Seducing Daddy
An Erotic Short Story
By Jade K. Scott
Kelly’s mother remarried when she was twelve years old to a man half her age. In many ways, Greg had more in common with his cute stepdaughter than he did with his new wife.
When Kelly turns eighteen, he discovers just how much he has in common with her when she proceeds to seduce him. Can Greg resist her advances, or will he succumb to the forbidden pleasures of his stepdaughter’s beautiful young body?
Word Count: Approximately 5,000
WARNING: This is an erotic short story for ADULTS ONLY! All characters are over the age of eighteen. This story contains extremely graphic scenes of pseudo-incest between a stepfather and stepdaughter, oral sex, anal sex, and rough sex.
Copyright 2011 by Jade K. Scott
Smashwords Edition
Chapter One
Kelly moaned softly in her sleep. She shifted slightly, turning over and exposing her beautiful bottom as the sheets slipped off her body. She was dreaming of sex, and she awoke with soaking wet panties and gasping for air.
She lay there panting for several moments, trying to calm her rapidly fluttering heart. She could feel the warm wetness seeping through her panties, which covered her aching, swollen pussy.
She pulled up the lace-edged tank top of her night set slightly and thrust her hand inside the waistband of her panties. Her fingers slipped inside her slit and became drenched with her juices. She shivered in pleasure as her fingers slipped easily over her pulsating clit.
Kelly closed her eyes and tried to evoke the dream that had excited her so much. She was in the throes of passion with the only mad she’d ever loved – her stepfather, Greg.
Her fingers moved faster, and her hips began to wriggle as pleasure mounted inside her. She pictured Greg kissing her, touching her, and giving her a mind-blowing orgasm.
But it wasn’t the same. Despite a frantic attempt to quell her passion, release was not forthcoming. She would rise just to the precipice, but she wasn’t able to complete her orgasm. It was maddening.
She finally gave up with an exasperated sigh. She pounded the bed beside her with her fist and tried to suppress an irritated growl, but it escaped her lips. At that moment, she heard a gentle tap on her door.
She padded across the carpet and opened the door, and before her stood a bleary-eyed Greg in a t-shirt and pajama bottoms. His haggard appearance was exciting; he looked rough, almost dangerous.
“Are you alright?” he asked, peeking suspiciously past her into her bedroom. “I thought I heard something.”
“No, Dad, I’m fine,” she said innocently, unaware that she was subconsciously spreading her legs and exposing her panty-covered crotch to him.
One of Greg’s eyebrows arched, and he peered around the edge of the door, surveying her room carefully.
“You sure? I’m sure I heard something. You don’t have a boy in here, do you?”
She almost blurted out that the only man she wanted was Greg, but she managed to suppress it.
“No! It’s just me in here.”
“Okay,” he said, finally satisfied. “Are you alright? What are you doing awake at this hour?”
“I’m fine,” she said. “I just can’t sleep and I was a little frustrated, that’s all.”
“Why can’t you sleep?” he asked.
“I don’t know, I’m just not sleepy.”
“Neither am I, to tell you the truth,” he told her. “How about some hot chocolate?”
The thought of spending time with him was irresistible, so she immediately hopped out of bed and pushed past him into the hallway.
“Sound good,” she said, padding softly down the stairs in her lacy tank top and panties.
Greg followed her downstairs, where she was already flitting around the kitchen taking down mugs and chocolate packets. He took the milk out of the fridge and poured some into a small saucepan and placed it on the stove on low heat. He tossed the jug of milk back into the refrigerator and then stirred the milk slowly.
“Aren’t you cold in that?” Greg asked, glancing uncomfortably at his stepdaughter’s lithe frame, which was barely covered by the sheer fabric.
“I’m fine,” she said. Then she eyed Greg’s thick pajamas with disdain, wishing she could see more of him. “Aren’t you hot in those?”
“Your mother says I’m hot in anything,” he quipped with a wry grin.
“Ain’t that the truth,” Kelly muttered.
“What was that?”
“Nothing,” she said quickly.
Kelly sat down at the kitchen table with her chin in her hand, staring wistfully into the distance. Her eyes went out of focus, and she began to daydream of pressing her lips against Greg’s and feeling her body pressed neatly against his.
A few moments later, she was startled back into consciousness by the sound of a mug being placed on the table in front of her with a gentle bang. She gasped.
“Sorry, kiddo,” he said. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”
“It’s fine. I was just off in la-la land.”
“Aren’t you always?” Greg asked jokingly.
Kelly stuck her tongue out at him playfully and he smiled. He sat down at the table across from her and surveyed her carefully.
“Have you been having trouble sleeping lately?” he asked, noting the dark circles under her eyes.
“Yeah, I have,” she admitted. “I keep having these dreams that wake me up.”
“Nightmares?” he asked, a concerned edge in his voice.
She blew through pouty pink lips to cool her hot chocolate, and then she took a cautious sip.
“No, not nightmares,” she explained. “Just… these dreams that wake me up.”
“What kind of dream isn’t a nightmare but wakes you up?” Greg asked, wincing as he burned his tongue with the hot liquid.
Kelly couldn’t explain it to him. She couldn’t tell him how she was dreaming of fucking him every night. How she’d dream of him tying her up and ravaging her body, using her for his own personal enjoyment. Just thinking of it was making her squirm uncomfortably in her chair. She felt her cheeks grow warm.
“It’s no big deal,” Kelly shrugged.
“If you’re losing sleep, it’s a big deal,” Greg told her. “Do you need to see a doctor?”
Kelly laughed.
“It’s nothing serious!” Kelly insisted.
“You should tell your mother about this,” Greg said. “She’ll want to know if you’re not sleeping well.”
“Don’t worry about it,” she said casually. “Really, it’s not the end of the world.”
“Fine, fine,” Greg relented. “I just worry about you, that’s all.”
“I know,” Kelly said gently, and then she sighed.
Kelly wanted him so badly. She peered at him over the rim of her mug and viewed him through the hazy steam rising from her hot chocolate. Her eyes noted his perfectly disheveled hair falling playfully across his forehead. They paused at his perfect green eyes, and then down to his lips. She wanted to taste those lips so badly she could hardly stand it.
“Kiss me,” she blurted out, lost in the daydream.
“What?” Greg asked, startled.
“Nothing!” she said quickly. “Um, I was just daydreaming about… a guy on TV.”
“Oh,” Greg said, and Kelly though she heard disappointment in his voice.
Kelly tilted her mug back and drained the last of the burning hot liquid down her throat.
“I guess I’ll go back to bed now,” she said, and he nodded.
“Night, pumpkin,” he told her.
“Night, Dad.”
Chapter Two
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br /> Kelly writhed fitfully in her bed. Beads of sweat popped up on her forehead, and she sheets were tangled around her body.
“No,” she murmured. “No, no!” she shouted, shooting straight up in bed.
Her heart pounded painfully in her chest, and she struggled to catch her breath. A droplet of sweat trickled down her forehead and dripped into her eye, and she blinked it away. She jumped as her door swung open forcefully. Noticing Kelly’s wide-eyed, frightened appearance, Greg immediately sat beside her and took her into his arms.
“Are you alright? Did you have a nightmare?” he asked soothingly, stroking her hair gently.
She relaxed into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his arms around her and smelling his manly scent.
“Yes,” she whispered into his shoulder. “Nightmare.”
“Oh, honey,” he said quietly. “It’s alright. Daddy’s here.”
The image she’d seen in her dream was practically burned into her retina, and she could see nothing else. It stuck to the back of her eyelids, playing over and over like a movie on a screen. She shuddered, and her eyes stung with tears.
“No!” she hissed, trying to push the image out of her mind.
“What is it? Tell Daddy what’s wrong, darling,” he urged her, talking to her just as he had when she was twelve.
“I don’t want to think about it,” she argued, now sobbing into his shoulder.
“Alright, alright,” he soothed her.
The harder she tried, the more difficult it was to forget what she’d seen. In her dream, a man had broken into their home in the middle of the night and tried to rape her. As she was struggling against him, Greg had stormed into her room and attacked the intruder, but he’d been stabbed in the process. The last thing she’d seen was blood seeping out his wound and soaking his pajamas as he slumped motionless to her bedroom floor.
Suddenly, she was overcome with emotion. She needed to forget what she’d seen. She desperately needed a distraction. Her head tilted back, and she stared into his green eyes. She pressed her lips firmly against his and wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her body against him and feeling the hardness of his muscles against her.
Greg froze. This was his stepdaughter. He’d known the girl since she was twelve years old, and he’d raised her just like his own. He knew he should stop. He knew he should push her away. But the feel of her soft, supple body against his and the sweetness of her lips was too tempting. Despite himself, he eagerly pushed his tongue between her parted lips. She quickly threw her leg over him and sat in his lap with her legs around his waist.
Her hips wiggled slightly against him, and his cock began to stiffen. She felt it pushing between her legs, and she could feel her labia beginning to swell and throb with excitement. Her entire body began to tremble, and she allowed his tongue to explore her mouth.
Greg’s hands ran down her back and cupped her firm, round buttocks. He squeezed them passionately, pressing her crotch more firmly against his throbbing cock. It pulsed madly, trying to force its way through the fabric of their clothes and into her.
“Fuck me!” she purred into his ear. “Oh, God. Please fuck me!”
His lips pushed over her again, this time so firmly it hurt her lips. His fingers clawed painfully at her butt, nearly tearing the fabric of her panties away. She felt his fingers slip underneath the fabric of her panties and push into her crack, barely touching her wetness.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered.
“I’m wet because I want… no I need you to fuck me,” she told him. “Fuck me!”
Greg threw her savagely onto the bed. His eyes were wild, like a rabid dog, and he tore at her panties. She heard the fabric rip as he yanked them away from her body and cast them aside. He pushed her lacy tank top up, exposing her small but perky breasts and hard pink nipples.
He mounted her quickly. His cock throbbed so angrily he felt it would explode if he didn’t get it inside her right away. He hastily parted her labia with his fingers and positioned the fat head of his cock against her dripping wet hole.
He leaned forward and pushed his hips, but they met with resistance. He thrust harder, but still the head would not budge. He reached down and grasped the base of his shaft, pushing it against her. She winced and groaned in pain, but it barely registered to Greg, who was crazy with passion. He ignored her cries of pain and angrily shoved his cock forward with all his might, tearing through her hymen and making her his.
He wrapped his arms around her petite body and began to thrust his hips repeatedly. With each thrust, he grunted heavily. She groaned with suppressed pain, biting her lip to keep from screaming, and she reached up inside his pajama top and clawed furiously at his back.
Soon, her groans of pain became soft moans of pleasure. His cock slammed against her cervix, thudding almost painfully, yet somehow driving her into waves of intense bliss.
“Oh, yes!” she shouted. “Fuck me hard! Abuse me!”
Greg’s hand grabbed a fistful of her hair, and he yanked it painfully as he stabbed his cock into her juicy pussy again and again. Her tiny breasts jiggled wildly with each jab, and he held her hair firmly, causing her to cry out with every manic thrust.
“Use me, Daddy!” she screamed. “Fucking use my body!”
Kelly felt her pussy began to throb violently. A shiver washed over her body, and her nipples stiffened as her skin was covered with goose bumps. Pressure began to mount inside her, radiating from her crotch and outward to her thighs.
“Oh, God,” she cried. “I’m going to cum, Daddy!”
Greg felt her pussy lips begin to pulse around his hard cock, and her thighs began to tremble wildly. Her breath escaped in sharp, shuddering gasps, and he felt the swell of cum mounting inside him.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck, fuck. I’m going to fucking cum inside you. I… I can’t pull out. God help me, I can’t.”
He moaned loudly as his cock began to pulse with orgasm, flooding her tiny belly with massive loads of his cum. He still thrust inside her, pushing his cum as deeply into her as he could manage. Finally, he collapsed breathlessly on top of her.
A few moments later, Greg began to feel intense contrition. The reality of what he’d just done set in, and he wrapped his arms around his little daughter and squeezed her body tightly.
“I’m sorry,” he breathed into her ear. “I’m so sorry.”
“No!” she gasped. “Daddy, I wanted you to! I’ve wanted this for so long! Almost since you moved in!”
“No, Kelly, this was wrong,” he moaned. “This was horrible. I’m a monster!”
“Daddy, no! You’re not a monster!” she insisted, kissing his cheek. “I love you, Daddy! I wanted this!”
“I love you, too. That’s why I never should have done this. I… I took your virginity, didn’t I?”
“Yes, but I wanted you to. I’ve been saving it for you for years, Daddy. Please don’t be upset. I wanted this so badly.”
Greg pushed himself off her and stood up. Blood stained his cock and covered her white sheets. He shook his head dejectedly.
“What have I done?” he muttered, running his hand firmly through his hair. “Oh, God, what have I done?”
Greg backed slowly out of the room and disappeared.
Kelly looked down at the blood covering her sheets. She noticed a streak of it across her thigh, and a smudge of it dried on her stomach where his cock had rested when it was over.
That was the only proof she had that it really happened. It was the only tangible evidence that she’d finally experienced the one thing she’d wanted for years.
She sighed and felt her body relax. All of the tension that had built up in her body over the weeks she’d been dreaming of him released, and she wrapped herself in her sheet and fell asleep.
Chapter Three
“Oh, my God! Kelly! Are you alright?”
Kelly was jerked from her peaceful slumber by the shrill shout of her mother piercing the air. Panicked, she str
uggled to make sure she was covered by the sheets.
“I’m fine, why?” she asked innocently.
Her mother eyed the bloody sheet with a wide-eyed look of terror on her face.
“Kelly, you’re bleeding!” her mother gasped. “Look at your sheets!”
Kelly eyes the sheets as though she had no idea what state they were in.
“Oh, damn. I must have started my period,” she lied deftly.
“Oh, what a mess,” her mother groaned, snatching at the sheets. “Here, let me wash them for you.”
“No!” Kelly gasped, grasping the sheets desperately. “No, Mom, you just got home from work. I’ll do it in the morning.”
“Nonsense,” her mother argued. “You can’t sleep on dirty sheets, and the longer this blood sits on them, the more the stain will set.”
Kelly tightened her grip on the sheets as her mother tugged harder.
“Mom, stop! I said I’ll do it! Just go to bed!” Kelly shouted.
Her mother released the sheets and stared at Kelly for a moment. Then she sighed and shook her head.
“Fine,” she conceded. “But you get those sheets in the washer, and don’t forget to use the stain release stuff first.”
“Alright, I’ll do it now,” Kelly groaned.
Her mother reluctantly left the room, and Kelly flopped back onto her pillow and rolled her eyes. After lying motionless for a few moments, Kelly fumbled in her dresser for a t-shirt and shorts and put them on, then she wadded up her dirty sheets and carried them to the laundry room.
As she rubbed the stain release liquid into the sheets, she thought about Greg. He was everything she’d ever wanted, and finally she’d had him. But she wanted more. She wished there was a way she could have him every day – have him all to herself.
She tossed the sheets into the laundry and slouched into the metal folding chair in the corner. She could still taste him on her lips, and she could feel him inside her. She never wanted the feeling to end.
After nearly falling asleep several times while the sheets were washing, the alarm finally sounded. She took the wet sheets from the washer and stuffed them into the drier and headed back to her room. She quickly put new sheets on the bed and crawled underneath them.
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