Watching Porn with My Stepdad

This is part 4 of the multi-part “Mom’s Fantasy” series.

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That night with my mom and sister was still fresh in my mind. I would have never thought about nor experienced anything like that had Zoey not brought it up with me. A feeling of arousing warmth flushed through my body as I was thinking about the things the three of us did together a couple nights ago. Something I never would have admitted to liking had someone asked me before was now the only thing on my mind. I wanted more.

I had spoken to Zoey the night following our ‘pampering’ of mom, and she gave me the details about her first night with Paul. She had mentioned how mom helped her get ready and then guided her along the way. Although I hadn’t thought directly about Paul in that way, I was jealous that my sister got to fuck him, and I didn’t. I didn’t want that to be something Zoey held over me, that she was somehow better or special. The typical sibling rivalry we had between us had me plotting how I could level the playing field, or even one up her.

I figured the best option I had was to have an intimate experience between just Paul and myself. This way I could rub it in Zoey’s face that she needed mom to help and oversee her night with Paul, whereas I was able to have a strictly one-on-one experience. Not wanting to ruin what my mom was offering our family, I needed to approach her with my idea to make sure she was ok with it.

I caught mom alone in the kitchen the next day and told her what I wanted to do.

“So, would you be ok if I had my way with Paul? Just him and I?”

“Looking for a little one-on-one time with him, are we? I think as long as we continue to be open and honest about what we want, I’m fine with whatever any of us want to do with each other.”

“Do you think Paul would be willing?”

“Yes, we’ve already spoken about this, and we are both fine with whatever happens between the three of us. My only request to Paul is that I’m always his priority if there is ever a conflict.”

“Got it.” I nodded.

With that out of the way, I started thinking about how I would approach Paul. It still felt a bit awkward and wrong to go up to my stepdad and ask if he wanted to have sex with me. Although I was aware that my family was now open to this and it shouldn’t be considered taboo or inappropriate, I still wanted the experience to come about more organically, and not just as a blunt request.

The comments Zoey made to me about how she would purposefully tease Paul gave me an idea for my approach. I knew my club outfits were more or less revealing and had always expected Paul to secretly be looking at me in a sexual way. My plan was to dress up as though I was going to the club, and then tease Paul until he couldn’t resist fucking me. The only thing I’d have to wait for was the right opportunity to do so.

About a week later, Zoey made plans to go camping with some friends over the weekend. Although mom was still around, this would likely be my best opportunity to entice Paul into having sex with me.

Saturday night came around and Zoey was long gone on her trip. I heard mom tell Paul she was going to meet a friend for a bit but wouldn’t be out too long. This was my chance. I scurried away to my room to get dressed up. I started with a black thong that just barely covered my pussy. It served no real practical purpose other than to provide something visually appealing to Paul. Next, I paired this with a black and red garter belt and thigh-high stockings that had a red bow tied on the backs of them. I covered this up with a short, red, flared mini skirt to complete my lower half.

On my top half I put on a pink sheer underwire bra to help plump up my breasts just a tiny bit more than they were naturally. I figured the sheer material would be a nice extra tease for Paul. I finished off the look with a tight pink crop top that was about a size too small for me – perfect for hugging every curve of my chest, the outline of my bra perfectly molded into the shirt for Paul to see.

By the time I was done getting ready and came out into the living room, mom was just getting ready to head out the door. She looked at me and gave me a wink.

“Have fun at the ‘club’ tonight.”

The inflection she gave the word ‘club’ was clear to me, she knew what I had planned. I could feel my face starting to blush a bit. Was I really going to go through with this? I’ve thought about it and planned it this far. The only thing that would stop me now is if Paul didn’t want to go through with it.

“Thanks, I’m sure I will.”

I realized Paul wasn’t in the immediate area.

“Where’s Paul?”

“He’s in the office on his computer. Have fun, I’ve got to go.”

“Ok, see you later mom.”

My heart was starting to race. I took a moment to slow my breath and compose myself. Why was I so nervous? I’ve teased many guys at the club, along with my boyfriend. It’s not like I haven’t had sex before, but this was different. I was about to purposefully tease my stepdad to the point where he’d want to ravage my body and fuck my brains out. As I thought through what might happen, my nervousness turned into arousal. I was itching for sex now and I was determined to have it with Paul.

I walked into the office where Paul was. His desk was in the corner of the room, and I could see his head poking over the back of the monitors. I couldn’t see what he was working on, but he looked up at me and smiled.

“Hey dear, getting ready to head out to the club?”

I attempted to play coy for a bit.

“Yup. Just came in to see what you were up to.”

“Oh, nothing much.”

I started walking over to Paul to stand next to him and look over his shoulder with the intention of getting my breasts resting on him. As I started walking over, Paul was quickly clicking away on his mouse. As I came around the side of the desk and could see his monitor, he had some news site open and scrolling through it. I also noticed he had a folder open that was partially obscured by his browser window. I could only make out the first part of the name on one of the files: ‘Sexy_tee…’

“So, what are you actually doing?”

I quickly snatched the mouse from him and minimized his browser window. The folder that was partially covered was now fully visible. It was full of thumbnails of girls. It was Paul’s porn stash.

“Ooh, this looks interesting.”

Paul was bright red.

“I… uh… um.. I don’t know what to say Brooke.”

“Oh c’mon, show me some of your favorites. I like looking at porn too.”

“Um yeah, this is really awkward.”

“You’re going to tell me it doesn’t turn you on to show your stepdaughter your porn collection?”

“It’s just that… I don’t think… I mean… yes, it would be nice to show you.”

I could tell Paul was nervous. I really wanted to get him aroused so I continued pressing him on his collection. Standing next to Paul in his chair, I leaned over the desk, making sure my breasts were visible to him out of the corner of his eyes, and started going through the pictures.

Most of his collection consisted of girls posing by themselves or with other girls in various lingerie. The majority were just softcore shots with tits, ass, and pussy on display. A few hardcore dildo and girl-on-girl shots were sprinkled in as well. I noticed most all the girls were around Zoey’s and my age.

“Wow Paul! These girls are really hot!”

I stopped at one picture of a girl in a mini skirt similar to what I was wearing. She was bent over a chair so you could see her panty wrapped pussy peeking through. She was wearing a mesh tube top that did little to conceal her breasts. She had similar long brunette hair like me.

“This looks pretty familiar, doesn’t it?”

I glanced back at myself for a moment and then over at Paul. Paul’s eyes traced my body from head to toe.

“It sure does.”

“Do you think about Zoey and me when you look at your porn? Do you imagine us bent over like that waiting for you to come take us?”

Paul was trying to discreetly adjust himself. I could tell he was doing his best to hide the fact he was getting hard.

“Sometimes.” Paul said with a sheepish look about him.

“I think you do it all the time. You can be honest with me. It’s ok if you jerk off thinking about me.”

I positioned myself like the picture, bending over so my skirt lifted up and Paul could see me from behind.

“How does the real thing compare to your imagination?”

“My god Brooke, that’s… yea, that’s leaving nothing to the imagination. You look better than I imagined. I… Can I touch you?”

I reached my hand between my legs and ran my middle finger across my panties, driving them into my slit.

“Not quite yet. Tell me, how bad do you want to touch me?”

Paul’s right hand was now firmly grasping his cock through his pants.

“Fuck Brooke. You look so fucking beautiful. I want to feel your silky-smooth skin so bad.”

“I bet you do. I bet you want to do more than just feel me up.”

Paul gave me a wide perverted smile and nodded his head.

“I want to fuck you, Brooke. I’ve wanted to for a long time. I’ve already fucked your sister, and I’ve been waiting for the chance to have you too.”

Paul’s perverted side came out in full force. I found it extremely sexy and arousing. It made me feel empowered knowing I had this effect on him.

“In that case, then yes, you can touch me.”

With my back still facing Paul and slightly bent over, he almost immediately reached out, running his hands up the sides of my legs from my knees to my upper thighs. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me towards his face. I could feel his nose plant itself between my ass cheeks and then could feel the wetness of his tongue licking up my pussy over my panties. He then pushed me away and turned me around.

Paul looked over me from head to toe as he sat in his desk chair. He reached up to fondle my breasts through my shirt, and then slowly inched up my shirt to expose my bra. I took the initiative to remove my shirt the rest of the way and threw it to the ground.

I bent over and connected with Paul’s lips. I drove my tongue into his mouth and we battled back and forth slipping our tongues between our mouths. Paul reached up to my tits, hanging above his crotch now, and played with my nipples through the sheer material of my bra.