1. story for the wife


    Date: 1/29/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, Coercion, Incest, Male / Female Teens, Young, Author: BigDaddy12, Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

    whole time, asking if he had sent a dick pic yet, and when did she need to pic me up to take me to get laid. I really wanted to tell her about the looser line but I didn’t have the energy for that conversation with her and in part I didn’t want to seem so pitiful. So I told her he was religious, the no sex before marriage type, and she told me not to call him back. I laid face down in my bed crying. Why couldn’t he have just wanted me for real? What was wrong with me? The thoughts echoed as the tears dampened my pillow. I knew one thing for sure, I hated the way I was feeling and wanted very much to feel like I had for the last few days. I wish I had never asked Mike for his number, everything was great before I did that. I sat up in my bed determined to get that feeling back. Wiping my tears away I got up and walked to my dad’s room, I don’t know why, it just seemed comforting. I sat on his bed and looked around the room sniffling from the tears. As I reached for a tissue from his night stand I laughed when I remembered finding the tissues on his floor the day I cleaned his room. As I thought about it and laughed I laid back in his bed. The thoughts of humor turned to flashes of his bulge and images of his eyes staring at my body. I sat up again and looked at the tissue box wondering if that one time was the only time he had been so turned on by my body that he couldn’t help but jack off thinking of me. Were there other times? I thought to myself. I could feel myself ...
    wanting to find something that told me it hadn’t been the only time. What about the night when he examined my ass and his hands were touching my body? He was so hard that night that his basketball shorts couldn’t even contain his bulge. I began to relive the night in my head, wishing I hadn’t ended the situation so I could see how far his desire for me would push him. Then I flashed on the image of him standing at the bottom of the stairs hiding his bulge with my clothes. My panties, where were the panties he took to launder? I hadn’t seen them since. I quickly searched the house in all the places they could have been, my room, the laundry room, the dirty clothes… they were nowhere to be found. I got excited at the thought of him keeping them to get himself off on the scent of my dirty panties. I went back to his room and lifted his mattress, that’s where Jennifer keeps her vibrator and a picture of Ryan Gosling. My heart skipped a beat when I saw my panties flattened between his mattress and box spring. My heart pounded inside my chest at the thought of him using my panties to get off. After staring at them for a while in some twisted form of celebration I plopped the mattress back down and sat back on his bed. I felt alive and valid again. I realized that I liked the feeling I got when I thought of my dad ogling me and touching himself while thinking of my body. I decided to give him more opportunities to see my body. I went straight to my room and looked through my clothes to ...
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