My Stepdaughter is a Woman now
“Sure, no problem” I grunted out in way of reply, as if it were no big deal. I turned my attention to the TV, ignoring the room, focusing on my embarrassment. This continued for the next 20-30 minutes. As the show was ending, I still in a bit of shock, hear
“Good night, step daddy!” Paula is right in front of me. She leans over from the waist to give me a hug goodnight. She positioned her arms to each side of me, and leaned in. Her shirt opened directly, and her breasts hang loosely in that shirt. The view down her shirt left nothing to the imagination. She moved just slightly, so that her breasts rocked ever so gently back and forth. I looked up, and saw her looking back at me. There was no expression on her face, no smile or smirk, or shock. Just a look of verification that I WAS watching. She did not attempt to cover up, or change position, but instead just said, “Have a good night!” very sweetly, and stood up. Off she went to bed.
Jeri and I sat there, we heard Paula go into the bathroom, heard the water running as she brushed her teeth, the toilet flushed, and then her bedroom door closed. I sort of rolled off the sofas, and crawled the 5 feet over to where Jeri sat. I started rubbing her feet and calves, which she loves, and after a minute or so, I leaned in and kissed her on the inside of her knee. She gave no response, so after another minute or so, I kissed again, this time on the inside of the other knee. I felt her legs open ever so slightly, and took this as my cue to continue what I was doing, and began moving my kisses and rubbing further up her legs.
I would like to say it was earth-shattering or something, but it was pretty normal sex. I knew that I was way too excited, and would blow my load quickly, so I went down on Jeri until she came, then, with my forbidden thoughts firmly down the hall driving my lust, entered my wife as she was orgasming, and within 20 seconds, had also come, shooting my sperm deep inside her. We cleaned up and went to bed.
Blog entry #4 — December 13th
It had been a few days since the back rub “incident” and I had just finished finals.
“Hey Jeri!” I said to my wife on the phone. “Yes, just finished. I’m going to head out with Greg and Brad after they get off work and have a few to celebrate.”
I listened. “Sure, probably by 10PM or so. We’ll get dinner, I promise. You know I don’t like drinking and driving.”
I went out, and had a good time. I drove them both home, then headed home myself. I had had 5-6 beers, plus dinner , over about 4 hours. I certainly hadn’t overdone it, and came home happy, but not drunk.
Paula was laying on the sofa, watching some show on TV. To be honest, I don’t remember what it was, or even an inkling of what was going on. Young people, probably complaining about something. I don’t recall.. Jeri was nowhere to be found.
“Mom went to bed already. Said she had to work early or something,” Paula told me. “Sit down with me for awhile?” she asked.
“Scoot over!” I told her. “Or sit up!”
“No!”, she replied, but in a playful way. “You’ll have to move me yourself! I’m comfy.”