Daddy's Little Money Maker - Sex Stories

Daddy's Little Money Maker

I remember my mom Barbara always wearing lipstick and high heels. “It’s very important to always look your best,” she would say. In fact I had my own pair of Cinderella heels that I would wear all the time. “We are two divas pumpkin and this (rubbing her crotch) is your money-maker don’t you ever forget that.” I didn’t understand it back then. My parents divorced when I was just an infant. My dad never wanted anything to do with me. In order to survive there was talk around town that my mom would fuck men for money. So naturally I was thrilled when mom married Steve one day. It was a private ceremony with just the two of them there and it seemed to put the rumors to rest. He was fun to be around and treated mom like a Queen and me like a Princess. I called him daddy from the first day. She was a stay at home mom at Steve’s suggestion and seemed to flourish in that role. Every school function or meeting, my mom was there. At one point she even was the President of the P.T.A. Friday and Saturday nights were their time to party. Mom would look so beautiful and elegant. Her long dark hair swept high upon her head and her make-up was always perfect. It would be party time for me also, after all I was 17. A few friends and friends of friends would come over and we always ended up watching porn. It always made me hot and before I knew it I was fucking or sucking either a new guy or one of my classmates. No one seemed to notice as they all were doing their own thing. I loved sucking ...

... cock and was equally pleased when they would go down on me. There was no greater pleasure than to have someone lick, tease and please my pussy. I would hear the garage door open always around midnight and wait to hear mom giggling all the way up the stairs. Steve would try and quiet her down but always failed. He blamed too much wine for her behavior. I would hear them having sex thanks to the paper thin walls between our rooms. “Fuck me daddy,” I would hear mom say. “Not until you suck my cock and make it hard baby.” I could hear her gagging and choking. “Mmmmm your hot cum filled my belly daddy, now will you fuck me?” “Face down and ass up and you will be fucked like you deserve. All nine inches will fill you up.” “Oh yes baby, you always know what your little girl needs.” I would wait to hear the bathroom door close and the shower turn on. Steve was very predictable. I would watch him through the keyhole as he showered. Even though his cock was soft it still looked big especially when he would stretch it out. I remember rubbing myself and moaning with pleasure watching him. I would crawl back to bed and go to sleep imagining that it was me he was making love to. Sunday morning daddy would make breakfast so mom could sleep in. The aroma of cinnamon filled the air and it was hard to stay asleep. French toast was his specialty and I always enjoyed our alone time. I would race down the stairs and give him a big ‘good morning’ kiss. “You are looking more and more like your mom. ...