Sunday morning, I was down in the basement.
Mom had the clean laundry folded in a laundry basket on the floor.
I was bent over, digging through for my favorite shorts.
I felt a hand gliding up my inner thigh. I gasped in surprise, then moaned when that same hand cupped my p***y.
I pulled in a deep breath.
My stepfather had turned into a s*x monster, but I didn’t regret it, not one bit. It had only been a few days since I’d tempted him, since he’d become my daddy.
On the party bus, I needed to sit on his lap. I bit my lip as I remembered how he’d told me to sit still.
I’d circled my hips over and over until his resistance had finally shredded.
He’d f****d me right there, under the cover of my dress, surrounded by his friends. The memory alone had me breathing hard.
“Mom’s upsta
