I didn’t think of it as an incest sex story at the time; I all I knew is that I would get my stepdaddy to fuck me.

In this incest sex story, I was the seducer. When I was first introduced to sex, I never stopped thinking about my stepdaddy. He starred in all my fantasies, touching me the way boys in the hallways talked about touching their girlfriends. Whenever I fantasied about sex, I pictured his crotch behind my butt, wondering what his big hardness would feel like. My pussy quivered at the thought. It didn’t want any boys my age. No, it wanted a real man, and that man was my stepdaddy. For months, I focused on how to get him to fuck me. 

My stepdaddy was a 60-year-old man at the time, and I knew he was a pervert. He hid naughty magazines and videos in his toolbox in the garage. He and mom had alternating schedules, so he was at home when she was at work. When he was home, all he did was watch porn or read his dirty magazines. Since I was already sneaking around his magazines, I had an idea of what he liked. My friends and I went on a shopping spree one day, and I went to Victoria’s Secret to buy the lingerie I saw in his magazines. I also got a short skirt I wanted to wear, so I could easily bend over and tease him in it.

I teased him all the time. When mom wasn’t around, I dressed in the short skirt and offered to dust and sweep the house. Cleaning gave me plenty of excuses to bend over. I made sure to work around him when he was watching his football games, bending to dust things. By the noticeable bulge in his pants, I was having the desired effect.

But finally one night, I’d had enough dreaming about his dick and enough of him being such a good stepdad. So, when Mom wasn’t there, I stood at the foot of his bed. “I had a nightmare,” I lied. “Can I sleep with you?”

“Sure, baby,” he answered. Unsurprisingly, he had no idea this would be an incest sex story for the ages. He didn’t even realize who I was until I climbed over him, brushing my crotch against his. He gasped and then I leaned down and kissed him, taking his hands and moving them to my butt as I moved my hips upwards. I’d been taking notes from his pornos.

“Make me feel better?” I asked, back arching as one of his fingers slipped inside my panties. His whole body shuddered underneath me as I ground back onto his finger, letting him feel how wet I was.

“Oh, baby,” he agreed and pulled me into a kiss.

 

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