Dad And Sophie Part 9 - Sex Stories

Dad And Sophie Part 9

... being such an asshole and not convincing me to fuck Sophie properly?

I then listened to Sophie trying to defend my father and his refusal to express his opinion or give guidance. It wasn't compelling, and I found myself getting pretty angry. Not least because it seemed my father was not keeping his word. Oh, and there was the CCTV he was secretly watching. I carefully retraced my steps and silently opened the front door. Then I called out and slammed it as if I had just returned.

By the time I got to the kitchen, the conversation had changed. Sophie told the girls I was rowing for the college and getting a buff body. Which meant I had to strip off my top and let the three of them run their hands over my six-pack and ripped shoulders. I accepted a beer and let them tell me where they were going. Sophie had her black dress with the zips at the front. Underwear looked optional at best.

Zena had a playsuit stretched out so tightly across her curves she might not have been wearing anything. She, too, wasn't wearing underclothes; I could see her pussy lips in all their glory. I asked where they were going and was told there was a new female-centric club on the other side of the city. Sophie said to me that I could not come along tonight. She would not be too late; perhaps I should stay up for her.

I could take a hint, and after they left, I had a long hot bath. I needed to calm down because, with the information I had tonight, I was still pretty upset. All those ...

... comments in the phone sex call that I was remembering now made sense. Even the conversation with Dad on the phone the night before I took Sophie dancing. All that worry, I was making the right decision, and all along, I should have fucked Sophie the first time Dad went away.

Sophie returned about one in the morning. I used the live view of the CCTV to check the front door and saw her get out of the lift. She looked radient, with an expectant glint in her eye. Both her zips were entirely undone. I waited for her naked on the other side of the door, and when she came in, I told her that I was going to fuck her right there. She had the biggest smile as I took her coat and bag, placed them on the hall table, and took her into my arms.

We made out for a little while, and then I grabbed both of her hips and lifted her against the front door. Using one hand at a time, I shifted from hip to thigh, opening up her legs on either side of my hips and lowering her onto my stiff cock. Sophie moved one hand underneath to line me up, and I let her impale herself to around half my length. I had prepared myself in the bath by having a quick wank. I would last five times as long as the second time.

After a little while and some short little thrusts, I was entirely inside my stepmom. I had thought about this moment for over a year, partly in fantasy and partly that I hoped it would happen. Her pussy gripped me like a soft vice, and as she played with her clit the vice tightened in the first of ...