After months of trying to forget about the carnal encounter with my stepdaughter Joy, I was finding myself increasingly obsessed.
Telling my wife I wanted to clean out our photos files, I spent hours sorting through pictures of our family, making sure to examine closely any of the thousands of snapshots of Joy that enticed my libido: Joy in the swimming pool with her bikini riding her lovely ass crack; Joy in her lingerie on her wedding day before the virginal white gown went hid her tight body; Joy asleep on the couch with just a touch of curly blonde pubic hair peeking out from her shorts.
It was so wrong, I told myself as I stroked my cock dreaming of my thirty-eight-year-old petite stepdaughter. She is the mother of my grandchildren and the daughter of my wife. And yet, she was a woman, I was a man, and we had the most amazing sex during our last trip to see her. We both wanted it. I could not get her out of my mind.
Nothing this good could be taboo, I thought. Nothing could be wrong if it left us both breathless and thankful for finally fulfilling our fantasy of a lustful liaison. Was I justifying? Hell yes.
Was I turning into a dirty old man? Maybe so. But fuck, it felt so good.
Still, Joy was out of reach, living about three hundred miles away, and I tried to convince myself that it was for the best. One and done, I told myself. And besides, it's not like was going sexually unsatisfied. My wife and I still did the deed regularly, even if not as frequently as when we were younger. I was fifty-eight and my wife was sixty-two. We were bound to be slowing down. We weren't experimenting as much, either, but after nearly thirty years, we'd done it just about every way possible. Still, what we lacked in newness we made up with knowing each other’s bodies and never being in a hurry. Slow, luxurious romps were more our style these days. And yet, I had to admit, a hot quickie with a woman half my age or younger held a certain appeal to my over-hyped libido.
As the holidays were approaching, Joy called us to discuss plans. It was a delight to hear her voice, and when she laughed or groaned, I felt a surge in my groin. Just the sound of my little girl, now a full-grown woman, was turning me on. Before she hung up, both my wife and I told her we loved her, and I was quick to add, "Call us anytime.”
Two nights later, my wife was out with her old girlfriends drinking and dancing with the Chippendale's male strippers. I knew she'd be getting plenty randy, and I was turned on by the promise of a fun time when she got home. I found myself masturbating to some sexy videos and photos on the computer while I waited up. Just keeping myself ready, I thought. When the phone rang a little just before midnight, I figured it meant she was on her way home, and I started to get excited. Instead, she said the girls had decided not to end the night, so they were going to a single girlfriend's house to continue drinking and watch a movie. "Don't wait up," my dearest told me.
Disappointed, I began to look for some more porn I could use to squeeze out some of my frustration. After a couple of minutes, the phone rang again, and I figured my bride had changed her mind and wanted a good fucking. When I looked at the caller ID, I saw it was not the Mrs., but her hot blonde daughter, Joy. My heart swelled, along with something else.
"Hey, babe," I croaked out when I pushed the talk button. "So good of you to call."
"Oh, hi, Tim. I tried mom, but she said she was out with the girls, so I figured that meant you were home alone. Hope I am not interrupting, or it's too late."
"Not at all. It's a thrill to hear your voice," I said, not exaggerating. "I've been thinking of you ... a lot."
"Tim, I know what you mean," she sighed in a whisper that exuded seduction. "Ever since the last time you came … I mean, the last time you were here, I can't seem to think straight about much of anything. I know what we did was wrong, but it was so, so good."
I swallowed hard, and she went on.
"I went out on a date a couple of weeks ago, and when the guy was trying to get me to give him a blow job in the car before he drove me home, all I could think about was you and your cock and how kind and gentle and loving you were. I don't know if anyone will ever be able to make me feel the way you do. I think you might have ruined me ... in a good way, I mean."
"Shh ... shh," I said into the phone. "It's OK. There are good men out there. And please don't shame yourself and think of what we did as being all nasty and wrong. It happened. We're adults. We just have to be careful."
I didn't really know what I was saying. I just know that I was getting hornier and hornier and harder and harder. Yeah, I thought what we did was nasty and wrong. That's what made it so fucking hot and good!
"You mean careful so it doesn't happen again?" she asked, "Or careful so we don't get caught?"
My dick surged. My stepdaughter, three hundred miles away, was practically begging me to fuck her. I decided to take a chance.