Stepdaddy Diaries | Explicit Stepfather Short Stories |

*** Author's note: If this work looks familiar, it is because someone took my work and published it on this app. This is my original work to which I hold the copyright. Happy Reading *** It all started when I ran out of clean panties. I was home from college for the summer, and my mom told me I was responsible for washing my own clothes. Needless to say, between my summer internship and trying to catch up with friends from high school, I neglected my laundry. So when I started walking around a lot in my pajamas, my mom rolled her eyes and told me to just do a load of laundry. Finally, I did throw a load in. While I was waiting for it, I decided to watch a movie with my mom and stepdad, Mitch. Mitch has been around for a while. When I first met him, I admit I had a little crush. He’s gorgeous, after all, with his messy brown hair and bright green eyes. I even took up running so I could spend more time with him. The problem was that he runs at like 5AM, so running with Mitch only lasted a few weeks. But I continued running on my own when I discovered I liked it. “What movie?” Mom asked. “Something with a happy ending,” I said. “Does that mean a chick flick?” Mitch wrinkled his nose. “It can be an action move, or whatever. I just don’t want a tearjerker,” I said. “Ah, so none of your foreign films, Sheila,” he teased my mom. After a few minutes of bickering, we settled on a movie and started playing it. When Mom pulled out her laptop, Mitch and I looked at each other and jointly rolled our eyes. If Mom didn’t get to pick the movie, she’d inevitably work through it. I was curled up in the corner of the sectional sofa with Mitch spread out near my feet. Mom was in the recliner nearby. As the movie played on, I bent one of my legs and planted my foot on the sofa. I didn’t think much of it. I was just trying to get comfortable. When I heard Mitch suck in a breath, my brow furrowed. It wasn’t an intense part of the movie, so I turned to see what was so surprising. Mitch’s gaze was locked between my thighs. I realized with my legs spread and the loose pajama shorts, he could probably see everything I had to offer. I almost closed my legs, but then he licked his lips and shifted his hips. That brought my attention to the bulge in his joggers. When my hand slid down to my thigh, his gaze shot up to meet mine. I gave Mitch a wicked smile, then ran a fingertip up and down the seam of my p***y. He swallowed as he watched me touch myself. My mother shifted, and his gaze darted to her. After a moment of watching her intently, his gaze moved back to me and inevitably fell between my legs. I spread them wider. And on the next pass, pressed my index finger inside just a little. I was already wet, already tingling with anticipation. When a quiet little moan slipped free, Mitch’s gaze flew once again to my mother. But he only watched her for a moment before he was once again looking at my p***y. I lifted my hips off the sofa, needing more. That’s when he looked me in the eye. It was as if he could see right through to my deepest, darkest fantasies. After a moment, an explosion blasted not the TV, breaking the spell. Mitch cleared his throat, then pulled the throw off the back of the sofa and covered my legs with it. I was about to drown in disappointment when I felt his fingers on my ankle. I thought he’d close my legs just to be safe, but he lifted my foot to the back of the sofa and scooted closer. My breath caught as he slid his hand up the inside of my calf. He looked at me, his gaze intense. I mouthed ‘please’, so he slid his hand up even further. My pulse beat between my legs as he made his way to the apex of my thighs. When his fingertips grazed over the bare lips of my p***y, I did close my thighs as much as I could. I wanted to trap him between them. Mitch smirked at me and pressed the tip of his finger further until it breached my opening. He groaned, then covered it with a cough when he found me wet and ready. Then he lifted one of my feet onto his lap and pressed it against his erection. My only thought was that he was much bigger than anyone I’d ever been with, and I needed to get that c**k inside me. I pressed my toes against him, rubbing up and down. His hand held me there, putting more pressure on my foot and his shaft. He rewarded me by pressing two fingers inside me and pumping them in and out. I squeezed him with my inner muscles, and he lifted his hips from the sofa, pressing hard against my foot. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I could hear the click-clack of Mom typing. The movie was just background noise to drown out our panted breaths at this point because my eyes were locked with my stepfather’s. He reached his thumb up and brushed against my c**t. I whimpered, but cleared my throat to try to cover it up. He scooted a little closer. His thumb made circles around my c**t, giving me the pressure I needed. My hips shifted restlessly from side to side. I was so wet, I could hear the squelch of his finger f*****g me. How could Mom not hear it? Not that I wanted her to hear it. I didn’t want anything to make him stop. The adrenaline of being under her nose mixed with the friction, both inside me and on my c**t, had tension coiling tight inside me. “Please,” I whispered. “Please.” “Shh,” he whispered back. Then he turned the fingers inside and rubbed the front wall of my channel. At the same time, he pressed down hard on my c**t. My body exploded. My back arched, my thighs tried to clamp down on his hand. I pulled a pillow to my mouth to muffle my scream, but it was too late. “Daddy,” burst out of me. His eyes flared, and I felt his c**k flex again and again as he shot his load in his pants. “Is this too scary?” Mom asked. “No,” Mitch and I both said at the same time. “Then why are you covering your face?” Mom asked. I was panting. My body jittered and convulsed as aftershocks jolted me. Even as he spoke to my mom, Mitch was still gently caressing my c**t, drawing out my orgasm. That was when I knew this wouldn’t be the last time.