Hello! Cody here, again. I wanted to share a little about myself and my family. I am in my lower forties but still feel like I'm in my thirties. In fact, most people think I am still in my lower, to mid-thirties.
I have dark features, which include my dark black hair, dark brown eyes, and a dark Caucasian complexion. I have a slimmer dad bod, which basically means I'm not skinny or built, but I still look good naked. My thick seven-inch cock doesn't hurt either.
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My wife Tess is also in her lower forties but looks much younger too. Most people are floored when they find out that we have a nineteen-year-old daughter. My wife works hard to keep her body fit, by going to palates at least three times a week.
My wife is drop-dead gorgeous. Not only does she have blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, but she has a face that lights up a room with a body to match. She has that perfect bust-waist-hip ratio that makes your cock turn hard no matter what she's wearing.
She simply exudes sexual energy without even trying. I have to admit that it turns me on when I see men getting sexually aroused by her, and she does nothing to prevent it. I know she likes the added attention but would never do anything about it, except maybe fantasize about it later while fucking me.
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My stepdaughter Peyton is the younger, tighter, sluttier version of her mother. She has the same blonde hair and blue eyes as her mother, but, she still has her perky C-cup tits and ass that defy gravity. A fact she seems to enjoy showing off as she walks around the house in tiny half shirts that hang over the edge of her tits, just teasing you with a slight glimpse of the bottom of her exposed breasts.
She also enjoys wearing loose-fitting shorts or skirts that constantly ride up in the back, proudly displaying her firm, round ass cheeks.
There are many times that I think I've been caught staring at her ass, but she seems to brush it off or pretend she didn’t notice. I think she knows exactly when I'm starting at her ass as she will then stretch her body, causing the back of her shorts, skirt, or sleep shirt to lift up, or she’ll find a reason to bend over in front of me.
Her nightshirts are probably my favorite, mostly due to the fact that I have discovered that she, almost exclusively, wears them sans underwear. When I see her donned in one, I make sure to pay extra attention to her movements.
Peyton has asked me to start a new routine of going into her room, each morning, to wake her up. “My alarm doesn’t wake me up,” she told me.
Almost every time I wake her, I’m greeted by an unobstructed view of her bare pussy and ass, revealed under her nightshirt which has ridden up in her sleep. She is always asleep on top of the covers in the morning, never under them, which is strange because she always seems to go to bed snuggled under her covers.
She is such a heavy sleeper that simply calling out her name doesn’t wake her. So I reach down and stoke her bare thighs until she wakes. Each time, I get more brazen as to how close I come to touching her pussy. There have been a couple of times that I was so horny, that I would pull out my hard cock and start stroking it as I looked at her magnificent pussy.
Only once, did I lose control and shot ropes of cum onto my sleeping stepdaughter’s legs. I was able to wipe it off with a towel in her room as I just pretended it was part of waking her up. I stopped jerking off over her, after that close call.
I also like to see how long I can keep my hand on her legs, stroking near her pussy, after she has woken up. Hoping she will take notice and tell me to go higher, but I always lose my will and stop before it becomes awkward.
She usually wakes up and rolls onto her back, stretching her arms high into the air, pulling the front of her shirt even higher, guaranteeing me a wonderful view of her neatly trimmed pussy, just in case I may have missed it earlier.
Occasionally, Tess would have to leave town for a few days for work. On every one of those days, I found Peyton lying in bed, completely nude.
It couldn’t have been a coincidence that she chose these days to fully tempt me with her exposed body, including her perfectly formed bare breasts. I would just stand and gawk at the goddess before me until I couldn’t take it any longer. I would wake her and then make a hasty retreat.
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One particular morning, I let my lust get the better of me.
I decided to use her bare breast to wake her, rather than her thighs. I reached up and cupped one of her perky tits, and then the other. I then lightly rolled her nipples between my fingertips. I felt them harden from my touch and I squeezed them a little harder, watching them fully stiffen suddenly.
I started to lean down to take one of her nipples into my mouth when she started to stir, stopping me from going further. She didn’t seem to actually wake up, so I placed a hand back onto her breast and quietly spoke her name, looking for a response, but hoping for none.
When she didn’t move, I slowly moved my mouth down towards her wanting nipple. As I licked my lips in anticipation, Peyton opened her eyes and studied my movements. I opened my mouth and leaned in closer, just as I was about to close my mouth and latch on to her erect nipple, she spoke, “Mmmmm, good morning, Daddy.”
I turned my head slowly to face her, trying to act as nonchalant as possible, but my heart was now racing a million miles an hour. My head still hovering inches above her breast.
“What are you doing?” She asked in a sweet and innocent tone.
“Umm, I was just, trying to, uh, wake you,” I stammered, as I stood back up into an erect position.
Peyton began her morning stretch, pushing her breasts out further, stealing my attention unwittingly back to her exposed breasts, as she squeaked out, “Oh, I thought maybe, you were trying to do something else.”
Peyton then looked down at my Pajama covered crotch and saw my hard cock pushing up and away from my body, which caused her to smile. She then brought her hands down to her breasts, to cover her indecency, but instead started subtly rolling both of her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers.
She let a little moan, and said, “Well, if there was nothing else you were trying to do then, I guess I better get myself off now, I mean get myself up now.”
She let her intentional, Freudian slip hang in the air as she stared at me, waiting for my next move, and continued to play with her nipples.
I did an about-face, walked out of her room, and closed the door behind me. I stood outside her door, wishing I had the balls to make the first move into forbidden territory. As I stood there, lost in my own self-pity, I heard Peyton moaning, as she had undoubtedly begun masturbating.
I began rubbing my stiff cock, through my thin pajama pants, as I listened to my stepdaughter try to bring herself to orgasm.
She started moaning louder, “Mmm. Oh, Daddy. Fuck me!”
I pulled my cock out of my pants and started jerking off with intent. I leaned back against her door and continued to stroke my cock. Each stroke of my cock was now accentuated by a loud thumping sound against her hollow bedroom door.
“Yes-s-s-s! That’s it! Stroke your hard cock for me! Mmm! Play with my tits again and suck my hard nipples, please! I won’t stop you next time. I’ll let you have your way with me. Please, Daddy! Oh, my god, I want your cock! Come in and fuck me, please! I need your cock in me, right now! Please, Daddy. Why won’t you fuck me?”
“I want to, baby! I want to fuck you so bad, right now!” I finally yelled out in response.
Suddenly, I awoke in my bed with pre-cum soaking the front of my underwear. I was dreaming about the events that had happened the morning before. I looked over and saw my wife looking at me, in bed next to me.
“That was some dream you were having there. So who is it that you ‘want to fuck, right now?'” my wife asked.
“You, baby. I want to fuck you!” I quickly replied.
“Well, here I am. Come and take it. God knows I’m ready to be fucked, right now!”
I fucked my wife hard and rough that morning, just picturing what I would do if I was ever in that situation with my stepdaughter again, awake or asleep.
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There have been nights where Peyton and I talk openly about sex, and she has mentioned that she would understand if I was attracted to her because she was ‘the younger, hotter version of her mother.'
There have also been a few nights of drinking together that the sexual tension seemed to be so thick that we would both have to retreat to our respective bedrooms and get ourselves off, to prevent things from escalating.
However, the fact that we knew we were masturbating, right down the hall from each other, because we had turned each other on so much that we needed immediate sexual release, did nothing to lower the sexual tension between us.
In fact, I think it only made it worse.
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Ray, my stepdaughter’s boyfriend, is probably the fittest among us. He goes to the gym regularly and lifts weights. He’s not overly buff to look like a meathead, but his muscles are definitely well-toned.
You know the look that makes women wet and men jealous. He has dark features like me although looking nothing like me. We do, however, have a lot in common personality-wise. It’s even gotten to the point where my stepdaughter made the comment, “Why are you guys so much alike?”
Which led to Tess responding with, “Well, you know what they say? Women tend to date men that remind them of their fathers.”
To which Peyton replied, “I’m just glad I’m finally dating a guy like my stepfather, instead of assholes like my real father.”
Ray has a great sense of humor and a very kind and loving side to him. While he may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, I chalk it up to more of a lack of life experience than a lack of intelligence.
One of the things I’ve noticed about Ray is he doesn’t seem to know the amount of sex appeal he has over others. I have seen women drooling and throwing themselves at him, Tess included, and he is completely oblivious.
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I remember one day when Ray came over before Peyton had gotten home, right after he had just finished working out at the gym. He was in a ripped at the sides, workout tank top, with his muscles looking large and glistening with sweat.
We were all in the kitchen chatting and Tess couldn’t take her eyes off of him. She kept commenting on how good he looked.
As she moved about the tight quarters, Tess kept bumping into him and pressing her hand against his chest or arms as she went around him.
The most exciting part was when Tess bent over to get something out of a lower cupboard right in front of Ray. She pushed her ass back right against Ray's crotch.
Ray became frozen in fear as he looked up at me with wide eyes. I just smiled back at him and nodded slightly.
He looked back down at my wife’s ass, which was rocking back and forth slowly as she rummaged around in the cupboards.
“I know it’s here somewhere. I can just feel it,” she said.
“What are you looking for, honey?" I asked.
“I’m looking for that long, thick stick thingy I use for shoving stuff into my blender," she said with bated breath.
“Do you mean your ‘low profile tamper tool’? I’m sure it’s in there somewhere. I think the last time you used it, you pushed it all-l-l the way in. Keep looking, I’m sure it’s bound to come up,” I said, egging her actions on even further.
Don’t ask me why I remember the name of this thing, but if you saw it, you’d remember it too.
Having become more comfortable with the situation, extremely turned on, or just not knowing what to do with his hands, Ray gently placed his hands on my wife’s ass and hips.
“Can you see it from there?” she asked Ray, encouraging him to remain in position.
In response to her question, Ray leaned forward to get a better view inside the cupboard, pressing his now stiff cock further into my wife’s wet cunt, and ass, causing her to push out a heavy breath of air, almost, but not quite a moan.
“What is that in your hand?” he asked.
“Oh yes! Right there! Don’t move, I’m almost there... I mean, I’ve almost got it,” she shouted.
“Huh? But it’s already in your hand,” he replied, without considering the consequences.
“Fuck,” Tess swore, under her breath.
Tess leaned a little further forward and then slammed her ass backward into Ray's crotch as she pulled out of the cupboard and stood, causing him to stagger backward.
Tess triumphantly held up a long, black, thick, phallic-looking device which she proudly displayed, and said, “Boy, that was really way up in there, but, I think I’m too drained to even bother making smoothies now.”
“Unless you’d still like to try a taste of my world-famous smoothie?” she said as she turned around to face Ray, still gripping the large phallic device in her hand.
Ray was leaning back against the counter in a stupor. Tess and I both looked at him at the same time, and what we saw was quite exhilarating.
Ray was wearing a pair of loose-fitting grey basketball shorts and an even looser pair of boxers underneath. Tess and I both stopped to stare at his large cock, which was clearly protruding straight forward, tenting his basketball shorts and leaving nothing to the imagination.
At the tip of his cock was a large wet stain that was clearly visible, as it was three shades darker than the rest of his shorts. I couldn’t decide if this stain was caused by Ray or my wife.
“Umm, I’d love to taste your smoothie, but maybe later? Is it okay if I take a quick shower before Peyton gets home?” he said timidly.
“Of course sweetie, you look like you could really use one after the workout you’ve had today,” Tess replied, while she considered offering to wash his back, but thought better of it.
“Thanks,” he said as he turned to head for the shower, his cock pointing the way.
My wife watched him walk away, turning to me only after he was out of sight, “I think I need to go upstairs and lay down for a bit,” pausing for effect, “Would you care to join me?” she added in a sultry tone.
She already knew my answer and didn’t require a response. I followed close behind her as we headed up the stairs. My face was close enough behind her that I could smell the distinct aroma of her arousal.
As soon as we entered the bedroom, my wife attacked me without even bothering to close the door. She ripped my pants off and took my entire, already hard shaft, into her mouth. She sucked with such vigor that I thought she might actually be able to suck it right off completely.
She then pushed her hand deep down inside her pants and underwear, where she found her steaming hot cunt, which was soaking wet. It had already soaked all the way through her pants and was deposited onto the front of Ray's shorts.
Her love juices soaked into Ray's shorts and intermingled with the copious amounts of pre-cum that Ray had expelled while pressing against her, imagining his hard cock was thrusting into my wife’s pussy.
My wife then shot up, pulled her pants down just far enough to expose her ass and pussy, then laid over the edge of the bed with her ass pushed out towards me. Recreating the position she was just in downstairs, she said, “Fuck me with your huge cock now!”
“And hurry, before my husband comes home,” she imagined herself saying.
As I began fucking my wife with the best enthusiasm I could muster. My wife imagined how the scenario downstairs could have played out differently, had I not been home.
I continued to fuck my wife from behind, giving her multiple orgasms as she imagined Ray fucking her from behind, right there in the kitchen, with the added thrill of possibly getting caught by her husband or even her daughter.
She wasn’t sure which would be worse, but both were just as thrilling.
Next, she began imagining Ray’s nude body, with his cock fully hard, caused by her.
She pictured him standing under the shower head, stroking his hard cock, thinking of her.
Then my wife stood and said, “Fuck me against the wall.”
She imagined herself, completely naked, walking into the bathroom where Ray was showering. She saw herself opening the shower door and witnessing Ray, stroking his nice, long cock.
As she entered the shower, she said, “That looks too big for just one person to handle. Here, let me help you with that.”
And just like before, every thrust of my cock was Ray’s cock, thrusting into her, in her mind.
Once she had been fucked to the point where she could no longer stand, I...
