Tomi's guide to bed wetting

DADDY

Ava stepped into the dining room wearing her favorite white silk nighty. It was short, dangerously short, with thin spaghetti straps and a neckline that dipped low between her full breasts. The hem barely reached the middle of her thighs. She knew it was revealing, but tonight she didn’t care. It was just the three of them, and the house felt warmer than usual.

Her mom, Claire, was already at the table, smiling warmly.

“Ava, honey, sit down. We need to talk before I leave.”

Ava slid into her chair across from her stepfather, Damon. Her mom had married him two years ago. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt that stretched across his chest. When his gaze flicked over her barely-covered body, something flickered in his eyes.

Claire reached over and squeezed Ava’s hand.

“I’m leaving for that conference in Singapore tomorrow morning. I’ll be gone for two whole weeks. I need you to be good while I’m away, okay? No crazy parties, come home on time, and listen to Damon. He’s in charge.”

“Yes, Mom,” Ava said sweetly, though her mind was elsewhere.

Damon’s eyes were on her again. She could feel the weight of his stare on her cleavage, her n*****s pressing against her top at attention.

Claire stood up to get more water from the kitchen. “I’ll be right back.”

As she walked away, Ava reached for the salt, and her spoon slipped from her fingers, clattering to the floor.

“Oops,” she murmured.

Without thinking, she pushed her chair back and bent down to pick it up. The loose neckline of her nighty gaped open completely. Her full, round breasts spilled out, n*****s hardening instantly in the cool air. She stayed bent over for a second longer than necessary, giving Damon a clear, unobstructed view of her chest.

When she finally sat back up, spoon in hand, she looked straight at him.

Damon wasn’t even pretending not to stare. His jaw was tight, eyes dark with raw hunger as they lingered on her exposed chest. He slowly dragged his gaze up to meet hers. The heat in his stare made her p***y throb.

Ava’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t cover up immediately. Instead, she bit her lower lip and held his stare for one charged second before pulling the neckline back into place.

She stood up, plate in hand. “I’m done. I’ll take this to the kitchen.”

As she walked past Damon, she felt his eyes burning into her ass, the short nighty swaying with every step and threatening to reveal the curve of her bare cheeks. She could practically feel the intensity of his gaze following her all the way into the kitchen.

Her heart was racing. Her n*****s were rock hard. And between her thighs, she was already getting wet.

Behind her, she heard the low scrape of Damon’s chair as he shifted uncomfortably.

Claire returned from the kitchen a moment later, completely oblivious. “Everything okay?”

Ava smiled sweetly, though her voice was a little breathier than usual.

“Everything’s fine, Mom. I’ll be good while you’re gone.”

She glanced toward the dining room, where Damon was still sitting, staring at the doorway like a man who had just seen something he could no longer resist.

The two weeks ahead suddenly felt a lot more dangerous… and exciting.

---

Ava woke up gasping, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her p***y was soaked, throbbing between her thighs. In the dream, Damon had her bent over the dining table, nighty pushed up to her waist, f*****g her deep and hard while growling her name. She could still feel his thick c**k stretching her, his hands gripping her hips.

“f**k…” she whispered, pressing her thighs together.

She glanced at the clock. 9:15 a.m. Her mom was leaving soon.

Ava slipped out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom. She ran a hot bath, sinking into the water with a soft moan. Her fingers trailed down her body, circling her c**t as she replayed the dream. She came quickly, biting her lip to stay quiet, imagining it was Damon’s tongue instead of her own fingers.

After bathing, she chose her outfit carefully, a tight pink crop top that hugged her breasts and showed a strip of her toned stomach, paired with tiny denim shorts that barely covered her ass. She wanted to feel sexy today.

Downstairs, her mom was already at the door with her suitcase.

“Ava, sweetie, I’m heading out now. Be good, okay? Listen to Damon. Call me if you need anything.” Claire hugged her tightly.

“I will, Mom. Safe flight. I love you.”

As her mom’s car pulled away, Ava felt a rush of freedom… and nervousness. She was now alone with Damon for two weeks.

She grabbed her phone and headed to her best friend Ruby's house.

“So… you were touching yourself while moaning his name?” Ruby's eyes were wide as Ava finished telling her everything that happened at dinner.

Ava nodded, cheeks flushed. “And when I bent over… he couldn’t stop staring at my t**s. It was so intense.”

Ruby grinned mischievously. “Girl… you should just f**k him and get it out of your system.”

Ava laughed nervously. “Ruby! He’s my stepdad!”

“Exactly. He’s hot, you’re horny, and your mom is gone for two whole weeks. Just seduce him. Ride that d**k once or twice, get the fantasy out, then move on. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Ava bit her lip, her p***y tingling again at the thought.

Maybe her best friend was right.

Ava heard male voices laughing downstairs the next evening. Damon had friends over… probably his usual poker night crew. A wicked idea formed in her mind.

She took her time getting ready. She chose the sluttiest outfit she owned: a tiny black pleated skirt that would expose her ass if she bent a little, a deep red crop top that tied in the front and showed massive underboob, and no bra. Her n*****s poked obviously against the thin fabric. She added glossy lips, loose wavy hair, and a touch of perfume between her breasts.

When she walked downstairs, the conversation died instantly.

Three of Damon’s friends turned to stare. Their eyes widened as they took in her body, long legs, bouncing breasts, and the way her skirt rode up with every step.

Damon’s jaw clenched so hard she thought it might break.

She smiled sweetly. “Hi, guys. Just grabbing some water.”

One of his friends, a bulky guy named Marcus, let out a low whistle. “Goddamn, Damon. This your stepdaughter? When the hell did she grow up like that?”

Another one chuckled. “If she was mine, I wouldn’t let her leave the house looking like that. s**t, I’d f**k her myself right now.”

The crude words hung in the air. Ava felt a thrill run through her as she heard that. Damon looked ready to murder someone.

She walked slowly to the kitchen, making sure her ass swayed. When she bent over to reach the bottom shelf of the fridge, her skirt rode up, flashing her bare p***y to anyone looking. She heard one of them groan.

“I’m heading out,” she announced, grabbing her phone. “Going to Ruby’s. Don’t wait up.”

Damon’s eyes burned into her as she left, but he said nothing.

---

She and Ruby went clubbing. Ava danced like she was possessed, grinding on strangers, letting guys buy her drinks, feeling wild and free. By the time she got home, it was past 2 a.m. She was tipsy, horny, and still buzzing.

The moment she stepped inside, Damon was waiting in the living room. He looked furious.

“Where the hell have you been, Ava?” His voice was low and dangerous. “I’ve been calling and texting you for hours. I thought something happened to you!”

“I was at the club with Mia,” she said, swaying slightly. “I’m fine, see?”

“You went out dressed like that? Walking around like a little tease?”

The word sent heat straight to her core.

Before she could respond, Damon grabbed her wrist, sat on the couch, and pulled her over his lap. He flipped her tiny skirt up, exposing her bare ass.

SMACK!

Ava squealed as his big hand came down hard.

“You worried me,” he said, his voice low and rough.

SMACK! SMACK!

Each spank made her ass jiggle and her p***y wetter. She was squirming, whimpering, and grinding against his thigh.

Ava gasped as his hand came down again.

Damon held her down, spanking her ass while she rubbed herself on his thigh, leaving a wet spot on his pants. Her moans grew louder with every spank.