For Now...

Jennifer felt offended that Kurt had just walked away. A couple years earlier he had wanted them to develop some sort of relationship, sure she had thrown cold water on the idea unsure he would hang around. But now, now he was walking away?

Just like her father...

Her corrupted mind began to question why, the Idol’s influence preying on her insecurities nudging her logic process to align with her quest for simple pleasure.

Did she not please them enough?

Leaving her room door open she resumed with the toys one her bed, no longer simply seeking to get herself off. Her screams of delight and pleasure calls for her step father to return, to see, to experience how pleasing she could be.

Kurt slowly nodded off the inviting sexual sounds of his step daughter trying to get off tugging at his mind, penetrating his dreams.

* * *

Kurt awoke with a groan of pleasure, his first thought delight at the way his wife announced her arrival home, her hand stroking his cock with talent he hadn’t previously experienced as her tongue achieved gold medal standings with her lips on the head of his cock.

Opening his eyes the room was still dark, the abstract form beneath the sheets having crawled in from the side, her tight slender ass waving nakedly out from beneath the covers where she worked on bringing his cock to climax.

Groaning Kurt reflexively thrust up deep into the head he stroked from above the sheets, feeling a moment of embarrassed concern as he heard the slight gag of his cock in her throat. Closing his eyes and arching his back his dreams haunted him.

Jennifer’s remarks about porn tugging on his mind, his dreams had been plagued not just with the stereotype of step daughters fucking their stepfathers, but eager thoughts of banging a mother daughter duo. First hand sexually educating his step daughter with his wife.

Feeling the pressure build and spasming Kurt let his load launch groaning in delight as he came harder and faster than any blowjob he had experienced before.

Breathing heavily he marveled at how aroused he was, how hard and ready his cock was to still go as he felt embarrassed by the mental picture of cumming on his wife’s tits, for Jennifer to clean up.

“Mmm…” The hum of enjoyment sent a chill of terror through Kurt, his body torn between whether he wanted to tear the sheet back or roll over and pretend it wasn’t who he now knew it was beneath, licking up his dick and sucking on his tips for any stray droplets of his discharge.

Kurt’s impasses didn’t last as Jennifer threw back the sheets, revealing herself stroking his eagerly participating cock that throbbed with greater need and desire with the forbidden unveiling.

“See, its not so bad.” Jennifer remarked shuffling up on the bed and rearing up on her knees rubbing Kurt’s cock teasingly against her mons.

“What… what time is it…” Kurt stuttered, half wishing for Jennifer to just shift herself forward and impale herself on his cock, his only hesitation the question of how long until Jennifer's mom got home.

With a mad grin Jennifer giggled. “Mom's due home in half an hour. I wanted to give you some time to decide if you want her to see us or not.”

Kurt’s mind jumped into damage control mode. He hadn’t asked for this, he woke up to it, he was used, he didn’t look closely enough to see that tight youthful ass… Each excuse felt weaker than the last as he stared at the youthful beauty in shock.

“I suppose there’s time for at least a quicky before mom gets…” Jennifer began to remark in a sultry tone to get a scolding response.

“OUT!”

Kurt’s blunt words provoked a shrug, the naked young woman smoothly and quietly standing up off the bed and strutting victoriously towards the door.

“Fuck her for me when she gets in.” Jennifer remarked with a grin. “Think of me as you do it.”

Kurt stared at Jennifer in disbelief as she walked out of sight.

“Then feel free to come see me when you’re ready.” The shouted invite caused a tightness in Kurt’s throat as his mind still reeled with what just happened and he found himself at a loss for how to reply to the audacity. “My door and legs are open.”

Kurt scrambled to his feet cursing to himself. In his panicked thoughts of what to do as he changed the bedding, hopped in the shower, and struggled with his arousal and moral debate of just what to say or do.