Lying on the couch, covered in drying remnant lube and cum, I didn't know how to act or what to do. My 18-year-old stepdaughter Kara had sauntered off to shower after having administered a mind-blowing prostate massage and hand job that left me still trying to collect my thoughts (and catch my breath). What would the next two weeks of COVID-19 quarantine have in store for us? Here we were isolated together in a small, two-bedroom apartment in a converted barn only hundreds of feet from my family residence...
My ringing cell phone abruptly returned me to my present situation. The iPhone display showed my beautiful, smiling wife's photo, and the reality of having to speak with her only minutes after a sexual interlude with her youngest daughter brought a lump to my throat.
"Hey, Baby!" I answered the phone, trying to sound both excited to hear from her and nonchalant at the same time. "What's going on out there in the free world?" I asked in a pitiful attempt at humor.
"Hey Babe; did my sweet youngest arrive?" my wife inquired. "I thought I saw her car pull in before, but she hadn't called to tell me she was home."
"She did get back," I responded. "I'm surprised she didn't ring you. She ran in and said a quick 'hello' before heading to take a shower. I'll make sure she gives you a shout when she finishes."
"Well tell her not to rush on my account!" my wife scoffed somewhat sarcastically and with a bit of annoyance. "What could possibly be more important than letting your own Mother know you've returned home from school after a long drive?"
Needless to say, I redirected the conversation...
"What's the plan for dinner later?" I asked, trying to change topic. "Are you cooking at the house or should we fend for ourselves here? After all, you stocked the place with about 30 days' worth of provisions..."
"The other kids and I are going to pick up take-out. I haven't had time to get anything together since I've been focused on getting you two set up there. And I've been working on something a little special to help occupy your time..."
"And what exactly might that include?" I wondered out loud.
"Just keep an eye out for a few special text messages to follow over the next few hours..." she giggled.
You should know that my wife is an expert sext-er. I can't begin to count the number of times when I'm in a meeting and my phone chimes with an inbound message from her that contains an XXX-rated photo or video. I've learned to be discrete when opening texts from my wife in the company of others. The thought of her staging and recording some explicit scenario for my entertainment caused my cock to twitch.
"Oh, I'll be on the lookout for those, Baby!" I enthusiastically replied. "I can't wait!".
"Be sure to let me know what you think," she cooed softly. And then more abruptly, she jokingly demanded "And tell that rotten kid of mine to call her Mother!"
I could hear the shower running and thought I'd let Kara know her mother was eager to speak with her. I also wanted to see how long she'd be since I certainly needed to get myself cleaned up before my wife came over to see her "little girl". I was a bit surprised to see the door wide open as I approached the bathroom.
The steam from the hot water had fogged the glass wall and door of the shower, however, Kara's beautiful naked body was clearly visible from where I stood in the hallway.
"Your modesty is underwhelming!" I joked through the warm mist.
"I always shower with the door open; I hate being in a steamy bathroom after I'm done," she stated rather matter-of-factly. "I hope you're not offended..." she giggled.
"Oh, I'm not offended in the least way," I assured her. "But I can't say the same for your Mom; she's incredibly offended that you didn't call her when you got home!"
"Hmmmm...I must have had my hands full when I got in..." she laughed. "I'm almost done; care to give me a hand with something?"
"Glad to; it's only fair since you were so willing to lend me a hand earlier" I quipped back.
"I was just about to shave but forgot my razor," Kara stated. "Would you be a pal and grab it out of my cosmetics bag and bring it to me?"
"Happily," I replied, fishing the razor out of her case as she opened the glass shower door.
The late afternoon light shining through the bathroom window reflected off and accentuated her glistening body. Kara was absolutely beautiful. She had always been an athletic girl, excelling at lacrosse and soccer in high school. The "Freshman 15" surely had not found Kara despite her discontinuing her athletic career when she left for college. She still had an athlete's body with strong, slender legs, a firm, round ass, toned arms, defined shoulders and back, and flat abs. The belly button ring I had noticed earlier dangled from her navel. She was stunning, and I couldn't help but notice that I didn't see one visible hair that required grooming anywhere on her gorgeous frame.
"Ooooohhh...it's cold with the door open!" she cried out in a mimicked whiny voice.
As I handed her the razor, she grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me into the shower with her, closing the door quickly behind me.
"No need to waste hot water, right?" she snickered. "Besides, you need a shower, and I could use some help. I got shampoo in my eyes and need your assistance shaving."
"How exactly can I be of assistance, madam?" I asked in a badly faked English butler's accent.
"I'll show you what needs to be addressed" she said as she grabbed my empty hand and guided it to her just below her waistline. Rubbing my hand on her she asked, "Feel that stubble?" Kara glided my fingers toward her pussy, alongside each side of her labia, down to her perineum, and around her anus. "All of that could use a good shave..."
Her voice trailed off as she brought my fingers back up from underneath to rest on her tiny clit. She gasped as I applied a little pressure and started making small circular motions over the sensitive organ. To be honest, I didn't feel any stubble but was more than willing to go through the motions at her request!
The hot water felt fantastic as it cascaded from the rain head above, and my cock had gone rigid again at the site of her amazing physique. Now, standing in front of her, razor in one hand, Kara applied shave gel to all the areas that she had guided my willing free hand. She leaned back against the tile and thrust her pelvis toward me.
I squatted down, her pussy only inches from my face, and began slowly gliding the sharp steel blades against her perfect skin. As I moved the razor, she shifted her body and spread her legs to accommodate the grooming. When I pressed her labia to better access the area between her legs, she gasped again. I allowed one finger to slide between her pussy lips and felt the silky wetness emanating from within her.
I looked up at her and motioned for her to sit on the shower bench seat to give me better access. Kara obliged, wincing slightly as her amazing ass hit the cool tile surface. I knelt down in front of her, and she raised her legs, placing her feet on my shoulders and spreading her thighs. Her head was back and her eyes were closed.
Knowing that the whole shaving effort was unnecessary (she'd obviously used those spa gift cards I gave her for more than just massages and nails), I returned my finger to her wet opening. I ran my finger up and down her slit and again and made small circles over her clit with my thumb. Kara purred and slid her ass further toward the edge of the shower bench seat, fully exposing her pussy and asshole to me.
I couldn't hold off any longer with that beautifully delicious pussy and ass calling to me. While still circling her clit with my thumb, I gently placed the tip of my tongue between those lovely lips. Kara responded with another gasp and used her heels on my shoulders to pull me in closer to her. I obliged, plunging my tongue deeper into her wet pussy, my lips kissing her as my tongue and mouth explored and caressed her sensitive parts. Kara grabbed my head in her hands and pulled me tight to her. I eagerly licked and kissed and probed and sucked, responding to her moans and gasps.
As much as I was enjoying every aspect of eating her pussy, I had to tongue her other hole. Freeing my head slightly from her grasp, I licked southward and kissed her perineum. My lips and tongue found her pretty little rosebud anus, and I began a sort of French kissing/tongue fucking action. Kara howled with delight and again clenched my face against her under-areas as she squirmed under the hot water showering down on us.
I inserted two fingers in her pussy and resumed rubbing her clit with my other thumb as I continued tonguing her asshole. I was in heaven, and Kara seemed to be in a pretty good place herself based on the pelvic movement and guttural groans and gasps emanating from her. I could feel her body clenching and tensing, and I sensed she would cum soon. I turned my oral attention back to her pussy and clit and inserted a digit into her slightly loosened asshole.
"Oh, don't fucking stop!!" Kara yelled as I placed my lips around her clit and began circling it with the tip of my tongue while sucking slightly. "PLEASE DON'T STOP!!" she squealed again; her body was fully tensed as she held my head tight to her pelvis.
Did she really think I had any intention of stopping? Like a man on a pleasure mission, I continued my oral onslaught, determined to make her cum. It was only moments later that her body seemed to almost seize. We probably appeared frozen together if not for the steam and the heavy breathing.
Kara moaned a loud "Ohhhhh FUUUUUCCKKK!" and then her body went limp as I tasted the warm juices flowing from her. Her heels fell down to the shower floor, and she slumped back on the bench seat, a smile crossing her pouty lips.
"Oh my God, that felt goooooood.." she whispered with her eyes still shut, her smile widening further. "Mmmmmmm..."
I helped her to her feet, and we stood embracing for a moment, my still rigid cock pressed against her flat belly. She leaned her head against my chest and then pulled herself up on tiptoes to kiss me under the running water.
"That was yummmmmmy..." she sighed. "But I think it's time I got out of the shower so I can call Mommy Dearest and you can get cleaned up."
As she exited, she reached out and gave my hard cock a little tug, and it responded with a twitch as I shuddered.
"I'll see you later, my not-so-little friend!" she giggled while glancing back at my erect glans as she toweled off.
Less than two hours of our 14-day quarantine period had passed, and my stepdaughter and I had already embarked on a ridiculously taboo but intensely orgasmic journey. Sure, it was wrong but at the same time, it almost felt pre-destined to occur. The inner conflict was welling up inside of me when my iPhone chimed.
It was a text from my wife...
I hope you have that lube handy (but well concealed), Baby the text read, followed by two selfies of my wife in our master bedroom soaking tub. In the first photo, her gorgeous tits and erect pencil eraser nipples were showing just above the suds, her slender but muscular legs propped on the high sides of the tub. I'm guessing she either has a selfie stick or hired a photographer to get that shot! The second pic was a closeup of her pretty wet pussy surrounded by bath suds with two fingers slightly inserted.
I could hear Kara on the phone with her mom in the living area, but I had to respond with a sext of my own. My cock was still half erect when I exited the shower and now was fully engorged at the sight of my sexy wife's photos. I took a couple of quick dick pics showing the effect of her earlier sexts but wanted to retrieve the "jug 'o lube" in the next room so I could make her a video clip of me wanking.
Kara was seated on the couch talking on the phone as I reached for the lube. While continuing her conversation, she turned and looked wide-eyed at my erect cock and the lube. With an exaggerated look of exasperation, she mouthed the words "REALLY?" and "ALREADY?"
I retreated to my bedroom as I overheard Kara ending her conversation abruptly, saying "Let me get my act together here and I'll call you back. No, don't walk over here over yet; I've got my hands full for a few minutes. Love you, Ma!"
Kara opened the bedroom door swiftly and slammed it behind her.
"Ready for Round 2 already, pervy boy???" she quipped with an air of feigned annoyance. "I guess my earlier performance wasn't enough for you?" she continued her pretend displeasure. "What's a girl got to do to satisfy you?"
Embarrassed, I protested "It's not like that!"
"I thought we agreed earlier - no SECRETS between us?!" she insisted, sounding an AWFUL lot like her mother...
"Honestly, it's not like that at all; I was just...uh..." I stammered, realizing no matter how I addressed this, it would be awkward. "I was going to sext your Mom!" I blurted out.
Kara gasped and then let out a huge belly laugh, snorting in the process.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME? You guys sext each other??? Did she just send you something??? LET ME SEE!" she demanded.
"Kara - these pics were meant for me! You wouldn't want me sharing pics of you with others, would you?" As the words left my lips, I knew they came out sounding wrong, but I was caught here, and I had to make a point. "This is your mother we're talking about!"
"And I'm her daughter, and you're her husband, and we just gave each other intense orgasms, so there aren't too many 'rights or wrongs' anymore," Kara retorted.
"Besides, I've seen my mother naked hundreds of times. I just want to see what she sent you..."
I handed her my phone and she quickly scrolled through my wife's photos and the pics I had just taken.
"Well, she is a complete MILF!" Kara giggled. "And your cock looks even bigger on an iPhone!"
She tossed the phone on the bed and looked down at my now hanging cock. She reached out her hand and cupped my balls gently, running her fingers along my taint and reaching back to graze my hole. Within seconds, I was rigid again.
"So, the pics you took weren't enough to send her?" Kara inquired. "Why the need for the lube?"
"I was going to video myself jerking off and describe how much her photos turned me on."
"You're a regular Lance Romance, stepdad!" the smartass laughed. "Here, let me prep you. I can be your fluffer!"
With that, Kara leaned over and while still fondling my balls and tickling my taint and hole, she kissed the head of my cock. Then in one motion, took it deep into her mouth, practically to the base. It was my turn to gasp as she held nearly the entirety of my dick reaching deep into her throat. She came back up, licked her lips, looked me in the eye, and then went back down on it.
It was some of the best head I'd experienced in a while. My wife is a great cock sucker but has a quick gag reflex and can only take about half of my member in her mouth. Kara clearly didn't inherit that trait as displayed by the expert deep throating she was providing.
"Don't forget I'm supposed to be making a video K," I said somewhat sheepishly, not really wanting her to slow down or stop.
Kara pulled off my cock just long enough to say, "Well go ahead and video" and quickly returned to her amazing blow job skills.
I grabbed my iPhone and opened the camera app, hesitating before switching to video mode. A video of my stepdaughter blowing me is probably not the smartest thing to have on my phone, I thought to myself but, being a male, I abandoned rational and appropriate thought and started filming.
Kara seemed to relish the idea of me recording the event and went into amateur porn star mode. She released my cock from her mouth again, kneeled in front of me on the bed, and began stroking it with both hands while smiling and licking her lips for the camera. The she resumed the deep sucking - more rapidly and with greater intent.
Despite having cum barely an hour earlier, I knew I wouldn't last much longer. Kara could feel my balls tightening and sucked and stroked even faster. Another finger found its way into my ass, and that put me over the edge.
"Fuck, Kara; you're gonna make me cum again!!" I uttered through clenched teeth. "Oh shit! OH SHIT!!""
Somehow managing to keep the phone somewhat steady and the iPhone camera rolling, Kara pulled off my cock and stroked me as I erupted again, rubbing the head of my cock on her lower lip as she gripped the shaft, controlling the ejaculation into her open mouth, all as she maintained eye contact with the camera lens. I twitched and shuddered as she sunk my cock back into her mouth and throat, coaxing the last drops from my pulsing tool.
I hit the red button to stop recording and collapsed on the bed next to my stepdaughter. She rolled over to me and kissed me, her cum-coated tongue swirling in my mouth. We made out for several minutes and then she stood up.
"Well, I guess you'll just have to send Mom those dick pics," she said somewhat matter-of-factly (and a bit sarcastically). "The video's just for us, and I want to watch it with you later."
Without missing a beat, Kara bounded out of the room saying she was starving and that we needed to figure out what to do for dinner. That girl's a piece of work, I thought to myself.
I quickly authored a text to my wife with the two cock pics saying, "See what your pics did to me?" and hit send. Mere seconds later, my iPhone chimed with her response "Wish I was there to help you with that! Make sure your stepdaughter doesn't catch you playing with yourself! XO"
