Consenting Step Daughter

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She opened the scrapbook and immediately gasped. It was a picture of her mother. She had never even seen her mother naked before and now she was looking at a picture of her gorgeous redheaded mother sitting on the bed with her legs spread.

Almost every detail of her mother’s pink pussy could easily be seen.

“You like that one, baby?” her stepfather asked. “I can see you do. Just keep turning the pages and you’ll find some great shots!”

She turned the page and gasped again. It was another picture of her mother and this time the tiny redhead was down on her knees lustily licking at someone’s cock. The man’s face was out of the picture but it was obvious that it wasn’t Will. Her mother had her eyes closed as she kissed the purple cockhead.

“I had that one done on our honeymoon. A good looking young kid in a bar started coming on to your mother. I made your mother take him basic and fuck while I bid in the closet and took pictures. Keep turning, pussy!”

She turned to the next page. This time the young man was very much in the picture. Gail had turned around on her hands and knees and the boy stood behind her with his fingers wrapped around his stiff cock. It was obvious that he was about to stuff his fat cock up her mother’s fuck-hole.

Sandra kept turning the pages and her breath started coming in quick gasps as the pictures got more exciting. She saw her mother being fucked by the young man in every position that could be imagined. Her mother wasn’t pretending. She was loving it and she looked like she was screaming for joy in some of the photos.

She finished the scrapbook and she could feel a tingly excitement going through her body. She had convinced herself that she wasn’t going to get excited this time. This time she was going to convince Will that what had happened could never happen again.

“Take a look at the other scrapbook,” win suggested.

The scrapbook with her mother had been bad but this was disgusting. It showed women getting fucked in every way and some of them were getting fucked by two men at a time.

Sandra told herself that this was sick and yet she felt that excitement crawling over her. Her stepfather put his hand on her knee and she loved it. She felt an itch go from her knee to her pussy. She didn’t mind when his hand moved slowly up her thighs.

“Someday I’m going to take a few pictures of you,” Will said. “Oh no. I couldn’t allow that.”

“Oh, I’ll do it. Your mother said she wouldn’t allow it either but now she’ll do it anytime or anywhere. You’re just like your mother, Sandra.”

“I’m not,” she protested.

But there was a part about her that she didn’t understand. A part that was responding to this hotblooded man. She had the feeling she would get excited if he started taking her pictures. Maybe she was a little bit too much like her mother.

Will’s hand moved higher up her knee and stroked her thighs. For a moment she kept her legs tightly together but it was just too much to bear. She couldn’t do it anymore. She spread her legs and felt his hand stroking her pussy through her panties. Her panties weren’t thick enough to keep out the hot sensations of his fingers.

Her thighs clamped together around his hand and she stated moaning, rubbing her ass back and forth across the bed.

She knew her pussy had already started dripping juice.

“You’re not so hard to figure, baby. You’re just a cunt waiting for it to happen. It doesn’t take much to light your fuse.”

She wouldn’t tell him it wasn’t true because it was. She was hot and his strong fingers seemed determined to make her hotter. She spread her legs a little wider and she loved the feeling of his finger sliding into the edge of her panties.

She jumped with pleasure as his finger found the entrance to her pussy. He slowly pushed his finger inside her and started moving it around. She wondered why it was that if a man just touched her pussy she couldn’t control herself anymore. She squeezed her cunt walls together around his finger as he started working it in and out.

“That’s the way,” she moaned. “Oh shit, you sure do bow what you’re fucking doing!”

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George B. J. Martin

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