelt and looked up into my eyes. She reached out her hands, opened my pajama fly, and took out my prick. It began to grow as she stroked it. She smiled up at me as she opened her mouth, and took my hardness into her wet lips. She began sucking immediately. I would have to tell her to use red lipstick from now on. 

Her head began bobbing on my cock and I could hear her slurping as she enjoyed this love making. Erica had shown how much she enjoyed sucking my cock. It was a revelation how pleasurable it could be. Her teeth nibbled on my cock head, then she sucked harder and I couldn't help humping into her mouth. I did so love fucking her face like this. She looked like Emma, but older. I couldn't hold it. My sperm shot out as I groaned with lust. 

"God, that's so fucking good, baby. So good. Fuck. Take it Erica. Take it all." 

She did, swallowing all of my milk. She liked it. That was good, of course. I kept shooting sperm, as she was gripping my testicles. It pleased me. I didn't care how loud we were. This was my home. 

Erica and I went to bed. I could hear Emma's shower as I drifted into sleep. It was an old house, and the plumbing could be loud. It was alright, of course. Emma didn't have to rise when we did. I couldn't help wondering what she was doing showering this late, though. And I also had visions of what she would look like. I wondered if she touched herself, as I did. I wondered. We went to sleep. 

The next day we went about our normal routine. Erica and I arose at seven in the morning. After going through our dressing and showering, and eating some breakfast, Erica left for campus. She had classes to teach, and she would be in her office the rest of the time, until she returned after four. 

I was doing my regular work in my library. Courses didn't change a lot, but each session brought something new that had to be worked into the syllabus of each course. And I was working on a journal article that needed to be submitted soon. I heard Emma moving about the house around eleven o'clock. I came out to see if she wanted me to prepare some breakfast for her. 

Emma was sitting at the kitchen counter with a bowl of cereal. She was already in one of her bikinis. 

She had several sets, I had noticed. Today was a bright yellow, with small white flowers. It didn't really cover much. That was the style, I supposed. I rather liked it myself. Her tiny feet were bare, as usual. It was odd how sensual feet could be. Tiny little toes. I wondered if people did sexual things with feet. 

I went to the cabinet and got out some cereal for myself. Joining her at the counter we both ate our cereal together. We made small talk as we ate. As she finished she put her spoon in her bowl and placed her hand on my thigh. I was quite close to her. 

"Do you mind, Dick? I worry that I'm going to burn my back. Could you possibly put some tanning lotion on for me? It wouldn't take a minute or two. I'll just go get my towel and lotion. Meet me outside, okay, Dick?" 

She hopped down and walked away quickly, not bothering to wait for an answer. Of course, I didn't mind helping her. I'd be happy to. I went out through the kitchen outer door, onto the patio. I sat down on one of the chairs and waited. My penis was starting to grow. I pulled my shirt out of my trousers to cover it. 

She came skipping out. She smiled at me as she sat on her own chair. She reached around and undid her top. She removed it and freed her conical breasts. They seemed so firm and pert. I was wondering why it was so warm. But it was summer, of course. It was hot outside, as always in summer. 

"Here you are, Dick. Here's the lotion. Just put lots of it all over my back. I can get most of the rest." 

She held out the bottle and I rose to take it. I sat on the edge of her lounge chair as she turned her back to me. I squirted out some lotion and began generously spreading over her back and shoulders and neck. Then she held out her arms and I rubbed them. I thought that was all she needed. I rose up. 

"I'll just lie down, Dick. Why don't you go ahead and put the lotion on my legs now. You don't mind, do you, Dick?" 

It was very hot and I was sweating. I was only wearing trousers and my shirt, but it seemed very warm. I sat again and began moving up and down the backs of her legs, spreading lotion. I took my time, trying to do it right. 

"That's great, Dick. Go ahead and get my chest and I'll be ready. I won't even have to get lotion on my hands. You're sweet, Dick. Finish up please." 

She had flipped over, and her firm breasts were rising up, as she spread her legs. My erection felt like it was going to explode. This couldn't really be right. What would Erica say? But Emma didn't seem to think it odd. I suppose times were different now. I didn't want to appear old fashioned and silly. 

I put lotion on my hands and began to carefully massage it onto her tummy and up onto her breasts and sides. She sighed as I finished. I couldn't help noticing that her nipples had become erect as I rubbed them with my fingers. She must have been hot like me, because her bikini bottom was quite wet in the crotch area, from sweat I supposed. I rose to leave, trying to hide my hard on. 

Standing beside her chair I was startled when her legs rose, and her tiny feet was placed upon my groin area. Emma was rubbing my hard cock with her feet, and her toes were moving. I was afraid I would come instantly in my own pants. 

"Please, Emma, that isn't right, you know that." 

"Then just step away, Dick. That's all you have to do. I'm just thanking you for helping me today, silly man. It isn't anything important. Don't worry about it, Dick." 

I moved away quickly. Heading for the doorway I heard Emma giggling. I was red in the face. This had to stop. This couldn't go on. I was the man of the house. The stepfather. She was my stepdaughter. I was in charge and she had to know that. 

I spent the rest of the day in my library with the door closed. I didn't go out when I heard Emma come back inside. I stayed there waiting for my wife to return for the day. As the afternoon passed I began to realize that it wouldn't be necessary to tell Erica anything about today. It would only make her upset, I was sure. I thought I could handle Emma. She was only a teenager, after all. I was a full professor. 

When Erica arrived home I came out and greeted her. She kissed me, and then began cleaning up for dinner. Most of it had been prepared earlier. I merely had to reheat some things. Both she and I could cook. I'd been a bachelor for almost half a century, you know. So we took turns doing the food preparation. Emma came out of her room when it was time to dine. 

The evening passed quietly. Emma watched things on her own television in her room. Erica and I watched an old movie on cable television. As the movie played out it occurred to me that I was still curious about something.

"Listen, Erica. The other night. You said you had been here at the university about seventeen years ago. I was here too. You knew that? I mean, I don't remember, but did we ever meet? It would be quite a coincidence I know that."

"Well, my dear. I met lots of people. My ex-husband was a student here. Are you really wondering about other lovers I may have had? Are you jealous my love? No need. Well, I will be honest. I had only one lover here. My husband to be. But I did have a night of sin. It was one time."

"What was that my dear? We are starting this marriage with truth, I hope. I too, had one sexual experience. You have realized, of course, how naive I was about sex. You have been the teacher, truly, Erica."

"You know you're a fantastic lover, Richard. I will say, I had that night, at a faculty party. I was invited by an instructor who wanted me. I didn't want him, but I did want to rub shoulders with faculty."

"Yes, go on. I remember, at one faculty party, I was so drunk I made love, for only the second time, with a co-ed someone found for me. I didn't remember anything about it later."

"That's so odd, Richard. Virtually the same happened to me. Anyway, it was shortly after that I discovered I was pregnant with Emma. I'm sure my ex was her father. Yes, I'm sure of that. Oh well, bedtime."

Then we went in to do what she had promised the night before. I went ahead and got ready for bed, but I left off my pajamas, wearing only boxer shorts. Erica was removing her nail polish. 

"Sweetheart, I have a small request for tonight. Would it be alright if you were nude while you applied the polish to your nails?" 

"Oh, Richard. I must say, you do come up with some fun things to do. You're quite the man of surprises, aren't you darling? Of course, I'll take off my clothes right now. I'll even do it slowly. I think you'll enjoy that." 

Her long, brown hair was just like Emma's. As she removed her blouse and pants I couldn't help noticing how similar her body was to her daughter. Just a little more weight. Not unpleasant. She then slowly popped open her bra and giggled as she removed it from each breast, finally dropping it into my lap. I smiled at that. Her hands carefully took her panties down, over her rounded ass, and down her long legs. 

I could see her pussy was wet. My cock was already stiff. It seemed to get stiffer as she sat down at her vanity, spread her legs, and began putting polish on each fingernail. I stood up and removed my shorts to free my cock. I was completely nude now, also. After a few minutes she had finished her fingers and was going to begin on her feet. 

"Uh, Erica, my dear. It might be fun for me to put the polish on your toes. Do you think I might try that, love?" 

She glanced at my erection and smiled. She stood up and brought the small stool from her vanity over to my chair. She sat on it and stretched her feet out to rest on my thighs. Her pussy was so wet that it was glistening in the overhead light. Her labia were swollen. Her toes wiggled. 

I took the polish from her hand and slowly began dabbing the polish on each toe. Her feet were only slightly larger than Emma's. I was being careful but I was also anxious to finish. 

"How long does it take to dry, dear? I've seen women doing this in movies and it seems to take forever." 

"Oh, not that long at all, Richard. This is quick drying polish. My fingers are already dry, and my toes can be dry in much less than five minutes. Just put it on and wait a minute or two. I have a treat for my bad boy." 

I wondered what she meant. But I finished up with the application. Then I held her feet up and blew on her toes to dry the polish. They were nice feet. Almost as pretty as Emma's feet. The feet that had touched my cock today. They had made me feel good, I had to admit that. It had been pleasing, very pleasing. I leaned down and kissed my wife's toes. 

"Richard, you are so bad. Here let me do something for you, dear man." 

Erica moved her feet, and they were placed on each side of my prick. She started massaging my cock with the soles of her feet, and her toes were wriggling. They were giving me strange sensations, but it was nicely erotic. I would like to come from this. Yes, I would. I almost had once today. Now I was going to. 

At the same time her fingers, with the red nails, were gently rubbing her own clit and labia. She was pleasing herself, as she pleased me with her talented feet. I pressed her feet tighter with my hands and started fucking them. Her fingers entered her pussy and she was finger fucking herself. She was whimpering and I was moaning. 

I was humping her toes and feet faster as I watched her face. She threw her head back as she kept having orgasms. Almost her whole hand was inside her cunt. I was ramming my cock as her toes continued to tickle my prick. 

"Now! Now Erica, come now with me, fuck. Oh, god, come with me baby. Fuck, fuck, ahhh!" 

"Ohhh! Baby, my big man, fuck, Richard, so good baby." 

My come was spurting out onto her feet. I kept fucking her feet as I came and came. It couldn't last, of course. I fell back in the chair. I felt Erica climbing onto my lap. She snuggled up, putting her arms around my neck. I leaned down and kissed my wife. She was so good to me. 




Emma and Seduction Ch. 02



She leaned closer and licked my come from my soft prick. I wondered if it would have felt as good with Emma's feet. Her tiny feet with the scarlet nails.



Emma and Seduction Ch. 03



There was a tapping at my library door. It had to be Emma. I had been avoiding my stepdaughter for a few days. It was something of a surprise when she had touched my turgid prick with her feet. I had not responded properly, at first. I admit that I had some rather unfortunate urges concerning Emma. She was my new wife's daughter. She was nearing nineteen years of age soon. I would need to control myself.

"Come in."

The door opened slowly and Emma entered. She was dressed in only her bikini bottom. I had given her permission to sunbathe without a top. Perhaps that had not been the best idea. My wife, Erica, might not understand. But she didn't know. I wasn't going to tell her. Surely, neither was Emma. But I hadn't expected Emma to be walking around like this.

"Hi Dick. It's a lovely day, isn't it?" I could smell the jasmine scent that she always wore.

"Yes, yes. Quite nice Emma. Yes. Do you need something from me dear?"

She slowly walked over and stood beside my desk. I was seated behind it, with paperwork spread out. Her delicate hand reached out to touch my arm. Her breasts were not pendulous at all. They were firm and like cones in shape. Her nipples were red as garnets. They were swollen. They always were. I had noticed when I watched her through my french doors, as she sunbathed on the patio.

"You know, I'm getting to be fond of you, Dick. You seem to be awfully sweet. I was hoping you would be. And you've been very nice to me. I think you are even nicer that my father. I wish you were my father. Anyway, I wonder, may I ask another favor, Dick?"

I cleared my throat. It was getting stuffy in here.

"Umm...yes, Emma. You, uh, you can ask anything. I'll try to help, if I can."

My hand was on my desk as she kept her hand on my arm. It was bare, as I was wearing short sleeves. I felt goosebumps rising, as she gently stroked my skin. I had to move my other hand to my lap. I didn't wish her to see the erection forming. That wouldn't do.

"Thank you Dick. I think I'm going to really depend upon you. You're such a smart man. I can tell by reading your books. You're so good at poetry, Dick."

I think I may have been blushing. "That's kind of you, Emma. I know I'm not a great poet, but I do think I've written a few poems that would stand up to critical scrutiny."

"Well, I just know they seem good to me. So anyway, I was wondering. It seems so silly, doesn't it? I mean, I'm sunbathing and I have this silly bottom on, and I know my sun tan is going to be uneven. Doesn't it seem logical that I could remove it, along with the top, Dick?"

This was another of Emma's surprises. She was absolutely not an ordinary young lady. As far as I knew, of course. I wasn't an expert concerning girls. Perhaps she was just like other girls her age. I didn't really know. I was thinking swiftly. What should I do? What would Erica think?

"I don't know, Emma. I'm not really sure about that. I mean, wouldn't you feel odd, you know, nude? With me here and all?"

"Don't be silly, Dick. You're fine. I don't have any problem being that way around you. We're family now, right? I used to be nude with Mom all the time, in our apartment."

"Yes, certainly, Emma. We are family now. Yes. Your mother and I love having you here."

"My mother's a dear, too. So, okay, I'll just not bother with this silly bikini when I go out to sunbathe. Thanks, Dick. See you later. I'm going out now."

With that she caressed my arm, touched my cheek, and turned to skip away. I suppose I had given permission. I wasn't quite sure. My erection was throbbing and I stroked it through my trousers. I wondered if I was losing control. I shouldn't let that happen.

Emma's head appeared in the doorway. "Dick, would you mind putting lotion on me again. I'll wait outside for you."

It seemed very hot again. Did she see what I was doing? I wiped my brow with my handkerchief. Surely I could handle this. She wasn't asking for much. Just for me to put lotion on her. That's all. That was simple enough. I was a full professor. I could handle young people. Certainly I could. I rose and looked out my french doors.

As I watched Emma was approaching her lounge chair. She put down the towel and lotion she was carrying on a small table. Then, as I watched, she stepped out of her bikini bottom. She glanced quickly over at my doors, then sat down. She placed the bottom on the table. I could see, from my vantage point, that her vulva was clean of hair. Nothing was there. Just like her mother. Yes, just like her mother.

After a few minutes, as my erection went down, I gathered myself. I opened a french door, and walked over to Emma. I took a lounge chair and drew it close to hers. She was looking up at me, but I couldn't see her eyes through her sunglasses.

"Dick, are you going to rub lotion on me? You can't sit in another chair. Sit here on mine next to me. I'll lay on my stomach first. You do the back, okay? Thanks, sweet Dick."

She was soon in a prone position. I sat next to her. I was touching her and my eyes traveled over her long body. It was taut and muscular, but soft looking. Her derriere seemed firm and rounded. I reached, got the lotion, and squeezed a lot onto my palm. I rubbed my hands together and began at her feet. Her tiny feet with the scarlet toenails. I rubbed her soles and each little toe, separately, then moved up her ankles and calves. Getting more lotion, I caressed the backs of her knees. That delicious fold I often watched as women walked away.

I was becoming quite warm in the summer sun. More lotion, and I massaged her thighs. So firm, and yet, so full and soft and meaty. Fleshy. God, it was getting hot. Squeezing out more lotion I moved to her buttocks. My thumbs were moving rather close to her vaginal and anal areas. I noticed her anus was pink. It seemed to wink at me. Not really, of course. I kept rubbing around it and I heard a heavy sigh escape her ruby red lips.

Leaning farther I used my hands to rub her back and shoulders, and down her arms. I put lotion along her sides and up, rubbing along next to her pert breasts. She exhaled another sigh. Having my cock get hard was perfectly normal. Just a physical reaction. It meant nothing. Then, as I was placing lotion on her neck, she abruptly rose up. I made room and she quickly flipped over.

"That's the back, sweet Dick. Now the front, dear."

I couldn't see her eyes. I thought I had heard amusement in her tone. Perhaps not. My trousers were feeling rather tight, for some reason. In any case, I began the same procedure as earlier. I used the lotion to caress the sweet, little feet, and moved up the legs, gently massaging her flesh with the sun tanning lotion. It was all to keep her tanning properly. That's all.

As my hands were nearing her hairless vulva I couldn't help noticing that it was wet. She must be sweating in the heat, as was I. My hands were spreading lots of lotion along her legs and onto her belly. In the process, I couldn't help getting rather close to the vaginal area. I stroked with my thumbs, and her moist slit came open, just for a moment or two.

Her sighs were continuing as I made my way up her tummy. I knew that I needed to put some tanning lotion on her breasts or she would get a sunburn. That wouldn't do. So I caressed her titties with my fingers and thumbs, softly making sure her nipples had plenty of lotion. I left them to rub along her shoulders, and then her long neck. Her mouth was open. Her tongue flicked out and licked her ruby red lips.

Emma removed her sunglasses and looked into my eyes. She smiled and then reached out a delicate hand. She put it on my thigh. Gently rubbing it upward, she giggled. Then she stopped and put her glasses back on.

"Thanks so much, dear Dick. I'm good now. I'll see you later, sweet man." She reclined back and put her earbuds in.

Yes. You see, it was only putting lotion on for her. That's all. I wasn't doing anything wrong. Not that I could see. I didn't think Erica would care. Never mind. It wasn't necessary for her to know everything. This was my little secret with my stepdaughter. We were becoming great friends. I could tell. I looked forward to Erica coming home that day.

Later that evening, after dinner, and about an hour before normal bedtime, I asked Erica if we could retire. She was happy to oblige. She always was. She stopped at Emma's room, at the top of the stairs, and tapped on the closed door.

"What is it Mother?"

"Nothing sweetheart. We're just going to bed early. We'll say goodnight now."

"Fine Mother. Have fun."

Erica looked at me. I shrugged. I didn't know what she meant. I was going to enjoy myself now, but Emma knew nothing about it. I took my wife's hand and drew her down the hall to the master bedroom. Upon entering I took her in my arms and began kissing her, and caressing her breasts through her clothing. I was a little rough, but she liked that. Erica liked everything rough and I was learning to do everything I could to make her happy that way. She was giggling. It reminded me of Emma.

"Erica, I need something different tonight. I wonder if we might try a new game. Not a game really. Just different. I was thinking, it might be quite pleasant for me to give you a massage. Um...a sensual massage. What do you think? Are you too tired, dear.?"

"Dear, I'm never too tired for you. You know that. Let's just get rid of these clothes then. And I'll get some baby oil that you can use to massage me. This is really a treat, Richard. You're a sweet man."

We shed our clothing. I went and got some towels to place on the bed, so it wouldn't be soiled from the oil. My prick was so hard now. I didn't mind Erica seeing. Not anymore. We were married now and we could do anything we pleased. She giggled as she looked over and saw my erection. Then she came over with her nipples poking out. She was aroused too. It wasn't hard to arouse Erica. I wondered if Emma was like her mother that way.

Erica got on the bed and shook her rear at me. She was teasing me, you see. She enjoyed sex. I moved to the bed and she laid down on her stomach. I took the baby oil and began repeating what I had done already today. But this was different, wasn't it. I hadn't been doing anything sexual with Emma. Of course not. That was just me helping her with her tanning lotion. This was sexual now, in my bedroom.

My massaging was certainly making Erica feel good. She seemed to be pressing her pussy into the bed as I rubbed her thighs. I thought that I would try massaging around her pussy with my thumbs, as I had done with Emma. This time my thumbs rubbed the labia, and even entered the cunt. Her slit was leaking fluids and she sighed. It was with pleasure.

I took some oil and caressed her little pucker hole. She sighed again. She liked that, I could tell. I pressed a thumb there and she groaned. I considered that as I remembered something from earlier today.

"Erica, please turn over. I think you need me to massage the front, dear."

"Yes, of course, Richard. You're so good at this. You're a great lover, my dear." With that she rolled over, and presented her front to me. Her pussy and tits were there for me, her husband.

I again moved up her legs, but my prick was anxious to be used. I worked my way up more quickly this time, rubbing briskly until my thumbs were again caressing the lips of her pussy. Her hairless pussy, just like Emma's. Just like her daughter's pussy. I jammed fingers into her cunt and finger fucked her as she sighed and then began moaning louder.

"God, Richard, please, please sweetheart. I need your cock Richard! Oh, god, fuck me Richard."

She was panting and my prick was ready. It was nice to know that I could have this effect on a woman, or a girl. I leaned down and sucked on her breast. It was a nice conical shape. I liked that shape a lot. It barely sagged at all. It was still firm and taut. I sucked it hard until she screamed with pleasure.

Then I moved between her legs, spread them out with my own legs, and pressed my dick against her vulva. I entered her as I lifted her ass up from the bed with my hands. I jammed all of my cock into her and she cried out with passion, while I grunted and fucked her, deeper and deeper. Erica liked it rough. I gave it to her. I could be very rough.

"Take it woman. You like that, huh, you like that? I can fuck you all night, you know that. I want you to fucking come for your daddy. Yes, fucking come for daddy, baby. Unh, unh, unh."

She was coming for me. I felt the juices. I was ready to come. But I didn't. I wanted something different tonight. I slipped my prick out, and she moaned. I moved my cock head down, to the lower hole, and pressed to enter. I slipped in, with a little effort, and then looked at Erica's face. Her eyes were wide open. I thrust into her anus and she shrieked. But her hands, which had held my ass checks, were holding me tight, even forcing me to ram deeper.

I had heard that women in their thirties were at their sexual prime. My thirty-eight year old wife was certainly primed for any sex I could offer her. At fifty-six I might not be in my prime, but I was hungry for sex, after a life of having little sexual pleasure. I was fucking Erica in the ass, and it was good, and very tight. It would be so much tighter if she were younger.

I thrust harder into her tight ass, and she cried out. I gave voice to my feelings too. I fucked her and finally began filling her with my sperm. I could feel my spunk trying to shoot out, and it lasted for at least ten spurts. I filled her ass, grunting like a rutting animal. I pulled out. Erica was like a rag doll, folding up on the bed. I climbed off the bed.

Going to the bathroom, I collected a couple of washcloths, dampened in the sink. I was walking out of the bathroom door, just to the right of the bedroom door. I thought I could smell jasmine. That was odd. I hadn't noticed it when we entered the bedroom. But I went to Erica and we both wiped ourselves clean. She was smiling to herself. I was glad I had pleased her.

"That was lovely, my strong man. You're a perfect lover, Richard. What were you chuckling at in the bathroom?"

"I wasn't, dear. That's odd. I thought I heard you giggling. I assumed it was you. The house creaking I suppose. Yes, love. That was nice tonight. Thank you for being my wife. Thank you for giving me a family, Erica."

"We love being here, Richard. Emma isn't talkative, but she's happy, I believe. Doesn't she seem happy to you dear?"

"Oh, yes, certainly. Yes, quite happy. She's a girl."

"Would you say she was complacent? I don't really think so. More content perhaps."

"Yes, certainly. That's right dear. I'm going to check the back door. I forget if I locked it or not."

Wrapping a robe around myself I opened our bedroom door and stepped out. I looked down the hall. Emma's door was closing. I saw the light go out, under her door. She must have been in the other bathroom. After checking the downstairs I returned to bed and we went to sleep. I slept well. I think I had dreams. I remember braids and the smell of jasmine.

During the next few days Emma would spend about an hour outside sunbathing each day. I would put lotion on her if she asked. Sometimes she did, but most of the time she didn't. I was proud of myself. I was just helping when she needed it and asked for it. Nothing odd or out of the ordinary, surely. She was a good stepdaughter. I was a good stepfather. Certainly, anyone would agree with that.

I admit I would often look out and watch her as she tanned. I thought I noticed her doing things with a cylindrical object. She would place it near her hairless vulva, and her knees would spread apart. It appeared that she was in pain, but I couldn't be sure. At the same time a hand would be at a breast, massaging it. Perhaps she was doing it unconsciously. Surely she would call out if she needed me.

We were sitting in the kitchen, having some lunch I prepared. I was rather good in the kitchen. I had been a bachelor for so many years. Emma was chatty today. More so than usual. It was pleasant. I liked hearing her voice. And smelling her scent. Yes. She smelled young, and sweet, and fresh.

"Anyway, Dick, I was going to say I thought you've been so good for Mother. She's very happy now. I'm glad you have so much fun together. She was alone for a long time. You enjoy Mother, too, don't you?"

"Well, yes, if you put it that way. We enjoy each other's company. Certainly, that's true. Quite true."

She placed her delicate hand on my thigh. She looked at me and smiled. Her lips were blood-red today, and her tongue touched them, moistening them.

"So tell me, Dick, what are you getting me for my birthday. It'll be just a week from now, you know?"

"Ah, well, I'm sure your mother has something in mind. We haven't discussed it yet. I should speak to her this evening. Yes, I should do that. Thanks for reminding me, my dear girl."

"I'll tell you what, Dick. You and I can go out and look for something. That would be fun. Yes, we'll do that this week. Thank you Dick. I look forward to it."

It was odd. I was remembering back so many years ago. Emma was nineteen next week. That meant she was born almost exactly nine months from a date I was just now figuring in my mind. The faculty party. Where I made love to a senior co-ed. I didn't remember her face. My Erica had been a senior co-ed. She had been at the party, I had discovered just a few days ago. I wondered if the two ladies had known each other.

My new stepdaughter deserved a nice present, of course. A shopping trip was appropriate. I was certain it would be fine. I actually looked forward to it. Yes, it would be a nice little outing. Just the two of us. Alone.



Emma and Seduction Ch. 04



It was close to Emma's birthday, at the end of summer break. She would soon be nineteen. When I first met her, just before my marriage to her mother, I could see she was a charming young lady. Certainly her mother's daughter, in so many ways. Now she was my stepdaughter. Her thirty-eight year old mother and I had wed in the spring. I was a fifty-six year old professor of English. It was my first marriage. 

I must say, I knew very little about women, to be honest. I was educated as a scholar of the English language, and its literature. Of course I was not ignorant, but the subtleties of the female mind often escaped me. What they wanted, or what they needed could elude me. But I was happy that I seemed to have brought pleasure into Erica's life, and to that of her daughter, Emma. 

Emma came downstairs one day around noon. I had just finished having a snack. Nothing heavy. I noticed she was wearing a dress. It was what they call a sundress, I believe. It had straps holding it up, fit snuggly about her bosom, and then flared out at the waist. Her legs were long and perfectly tanned now. Her tiny feet were in ballerina slippers. Her hair was not in braids today. Long, brown tresses fell about her shoulders. 

I didn't believe she was wearing a bra. Not that she really needed it. Her breasts were conical in shape and had little, if any, sag to them. I had been watching them for weeks now. They were similar to the tits I might suck every night before going to bed. Emma and her mother were almost twins when it came to body shape. But there was something compelling about my stepdaughter. 

"You look fine, Dick. Always wearing the tie. It's terribly sweet, you know that? So let's go. I'm ready." 

"What? I mean, I'm not really sure what you're trying to say, Emma. Ready for what my dear?" 

"Dick, please. It's almost my birthday, remember? We're going shopping. It's so nice of you to do this. You're the best, Dick. Always so good to me." 

"But I'm not sure about this. Did your mother give her permission? Does she know? I hadn't really decided what we were getting for your birthday, Emma. This may not be a good idea today." 

"Sometimes I wonder about you Dick. I think you may be the original absent minded professor. Of course we can go. You promised, you know?" 

She giggled. Placing her delicate hand on my bare arm she stroked it and the goose bumps rose up as always. A slight shiver ran up my spine, making my groin tingle. I felt a slight growth there. It would be best to allow this little trip to happen. I supposed that I had promised. Yes, of course, I had. 

"Well, just let me get my cap, and we can be on our way. I hadn't thought about it. I'm not sure where we shall go." 

"Oh Dick. Don't be silly. You're so funny sometimes. We're going where I want to go. It's my birthday, after all. I know exactly where to go. Come on. Let's get on our way." 

Emma took my hand. I feared she would feel the dampness of my palm. It was still summer and I must have been feeling the seasonal heat. We walked out to the car and were soon on our way downtown. 

"I've been online checking the local stores, Dick. You have quite a nice college town here. It has everything one could want. I like it here. Especially with you and Mom with me. I love living here with you, Dick. Both of you." 

She giggled again. Her mother giggled like that. Often it would come when we were having our little sex games. Yes, Erica often giggled like that. It always aroused me, somehow. 

The address Emma gave me was right in the Central Business District. I knew where to go, but I couldn't recall what shop we would find there. Emma was being rather coy about it. Well, it was her birthday. I wasn't going to spoil it with questions. 

We parked off the main street, in a free lot, and walked down an alley and around to the front of the businesses. She had taken my hand again. It was rather sweet. Yes, she was a sweet girl in many ways. I was smiling as we walked to the display window of a jewelry store. Emma stopped and looked at the items on display. It was alright to look, but this was a rather expensive place, I believed. 

"Okay Dick. Here we are. See that lovely locket there? I saw that one day last month. I realized it would be a perfect present. I'm right, aren't I, Dick? I'm turning nineteen, and I really ought to have some nice things to wear when we go out to dinner. Come on, we'll go in and I'll try it on. I want your honest opinion whether I'm pretty enough to wear something like that." 

It wouldn't hurt to try it on, but I was already wondering how much it cost. Besides, it seemed rather extravagant for a young lady. It appeared to have some rather expensive looking gems on it. Oh well, I could just say no. We went through the door, tinkling the little bell. A lady my age approached. 

"Good day. We're still having lovely weather aren't we? What can I help you with today?" 

"Well, we were going to just try on that locket in the window. Here, it's right there." 

"Yes, fine choice. You have a good eye. That piece is actually on sale this week. It's marked down." 

She handed the locket to me. Emma's long fingers, with the ruby red fingernails, touched my palm and took the locket. She gazed at it and then handed it back. 

"You put it on me Dick. Alright? Let me lift my hair up." 

She turned away, raised her arms and hands, and brought her brown hair up. Her long, tanned neck was bared. My slightly trembling hands placed the gold chain about her neck, allowing the locket to lay on her dress, between her breasts. I assumed it would fall just above her cleavage when wearing a lower cut garment. But I was still not sure something so expensive like this was appropriate for a girl her age. 

"It's perfect Dick. You have good taste. I could tell you liked it, and you were right, of course. But am I pretty enough to wear something like this? I'm not sure." 

"Well, you're certainly pretty enough. That would go without saying, Emma. You wear it quite well. You know you're a lovely girl. But I'm still not sure this is proper for you. And the price. It's something your mother might want to be part of deciding, perhaps." 

"You're always right Dick. I think it looks perfect on me too. Yes, it's just what I wanted. Mother will be surprised on my birthday. What fun that'll be. Thanks Dick. It's lovely. Let's have it wrapped. I still want to go to another store." 

She had reached up while she was talking and had unclasped the chain, removing the locket and handing it to the store clerk. The clerk smiled as she was ringing the piece up, and then wrapped it quickly, as a gift. I paid, since I seemed to have approved. I would sometimes get a little befuddled with Emma. Her chatter was so fast. But it was a nice present, certainly. And she definitely deserved it. I mean, she was a grand stepdaughter. 

As we left the jewelry store Emma placed her arm in mine and walked along with me, in step. She was smiling into my eyes as I placed the gift in my coat pocket. We were walking about a block when she stopped and looked into a store window. 

"Yes, this is the place. Let's go in here Dick. I need to try something on here. I've decided I need to feel my age now. I'm a young lady, aren't I dear Dick?" 

"Of course, Emma. You seem older and older every day. Yes, you're quite a lady. But this is a shop for undergarments, isn't it? I mean, these things are rather risqué, I believe. Not exactly what I would think you would want or need, Emma." 

"There you go being silly again, Dick. You're always trying to get me to laugh. Come on. I was in here before. There are a few things I thought I might try on." 

She went about the shop, picking up items. She had four or five when she came to me. Taking my hand she drew me to the back of the store. I assumed she wanted me to wait for her outside as she tried on items. A clerk came over. This time it was a young lady not much older than Emma. 

"Hi. This is my dear friend. He's going to help me pick the right things. That's cool, right? Can we use this dressing room?" 

"Oh, sure. Yeah, he can go in. You can have up to six items. Let's see, oh, five, that's okay. Great. If you need help just call me. Okay?" 

As she walked away I turned to Emma. "What would you need me for? I shouldn't be in there. I'm sure you know that Emma. It wouldn't be the thing, you know?' 

She giggled. "Dick, Dick, stop making me laugh. I know you aren't serious. You've seen me without any clothes on, haven't you? Silly dear. Come on. I need your opinion. I've never worn things like this before." 

She took my hand and brought me into the empty cubicle. I was reluctant, because anyone I knew could have entered the shop. It wouldn't do to have them see me. I didn't think it was so terrible, really, because I had, after all, seen Emma sun bathing in the nude many times now. But what would people think? 

She drew the door closed and slowly started to remove her dress, after slipping her slippers off. Her little feet were bare as she lifted her dress up and over her shoulders and head. For some reason she wasn't wearing any undergarments. I had thought she was without a bra, but she didn't have panties either. Her hairless pussy was sending out a scent that mixed with the jasmine perfume she always wore. 

She smiled at me as she selected some kind of garment to put on. I didn't really understand what these things were. It was getting hot there. I could feel it. I wiped my face with a handkerchief. 

"What do you think, Dick? Is this nice on me? It's a bustier, you know? Tell me what you think." 

The item she was wearing was lifting her bosom and baring her nipples, now red and swollen in appearance. It didn't cover her bottom area. I could see her labia, which also seemed rather rosy. Her hand rose and it caressed my cheek. I was very warm. I nodded at her. Yes, it was fine. It was lovely. 

"It's good? You like it? Great Dick. I'm glad it pleases you. I'm never sure if I can pull off these things, but you make me feel I'm pretty, and I'm glad you brought me here, dear. That was sweet. We'll just get this one. I liked it the best anyway. I think you need a reward Dick. What would Mother do to thank you? I think I know. Get down on your knees Dick. You can have a reward for being a great old sweetie. Get down dear." 

I was trembling. I fell to my knees. She stepped to me and my mouth went to her pussy lips. It tasted of honey to me. My hand unzipped my trousers as I kept shaking. This was so strange. I could lose everything. My god, she was my stepdaughter! In public. it was insane! My tongue was lapping her juices which were flowing and her hands held my face against her. I could hear slight whimpering sounds.

"Yes, yes. Yes, Daddy, yes." 

My prick was out. I was stroking it faster as I sucked her clitoris and made her moan louder. She was grinding her little pussy, trying to get more satisfaction from my lips and tongue. I tasted her and knew she tasted the same as her mother. Her mother, the sexual being. Her mother who loved being used. My hand was rougher on my cock. 

"Everything okay in there?" 

"Yes, yes, it's fine. I like some of these a lot. Yes, I like them a lot. A lot. I'll be out soon. Okay?" 

"Okay. Take your time." 

It amazed me that Emma could be so calm as she shuddered with an orgasm. I knew what it was, because her mother acted the same way. My prick was close. I hadn't stopped masturbating. So close. Heavens, I was coming, right on Emma's feet. God, spurting out come on her. I covered the scarlet toe nails with my milk. Fuck, this was dirty. Dirty. 

I sat back on the floor. I looked up at Emma. She was grinning. She started wiping her feet clean with a hand wipe from her purse. She giggled. 

"Dick, you're a naughty boy. You shouldn't have made me do this. I blame you. But you can't help it, you silly boy. Here, I'm going to get this bustier. You were right. It's perfect for me. Shall we wrap it up as a present too? No, I think not. I'll just take it home and put it away for a special occasion. Right, Dick? Don't you need to put something away, too?" 

I gathered myself together, getting my penis back into my trousers. I dusted my knees off. I wiped my face off. I was so hot and sweaty. This summer heat was horrible. I helped Emma replace her sundress, and we took the garment she wanted to keep out to the clerk. After paying, we walked to the car, arm in arm, and returned home. Emma kept her hand on my thigh as we drove home. When there she skipped out and upstairs. I waited for Erica. 

Erica arrived home after four o'clock. I was in my library. It had been impossible to get any work done. I needed something. My wife could give it to me. My dear Erica was going to give me what I needed. As she entered the house I was coming out my library door and I took her hand. She giggled. 

Going upstairs at almost a run, we entered our master bedroom. I didn't care if Emma heard us. I didn't care. I needed something. As we got into our room I was stripping my clothing off, and then I helped Erica, who was moving too slow for me. Her eyes were wide as I almost tore her attire from her body. Her lovely body, just like Emma's. Almost the same. Almost. But not Emma. 

I felt like an animal. I wanted something now. I was going to get it. My wife liked it rough. Well, I was going to be rough. 

"Get on your knees! Do it now. Get on your fucking hands and knees. On the floor. Yes, that's right. Get the fuck down now." 

She was down, with her forearms on they carpet, and her ass in the air. I knelt behind her, with the cock that had been hard for what seemed like hours now. I needed this. I spit into my hand, rubbed it on my cock, and I rammed it into her cunt. She howled. I began stroking like a piston, into the cunt and out again. Fucking her like I was rutting animal. Fucking her, and knowing she loved every moment. She was grunting with every thrust. 

"Come for me, now. I want you to beg for me to fuck you. Dammit, beg for it, cunt!" 

"Yes, oh, yes, Richard, god, fuck me baby. Yes, fuck momma, dear, fuck me harder baby." 

"You're coming already, aren't you, aren't you. Yes, I knew it, fucking cunt, take it all, come for me." 

"I am, I am coming for my big boy. Fuck me baby. I'm coming. Can't stop baby, can't stop." 

I wanted to come. But not yet. No. Not yet. I needed to use her more and more. I pulled out and heard her sigh of regret. But I moved my wet dick to her ass hole and popped the cock head into her pucker hole. I was kind enough to ease it in, but I needed to use her. I needed this. I was almost completely in. Deep in her ass. 

"Ugh...Baby, oh, yeah, fuck me baby. You're so great baby, my great lover. My lover. Yes, fuck it babe." 

I did what she wanted. What I wanted. This was what I wanted and needed. I needed to use this woman. I wanted to use Emma's mother. Yes. Emma's mother. I was fucking her ass hole. Ramming it faster now. Fucking her as roughly as I could, and she took it all. I used her and she took it. Oh, fuck. I was coming. Coming. 

"Gahhhh! Emma...um,um yes, oh fuck. Coming. Cominnnggg!" 

Spurting, coming, jetting out and filling her up. My wife, my bitch, my whore. Yes, Emma's mother. My dear Erica. She was crying as she took my come. I paused and let it keep oozing out. I laid my chest down on her back. 

"Dear, was that good? Did you like that? I needed it dear. Yes. I needed that. Please, Erica. Wash me off and love me dear." 

I slowly rose from my wife's back and helped her up. I quietly went to the easy chair as she went in to the bathroom and retrieved a wash cloth. I saw the door to our bedroom was ajar. I must not have closed it. Erica came out and smiled at me. She did love me, I was certain of that. With gentle strokes she wiped my penis clean and then she kissed it. 

"You always surprise me with how great a lover you are, Richard. It's always such a pleasure for me dear. Yes, you're a grand lover. My man. I was so lucky to find you dear." 

She climbed into my lap. I would have liked to make love all night. But my seed had been spent twice today. I didn't have anymore right now. We cuddled. Then we took a shower together and got ready for dinner. I knew Emma would be hungry after her little outing today. She was a healthy girl. She had a healthy appetite. Yes. A healthy appetite. 

"Richard, we need to think of something for Emma's birthday. You know it's coming up, right?" 

"No worries, dear. I already got her a nice present. It's in my coat pocket, in the closet downstairs. It's wrapped, but I can tell you it's a lovely locket. I know she'll like it." 

"Oh, that's nice Richard. You're so sweet to us. We're so glad and so lucky to have you. Really, Richard, we're very happy and glad to be here with you, darling."

"You both please me, my love. I could almost wish that Emma was my own daughter. Isn't it odd how we almost met all of those years ago? So very odd. You know, I did have a tryst that evening with a co-ed. I'm not proud of the fact that I was too drunk to remember."

"Yes. Yes it is strange, Richard. Such a coincidence. I was naughty that night. I cheated on my boyfriend with someone. I was so drunk I forgot to use my birth control."

"Erica. This is rather interesting. I mean, are you certain your boyfriend then was the father of Emma?"

"Oh, sure...Well, not sure of course. You know, I have wondered about it myself. It never seemed important. And I'm not married to him anymore."

"I suppose it doesn't really matter. Only if for some reason you ever needed a donor or something like that, for Emma."

"Yes, there is that. I don't know. The only thing I really remember about that night, other than being there, was seeing something like a heart. I mean, I may have seen a heart on the man's chest on his ribs."

I was taken aback. I looked at Erica, and wanted to say something. But I was a little concerned. I had that mole removed years ago. My doctor thought it might be pre-cancerous. Right below my left nipple. A heart-shaped mole. 

I was sure her words were true. She was glad to be my wife, and Emma was happy to be my stepdaughter. I was lucky too. Yes, very lucky. I had to be a good husband and stepfather. I would be, surely. Or a real father. Emma was such a sweet young lady. I would never do anything to lose her admiration. No, I wouldn't.



Emma and Seduction Ch. 05



It was Emma's birthday. She turned nineteen this day. We were celebrating on a Friday evening, after Erica arrived home from the college. The end of summer session was in a week. Thereafter we would have a two week break and begin the fall semester. Emma would be off to private school again. It had been an enlightening summer.

Perhaps Emma was my natural daughter. Perhaps. I was becoming more certain of it. Erica's remembrance, and mine, of that party long ago seemed to indicate that her one night stand with an instructor was, in fact, me. I was Emma's father. Perhaps. 

The Italian restaurant we went to was a favorite of Emma's. We had been there two times before. She enjoyed it, so we were spending her birthday there. She was wearing a rather low cut dress. It was tighter than I thought it needed to be. I even imagined she was wearing the bustier I had purchased for her a week ago. Would she do that? What if her mother noticed. 

Erica was stunning in a black cocktail dress. It was lovely on her, emphasizing her trim figure. Emma was her mother's daughter. They were so similar in many ways. Since Emma had been sun tanning in the nude for weeks now I was aware that she shaved her vulva. As did her mother. And both had conical breasts, with rosy nipples. Now, both wore scarlet lipstick and nail polish. I liked that color. 

The scent of jasmine wafted from Emma, and her mother was wearing gardenia perfume. The odors did not conflict. I found them slightly arousing, as a matter of fact. It was odd, but quite often, around Emma, I would become erect. It could be embarrassing. Especially if Erica noticed. But she would think it was for her. And it was. After all, I adored my wife. 

As we waited to be served dinner Erica took two wrapped items from her large purse. One was the locket I had bought for Emma. She had liked it, and she deserved it, on this nineteenth birthday. She had been a good girl. I thought so. Yes, she had been quite lovely this summer. Since Erica and I married in late spring she had needed to get used to a new stepfather. She had done rather well, I believed. I had done rather well, myself. I was containing the naughty feelings of lust. 

"What's this Mom? You're always so sweet to me. Did you and Dick get these for me?" 

She began unwrapping the locket. She squealed with surprise when she saw it, even though she had picked it out. But her mother didn't know that. She was rather good at dissembling. 

"Will you put it on for me, Dick? Thanks so much. It's lovely." 

I took the jewelry and opened the fastener, placed it around her long neck, and noticed that it rested just in the cleavage of her breasts, as I had thought when we picked it out. I could not help but notice that her nipples were hard against the material of her dress. Her bustier was not covering them, but rather lifting and displaying them, one could say. I felt my penis stirring. 

"Oh thanks, Dick. Mom, this is a sweet little keepsake. It's a unicorn, isn't it? I can put it on my vanity. Thank you, Mom." 

With smiles we all looked up as we were being served. The meal was delicious, and my ladies seemed to enjoy the dinner out on this special occasion. I looked forward to arriving home afterwards. Erica would need to be pleased, as her daughter was now. Or rather, in a special way. Yes, I needed to please Erica. 

Driving home it started to rain. It was a downpour. I hoped it would stop before we arrived home. Unfortunately it didn't. We climbed out of the car and ran to the front door. It had an overhang, but we were already soaked. Erica and Emma were both giggling as I got my keys ready to unlock the door. They were so alike. 

When entering both ladies ran upstairs while I locked up downstairs. I heard Erica calling out that she was going to shower and dry her hair. I walked upstairs more slowly. Outside her door Emma had stopped and reached to touch my cheek. Her mother was already in our room. 

Emma leaned forward and kissed my forehead. I smelled her perfume. I could smell something else. The scent she was giving off was that of her pussy. I noticed it often from Erica, when she was aroused. Was Emma aroused? 

Emma reached downwards and her delicate hand began touching my penis. It was erect in a second or two. God, she was so desirable. I wanted her. But she was my stepdaughter. Or my daughter. Oh my god. Then she giggled. 

"You're so naughty, Dick. You need to control yourself dear." 

She turned and was walking into her room. I heard my shower turned on down the hall. This was enough! I was the authority here. I was the man of the house. I deserved respect. Dammit! I deserved to be treated with respect. I grabbed her up into my arms. She was so light. She needed to know who was in charge! 

Erica was in the shower. She would be busy for some time, bathing and drying her hair. I carried Emma over to the bed and sat down. I flipped her over with her derriere up. I lifted her dress up above her rounded cheeks. She wasn't wearing panties. As I had imagined, she was wearing the bustier. Her ass and pussy were there before me. I began to strike her with the palm of my hand. It was stinging, and it was certainly painful for her. But she deserved it. She needed to be taught a lesson. 

"Dick, what're you doing. Ow! Dick, stop this. You're not my father. That hurts Dick." 

"You need to be taught Emma. You need a lesson in respect. You understand? I'm your father now. This is my house. This'll teach you, you little minx. I'll not be toyed with!" 

My hand was coming down with a rhythm onto her buttocks. I was also striking her pussy. Her ass cheeks were red and my palm prints were bright upon her tender skin. My prick was hard. I knew that wasn't right. I didn't care. I didn't give a damn. Fuck this! She needed a lesson. 

My arm was finally tired. I rested my hand on her tender, smooth ass. I slowly caressed her red flesh. She was moaning. One of my fingers slipped into her vulva. I stroked it slowly. She moaned louder. No! I needed to leave. I lifted her up and sat her on the bed. 

"That was for your own good, Emma. You just need to respect me. Understand? That's all. Now get to bed. I'm going to bed myself. I'm sorry, dear, but you deserved that." 

I gave her a kiss on the forehead. She lowered her eyes. I could see a slight smile on her face. She had taken that well, I must say. But I was establishing parameters. Yes, I was letting her know I was in charge here. I patted her leg and rose. Going out the door I heard a giggle. Yes, she had taken it well. I needed Erica. My cock was so fucking hard! My finger went to my mouth. It tasted of honey and jasmine. 

In my bedroom I stripped out of my clothing. I sat in my easy chair, waiting for my wife to come out of the bathroom. I heard her drying her hair. I slowly stroked my dick. It was purple and aching with need. I wanted Erica, with her silky brown locks, and her ruby red nails, and her perky tits. Her body. So nice. So like her daughter. Yes, they were so much alike. I needed her. 

"Richard, sweetheart. Are you waiting for the bathroom, dear? I'm finished. Why're you smiling, love? Are you holding a belt?" 

"Come here, Erica. I have something new we'll try. I know you'll like it. Yes, you'll like it. I love getting naughty with my wife. Come over here my dear." 

"Of course, Richard. What's my big lover want tonight? I'm yours, you know that, Richard." 

She was naked. She hadn't bothered to dress in the bathroom. That was good. I wanted her soft skin. I wanted her sweet curves. I wanted her steamy, wet, fragrant pussy. I wanted her. I took her arms and pulled her into my lap. Her round ass was there before me. I felt her humid vaginal lips touching my hard prick as I began to spank my wife with a leather belt. 

"Ah, Richard. Bad boy! Oh, fuck baby. It feels good baby." 

Her butt was getting redder and redder as I slapped her ass. Red streaks appeared. Some faded and some remained. I was so fucking hard! Take it you little tease. Yes, take your spanking. Then I'll fuck you, the way you want to be fucked. Hard and rough. I could feel her pussy juices leaking out onto my lap. They were covering my cock and my balls. 

"My god, Richard, I keep coming, coming, fuck, coming baby." 

"Good, you're ready for me, aren't you woman. You need some hard cock. Get on your hands and knees. Get down now!" 

She was there on the carpet, waiting, with her pussy wet and needing my cock. I rammed it into her, and kept slapping the belt across her ass. I thrust and spanked, keeping a rhythm. Just as I had kept a rhythm on Emma's ass. That little tease. I had taught her. Now I was teaching her mother. 

I fucked her deep and hard, and she cried out, begging for more, and more. I grunted with passion as I continued screwing her greasy snatch. My woman, and wife. My Erica. Emma's mother. Fuck, it was so fucking good. I wanted to come and I did. I gushed out, filling her cunt with my seed. My sperm in my Erica's pussy. 

Rolling over, off of Erica, I fell onto the floor. She laid down beside me. Her hands were caressing my hair and forehead. My wife loved me. She loved how I made love to her. Yes, she enjoyed it all. I heard a giggle. I looked at Erica, but she had her head on my chest. I think she was completely sated. I glanced at the door. It was ajar. 

Rising up, I went over to the door. I opened it and saw a figure disappearing into Emma's darkened room. 

"Is something wrong Richard?" 

"Not a thing. Nothing that can't wait. Don't worry dear. We should get to bed. I'll shower in the morning. Tonight you can clean my cock with your tongue. Yes, my love?" 

"Of course, Richard. I love your grand prick. Let's get to bed and I'll suck you to sleep, my big lover." 

We got into bed and turned out the lights. It was still storming outside. Such a lovely sound to go to sleep to. I rested well that night. Erica feel asleep with my soft cock in her mouth. 

In the morning we both arose and performed the usual things to get ready for the day. Of course, Emma didn't get up when we did. She seldom did. I made breakfast for Erica and me, and then she was off to start the final week of the summer session. I went to my library and started working on an article for a journal. I heard Emma up and about just an hour or so later. 

A tapping was heard on my library door. It was Emma, certainly. 

"Come in dear." 

She came in nude. It was how she sunbathed. I had agreed to it, but I was having doubts now. I had been too easy on my stepdaughter. I was starting to believe that I had let her have her way too often. 

"Morning Dick. Did you have fun last night? Beating your stepdaughter? And my mother?" She giggled. 

She was mocking me. I rose from my chair, circled the desk, and grabbed her arm. Her jasmine perfume filled my nose with its aroma. For some reason I noticed that her nipples were erect. 

"This has to stop, Emma. You will learn who's the master here. Yes? Who's in charge in this house? Tell me now, young lady!" 

"I don't know, Dick. You tell me." And she giggled again. 

It was too much. It was the last time I would take this rudeness. No more! I took her shoulders in my hands, forcing her down, onto her bare knees. Her face was upturned, gazing into my eyes. She was smiling, and giggling. I drew my zipper down and dragged my hardening prick out. I grabbed her braids in my hands and forced her head to my cock. Before I could speak she kissed it. 

"You want that, don't you, you little cunt! You want this. You've always wanted it. Dammit! Take my cock you little fucking tease. Take it now, witch!" 

She grinned at me. "I thought you'd never ask, Dick." 

"Fuck that! My name is Richard. Remember that from now on. My fucking name is Richard! Now lick my cock and give me a blow job. Take it now, prick teaser!" 

Her mouth engulfed my cock, and I felt her hot saliva lubricating it, as her delicate hands reached up to caress my balls, and rub my ass hole. I began fucking her face, holding her hair and thrusting as deep as I could. I knew she couldn't take it all, but I was going to give her all she could handle. She was going to give me a great cock sucking. 

She was as good as her mother. Yes, she was her mother's daughter. They both seemed to love giving head. That was good. It was wonderful, as I continued fucking her face. I glanced down and saw her hand was now fondling her clitoris. Her other hand left my balls and squeezed each of her tits. Her nipples were hard and she pinched them and moaned. 

She started jacking my dick with one hand as she chewed on my cock head, and sucked me hard with her gripping, scarlet lips. I didn't need to fuck her anymore, because she was doing all the work. I leaned back against my desk and let her bob her mouth on my prick and stroke it. Faster and faster she was rubbing me. She would stop, and look up at me, and grin. Then she would continue, faster and rougher. 

"Baby, come for me. Come for me baby. Come on me. I want it now." 

"Here it comes. Damn, girl, it's coming now. Take it, baby, take it, sweet fucking Emma. Take my come!" 

She was holding my cock and she opened her mouth. I spurted out and it shot onto her face. Some went into her mouth. Some dripped down her cheeks and chin. She was giggling and then swallowing all she got in her mouth. I was jacking myself now, getting the last few squirts to give to my Emma. 

I could hardly breathe. Yes, I had taught her a lesson. I was the boss here. She had surely learned her lesson. She wiped my come from her face, licked it up, and giggled once more. Then she rose up and leaned in to kiss me. I tasted my own sperm on her red lips, and then her tongue was in my mouth. I grabbed her head with one hand and her shoulders with the other. She needed to be kissed, well and thoroughly. I was a little rough. 

We finally broke apart. I was somewhat frightened by my response to her goading. I had rather lost control. That was unlike me. I was usually so calm and collected. Something about my stepdaughter caused me to become rather out of character. But I thought I had taught her a lesson. That was the important thing. Yes, she had learned something today. 

"Well, you can go now Emma. Yes, go do your sunbathing." 

"Sure. You can watch me if you want. I always enjoy you watching me. You know that, don't you? Of course you do, dear...Richard." 

She turned and walked slowly from the room. 

I spent the rest of the day doubting myself. Perhaps I had been too harsh on Emma. She was actually a rather good girl, for the most part. Yes, she was a lovely young lady, in most ways. I may have taken advantage of my position. Well, we would just have to live with what we had done. She would be more respectful, and I would be more appropriate in my responses to her behavior. Yes, that's what we would do. 

The next few days were quiet, and back to normal, it seemed. Erica would arrive late in the afternoon, and we would prepare dinner together. Then we would dine with Emma. She was bright and vibrant. Both of my girls were radiant and I adored them both. Of course, I did. The evening was spent watching movies, or playing board games. Then to bed. 

The weekend was approaching. This was finals week for the students. Erica was quite busy. I would be too when the next semester started. Both of us would be teaching then. And Emma would be away to her private college. I was coming to believe I might miss her. Yes, I might miss my Emma a lot. 

On Friday afternoon Emma came in from sunbathing. I was sitting at the kitchen counter. I had just made a snack. Her skin was golden and shining. Her hair was up in braids. I was glad I had allowed her to tan without wearing her little bikinis. She looked lovely. I noticed that her pubic hair was starting to grow out. 

"Well, Richard, this'll be my last day working on my tan. It's just as I like it now. When I go back to school I'll look like I spent the summer on the Riviera." She giggled. 

"You do look quite healthy dear. Yes, you do. May I ask a personal question, Emma? I notice that the hair on your, well, your mound of venus is growing out. I've wondered, does it get itchy?" 

I had unconsciously placed a hand on my own mound. My growing penis. 

"Yes, dear, it does get uncomfortable. I tell you what, sweet Richard. Why don't you shave it for me? That would be darling of you. You would be able to do it so much better than I can. Let's go up to the bathroom and you can do that for me. You're always so lovely to me Richard." 

This was not what I had expected. Should I be doing this? Well, we were alone here. Why shouldn't I do a favor for my stepdaughter? Why not? I loved her after all. I mean, I loved as a daughter. Yes, I loved Emma. Why shouldn't I assist her whenever I could. She took my hand and we went upstairs. 

"Here Richard. I have the things you need right here on the bathroom counter. This is a new razor and here's some cold cream. I find it's better than shaving cream. I'll just get in the shower. I know! You take off your clothes and get in too. So much easier, and we won't get messy. That would be perfect Richard." 

I couldn't seem to argue with her logic, although it did appear rather specious. But I found myself disrobing. I placed my clothing neatly on the closed toilet seat, and I stepped into the shower with Emma. It was a little embarrassing, as my peter was erect. But she ignored it as she started the shower. She got herself nice and wet. 

"Go on Richard. Put the cream on my pussy. And down between my legs too. That's always the hard part to get to. Yes, that's it dear. Spread it on." 

I gently dabbed the cream where ever I found small hairs growing. I was on my knees now, gently using my fingers to spread it around. Then I glanced up into her eyes. She was smiling at me. I took the razor and began making small, careful strokes. I didn't wish to cut her, especially down there. Down around her pussy. Her lovely looking, swollen labia. I shaved it clean, ducking down to get the hairs growing in her ass crack. She helped me by lifting each leg up to the side of the tub. 

The pussy lips were a rosy red now. The shower was washing away the cream. I was tempted. Yes, very tempted to kiss her labia. I leaned in and did so. Softly I began stroking my prick. It was hard and it needed my attention. Yes, it needed me to use it. I licked her clitoris and she shivered. 

"That's fine Richard. You did a great job, dear. Let's get out and get dressed now." 

She stepped out of the tub. 

"Don't do this, Emma. Don't do this to me! Why are you treating my this way? I just want to make you happy my dear. Oh god, I'm sorry. I'm so ashamed. Forgive me, Emma. I'll go now. Please, don't tell your mother." 

I was still in the tub, on my knees, begging forgiveness from my stepdaughter. From my daughter, perhaps. From my Emma. 

"You shouldn't be so silly, Richard. It's all fine, dear. Actually, you can do me a favor. Tell me, have you ever made love to a virgin? Have you Richard?" 

"That's very personal, Emma. I shouldn't talk to you about these things." 

I stepped out of the bathtub. My prick was shrinking now. 

"I have to know for a good reason, dear. Tell me. Tell Emma all about it baby." 

"Alright, dammit! Yes, I had a virgin. I've only been with three women that way. Your mother and a young co-ed in college. And the girl I deflowered in high school. So, you see, I'm not a sex machine. Are you satisfied? Have you embarrassed me enough, Emma?" 

I was sitting on her bed. I felt like crying, but I didn't. No, I wouldn't do that. 

"I'm a virgin, Richard. Did you know that? I've never had sex with anyone. Except playing with you dear." 

She giggled. My face was turning red, I could feel it. My cock was growing again. 




Emma and Seduction Ch. 05



"Would you like to take me baby? Would you like that? If you want me, Richard, you may. Just do me one little favor, dear. Just get down on your hands and knees and crawl to me. Do that Richard. Do it now and you can have some sweet, soft, virgin pussy. Do you want that, Richard?" 

I moaned with lust and need and fell to my knees. My prick was engorged now. I crawled to my Emma. To my wife's daughter. To my daughter. I crawled. I needed her. I wanted her, this little woman. This teasing wench. I had to have her. I had to fuck her, if she'd let me. God, if she would only allow it! 

"Kiss my feet, Richard. Kiss my feet...Dick. Yes, Dick, kiss my feet. And Emma will give you some pussy. Be a good boy, dear Dick." 

I was kissing her toes and licking them and I wanted to kiss and lick my way up to her treasure, but she shoved me away with a tiny foot. She laughed. I growled and rose up. I grabbed her and flung her on the bed. She was still laughing. 

I could see her grinning at me at I dove onto the bed, between her legs. She had spread them apart. I saw what I wanted. Yes, I saw her cunt there before me, waiting to be fucked. Waiting to be deflowered. 

"It's ready for you Dick. My pussy's so hot, baby. And wet. Yes, it's wet for you baby. Fuck me now you big stud. Fuck me, baby." 

I lifted her legs up onto my shoulders, and pressed them down, as I guided my cock into her cunt. I embedded the head and with one grand thrust I tore through her hymen. Her scream of pain was joy to me. 

The little witch was getting her first fuck. She would remember it forever. I rammed into her pussy and began fucking her like a little whore. She was grabbing my ass cheeks, trying to get more cock into her cunt. 

Grunting like a rutting beast I humped my ass, and fucked my darling Emma. My little jewel. She was mine now. I could see her face twisted in the throes of passion and lust. She was loving her first time. 

It would not be her last. Oh no, by now means the last. I fucked her, screwing my prick into the depths of that pussy. My pussy now. My cunt. My baby girl. I fucked her and felt her body shudder as orgasms spread through her body. 

"Mother fucker, god, fuck me. Fuck me Dick. Give me your cock, Dick. Fuck me. It's so fucking good." 

I just groaned as I continued fucking my Emma. I didn't give a damn who seduced whom. I was getting what I always wanted. What I always needed. My darling Emma's body. Yes, the body just like my Erica's body. I had fucked the mother. I had fucked the daughter. I had fucked my daughter.I was happy. My spunk was filling this Emma's pussy now. I grunted as I came. She was coming too. Oh yes. She loved me. My Emma loved me.



Emma and Seduction Ch. 06



My stepdaughter, Emma, was going to be leaving. It was time to return to her private academy. I didn't pay for it. That was done by her father, or perhaps his family. They were rather well off. 

I wasn't destitute, of course. I was a fifty-six year old, full professor of English at my university. My wife, Erica, is an instructor in the same department.

But I was certain now that Emma was actually my daughter. Yes, she was the fruit of a one time ribald meeting with her mother. My new wife Erica. I didn't remember it, but it must be so. It must be. It made my lusting for her even more wrong. But, my god, it seemed so right. 

Now it was time to say goodbye to Emma. She would be starting her second year at her school. I was rather proud of her. I understood from her mother that she was academically superior. I trusted that was true. I knew her to be bright and extremely knowledgeable. About many things, so I learned. 

We spent the summer getting to know each other. Erica had been teaching for most of this summer session. I didn't have to do any lecturing as I had so much seniority. That meant Emma and I were alone much of the time. Getting married in the spring had brought us together as a new family. It had been rather eye-opening, to say the least. 

I was coming to terms with my own transgressions. I forgave myself for taking advantage of Emma. It seemed to me that she was at least somewhat culpable, as well, in what happened to us this summer. 

I mean, I understand that as the stepfather I should be in control and demand respect from my stepdaughter. Even more so if I was her father. Perhaps my reactions were over the top. Anyway it was done now and I was resolved to be a better man in the future. 

But, one should note that I had not known Emma and I were actually related. No. I am married to her mother but Emma was not my real child in my head. She was a lovely young lady and she was in my care some of the time. But I didn't know for certain that we were father and daughter. She has a legal father. I am just married to her mother. No, I don't think I should feel so guilty. 

Erica was at home now. She was finished with her classes and final grades were all turned in. Emma's academy would begin the next week. I noticed that Emma was not going outside to tan anymore. I assumed that she had reached the perfect tone for her. I was sure she hadn't stopped just because her mother was home during the day now. 

But I must admit, if I am honest, that I did miss the times she was outside on the patio. I would often gaze out the french doors and admire her perfection. She was a younger addition of her mother. 

Yes, she was her mother's daughter in so many ways. Her body was sublime. Her young breasts like cones and so taut and perky. I had seen them so many times. Just thinking of it caused me to become erect. 

Not only her breasts but her sweet vulva. She kept it shaved one could see. When I had succumbed to my own urges I had found how sexually arousing such a pussy could be. Oh yes, very tempting indeed. 

She would often place her hand upon it while sun bathing. I had seen her and I knew she was fondling it. I believe she caused herself to have orgasms on occasion. 

During one of the times that I rubbed lotion into her soft tender flesh I had noticed her moaning. I am certain that I caused her to tremble and her pussy leaked fluids. Yes, she did enjoy that. I did too, I have to be honest with myself. 

I missed those times. I missed masturbating while I watched her. I missed touching her and making her happy. I know I made her happy. She expressed that verbally as I fucked her. 

But as I say I was going to control my behavior. Especially with her mother present during the day now. Her mother, Erica, was so lovely to me. She enjoyed any kind of sexual activity I might imagine. She delighted in the kind of sex that was rough and made one feel like one was a true sexual machine. 

I was going to have to use her tonight. Yes, I would need to use her thoroughly tonight. I watched Emma walk past me going to bed. She turned back and leaned down. 

"Goodnight, Dick. Sleep well. You too Mom. Have a nice rest." 

She kissed my cheek. I felt her tongue wetly lick me as her delicate hand squeezed my bare arm. I shivered. It was time to go to bed with Erica. Yes, I needed to be alone with my wife. So much like her daughter. Just a little older. Only thirty-eight years old. Right in her sexual prime. Ready to please me. 

I watched as Emma walked slowly away. Her body swayed. I reached out and touched Erica beside me. 

"We must be getting to bed too, my dear. Let's go, love." 

"Of course, Richard." 

We followed behind Emma then passed her door as it closed. I smelled a trace of her jasmine scented perfume. It brought back memories. Yes, some memories appear with certain odors. 

I was becoming rather quickly engorged. My prick was becoming hard. I moved Erica a little faster and she giggled. Like a girl. Like her daughter. 

Upon entering the room I flung her onto our bed. I began tearing my clothing off. She started to do the same. As her naked body appeared I saw her nipples were hard and her shaven pussy was glistening. My erection was pointing upward, ready to be used. 

Yes, I was ready to use my wife. I needed this badly right now. Her long brown hair was in waves to her shoulders. Emma wore hers in braids usually. But it was also long and wavy. 

"Get on the bed. Now. I want that pussy. Please hurry dear. I need to fuck you right now. I want to fuck you from behind, Erica. My cock is so hard. Hurry." 

"Yes, of course, lover. God, I love you to be so masterful. You're an animal, sweetheart. I'm so wet for you baby." 

I could see that she was wet. I could smell it. Yes, it was moist and ready for me to fuck her. I moved quickly, bending my knees to fit my cock head at the entrance of my wife's cunt. I popped my prick into her pussy and delighted in her moans of pleasure. With that I pressed harder. Not wishing to wait any longer I rammed my prick into that cunt. My pussy, yes it was. I was fucking her now, harder. Deeper. Roughly, I grabbed her hair and jerked her head back. 

"Ahhh, fuck baby. Yes, yes, fuck me. Unh, fuck." 

I had one hand on her tender ass and the other kept her hair tightly pulled back. I thrust into her over and over. I was grunting as I screwed my love, my wife. The mother of Emma. Yes, I was fucking her deep and rough and she begged for more. Fucking her was all I had in mind. Yes, all I had in my mind. I fucked her as I had fucked our daughter last week. I fucked that pussy hard. And she loved it. 

"Fuuuck...yeeess...take my cock, take it. Ahhh...fuck. Gahhh!" 

"Baby, baby, baby...fuck me...baby...ahh...fuck." 

She wanted it all. She wanted my fucking. Like our daughter had wanted it. Yes, they both loved me fucking them. I would fuck them both. I would fuck them. Holy fuck. I wanted to screw. I needed to cum. I was fucking her and I was going to cum. I was going to fill her cunt. 

"Now. Richard, baby, fuck, yes, cum for me. I'm cumming so hard baby. Cum in me." 

I was filling her cunt with all the cock I had. I fucked her harder and then I spurted. I was filling her cunt. 

"Yes, fuck yes. Take that, take that cum. Ah, fuck." 

I felt my prick shooting once, twice, then four or five more. I gradually slowed and stopped. I rested with my cock in Erica's pussy. I was still hard. I had ejaculated and I was still hard. I withdrew and she moaned. I released her hair and she turned her head to look at me. She smiled and then giggled. 

"Baby, I need to lick that cock. I want to eat some of the cum off your cock dear. You know I love doing that, don't you, Richard. You're such a fine lover. You're so good to me dear." 

I held my cock out as she spun around on the bed, eager to lick and suck my now softening prick. I was still very sensitive as she licked it, holding it in her little hand. Her hand was as delicate as Emma's. 

They both wore scarlet finger nail polish now. I liked that. I liked the glistening redness on their lips too. Erica's lips were leaving some lipstick on my cock. I thought of Emma's red lips wrapped around it. I moaned. 

The next morning I arose from bed. I was up earlier than normal. I didn't awaken Erica yet. She could sleep in awhile. I took my shower, got dressed, and went downstairs. I was making coffee when Emma came into the kitchen. 

"Good morning Dick." 

"Help, dear. Did you sleep well?" 

"Oh, it took awhile to get to sleep. It was a little noisy. But you know that. You and Mom were doing that thing you do. Such a naughty man you are, Dick." 

I looked at her. This was entirely inappropriate. Why did she speak to me this way? No, it wasn't right. If she were younger I would wash her mouth out with soap. Yes, that was what they did when I was a child. But she was not too old yet for a spanking, I thought. Perhaps some discipline was necessary. 

Grabbing her arm I pulled her out into the living room. She was struggling a little as I dragged her over to the sofa. Sitting down, I turned her over my knees as she protested. She didn't struggle too hard though. I noted that she became rather quiet as I pulled her skirt up and my hand descended upon her rear. 

I had one hand holding her head down and the other was giving her a thrashing. She needed it for speaking to me that way. I was her father. I deserved her respect. My hand slapped her ass. For some reason I was becoming aroused. My penis was starting to grow. I kept spanking her reddening ass cheeks as my prick became erect. 

Emma had begun to moan. At first I thought it was because of the pain. Then I realized that she was expressing the pleasure she felt. My god, she was enjoying this. My cock was now so hard it was straining my trousers. I struck her again and again. I slowed and finally just laid my hand upon her rear. 

Then I gently began to stroke her cheeks and touched her pussy through the cherry colored panties she was wearing. I slipped a finger under and felt the wetness of her cunt. Her moans grew louder and, seemingly, more insistent. 

I pushed one digit into her pussy and felt the heat as I began rhythmically to explore her slit. It was so juicy, so moist, so intoxicating. It's odor mixed with the fragrance of jasmine. 

"You're making me cum, Dick. You're such a dirty old man. You are Dick. Dirty. Oh, fuck. I'm cumming again." 

I pulled my finger out of her pussy and she whimpered. I picked her up and pushed her down onto the floor. She was kneeling on her knees between mine, which were spread widely apart. 

I unzipped my trousers as she giggled. I took out my hard cock, grabbed her neck, and forced her face down to my prick. Her mouth opened eagerly and engulfed me. 

Upstairs the shower started flowing. Erica was up and about. I was not going to stop. No, I was not. This stepdaughter, no, this daughter of mine needed to learn, once and for all, who was boss in this house. 

I kept my hand firmly on the back of her neck and she was gleefully sucking my cock, licking it and then stroking it, using her own saliva as a lubricant. Oh yes, stroking my cock, making me need this. I needed this from Emma. 

"You're a little witch, yes, you are. A whore. A vixen. Yes, you're a little witch. You're a bitch. I'm bewitched. Oh fuck, suck it. Yes, suck my prick." 

Her hand was squeezing my cock harder and tighter, jacking my prick. I was close. Very close. I heard the shower stop. She was going to take my cum. Yes, she was going to swallow it all. I humped up into her mouth forcing her to take more and she was gagging and her spit was dripping down onto my lap. Oh, fuck, I was going to cum. 

"There, there, yes, there, take it, swallow it. Oh fuck, unh, unh." 

She was pulling on my balls and a finger had slipped into my ass hole. The wench was enjoying this. Yes, she was enjoying it. I had taught her well. She had learned who was in charge, as my spunk filled her mouth and she swallowed. 

"Mmm...you're bad, Dick. But sweet. You're just an old sweetie, aren't you Dick? A perverted old sweetie." 

She was giggling. 

"Are you two already downstairs?" 

It was Erica, coming down the stairway. I quickly stood up, stuffed my limp dick back in my chinos, and composed myself. I whispered to Emma. 

"Quick, get in my library. When you mother is in the kitchen get upstairs and clean up." 

She scrambled out through the archway to my library door and entered there. I was over by the kitchen counter pouring coffee when Erica appeared in the room. I smiled at her and gave her a kiss. 

"Good morning, my dear. Sleep well?" 

"Yes. Yes I did my big lover. You tired me out last night." She giggled. 

I smiled again. We both starting preparing breakfast. We often cooked together. I thought I heard footsteps in the hall. 

"Was that Emma coming down? It's getting a little late. No harm. She's still on break," said Erica. 

"Not sure, dear. We'll make enough for all of us. If she isn't down in a few minutes I'll go get her." 

Emma arrived soon after. She held her head down as she waved at her mother. I detected what I assumed was a smirk on her face. Perhaps she was still not disciplined sufficiently. We would see. 

After breakfast I retired to my office and the two girls said something about shopping for the coming school year. I heard the door closing about thirty minutes later. Two perfumes drifted through the house. Jasmine and gardenia. 

A week later we were preparing to take Emma to the train station. She would be going back to her college which was almost twelve hours away. Taking the passenger train was simpler than driving her all the way and then returning. The porters would help load and unload her belongings. 

And a shuttle would meet her at the station when she arrived. 

I had loaded four bags and a large box of necessary items into the trunk of the car. The two girls were still working on makeup and clothing upstairs. I sat in the living room. My thoughts drifted back over the summer. Emma had consumed me to a certain extent. I sometimes felt spellbound by her. But, I certainly bore some of the blame. She was an adorable girl. Charming. 

I smelled jasmine. Emma entered the room. I smiled at her. I rose and approached her. I wanted to hug her and wish her well while I had the chance. Perhaps at the station we would be rushed, and her mother would be rather emotional I assumed. 

Putting my arms around her I felt the warmth of her body. She was almost taller than I was. I wasn't wearing a coat, so I felt her soft and firm body pressing into me. Her nipples seemed to be hard. I took a deep breath as I smelled the aroma of her hair and neck. 

"You're such a horny old man, Dick. I know you'll miss me. More than mother, I expect." 

I was not an old man. I was only fifty for the love of god. What did she mean. Oh well, she was young. It was true that the youth of today didn't seem like me when I was in my teens and early twenties. They were rather presumptuous it appeared. 

Emma was sometimes a little arrogant in her attitudes, thinking she understood me better than I understood myself. But in many ways she was a lovely young lady. Yes, very sweet. 

"Are we ready to leave? Emma, get your sweater. It might be chilly on the train. Did you load everything, Richard?" 

"Yes Erica. It's all in the car. We can leave any time you ladies are ready." 

As we walked out to the car, where I had it ready at the curb, I watched Emma in front of me. It was tantalizing to see her in the tight blouse and short skirt. She was wearing ballet slippers on her tiny feet. Her feet that had the scarlet polish on the toes. 

I was becoming aroused. This would not do. But I was going to miss her. Yes, I admitted it to myself, I would miss my daughter. I'm afraid I was still lusting for her. 

We arrived at the train station. It was an old one that had been renovated and refurbished but it retained its character and charm. Stopping at the main entrance I unloaded the baggage. 

I took a luggage cart and rolled Emma's things out to the boarding area. The girls were sitting in the waiting area. I looked at Erica and Emma and I was finally understanding the loss I would soon feel. 

Then, as I was standing at the doorway, I saw Emma stand up, say something to her mother, and then drift over to a doorway. Glancing over her shoulder at me she smiled. I knew what I had to do. I followed her. 

She was waiting for me out of sight of her mother. She was there outside the lost baggage area. No one was about. I grabbed her arm and we entered the room. I pulled her over behind some boxes near a wall. 

"Dick, you're being a little forceful. I just wanted to give you a kiss goodbye. You're being a bad boy again." 

I pushed her up against the wall. My hand hastily unzipped my trousers and my erection was free. I lifted her skirt and pulled her panties to the side. I crouched down then thrust my prick into her pussy. 

It was wet of course. My little tart was always wet for me. I began fucking her as I lifted her legs up. She wrapped them around me and began kissing me. My hands were gripping her ass flesh. 

Her tongue was hot and wet and my cock was ramming her as I grunted and took what I needed. I had to have her. I was fucking her so roughly because I loved her. I loved my baby girl just like I loved her mother. I needed them both. Oh holy fuck, I needed this pussy. Her legs were tight as I filled her cunt with my cock. 

It was time. It was time to fill her with cum. I could hear a train pulling into the station. I moaned and spurted my sperm into my Emma. Yes, I gave her my seed. Fucking her, my baby. She whimpered and gripped me tighter with her long legs. I thrust a final time then almost collapsed. 

It was over. I pulled out and let her legs down. Her skirt fell and covered her and she buried her head into my shoulder. I knew we had to get out to the waiting area. It was time. It was time to say goodbye. I wiped her legs and my cock with a handkerchief. I kissed her and took her hand. We walked out to Erica. 

Emma was leaving. But she would be back. I hugged my Erica as we waved goodbye. The odor of jasmine still seemed to float in the air.