Miriam Schwartz - Family affair

Yes, George definitely had it made and if he had any sense he would not do anything to rock the boat. But he found his stepdaughter pretty irresistible with her blonde hair and her big round tits and wide, round ass that she always seemed to be showing off with the things that she wore. She was a definite tease, but he didn't know if she did it just with him or if she did it all the time, with everybody. He wanted to know that. He wanted to know a lot of things about her, intimate things, like for instance what color her pussy hair was, whether it was the same color as her hair on her head. God, he thought, what a turn on that would be, to see a thick golden bush between the shapely legs of his stepdaughter. She had to have a gorgeous, incredible cunt and whenever she was around him he found himself speculating as to what she looked like, how she would be to fuck and if she was the horny type and very responsive to his touches and caresses and the ultimate motions with his cock inside there.

Esther was the horniest forty-year-old he had ever met. She certainly did love to fuck. He sometimes thought that she married him simply because he was good in bed. It was true, anyway, he was good in bed. He could fuck long and hard, and his cock was a sizable instrument that brought plenty of pleasure to a woman the moment it entered her pussy hole. Esther would start moaning and shaking as he would slide it into her, inch after inch of his hot, thick throbbing meat. She would love it. She would moan words of adoration and love and urge him to shove more and more of his throbbing prick into her. Each inch provoked a new wave of passion. She was almost too much for him to handle. But he loved it. It really thrilled him to see a woman so turned on by him.

Esther was out visiting one of her girlfriends this day when George was sitting in the den working on one of his used vacuum cleaners. Every since he had started selling the things they had become something of a hobby for him, something he could do to unwind when there was nothing else for him to do. Esther had quietly insisted that he keep the little shop he had been running when they met. He didn't see the need for it since he had been making very little money selling his reconditioned vacuum cleaners. But she was well aware of the sort of things people said, and she didn't want to be known to be keeping her husband on her own income. It was bad enough as it was, with all the people making comments about the fact that George was much younger than Esther. One woman she knew slightly from the bridge club had jokingly said that George was a more likely match for her daughter than for her. It was a very nasty thing to say, Esther thought, but she couldn't say anything for fear that people would suspect her of being overly sensitive on the subject.

So George had to keep up the pretense of being in business. And in fact he did sell a used vacuum cleaner from time to time when a customer was lucky enough to find him in and the shop open. But most of the time George preferred to stay at home and relax or watch television or go out to a bar or somewhere. He loved it when his wife went out for the day as she did today. That gave him time to himself, time to think without being on guard that he would do something wrong and jeopardize his meal ticket.

On this particular day he was daydreaming and fiddling with one of his aged cleaners when his stepdaughter came into the house. She had been out shopping or something. He was never able to keep good tabs on her, and he was afraid to show too much interest. The couple of times when he did seemed to strike a sour note with his sensitive wife. And he didn't get much chance to talk to the girl herself because she was always flitting about at one thing or another. She went out with a series of boys as George understood it. He wanted to know about her private life but he couldn't be too inquisitive. He had to watch out because his wife was a very jealous sort, and seemed to resent her daughter in certain ways. Esther acted aggravated by her daughter's social outings, making a comment or two to the effect that the girl was too wild and was out of control.

"But I've done all I can do with her, God only knows," she had said to him. "So if she wants to screw around, pardon the expression, darling, then I suppose it's out of my hands now. I can't watch her every minute. She's too old for that sort of nonsense now, I figure."

George acted sympathetic to her point of view, though in actuality he was feeling a strong current of jealousy. He envied those nameless boys her own age she went out with and who got to toy with her gorgeous, nubile body. He had long ago realized that he wanted to do what they were doing. But God help him, he knew, if Esther should find out about any of that. But she wouldn't would she? he thought. There was no reason for her to find out since there was nothing he could do about it. His stepdaughter didn't seem to really notice that he existed, let alone quietly lusted after her. She was certainly more friendly these days than she had been when he first started pursuing her mother. But it didn't look to be the start of any great friendship, that was for sure. And it was a shame. He would very much have liked her to be as friendly and relaxed with him as she could possibly be. It would be lots of fun, he felt, to be on warm, intimate terms with that luscious teenager. Yes indeed.

All his senses pricked now when he heard the door slam and realized that it was his tempting blonde stepdaughter who had entered the house. The two of them were alone together. It thrilled him to think of it. He laughed as he realized that his heart was beating faster than normal. It was ridiculous. He felt like a child, reacting in such a way. But that was what the young bitch did to him, with her teasing movements, her provocative dress, everything guaranteed to get a hard-on out of any man who happened to cross her path.

God, how he wanted to put his hands on her body. The cock-teasing bitch. He wanted to put more than his hands on her, too. He wanted to touch her with his cock, slap the hard throbbing tool against her and shove it deep inside her pussy. Ha. That might make Esther a little uptight, he supposed. But it might almost be worth it. It might almost be worth losing the cars and the home and the spending money and the fancy clothes if he could get a crack at that teenaged pussy. He closed his eyes and breathed a sigh. Then he shook his head. This was silly, to spend his time thinking such thoughts. They didn't add up to anything but a sense of anxiety. After all, he wasn't going to rape the sexy teenager and that was the only way he was going to get into her pants, wasn't it? Of course it was, he told himself. After all, she had only recently started talking to him, and that was a major concession on her part from her previous behavior.

No, let's not think about young Cindy, he told himself. That could only lead to trouble.

But even as he was putting the girl out of his mind, she came to him in the flesh. He coughed and sputtered as he saw that vision of jailbait loveliness incarnate a few feet away from him. She was wearing a halter-top that excitingly exhibited her full, round young titties. Below that she was wearing shocking pink jeans that clung tightly to her ripe, full figure, those shapely legs and that high, wide ass. She was holding a couple of packages under one arm.

He cleared his throat and had trouble finding his voice. She had really taken him by surprise. God, she was sexy, he was thinking as he looked at her. He could see her nipples poking out tautly against her halter-top. The breasts were so ripe and plump that they jiggled from side to side at her every breath. It was almost too much for him to stand. He took a deep breath, slowly let it out, and then smiled at her. Mustn't lose control of myself, he told himself. No matter how sexy she might look it wasn't for him. He was her stepfather, and he didn't even know for sure if she liked him.