My Sexy Step-father

When I first learnt that my mother was to remarry after she and my father got divorced two years before I wasn't exactly estatic. But to see her happy made me happy too. I thought my mother's new husband was going to be bald, fat, and unattractive. But I was so wrong.

Andre, that's his name, was young, tall, good physique, baby blue eyes, dark hair. He was in his mid thirties and my mum was in her late forties.

I was eighteen years old with long blonde hair, green blue eyes, petite with a slender figure. Boys my age asked me out but for some reason I said no to them. I wanted Andre. Was it so wrong of me to lust after your mother's new husband? Yes. I tried to get rid of those horrible, disgusting, sexual thoughts racing through my mind when I thought about him.

One day, I came downstairs for breakfast in my pink nightie and Andre was there sitting down at the table reading the morning paper. He raised his eyes and smiled.

"Hello princess, have a nice lay in? You know some of us have been up for hours," he teased and slapped my ass as I walked past him to get to the toaster.

"Could you not do that," I cried. "What if my mum sees it," I lowered my voice.

"Katie, your mum has gone shopping for the day with friends from work. She wont be back until later this evening. So just you and me kiddo."

"I'm no kid," I fired back.

"I can see that," he said, his eyes travelled from my face down over the curves of my body and stayed on my erected nipples.

I turned away from him and took my two pieces of toast onto a plate and spread them with peanut butter. Shaking the kettle I realised that there was no water in it, so I stepped aside to the sink and turned the tap and filled the kettle. My heart pounded as I felt Andre's huge hands come round me and felt up my bosom. Gasping silently I gritted my teeth as it felt wonderful. As I felt the wetness in between my legs I knew that I wanted to feel his huge dick deep inside me.

Putting the kettle on I pushed him away as I took my plate to the table and sat down and began eating.

Andre gazed at me across the dinner table his eyes lingering down at my heaving bosoms lustfully. He stood up and grabbed my waist when I went to the kettle once it started whistling.

"Stop, Andre," I tried to sound confident, when he started kissing me seductively down my neck, collarbone, over my shoulder. I was lost inside his seduction. When his hands ran up underneath my nightie to my soaking pussy I didnt resist.

Andre grinned at me and he looked so handsome. "You don't want me, hey?" he said. "Would you like me inside you?"

I nodded and leaned back my head against his chest and felt him harden against me throbbing to be deep inside me. Andre pulled down his trousers and thrust his huge member inside me making me gasp. I leaned over the sideboard as my stepfather had sex with me from behind.

Andre lifted me up and laid me down on the table and thrust inside me. My legs wrapped around his waist and I was in heaven. I was in true bliss. Seeing me moan with pleasure, made Andre thrust harder and harder and smile down at me. "Do you like it baby?" he asked.

"Yes," I moaned, then I began trembling and cried out as I orgasmed underneath him.

Andre thrust harder and faster until he too cried out and spasmed for a few seconds and then collapsed on top of me. He was breathing heavily.

We looked at each other lustfully and made love again. For some reason, I didn't feel insy bitsy bit guilty fucking my mother's new husband.