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From Nightmare To Wet Dream (fiction)
After the passing of my husband l couldn’t see another long term relationship let alone getting married again. But as it so happens l found a guy I really liked and after a eight years we were wed. He would of liked for it to had happen far earlier and I might of been good with it too, if not for his daughter. She was the stepdaughter from hell or would of been. So having some separation was a good thing, a very good thing.
But as the years went by as did her school years when she was getting set to go off to college we figured that was our time. Her dad was thrilled she decided to go locally but even he knew it would be far better to pay up and place her in the dorms or whatever, it was a must with me.
Thing went pretty well but it didn’t take long when a pattern started to form. She did pretty good the first three weeks of each month but when her allowance ran out there she was on our doorstep for more money or to make my life a living hell. We paid up at first increasing her allowance but even with the extra money the old time line fell into place again. Putting our foot down we said there’d be no more money going her way and she’d have to stay at home until her next allowance check. That only took one time where something had to give. About to leave myself her father finally put his foot down telling her she must learn to do canlı bahis with what she was given, which believe me it was plenty.
Two months went by and everything was great, we finally worked it out. Then one Friday, a day and week from hell l made my way home body and feet killing me. I made my way upstairs undressing and with plans of a soak and a glass of Red before my husband came home. As I shut the water off I could hear noise coming from downstairs, I called out “honey, it that you?” But no response so I wrapped myself in my robe and went to check.
There in the kitchen was my stepdaughter. I asked, didn’t you hear me call out? Her snotty response was yeah but I’m not your honey.
As if I needed this l asked why are you here, already knowing the answer.
Can’t l come home she said in a bratty tone.
Returning the same back I told her this is no longer your home and I knew exactly why she’s here and your father isn’t going to give you more money! After making my point I went to the frig to grab my bottle of red kept in the bottom drawer. I guess l must of been peeking out a bit as she committed that I was a slut and I should of at least put panties on.
With my limits met I turned and lit into her. FIRST of all I had panties on, I had them on since six this morning working a job to pay your bills! Get it straight and get it straight now, this is my house bahis siteleri not yours. You are the guest and will go by our rules, and if I want to go around naked I fucking will. (With that I took my robe off tossing it at her)
She screamed tossing it back at me before running up stairs to her room.
Point made I slunge the robe over my shoulder and walked victorious up the stairs to my bathroom. With time lost I changed my plans and entered the shower instead of the tub giving me time to bathe and start dinner before her father got home. Things were normal until I seen her in the foggy mirror, there watching with the pair of used panties I had left on the floor.
I thought to myself this should be fun and I started playing up to her. Rewashing my large breasts, stretching my nipples until they sprang back into place. And although I normally do it in my morning shower I propped my foot up running the razor over my smooth pussy like so many times before. Leaning against the glass wall I rubbed away the soap and then some causing a small climax. But when I looked back she was gone and I wasn’t sure exactly when she left.
I wrapped myself in a towel and made my way to her room. The door left ajar I slowly eased it open, There on the bed she was, my panties at her nose and her other hand feverishly rubbing her pussy.
I cleared my throat scaring the crap canlı bahis siteleri out of her as she raced to cover herself. I told her I’d need those panties back if you expect me to be wearing them when she’s here. She rebuffed it saying they were hers. I took the towel off I’d my body exposing myself to her again, wrapping it around my head to dry my hair. Then I walked to her dresser opening her undies drawer. G-String one after another, tossing them on top the dresser. I turned to her again saying you don’t wear regular panties and I don’t wear G-Strings, that not what I like up my ass.
That comment draw a “you’re discussing”
Oh yeah I said. Then after that I grabbed her ankles flipping her over. I reached around her pulling her bare rump up and sank my face right into her. I passed my tongue over soaked pussy but other then that I didn’t delay forcing my tongue in her pink button.
Don’t, don’t, stop, stop, don’t stop, oh my god!
I released my grip but she did use that as her opportunity to run, oh no she just pressed her butt tighter into my sticky face. I reached around finding her swollen clitty, pinching and twisting it until she orgasmed.
Then I turned her back over, my body over her, my breasts laying on top of hers. I moved in and kissed her, the taste of her pussy still fresh in my mouth. I strattled her thigh rubbing my kitty on her and hers on mine. We rubbed until both found our ends again.
I stood to leave feeling I’ve made my point and saying I need to start dinner. She stopped me saying, she hasn’t had her turn yet. I closed the door and smiled “we can always go out for a bite.
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