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I ** my stepdad and it was amazing
It was just a few months after my mom died. My stepdad, R, asked me to marry him. I told him no, obviously, because marrying him was out of the question we didn't get along politically at all and he still saw me as a woman despite me being a trans man. That's neither here nor there, though.
Anyway, after I told R no to marrying him repeatedly, he asked if I would just ** him instead. I will admit, it made me so ** to hear... But I couldn't do it yet. I told him no.
So he started asking again and again. Eventually one day I was drunk and high and I messaged him out of the blue. I told him to come over to my house, as I was living with roommates and they were away from home at the moment. Anyway, I told him to come over and ** me, but only if I could call him Daddy. I said I'd be waiting on my bed and spread eagle for him if he decided to come ** me.
He did. Not ten minutes later he was at y bedroom door, creaking it open and staring at me. I was wearing my mother's shirt, a cute asian inspired design, and my ** stuck out of the neck. I laid with my legs wide open for him on my bed, and when he came in, I said, "Hey, Daddy." I watched him take off his pants and in one fell swoop he came over to me and put his fingers inside of me.
Daddy fingered me a little bit, then he took his pants off and I watched him pull his ** out. He slipped his ** inside of me and R ** me into my bed. I moaned for him and called him Daddy so much. He'd known me all my life almost so it was basically like has was my dad.
R put his lips on my ** and sucked them. I wrapped my legs around him while he ** me into my bed and we had one of the best days of my life. All too soon he'd ** and said he needed to go home.
It wasn't but a few hours before I messaged him again and asked him to come back to my house to ** me again. This time I was on my front, **, and he came back and ** me harder. That might, the next morning, and the next day. We ** so many times over the course of that weekend it was like a marathon. I wore my mom's clothes and he fondled and fingered me to oblivion.
For months afterwards he barged into my room and started fondling my ** at any given time, whenever he wanted to. He stuck his hands down my shirt and reminded me how much he lived our 'long weekend'. I felt so dirty and used and I loved it. I felt like my daddy really wanted me. I regret not ** him more. He was a really nice lay.
My brother and I got spun out and had ** for money. A guy we met at a bar said he’d pay us to do it if he could watch.
Eeew !!! My step dad is a really good person. I was lucky that my mom did not marry a perv. I am very fond of him but I do not find him to be "**" enough for me to try to find out how he is in bed.
His son, my step brother, well, that's a different matter. I gave him my virginity when I was almost thirteen years old and he was sixteen. Then by the time I was fourteen he broke my heart when he came out to the family as gay.
There was nothing that I liked about my step dad.
So he's kinda gay but not really because you have a ** and dress like your mom?
So he took his pants off twice?
My step dad was a total horror that my mother was in love with rather than raised sing me as a single mom. As a preteen I endured having ** with him from when I was ten years old until I had my first period at almost fourteen. It was all about HIS pleasure and nobody else.
> *raising* <