
On my first night after moving into my stepfather Alaric Vaughn's house, I caught him making love to my mother, Felicia Vaughn.
He held her firmly around the waist while his long fingers gripped the nape of her neck, pinning her against the dining table as he thrust into her hard from behind.
"No, Alaric. Easy... Don't wake Vera up," Felicia gasped, her face flushed.
"The way you're squeezing me says otherwise, slut!"
Alaric smacked Felicia's round ass. His c**k drove in and out of her, each forceful thrust making her tremble.
I had only come out for a glass of water, but I froze where I stood. When I looked up, my eyes met Alaric's gray-blue gaze. Terrified, I turned and ran back to my room.
Alaric merely raised an eyebrow before losing himself in their passion again.
That night, I had a wet dream.
I dreamed that Alaric lifted my nightgown and caressed my pale breasts, kneading them again and again until my p***y grew slick.
His fingers never stopped. They moved lower, rubbing my c**t over and over until soft moans escaped my lips.
"Oh, Daddy, that feels so good... I'm gonna come..."
"Vera, were you calling for me?" Alaric's voice rang clearly beside my ear.
I jolted awake and saw Alaric holding my thong, staring at the fingers I had unconsciously slipped inside myself.

