I gathered as much courage as I could and
slid my hand down between my legs and into the side of my shorts. I began to
rub my labia as I looked at him.
“Mom ever do anything like this?” I asked.
He almost wrecked the car as he looked over
and saw what I was doing.
“What are you doing? Stop that!” he yelled.
“Why? Don’t you like this? Don’t you want
this?” I asked.
“It’s not right, you’re my daughter!” he
said.
Sure, he was acting like it was bothering him
and that it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop looking at what I was doing.
“Correction, stepdaughter,”
I said with a sly smile.
I lifted my shirt up and exposed my tits to
him as my other hand began to rub my nipples.
“Exciting, isn’t it?” I asked.
I think he ran out of words because all he did was look at me with his mouth hanging
open.
“What if I told you I have wanted you for the
last couple of years,” I told him. “If mom can’t satisfy you, then let me.”
He swallowed hard, and I knew I had him. I
could see the tent growing in his pants as he watched what I was doing. I
pulled my hand from my shorts and grabbed
his, guiding it down to my pussy. I sighed as the warmth of his hand caused my
cunt to tingle. He didn’t pull it back, so I helped him move it up and down my
slit.
With his hand now stroking me, I reached over
and placed my hand on that tent growing between his legs. His breathing was
accelerated as I stroked his cock hard. I needed to feel it, to hold it in my
hand. I unzipped his pants and pulled his fat cock out and began to give him a
hand job right there on the freeway going seventy miles per hour!