Beloved daddy

My mother raised me alone, then got married when I was already 18. I was happy for my mom's happiness, I understood how hard it was for her to raise me alone. She is beautiful and young, she deserved the right to be happy. And I myself realized how wonderful it is to have a complete family. I grew to love my stepfather like my own father and he treated me well. He always brought all sorts of sweets and little gifts for me and my mom. He spoiled us like little kids, dressed us, saved money for my future education after school. Although, I haven't decided where to apply yet. Our happiness didn't last long, my mom died under the wheels of a car, the driver was drunk. The two of us were left, me and my stepfather. Together

we did household chores, he didn't dump everything on me, he helped as much as he could and earned money.

One fine day I suddenly realized that I was looking at him as a man, not as a father. I look into his eyes, I look at the bulging muscles under his shirt, how the sight of his towel-wrapped body after a shower stirs my consciousness. Something turned over in my soul, I walked around as if under anesthesia, in class I could barely listen to the teachers, I wanted to get home quickly. In the evenings I didn't go out, to be near my stepfather. I fell in love! God, this is wrong. He is my father. He is older than me. I'm trash. A traitor, mom would never forgive me. Although, why not, he is alone, I am alone, we are not blood-related. After all, I'm not the only one who falls in love with an older man, and a stepfather at that. There are worse things.

Okay, I sorted things out with my conscience, what next, how to tell him, what will he do? And I simply couldn't bear to just look at him. I wanted to approach, hug, kiss, fall asleep and wake up next to him in the same bed. The female inside me was speaking, who had long since begun to show herself and present her special demands. Sex, that's what she wanted, this female, that is, me. And Roman probably also noticed the changes that had happened to me. He always guessed my every desire anyway and now probably felt something too, but didn't know for sure if he had guessed correctly this time. Well, I'll have to act on my own, at my own risk. While taking a bath I decided that today was the day I would reveal my cards. After washing and drying off with a towel, I stood in front of the mirror. Small, firm breasts with pinkish nipples, a perfect waist, a pussy recently covered with down, everything was perfect overall. And trembling all over, I stepped out of the bathroom naked, headed to the room where the sound of the TV was coming from. My stepfather glanced at me briefly and back at the screen. Then with his mouth open, back at me, and jumped up from the sofa. I stood there unable to take a step, my legs were like jelly from fear and excitement. He came over himself, picked me up in his arms, and carried me to the sofa. He sat down and sat me on his lap. Silently looked at me, and then pressed against my lips and, slipping in his tongue, started kissing me so that I grabbed onto him so as not to fall. He touched my whole body, caressed my breasts, sucked my nipples, circled my areolas with his tongue. It was wet under me and my stepfather's pants were already soaked. Something was pressing hard against my thigh. I reached out my hand and understood, it was his cock straining to break free. So he wanted me. It followed that he liked me.

I love you, I said to him. He laid me down and took off his pants. I looked with wide, surprised eyes at the thing standing between his legs. He covered me with his body from above. How nice to feel that weight. But then his cock pressed against my pussy and tried to penetrate inside. I spread my legs wider and he entered me, stopping for a moment, then resuming movement. A half-moan, half-cry escaped my lips, but my beloved kissed me and I relaxed. Some unknown feeling washed over me and I shuddered. My stepfather looked into my eyes, pressed me harder and started moving quickly going in and very slowly coming out. He pulled out his cock, ran it over my pussy and clit from above, then entered again. Then speeding up, he began to pierce me and moan so loudly that I got aroused and began to thrust to meet him. I began to arch and squeeze his cock with my vagina when I felt his pulsating cock and a stream of semen bursting out of it.