The Night I Saw My Step Daughter Fucking Her Boyfriend - Sex Stories

The Night I Saw My Step Daughter Fucking Her Boyfriend

The clock struck two in the morning and my eyes opened up to just barely enough to see the ceiling as sounds of something banging entered the airwaves. "Ashley, what's that noise?" I asked, leaning up and glancing at the other side of the bed. As I still felt weary, I gently felt the blanket and sheets. "Ashley?" I asked, opening my eyes completely. "Where did you go?" The noises still commenced and then my feet met the carpeted floor. I slowly strolled to my door and the noise became louder. My right eyebrow rose and my hand seized the door knob. I opened my door and immediately looked at her room. I saw her light was on. "Ashley, what would you be doing at this hour with your dad out of the house again?" I pondered, ambling towards her door and feeling the fresh air hit my naked body. "Yes, make sweet love to me, Doug. Don't leave me unsatisfied," I heard her moan. Then a grin came across my face with my head leaning back a bit. "'Doug'? Ashley, are you seeing a guy?" I wondered, putting my right ear against the door. "I'll make you love every single second of our love making, Ashley. Just because I love you," I heard Doug say. "Are you making love to my step daughter, Doug?" I asked, just before I cracked the door open slightly. My eyes received the foreign, but pleasurable view of a brunette guy, whom I never met, lying on top of Ashley with her hands on his shoulders. He was in fact making sweet love to her, but had the blanket over up to the bottom half of his back. "I ...

... can't see those knockers, Doug, why must you cover them?" I asked, bringing my right hand to my pussy. "We gotta be quiet, my step mom is sleeping just fifteen feet away," she warned him. "Who cares if that bitch hears us? We're both nineteen, what can she do?" Her hands performed a firm grip on his shoulders and her eyebrows went down. "Don't you ever fucking call her a bitch, do you understand? She is still my step mom and I love her. Don't ever disrespect her, whether she is in the room or not. Do you got that?" He sported a confused look, with a hint of fear as his thrusts came to a halt. "Okay, I'm sorry. You've just bitched about her for years now and called her a bitch countless times." "I don't care, as far as you are concerned, she a goddess that wouldn't hurt a fly." "I understand, Ashley. Now, will you please stop hurting my shoulders?" he requested, slightly strained. "I'm sorry, but despite what I said before, she means everything to me," she told him, sparking a tear. "I love her and in time, you should too." As I smiled, his thrusts resumed, but gained more strength though. "Oh, you are steaming now, Ashley," I moaned, scraping my twat. "You do still love me, but yet you've been complaining about me to this guy for years now? Have you since we started hooking up though?" I masturbated to them despite the raised questions. My other hand came right up to my wrist and felt the rapid heartbeats going on. "I don't care why you didn't tell me about him, I wanna get ...