Chapter 2
Maggie awakened early the next morning. It was still dark in the bedroom and Craig was sound asleep. Her head ached and her pussy throbbed. She had masturbated after Craig fell asleep, but she had slept fitfully. Jerking off was no substitute for good sex, which explained her headache.
I can't live like this for long, she thought as she rose and tiptoed to the bathroom. As she passed Jason's room, she peeked inside the slightly open door. What she saw made her heart skip a beat. At first glance, everything seemed in order. The boy was stretched out on his back, sleeping peacefully.
He was snoring softly and his lips were slightly parted. He was covered with a sheet, but his chest was bare and the sheet tented over his crotch. He had a hard-on. Maggie was certain of that.
She forgot about her need to piss and stood very still as she stared at her stepson. She was only a few years older than the boy. In a few years, the age difference would be meaningless.
I wonder what his cock looks like, she thought. I wonder if it's as big as Craig's. I'll bet he's hornier than his father.
For a moment, the horny, young wife thought about her husband with fondness. Then she remembered how stubborn he was about anything sexual.
Just thinking about Craig's sexual hang-ups made her horny. Jason stirred in his sleep. She willed the sheet to slip and reveal Jason's prick in all its youthful glory.
The lusty stepmother tried imagining what his cock looked like. She shifted her weight around and felt her pussy getting wetter and hotter. Her tits itched too, a sure sign she was turned-on. She hadn't bothered with a robe. It was just as well. Her nylon nightgown felt heavy against her hard nipples.
Just as she was about to touch herself, Jason opened his eyes.
"Hi, Maggie," he said, stretching adorably.
"Uh, hi!"
"What time is it?"
"It's early. I couldn't sleep."
The boy looked confused. "I guess I fell asleep with the light on."
"I was just about to come in and turn it off. I'm sorry if I awakened you."
For a moment, he looked deep in thought. Then he realized the sheet was tented over his cock and he blushed. Lifting his knees to hide his hard-on, he groaned.
"Jesus, I'm sorry," he muttered.
Maggie flushed warmly, all the way down to her toes. "I'm the one who should apologize. I guess I was staring at you."
"You were?"
Their gaze met and locked momentarily. Maggie's gaze bored into the teenager's. He was the first to look away.
She glanced down, realized her tits were clearly visible through the sheerness of her nightie, and she shrugged.
"Now you're the one staring," she said.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I'm leaving now, anyway." Blowing him a kiss, she retreated to the bathroom.
What a strange, little dialogue that was, she thought as she sat down on the toilet. Her cunt was awash with fuck-juice. While the piss gushed out of her, she felt the slick juice seep out. She longed to touch her pussy, but the bathroom wasn't the best place to jerk off.
There was a knock on the door. She barely heard it.
"Who is it?" she called.
"It's me," Jason said. "Are you all right?"
Maggie stopped her flow of piss and pushed her legs together. "Yes, why?"
"You looked kind of funny before. Like you didn't feel so good."
"I feel fine. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Silence. Maggie began pissing again. "Can't you fall back to sleep?"
"Naw. Maybe I'll stay up and do my homework."-"What time is it?"
"A little after five."
"You can't do homework at five in the morning. Go back to sleep."
"Maybe I will. Okay, see you later!"
"See you later!"
When he was gone, she was sorry she'd sent him back to bed. He had sounded strange. Almost like he wanted to be alone with her. She wondered if he found her nearly naked appearance exciting.
Could a boy his age be interested in fucking me? she thought. Still pissing, she giggled out loud. You bet he could. The look in his eyes told her more than any words could. The kid was dying to fuck her.
She had always found older men more exciting than boys her own age. But suddenly, it occurred to her that Jason would be very malleable, easy to guide in the sack.
Some other time, she thought. If I take a lover, it's not going to be a kid who doesn't know a cunt from a hole in the ground!
As she washed her hands, she gazed at herself in the mirror. She looked like a woman who needed to get laid. Her thick hair was tousled and her face was free of makeup. But she was still young enough to look good first thing in the morning.
As she dried her hands, she gazed at her tits. She wondered if Jason was jerking off at that very moment. Her nipples were sticking out, almost poking through the flimsy nylon of her nightie. She was proud of her tits. They were as big as melons, without a trace of a sag. A boy like Jason would give anything to suck tits like hers.
It would serve Craig right, she thought with a giggle. Giving her hips a shake, she watched her tits bounce. She touched her tits through her nightgown. The touch of her own hands sent shivers down her spine.
As she manipulated her nipples, her pussy leaked. On an impulse, she lifted her nightgown over her head and stood naked before the mirror.
Spreading her legs, she glanced down at her pussy. Her cunt-mound was plump and thick with hair. She opened her cunt-lips and examined the pink interior of her gash.
Should I stay here and jerk off, or go back to bed and make Craig fuck me? she wondered. She couldn't decide. She knew that even if Craig was willing to give her a quick fuck, she'd still wind up horny.
Her father had always encouraged her to talk about her troubles, especially after her mother died. Not a bad idea, she thought as she touched her clit. I'll go over to Dad's and we'll have a nice, long talk. He's a man. He'll know the right way to handle Craig.
That decision out of her way, she felt better.
"Ummmmm!" she breathed softly as she rubbed her clit and fingered her cunt-hole.
She flinched as she touched the hood of her clit. She tasted the juice from her fingers as her pleasure mounted. Sucking her fingers clean for the second time, she raised one foot and rested it on the sink. Now her pussy was totally open. Raw and ready for a nice, stiff cock. But for now, her fingers would have to do.
Suddenly, she was excited about talking to her father. Dave had always been supportive of her and her younger sister, Liz. Now Liz had him all to herself and Maggie was more than a little envious of their close relationship. Well, she'd start seeing more of her family. It had been too long since she and Dave had talked. Much too long.
She grunted softly as she added a second finger to the one already fucking her cunt. One finger rhythmically manipulated her clit. She was close to the brink. Very close. Just another minute and she would cum. Just another minute, and her pussy would spasm very nicely.
She came and she cried out loudly as the contractions shook her pussy. At the end, she was drilling her fingers into her cunt-depths and squeezing her tits.
When she next caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she smiled at her reflection. That was a pretty good cum, she thought. And how pretty I look! How really pretty I look when I cum!
By the time she climbed into her car for the drive to her father's, Maggie was excited. It had been too long since they'd spent time alone. She started the engine, backed the car out of the garage and sped down the street.
Her sister, Liz, was working at her first job as a receptionist. She was a pretty girl with big tits, like Maggie's, and a nice smile.
Sometimes, Maggie wondered why her father never remarried. She knew he had woman friends. One of them had even hinted that Dave Drew was a tiger in bed.
It was a short drive to her family home, and when she arrived, Maggie parked in the driveway. Her heart thumped as she climbed the stairs to the front door. Dave's car was parked in front. Since he retired from his job, he spent most of his days puttering around the house.
As she used her key to open the door, her throat tightened. God, she thought, she missed this house sometimes. She missed the long talks she and her father used to have. What she didn't miss was being surrogate mother to Liz. But now she had Melissa and Jason. Two stepchildren instead of one.
As she closed the door behind her, Dave appeared. He wasn't dressed yet, but he grinned when he saw her.
"Hey, what's my little girl doing here so early?"
She kissed him, full on the lips. She didn't smile. "I need to talk to you, Dad."
"Are you okay, baby? You looked worried about something! Have you had breakfast? I'll fix you something."
"I'm not hungry."
"How about some coffee?"
"Dad, I need to talk to you!" Her lower lip trembled. She fought back tears.
"Sure, baby, sure, but I could use a cup of coffee."
"Okay."
"I'll fix a pot and then I'll go upstairs and dress. I just got out of the shower a minute ago."
"I'll come with you."
Dave glanced at her quizzically as she followed him from the kitchen to his bedroom. They had never been the sort of people who made a fuss over nudity. Maggie and Liz grew up watching their parents run around the house naked. It was natural that now, as a grown woman, she would sit down on the edge of her father's bed and watch him dress.
It was Dave who hesitated. He took a pair of shorts from a drawer and cleared his throat. "Maybe you ought to wait downstairs."
Maggie was surprised. "Why? Because I'm a married woman?"
"Well, yes. I don't think Craig would approve of our family ways."
She felt her temper flare.
"I don't care what Craig would think! You always let me see you before. Why should we change our ways just because I married a deadhead?"
Silence. She lowered her eyes. Dave remained where he was, his back to her as he stepped into his shorts. "Is that what you want to talk about, honey? Your marriage?"
"Yes."
"I thought you were happy with Craig."
"I am. It's just that...."
"I warned you not to marry a guy his age with two kids."
"It's not the kids. I don't mind them." She giggled. "I'm not what you'd call mother of the year, you understand. They even call me Maggie."
"If it's not the kids, what is it?"
"Oh, Dad, finish dressing and we'll talk."
Even though his back was turned to her, she'd caught a glimpse of his cock when he stepped into his shorts. She had become unnerved at the sight of his long, thick cock and hanging balls. She had forgotten how big his cock was. Before her marriage, she never viewed his body sexually. Today, for the first time, she saw him as a man.
She jumped up off the bed. "I think I better go downstairs now."
Dave caught her by the arm. His robe was off and he was wearing only his shorts. "Are you all right, honey?"
"I think I better go home." Her voice was soft and husky. She took a deep breath. "I don't think I can talk to you about my marriage. Things are different now. I'm not a little girl any more."
"Wait a minute, honey." He took her into his arms. "There's nothing you can't discuss with your old dad."
"Please, let me go, Dad. If you don't, we both might wind up regretting I stayed."
He loosened his grip on her arms, but didn't release her. "What is it? Is Craig abusing you? Is that it? You can tell me. You've got to tell me. What the hell's going on? You look terrified!"
"Oh, Daddy," she whispered, her voice quavering.
"You're shaking all over." He wrapped his arms around her. "I'll bet you're cold too. What's the matter, baby? I shouldn't have let you marry him. I thought he was a nice guy who'd take good care of you. Tell Daddy all about it."
"It's not Craig! It's me!"
There was a moment of silence.
"What do you mean? What could you be doing to make you so unhappy?"
She pushed a lock of hair off her face.
"Hold me, Daddy," she murmured. "Hold me again."
Dave took her into his arms and drew her close. "Your heart's beating like a drum. My poor, little girl. What's making you so unhappy?"
She raised her anguished eyes to his. She trusted him completely. Loved him totally. She felt the warmth from his body. She saw the look in his eyes. He wanted her, too. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
"Oh, Dad!"
"Honey, I know you came here to talk, but the way things are going, well, like you said, we both might have some regrets tomorrow." He touched her cheek, gently caressing her skin.
"Oh, Dad, I can't help myself," she said, throwing her arms around his neck.
Her tits pressed against his bare chest. Her slightly rounded belly rested on his flat one. She fastened her lips to his. She thrust her tongue into his mouth. There was no turning back. Her passion drove her on.
"Don't send me home, Dad," she said, peppering his face with kisses.
"Do you know what you're doing?" he said, kissing her hungrily.
"Yes. Yes, I know."
She knew the fact that he was her father was a terrific turn-on. Deep down, she'd always competed with her mother and Liz for her father's affections.
His tongue surged into her mouth and his hands moved restlessly over her back and ass. She melted against him.
I'm going to let my own father fuck me, she thought, feeling giddy and strangely calm at the same time. It's a sin, but I'm going to do it anyway.
"It's a sin, baby," Dave said, his tongue searching and probing her mouth.
"We always were different in our family!" Maggie smiled, lacing her fingers through his hair. "And who's to say what's a sin, anyway?"
"I don't want to take the responsibility. If you want me to fuck you, you've got to ask for it. Straight out, ask for it."
"Ooohhh, Dad, that's a real turn-on!" Maggie grinned sexily.
Dave looked into her eyes without smiling.
"I'm dead serious, honey. You've got to ask for it or I won't touch you. No one's ever gonna accuse me of going after my own kid."
"I'm so hot, Daddy," she whispered, her eyes and cunt smoldering with excitement.
"Say it."
"Fuck me, Dad," she said, taking his hand and moving it over one of her tits. "Fuck your little girl!"