Emily's Seduction (part three) - Sex Stories

Emily's Seduction (part three)

... perfectly normal. Just a physical reaction. It meant nothing. Then, as I was placing lotion on her neck, she abruptly rose up. I made room and she quickly flipped over. "That's the back, sweet Dick. Now the front, dear." I couldn't see her eyes. I thought I had heard amusement in her tone. Perhaps not. My trousers were feeling rather tight, for some reason. In any case, I began the same procedure as earlier. I used the lotion to caress the sweet, little feet, and moved up the legs, gently massaging her flesh with the sun tanning lotion. It was all to keep her tanning properly. That's all. As my hands were nearing her hairless vulva I couldn't help noticing that it was wet. She must be sweating in the heat, as was I. My hands were spreading lots of lotion along her legs and onto her belly. In the process, I couldn't help getting rather close to the vaginal area. I stroked with my thumbs, and her moist slit came open, just for a moment or two. Her sighs were continuing as I made my way up her tummy. I knew that I needed to put some tanning lotion on her breasts or she would get a sunburn. That wouldn't do. So I caressed her titties with my fingers and thumbs, softly making sure her nipples had plenty of lotion. I left them to rub along her shoulders, and then her long neck. Her mouth was open. Her tongue flicked out and licked her ruby red lips. Emily removed her sunglasses and looked into my eyes. She smiled and then reached out a delicate hand. She put it on my thigh. Gently ...

... rubbing it upward, she giggled. Then she stopped and put her glasses back on. "Thanks so much, dear Dick. I'm good now. I'll see you later, sweet man." She reclined back and put her earbuds in. Yes. You see, it was only putting lotion on for her. That's all. I wasn't doing anything wrong. Not that I could see. I didn't think Erica would care. Never mind. It wasn't necessary for her to know everything. This was my little secret with my stepdaughter. We were becoming great friends. I could tell. I looked forward to Erica coming home that day. Later that evening, after dinner, and about an hour before normal bedtime, I asked Erica if we could retire. She was happy to oblige. She always was. She stopped at Emily's room, at the top of the stairs, and tapped on the closed door. "What is it Mother?" "Nothing sweetheart. We're just going to bed early. We'll say goodnight now." "Fine Mother. Have fun." Erica looked at me. I shrugged. I didn't know what she meant. I was going to enjoy myself now, but Emily knew nothing about it. I took my wife's hand and drew her down the hall to the master bedroom. Upon entering I took her in my arms and began kissing her, and caressing her breasts through her clothing. I was a little rough, but she liked that. Erica liked everything rough and I was learning to do everything I could to make her happy that way. She was giggling. It reminded me of Emily. "Erica, I need something different tonight. I wonder if we might try a new game. Not a game really. ...