Emily's Seduction (part six) - Sex Stories

Emily's Seduction (part six)

My stepdaughter, Emily, was going to be leaving. It was time to return to her private academy. I didn't pay for it. That was done by her father, or perhaps his family. They were rather well off. I wasn't destitute, of course. I was a fifty year old, full professor of English at my university. My wife, Erica, is an instructor in the same department. Now it was time to say goodbye to Emily. She would be completing her final year at her school. I was rather proud of her. I understood from her mother that she was academically superior. I trusted that was true. I knew her to be bright, and extremely knowledgeable. About my things, so I learned. We spent the summer getting to know each other. Erica had been teaching for most of this summer session. I didn't have to do any lecturing, as I had so much seniority. That meant Emily and I were alone much of the time. Getting married in the spring had brought us together as a new family. It had been rather eye-opening, to say the least. I was coming to terms with my own transgressions. I forgave myself for taking advantage of Emily. It seemed to me that she was at least somewhat culpable, as well, in what happened to us this summer. I mean, I understand that as the stepfather I should be in control, and demand respect from my stepdaughter. Perhaps my reactions were over the top. Anyway, it was done now, and I was resolved to be a better man in the future. But, one should note that Emily and I are not actually related. No, I am married to ...

... her mother, but Emily is not my real child. She is a lovely young lady, and she is in my care some of the time. She had just turned seventeen. But we are not father and daughter. She has a father. I am just married to her mother. No, I don't think I should feel so guilty. Erica was at home now. She was finished with her classes, and final grades were all turned in. Emily's academy would begin the next week. I noticed that Emily was not going outside to tan anymore. I assumed that she had reached the perfect tone for her. I was sure she hadn't stopped just because her mother was home during the day now. But, I must admit, if I am honest, that I did miss the times she was outside on the patio. I would often gaze out the french doors and admire her perfection. She was a younger addition of her mother. Yes, she was her mother's daughter in so many ways. Her body was sublime. Her young breasts like cones, and so taut and perky. I had seen them so many times. Just thinking of it caused me to become erect. Not only her breasts, but her sweet vulva. She kept it shaved, one could see. When I had succumbed to my own urges I had found how sexually arousing such a pussy could be. Oh yes, very tempting, indeed. She would often place her hand upon it while sun bathing. I had seen her and I knew she was fondling it. I believe she caused herself to have orgasms, on occasion. During one of the times that I rubbed lotion into her soft, tender flesh, I had noticed her moaning. I am certain that ...