Ron Taylor - Mom Needs It, Too!

"I can't imagine it," Walt agreed. Jesus, the kid was something else! He'd never looked at her as anything but a stepdaughter during the three years he'd been married to her mother. He was no kid-molester. Besides, anyone married to Karen was too busy to do much thinking about other women. But now, with Karen nowhere in sight and Leanne literally looking good enough too eat, Walt Murphy found his thoughts straying to forbidden realms.

Leanne stretched out her long legs. She wore a very short skirt, with no stockings. Her legs were long and bare and inviting, and if she moved her knees one more time, he would certainly get a look at the crotch of her panties. Walt found himself wondering just what might be lurking inside those teenaged panties.

"Like, I thought he was happy with me," Leanne went on. "We had sex-not all the time, but often enough to keep us both satisfied, and I thought it was like, really good sex, too, you know? Jerry never had any complaints. Oh, Walt, am I shocking you? Do you still think of me as a little girl in pigtails or something?" She giggled. "I have grown up, you know!"

He gulped. He'd noticed. Leanne dazzled him with a smile and she leaned forward slightly, so that he had a clear shot down the low cut vee of her top. Sweat gleamed on the inner curves of her perfect tits.

"I can't go back home," Leanne went on. "Not with Mom and Jerry doing it to each other. I don't think I ever want to see either of them again. I spent last night with my friend Rosie, but I can't stay there either. She lives at home, and she doesn't have room for two. I don't have enough money to get an apartment. What I was thinking was-you being my stepfather and all, you know?-was maybe I could stay with you for a day or two while I'm trying to figure out what to do." And her eyebrows lifted hopefully. Was he going to take the bait?

"Uh, I don't have that much room either," Walt said. "This hotel room is home sweet home. I make sandwiches in what they call the kitchenette. I sleep on the bed, right over there. Except for the bathroom what you see is all there is. It would be kinda cramped, wouldn't it? Not that I wouldn't be glad to have you stay."

Leanne stood up. "I don't take up much space," she said, taking a step toward him, "and if you let me stay, we could get along much better than the average stepfather and stepdaughter, Walt."

He gasped as she sat down on his lap, her legs and arms enfolding him. She began to kiss his face and neck, her hands pulling open the front of his shirt and going inside to rub the hair-matted surface of his chest.

"I've always had kind of a crush on you, Walt," she said. It wasn't really true, but that didn't matter.

"You better get off me," Walt warned. "I won't be responsible for what might happen… "

Leanne squirmed down, rubbing her ass over the bulge in the front of his pants. He was getting stiff already. Hot damn! Who said she didn't have what it took to turn a guy on? Even if her own guy did find her goddamn mother more attractive for some reason?

She took one of Walt's hands and placed it on the front of her top. "Feel my tits," she whispered, "How firm, how ripe, how hot… my nipples are hard and my heart is beating a mile a minute. Oh, Walt, I feel so betrayed by what Mom and Jerry did. Can't you try and help me feel better? Show me that I still have some worth as a person?"

Her head angled back, and his mouth dominated hers. His hand went under the clinging tightness of the top and moved upward to cup a round hard tit. Leanne moaned into her stepfather's mouth as his fingers pinched excitedly on the pointed tip of her nipple. Under her ass she could feel his cock, growing harder with each beat of his heart.

He peeled the top upward, over her head, and the young girl relaxed bare-titted on her stepfather's lap. "Suck them, lick them," she invited. "That's what they're here for."

Hers weren't the first tits he'd ever sucked, she thought delightedly as he began to feast on them. Mmmm, he knew some lip-to-nipple tricks she hadn't experienced before, not even from Rosie last night. Her flesh was like plastic under his hands and mouth, and she moaned and sighed and shivered, feeding her tits into Walt's mouth.

"I shouldn't do this," he said huskily… "I'm not even divorced from your mother yet,"

"Does that make it incest?" she asked with a twinkle. "I know it makes it exciting… "

Leanne slid off her stepfather's lap, onto her knees. She looked up at him with a smile and put his hands atop her pointed tits. "Let me show you a couple of things I know, Daddy Walt," she giggled, reaching for his fly.

His cock came out of his pants, big and hard and thick and long. She eyed it with pleasure, licking her lips. He was bigger than Jerry, she was sure. And he was rigid with lust. For her!

Her tongue worshiped his hard prick. Walt strained and gasped and wriggled in the chair while Leanne went to work on him with her hands and her mouth. She sucked him in, taking him deep with breathy swallows. She washed him in her saliva. She sucked his cock-knob into her throat and moved her cheeks around his shaft in goldfish gulps. Smiling, she fucked Walt's cock in and out of her mouth, now sucking at just the tip, now gobbling him down to the nuts but always holding him in the warm wet grip of her hot lips, loving him with her frisky tongue.

"You little slut," Walt said, "are you doing this because you want to, or just to get back at your mother?"

Leanne looked up, her dark eyes big and serious. "Honestly, I started it because I wanted to get back at Mom. But the moment I tasted your juicy cock I knew I was doing it for me." She kissed the crown of his prick. "Okay?"

Walt stood up and he pulled Leanne to her feet. He crushed the young girl in his arms, bending her over backward while his hands explored the bared curves of her tits. He kissed her mouth, then dipped lower to take her nipples in his lips again. He bit and chewed into the firm young flesh, his drool flowing across Leanne's tits. She had a fistful of his cock and it thrilled her nearly as much as having him in her mouth.

He carried her over to the bed, stripping off her miniskirt before he laid her down. Under it, she wore only a pair of sheer skimpy bikini panties. Walt knelt before the teenager and kissed her pussy through the nylon of the filmy underpants. His tongue explored the line of her cunt-gash, pushing the panty material into the twitchy cuntal trench. Then he pulled the panties down and applied his mouth to her bare pussy.

Leanne sank back onto the bed, her legs handing over the side. They were open, her cunt visible, displayed. Walt climbed up into her crotch, eating furiously, his tongue and fingers combining to arouse the hot pussy of his excited stepdaughter.

"Do I taste better than Mom?" she asked in a cute but definitely bitchy tone. "Am I a hot babe, or what?"

"You're a hot babe, all right," Walt agreed, standing up. He took off his shirt. His body was hairier than Leanne remembered. Fucking him would be like fucking a bear. She cupped her tits, aching to feel the nipples rubbing his hairy chest.

Walt slid down his pants, and his big hard cock lifted up and out. Leanne looked up at it, remembering how it had tasted.

Walt came onto the bed with Leanne. He stretched out beside her and kissed her hotly while his hands strayed up and down her body. She pressed her tits into his grip, burning his palms with the heat of her hardened pink nipples. Her thigh rubbed excitedly against the stiff lance of his cock.

She threw her leg over his thigh, and the head of his prick snuggled up against her fluffy young cunt. With his tongue in her mouth, Leanne reached down to trap his prick in her hand. She rubbed the big swollen crown up and down her cunt-gash, soaking it in the oozing pussyjuices.