My Stepdad Mistook Me for Mom

Chapter 3

Before I could react, he stumbled and pulled me toward the bathroom. I knew he'd mistaken me for my mom. But seeing how unsteady he was, I worried he might slip and fall. So I helped him lie down in the tub and started running the water.

As the water filled, I turned my head away, trying not to look at him down there. When I finally turned back, I noticed his eyes were half-closed—like he'd fallen asleep.

I couldn't leave him like that. If he slid under the water, he could drown.

I put some body wash on my hands and began to wash him. When I reached his stomach, I noticed the part below was slowly growing...

My face burned with shame. Even though I'd seen it before, up close it was so much clearer—veins bulging, thick and intimidating...

My heart pounded. A small flame ignited inside me. Before I could stop myself, I reached out and touched it.

'Oh my God! This thing makes Mom moan so loud every night.'

Just touching it felt incredibly satisfying. I told myself I was just cleaning him. I'd finish and leave. I couldn't think about these things.

"Laura... honey... get in here..."

He suddenly reached out, his hand covering my chest. His other arm wrapped around my shoulders.

"Dad... I'm not..." I panicked and tried to pull away.

Before I could finish, he pulled me into the tub. Whether it was the heat of the water or something else, my mind went blank for a moment. I felt his lips on mine, and all my protests were swallowed.

"Mm... Dad..."

A fierce, forceful kiss left me breathless. I barely managed to pull away from his mouth, only to have him pin my shoulders down, and then a warm sensation spread across my chest. He'd taken me in his mouth.

I tried to struggle. But his large hands held my waist. In the end, I was panting, breathless, and still couldn't push him off.

"I want you... honey..." He took my hand and placed it on him.

Through the warm water, I could feel every change in him, the heat radiating from his skin. My face burned like fire.

"Don't..." I tried to pull my hand away, but he held it tight.

"Honey, don't you want it too?" He leaned close to my ear, his words sending shivers down my neck, teasing, unbearable.

Then I remembered Mom's satisfied look from last night. And my curiosity grew even more. He eagerly reached down and pulled off my pants, then began to touch me. I couldn't help but whimper.

It was so much more intense than when I touched myself. The emptiness inside me grew, craving more, and more. I lost myself in the moment, my body slowly surrendering in his arms...

Even if something happened tonight... Mom wouldn't know, would she?

Even if she did, she wouldn't blame me. I could always say he forced himself on me.

With that thought, my resistance faded. I surrendered to his touch. I was drowning in him. My body went limp. That strange, wonderful sensation sent my mind spinning...

A faint, almost imperceptible smirk flickered across his eyes. He knelt before me, parted my legs wide, and positioned himself against my softness. Then, with a single thrust, he pushed inside.