Her hand drifted to my penis, finding me fully erect. Again, she giggled. “I think someone likes the idea. Go on. Afterwards, we can fuck. Maybe dig out the restraints and get kinky. What d’you think.”
She stroked my shaft as I thought. I could hardly deny that the idea of being naked for Emma was a turn on – and I could see the logic. I could be trusted, and was confident. I even had my wife – and her mother’s approval. How many men can say that?
“And besides,” murmured Julia, “you have a very nice cock. She paused her stroking and looked down at it, pushing back to get a good view. “You’ve got a fit body, eight inches of dick, nice girth, lovely head. Nicest dick I’ve ever seen. She might be disappointed if she sees others in future, but at least yours sets a high standard. Plus. It’s very tasty.”
She lowered her head, taking me in her mouth. Her head bobbed, allowing her tongue and the surfaces of her mouth to rub over my most sensitive area. Her hand cupped my balls, and a finger extended to the cleft between my buttocks.
“Yes,” I agreed, my voice shaking as she sucked me, “but I wouldn’t be hard, would I? Well – unless I get turned on by the whole thing. Would you mind if I got hard with her, or should I leave if I do?”
She paused, keeping her mouth around my shaft, then withdrew, allowing my wet penis to flop from her mouth. She wiped away saliva and looked at me. “I hadn’t thought. I suppose it’s up to you. I’ll mention it to Emma, see how she feels. I trust you, so I don’t really mind.”
She bent forward and began sucking me again. This time I decided not to spoil the moment with more questions. I lay back and let her continue, enjoying her finger sliding into my back passage, caressing my prostate as I shot cum into her throat.
So, it was agreed. The first penis my stepdaughter saw, in the flesh, would be mine. She had seen plenty of cocks, of course – in pictures, on TV, on porn sites, all the usual places – but mine would be the first time she saw one on a person she actually knew. I felt a sense of responsibility.
I tried to pin down Julia to certain rules, but all she would say was that Emma and I should sort it out between ourselves, and if I felt it was a bit too much, I should return to her and check. The only real ‘rule’ was that she would be in the house, in another room. That way, if anything needed checking, she could approve – or disapprove – quickly.
The next day, when I was at work, Julia informed Emma, and that night when I got home, there was a definite tension in the air. The only way to break the atmosphere, I knew, was to get it over with – and so, as soon as Emma went to her room, I prepared myself mentally and turned to Julia.
“OK. Let’s get it done.”
Julia smiled. “Great. She’s looking forward to it. I’ll be watching TV, and if you want to run anything past me, just come through.”
I nodded, and she wandered off. Taking a deep breath, I turned and headed to Emma’s room.
When I arrived, Emma was lying on her bed. She looked amazing, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans (always covered to hide her scars) and she gazed at me, steadily and confidently – obviously a lot more confident than I felt.
After a few seconds standing in front of her, I decided to bite the bullet.
“So … er … how do we do this? Should I just strip off and stand here?”
Her confident façade slipped momentarily, and her eyes dropped, then she looked back at me.
“I don’t want it to be clinical. Could we … I don’t know. Could I undress you?”
I immediately wondered if I should check this with Julia, but realised that if I did, I would end up running up and down the house every five minutes. I could see Emma’s point. I was not some artist’s model, or professional naturist. She wanted this to feel caring, loving – and in such settings, partners would undress one another. I stepped forward and stood next to her.
She reached out and undid the button on my jeans. Her hands shook, and I could hear her breathing – short, ragged breaths, matching my own. She unzipped me and pulled my trousers over my hips. As she could not reach to push them further, I pushed them down and shoved them over my feet, removing my socks as I did so. Then I stood again.
She grabbed my boxers on either side, and was about to pull when she suddenly stopped. “Could you take off your shirt?” She asked. “It’ll look a bit daft, half-covered.” I obliged quickly, standing before her in nothing but my underwear. My stomach fluttered, and I was too nervous to get hard, even though I had fully expected some response.
“You’ve got a nice body,” she smiled, “well, nice for your age.” She ran a hand over my stomach and across my thighs, carefully avoiding my final garment. She looked up at me and bit her lip, steeling herself for the final act.
Once again, she grabbed each side of my shorts, and this time she pulled, slowly, steadily. My pubic hair appeared. I am not particularly hirsute, so seeing the hair made it clear that she was close to revealing my genitals. She pulled further. From the hair appeared a smooth piece of skin – the base of my penis. She continued, the shaft revealed, and then, suddenly, the uncircumcised head flopped out. My boxers fell to the floor, and I stood before my step-daughter, totally naked.
She stared at it, seeming to see every detail, moving her head to the side for a profile of the flaccid, curled phallus.
“Could you …” she asked, tentatively, “could you lift it up so I can see your balls?” I did as she asked, and she examined the wrinkled sac and two uneven ovals within. She looked up at me once more. “Would you pull the skin back? So I can see the end bit and the hole?” I drew my foreskin back, letting her look at the smooth, purple head, swelling from the shaft.
I was not really watching. In fact, I was trying not to focus too much. As she examined me, I realised I was getting increasingly turned on, and I really felt that getting hard might be inappropriate. That was why, when I felt the touch, I jumped back.
“I’m so sorry,” she cried, “I don’t know what came over me. It looks so smooth, and I wanted to touch it. Sorry.”
I was unsure whether this would be acceptable to Julia, although I hated myself for rejecting Emma like that, so I explained to her that it was just the shock, and that if she wanted to touch me, that was fine, but I really should check with her mother.
Still naked, I walked into the room where Julia was watching TV. She looked up expectantly and smiled. “All done? And you stayed naked for me. Very nice.”
I quickly explained the situation, expecting Julia to want to consider the dilemma, but instead, she said “don’t be silly. If you’re OK with it, let her touch you. Honestly, I don’t mind what you do, so long as you’re both consenting and let me know after. Let her enjoy it.”
I returned to Emma, and this time when she reached out, I stood still. At first, she ran her hand over the shaft, pulling back my foreskin so she could touch the sensitive head and small hole. She fondled my balls, weighing them gently, rolling them around. Then she looked up at me.
“Doesn’t this make you hard?” I smiled and explained that I was nervous, and didn’t want to upset by letting her know that I was turned on. She laughed. “I really want to see it hard. Can I?” I nodded, but pointed out that my churning stomach was currently proving a bit of an issue. “Perhaps I can help,” she suggested.
Without another word, she pulled off her t-shirt and unhooked her bra, allowing her magnificent tits to fall free. They were every bit as impressive as I expected. Like her mothers, but firmer, with less diffuse nipples standing proudly erect.
She unbuttoned her jeans, then turned to me. “You’ll have to help me take them off.” I felt helpless, not sure if I should be doing this, but powerless to refuse. I dragged the jeans off, then her panties, revealing a neat triangle of pubic hair. I gazed at her. She was truly beautiful. One leg may have been thinner than most of her age, and the other ended at the knee, but I didn’t care. I surveyed her body as she lay back, thighs apart, allowing me to stare.
I felt the first stiffening of my member, and stood back, already semi-hard. Although my nerves remained, she seemed to have grown in confidence now that she was naked. She reached for me, grabbing my shaft, and this time began moving her hand up and down.
I stood, admiring her breasts and her pussy – unquestionably wet, its heady aroma reaching my nostrils. I was fully hard now, as she stroked me, staring at the wonder before her.
Suddenly I came to my senses. “Enough for now. I need to talk to your mum.”
She giggled. “And I need some time to myself with mum’s toys. Can we … can we do it again? Please?”
I thought briefly before nodding. “Sure. Why not? Maybe I’ll be less nervous. Anyway, I’ll leave you to it.”
I dashed from the room to find my wife, still sporting the hardon which Emma had induced. I found her in the bedroom under the covers, waiting for me. It was clear she had been playing with herself, for she was instantly wet and ready for me. We fucked hard and frantically, both climaxing in double-quick time, before lying back, gasping.
Instantly, I felt guilty. How would Julia feel about me getting horny with her daughter, then using her as my release – basically a substitute for wanking. I expected to her to be upset, angry even, and waited for it to start: ‘how do you think I feel? Am I just a piece of meat to cum in? That’s my daughter, you were just supposed to help her get over an issue, not use her like some kind of porn site; are you one of these pervs who gets off on amputees? Well – sorry. I’m not cutting an arm off for you.’
I waited, but it never came. Instead, Julia nuzzled in to me, kissing my chest. “That was nice,” she whispered, “I think we both got mega-horny. I know I did, thinking about you two in there. I wish I could have watched, but I wanted you both to feel free to do what you wanted, not be restricted by having ‘mum’ there.”
I looked down at her, unsure how to reply. Thankfully, Julia continued. “I’m not going to ask what happened. I’m not jealous, and I know it’s just a very practical sex education for Emma, and, hopefully, should help her to start relationships. As long as you keep it just about sex and don’t go falling in love, it’s all good.”
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