Paul sat in his empty house staring at the TV. He was often alone these days, as his wife, Tonia, was frequently out of town. She had grown successful in her business, and when she wasn't traveling for work, she was off on another girls' trip. Paul had limited vacation time from work, so he only took one or two trips a year with his wife.

So, he sat alone in his house. It was big for just two people, almost 3,500 square feet. When they'd moved in, it hadn't felt so big. Tonia's daughter (Paul's stepdaughter), Tiffany, had moved back home to finish college, and they had a roommate to help with expenses. After a few years, Tiffany met a boy, moved out, and got married. Several years after that, the roommate finally got a place of their own. So, now, it was just Paul and Tonia.

Paul had been watching a show about serial killers. He had tried to watch some porn on his computer, but honestly, he was growing tired of it. He had taken to watching it quite a bit and had even signed up for an adult chat site, trying to fill the void left by his often absent wife. Earlier in the day, he had tried to watch porn once again and even attempted to masturbate. But the porn just wasn't doing it for him, so he turned his attention to the TV instead.

About the time he got bored with the show that was on and was mindlessly channel surfing, his phone buzzed. He looked down and was surprised to see Tiffany was calling. She rarely called him, preferring to text, as most people her age (now 35) did.

"Hey, stranger, what's up?" he said, answering the phone.

"No stranger than you, Paul!" she responded, as she always did. She always simply called him Paul. He met Tonia when Tiffany was 7 and married Tonia when Tiffany was 14. Paul just called her Tiffany. Her friends and in-laws called her Tiffy, but Paul never liked the sound of that, so he stuck with Tiffany.

"If you only knew the half of it, you'd never speak to me again."

"Why don't I doubt you?" she said lightheartedly.

"Anyway, what's up? You don't usually call."

"I'm driving, so I couldn't text. So I called, hands-free. Anyway, I am on your side of town, and I have that hoodie I borrowed from Mom, so I thought I would drop it off while I'm close. I wanted to call so you had time to kick your girlfriend out before I got there," she joked. She knew Paul didn't have a girlfriend, but she was aware her mom was out of town and didn't want to use her key and walk in on Paul doing...something else. She wasn't a dumb girl.

"Yeah, come on by; it'll be nice to have some company."

Tiffany lived in the same area as Paul, but while Paul lived near the center of the metro area, Tiffany and her husband lived in one of the city's suburbs, and it was 45 minutes with no traffic to get to Paul and Tonia's house, almost 90 minutes when traffic was heavy. It made sense for her to drop by since she was close.

Paul looked forward to seeing Tiffany. Not only was he lonely and bored, but Tiffany had grown into a beautiful woman. Paul had noticed when she moved home from college after her first year. She had been politely told not to return to that college due to her grades. She had followed a boy to college instead of going where she really wanted to. He broke up with her barely a month after they started, and she got depressed and decided that partying was more important than studying. She moved home on the condition that she would attend the local college and get a degree. She accepted the terms, went to an online school for a year before being allowed into the local college, and was now happily not using her chosen degree but instead was a department director at the locally based corporate office of a nationwide craft store.

Paul took notice of her now mature frame when she moved back. She had been tall her whole life, topping out at 5'11" in high school. Upon her return from college, her hips had filled out, and she had gone from an A-cup to a B-cup. He only knew her cup size because he checked when taking her bra out of the dryer. Now that she had a son, she had grown to a 34C. He was sure Tiffany had caught him looking at her ass on at least a couple of occasions, but she had never said anything if she did. He had even caught a glimpse of her breasts a couple of times while she was breastfeeding. She was comfortable around Paul. She didn't just flop her breasts out to feed, but at the same time didn't feel the need to go to another room. Paul had masturbated thinking about Tiffany's ass on a not irregular basis once she moved home. On those occasions, he caught a glimpse of her breasts, he masturbated as soon as she left, often cumming much harder than he normally did.

Paul double-checked to make sure he had closed out any porn sites and then closed his laptop. It wouldn't be prudent to need to look something up while she was there and have the sights and sounds of porn come to life.

Tiffany walked in the door a few minutes later. Paul got up from his chair and went to greet her. He took the hoodie from her and placed it over a chair in the kitchen, and then hugged her, trying not to notice her breasts against his chest. At 6'2" himself, he was only 3 inches taller than her.

"Hey, kid," he said as he walked back to the family room. "What brings you over to this side of town?"

"Oh, just my monthly lunch with my book club. Really just an excuse to have a couple of drinks, pretend to talk about a book for a few minutes, and then gossip. Nothing you'd be interested in, I'm sure."

"Aw, come on. You know I'm always interested in girl talk." Paul rolled his eyes. "Greg 'babysitting' today?"

"I'm sure he's not. He said he needed to go to his parents' house. So I'm sure grandma is babysitting, and Greg is in the shop with his dad, 'working' on the Chevy."

"Sounds about right." Paul lamented. Paul liked Greg enough, but felt that Greg did not handle his share of the parenting. Watching kids was women's work, and it was the man's job to earn money and go play with the boys. Of course, that didn't mean he didn't want Tiffany to have a full-time job in addition to handling 85% of the parenting duties.

Paul could see the frustration on Tiffany's face. They both knew Greg was a loving father, but his views on marriage and parenting came right out of 1955.

"You have time for a drink with this strange old man? Paul asked. "I can make you a margarita on the rocks."

"That sounds...great, actually."

Tiffany plopped down on the couch while Paul set about making a couple of drinks, then returned, handed Tiffany her drink, and sat down next to her on the couch. They sat and chatted about life, Paul letting Tiffany vent about how she wished Greg were more helpful, but that he was getting better. Paul had to admit to himself that Greg had changed. He no longer referred to their earnings as his money and her money, and he no longer complained about her daily coffee drink purchases. Now, if he could only be more active in parenting his sons.

Paul put his arm around Tiffany's shoulders.

"You're a great mom, you know that, right? You deserve these days to yourself; you've earned it. I'm just glad that you didn't just drop off the hoodie and run away. We don't hang out anymore, just the two of us. Hey, remember that time you were home from college on Christmas break, but your mom had to leave for a few days to go to her conference? Wasn't that the time we got in that huge argument?" Paul chuckled at the memory. It had been their one and only "big" argument. She had wanted to go to Mexico with some girlfriends while she was home on break. Paul had said she had spent all semester partying, and she needed to stay home and spend time with him and her mom. Tiffany had protested that her mom wasn't even there. Paul argued that it was a work requirement while her partying was a choice. While there were a lot of raised voices and "I'm an adult now!" Tiffany finally agreed to stay home, and all was well by the next morning.

"I know I am. And yes, it was. I was just young and didn't realize you just missed me and wanted to spend time with your 'favorite daughter'."

Paul hugged Tiffany tighter, pulling her so she was leaning into him. "I always want to spend time with you," he said lovingly.

Tiffany leaned against Paul for several seconds, then asked, "Are you ready for another drink? I know I am."

Tiffany leaned forward to grab her glass but misjudged and knocked the glass to the floor, spilling the ice onto the carpet. She jumped up, flustered, and bent over to pick the ice cubes up. She was bent over at the waist, her ass right in front of Paul's face. Instead of jumping up to help her, Paul's eyes locked onto his stepdaughter's ass, only inches away. He stared hard as she picked up ice, admiring how her knee-length skirt hugged her hips and buttocks.

A slight moan escaped his lips involuntarily.

If she heard him, she didn't react. She picked up all the ice, placing it back in the glass, and stood straight. She began to walk to the kitchen, Paul's eyes following her when she turned her head to look at him and shot him the biggest, most mischievous smile he had ever seen from her. Paul knew he was busted for sure but was completely taken aback by the response. She had not yelled at him, not glared at him, not even called him a pervert. She had simply smiled.

He stood and followed her to the kitchen with his glass. She was washing her glass out in the sink. "You're not leaving already, are you?" he asked.

"No, not yet." Her voice was quieter than normal. She seemed hesitant.

"Good. It's been quiet around here and I've been enjoying the company." Paul said.

"Yeah, I can tell. Did you get a good eyeful?" She turned toward him, a hand on her hip, her eyes looking into his.

Paul turned red. "I'm sorry. I... shouldn't have stared like that." This is it he thought. She was going to let him have an earful.

"Don't be sorry. I don't blame you. I would have looked too. It was right in front of you." She winked as she said it.

"Tiffany, I didn't mean to..."

"That's bull, Paul" Her words stopped him cold. He looked at her, mouth moving, but no words coming out. "I know you've looked before. You've been looking for years now. I've seen you watch as I walk by. I've seen you try to look down my shirt whenever I was sitting down or bending over. And I know you tried to catch glimpses when I was breastfeeding."

Paul's mind was reeling. She didn't sound angry, but he was sure she must be. He had just been caught leering at his stepdaughter. "Why didn't you say anything to me? Why didn't you tell your mom?"

"Well, because...I guess because I liked it. It made me feel good that you found my body attractive."

Paul couldn't believe what she had said. He thought he was pretty inconspicuous when he was looking, but now he knew he was just as obvious as any other guy. He stood frozen, unable to think of what to say.

Tiffany reached out and placed her hand on his. She leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek. "It's okay, Paul. I know you love me. I love you too, and I know you'd never do anything to intentionally hurt either of us."

"The last thing I'd ever want to do is hurt you." Paul nearly whispered.

Tiffany took Paul's hand and guided it to her hip. "You can kiss me. If you want to."

For a moment, Paul did nothing, looking at his hand on Tiffany's hip. Then his eyes rose to meet hers. There was a look he had not seen in her before. Was it desire? He wasn't sure. But he knew what was in his heart.

Paul leaned in and kissed Tiffany's lips softly. His heart nearly beating out of his chest, he still wasn't sure he should do this.

Tiffany didn't pull away. Instead, she moved his hand to her back, then placed both her hands on his hips and kissed him back. Paul put both arms around Tiffany now, kissing her more urgently, his right hand moving lower to feel her ass in his hand. He squeezed, garnering a moan from Tiffany.

They stood at the kitchen sink kissing, lost in the passion. Paul was flush with the lust he had so long denied. His hand now moving from Tiffany's backside to find her left breast, he feels her nipple erect under her shirt. He squeezes her breast, feeling the soft flesh give under his hand before squeezing the nipple lightly between his thumb and forefinger. Tiffany pushes her chest toward him, breaking the kiss. She moaned, "Paul, your hand feels so good. I've wanted you to touch me for a long time."

"I can't tell you how often I've thought about this," Paul whispers back and then places his lips on her neck, kissing her soft skin, moving toward her shoulder.

"Let's move to the couch, we'll be more comfortable," she instructs him.

Paul takes her hand and leads her back to the living room. He stands her in front of the couch, facing it, "Get on your knees on the couch, bend over with your arms on the back". She does as he says, her legs slightly spread, her forearms on the back of the couch. He stands back momentarily and admires Tiffany's sexy body. She has a little extra weight since having her baby, but Paul only saw it as giving her a little more curves. He knelt behind her, slipping off her shoes before placing his hands on her calves, then running them up her legs to the hem of her skirt. He pushed her skirt up over her butt, revealing her lacy yellow panties. A small wet spot had already formed. He placed his hands on her cheeks and leaned forward, running his tongue across the silky material. Tiffany moaned in anticipation.

His hands found the waistband of her panties, and he tugged them down, pushing them to her knees. Her pussy was nicely trimmed with a soft layer of dishwater blonde hair. He breathed in deep, smelling her scent for the first time before flicking his tongue out and running it up her pink lips. Tiffany sucked in a deep breath and moaned out slowly. Paul's tongue felt amazing as he began to lick her up and down, licking up her juices. He moved down and then licked from the bottom of her pussy all the way up, and circling her tight brown hole with his tongue. Tiffany hadn't expected that, as no one had licked her like that before. She turned her head back towards him with an approving smile, "Mmm, do that again." she told him.

Paul was happy to oblige. He again pushed his tongue against her pussy, running it from bottom, up, licking as much juice as he could along the way, then again running his tongue across her back hole. He used his hands on her hips to pull her body against his face. He had dreamed about this, stroked to this very fantasy, and he was enjoying every second of the reality.

With careful exuberance, Paul opened his mouth wide, completely covering Tiffany's pussy, and began pressing into her lips with his tongue. He could feel her squirm against him. It was obvious to Paul that Greg either didn't care to eat Tiffany out or didn't care to make sure she enjoyed it. Paul, for one, loved to eat pussy, but Tonia had only let him do it a few times. He had tried from the beginning, but Tonia said she found it boring as she didn't know what to do during the act. Now Tiffany was not only letting him, but was encouraging him as well.

He pushed his tongue into her pussy as far as he could, then began making lapping motions. He moved his head up and down as he did so to accentuate the movement of his tongue. Tiffany responded by reaching back and pulling his head harder against her pussy. "Fuck, Paul, that feels so good. Don't stop yet, please."

Paul wanted to make Tiffany cum. He reached around with his left hand, searching for her clit with his fingers. He began rubbing in small circles as he continued to lick and lap her pussy. He could feel her juices flowing faster now, sliding down his chin. Tiffany let go of his head, and her hand moved to her breast. She began playing with her breasts through her blouse and bra. Paul couldn't see it, but could tell by her movements what she was doing. The fact that she was teasing her own nipple only turned him on even more. He doubled down on his efforts to please her with his tongue. He was now alternating between trying to tongue fuck her and then returning to licking her outer lips.

Tiffany's hips began to buck back against Paul's Face. It had only been a few short...