Not Stepdaughter Comes Home from College

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Not Stepdaughter Comes Home from CollegeYou’ve been away at college for a few years, and you’ve had a falling out with your Mom. Ever since the divorce, she’s been a different person and you’ve stopped seeing and talking to her entirely. Winter break is starting, though, and it’s a new year. You’ve decided as one of your New Year’s resolutions that you’re going to reconnect with her and try to make things work, starting with surprising her with a visit.After your flight, you load up a cab with your suitcases and head to your c***dhood house (of course, Mom got the house after the divorce, she had a much better lawer). Looking through the window, you reminisce about the town you grew up in, the stores you recongnize, the small changes since the last time you were here.When the taxi pulls up, you see your old house and it looks much the same – you feel a twinge of nostalgia and anxiety, a strange mixture that makes you hesitate, but you press forward, tipping the driver and dragging your things to the door. Looks like there’s no cars in the driveway, she probably isn’t home. You try your old key, and it still works, thankfully.The house looks and smells just like you remembered, memories come flooding back. The time you sc****d your knee as a k** and your Dad carried you and patched you up…the time you snuck your boyfriend in and sucked him off in the living room while your parents slept upstairs…the last shouting match you got into with your Mom the last time you were in this house.You make your way upstairs, to see if your bedroom is still there, not hopeful – she’s probalby turned it into a storage room for her creepy porcelain dolls or maybe she’s put exercise equipment in there that she’ll use for a month and then never touch again. Opening the door, you’re shocked – it’s still your room. All of your things are there, you tear up just a little – maybe this means that she does still love you after all. After a moment of reflection, you decide that it aydın escort probably just means she hasn’t gotten around to cleaning it out yet. Exhausted from travel and anxiety, you plop down onto the bed that you spent years talking on the phone, sleeping, masturbating in and fall asleep.When you awake, it’s to a voice coming from downstairs – a man’s voice. It’s not one you recognize, and you realize that maybe surprising your mom without notice wasn’t a great idea. You contemplate going downstairs and trying to explain who you are, but every mental runthrough of that situation in your head is beyond awkward, so you wait. You hear the man talking to someone on the phone, and you deduce that the man is your mother’s boyfriend, maybe husband, and that your mom will be home very late from work. The man seems disappointed, makes a comment about being disappointed about their plans being cancelled, but acquiesces and hangs up. You stay there, not sure what to do, so you lie back on your bed quietly, and start to text your best friend about the situation.She thinks it’s hilarious, and keeps suggesting ridiculous solutions: wear a bedsheet and pretend to be a ghost, climb out of the window and make a break for it, walk downstairs naked and get revenge on her mom by fucking her man’s brains out. You silently laugh her suggestions off and lie there quietly, thinking that this will probably be funny later, but for now, your heart is going to pound out of your chest. That’s when you hear strange sounds coming from downstairs…sounds that seem familiar but you aren’t recognizing them yet. Your brain isn’t allowing it. You freeze.It’s porn. The man, probably your new Stepfather, is watching porn on the bigscreen tv in the living room. He thinks he’s alone and he has the volume up. Oh god, he’s probably jacking off down there, and doesn’t even know that I’m here…this is soooo embarassing, you think. It’s ok, you just have to make it through the night, there’s escort aydın no reason for him or your mom to come into your room, so if you just stay here until tomorrow, it will all be okay. You lie back on the bed, hearing the porno, a girl moaning with lusty groans and panting, the wet-slapping sounds of sex, the throaty growls of a male slamming into her, the gagging and gulping sounds of oral, the telltale groaning of the male and cooing of the female during the moneyshot. He’ll probably just blow a load after five, ten minutes and be done, you think.An hour later, he’s still watching porn – you’ve heard gangbangs, you’ve heard play**** scenes, you’ve heard lots and lots of wet, hardcore, filthy sex. The kind that you watch when you have the dorm room to yourself for a few minutes and need to rub one out. This is when you realize that the endorphins from the situation and the continuous sounds of porn coming from downstairs have made you feel….a little frisky. What’s the problem with rubbing one out right now? You reach down into your jeans and panties, and quickly find your wetness, dipping your middle finger in and dragging it back up to your swollen clit. This should only take a few minutes, you were more excited than you realized. Your eyes close, your back arches, your breathing becomes shallower as the sound of the porn mingles with your quiet panting. Your hand works between your thighs, getting you closer and closer. “Fuck me! Fuck me like the little whore I am, Daddy!” you hear from the porn downstairs, and you bite your bottom lip. Inces+ porn is one of your favorite types. You can tell that you’re about a minute away from cumming when you hear steps coming up the stairs. You know there’s no reason for him to come into your room, but what if? So you frantically, and quietly, slip into your closet and close it as much as you can behind yourself just in case.And then your bedroom door opens.You hold your breath and a million thoughts aydın escort bayan race through your brain. You wonder if he’ll see your suitcases on the other side of the bed…if he can smell the faint sweet aroma of your wet pussy…if he knows your here….what the hell you’ll say if he finds you in the closet….and then you see what he’s doing.He’s completely naked, his erect cock is large and thick and very hard…and he’s going through your old panty drawer. You’d left some panties in there when you left and hadn’t even thought about them. He grabs a pair you haven’t seen since you were 17 and he brings it to his face. You doubt that he can smell anything, wondering what the fuck is going on. He lowers the panties to his massive cock and lies down on your bed, wrapping your little pink teen panties around his throbbing erection and he starts to stroke slowly.You’re furious, you’re scared, you’re disgusted….and somehow, you’re also turned on. You don’t admit it to yourself at first, but after a few minutes of watching through the crack in the opened closet door, you can feel the flush in your face, the heat eminating from your pussy. You tell yourself that it’s just nerves, that it’s just because you were masturbating and you didn’t finish…but there’s something about what you’re seeing. His middle aged body has been well maintained – he’s lean and masculine and well hung. Old enough to be your father, but you can tell that he attracts women of all ages. Your mouth involuntarily waters at the sight of his cock even if there’s something undeniably fucked up about him using your panties. It’s thick without being unsightly, long without being scary, the tip is smooth and round and just slightly glossy from precum, the balls bounce between his muscular thighs, shaved. You move quietly in the closet, contemplating masturbation, but you shoot that thought down immediately – you can’t help what your body’s reaction is, but you can help what you do.”I know you’re in the closet,” his voice playfully calls out, “and I know you were masturbating just a minute ago.” He lies there, continuing to stroke his beautiful cock slowly. “Why don’t you come out and introduce yourself.”(to be continued)

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