Mom and I moved into my stepfather Sylus’s mansion. Sylus is gentle, handsome, and powerful. He spoils me like I’m his own daughter. I don’t want to be just his daughter, I want all his love and possession. That night, when I secretly watched him and Mom tangled together in the hot tub, my teenage desire was fully ignited—— Hidden in the shadows, my hand slipped beneath my soaked shorts…… I slipped out through the front door and crept around the side of the house. My mom was in the bedroom with Sylus tonight. I could see them through the window—his hands gently tracing her breast, their lips locked in a deep, hungry kiss. “God…” Mom whispered, her voice trembling as his mouth trailed lower, down her body, until he reached her core. “Shh, baby. Don’t wake Emma,” Sylus murmured, his voice low and teasing, before his lips closed over her. The way he touched her… slow, deliberate, worshipful. His tongue moved in soft, rhythmic strokes, drawing quiet gasps from her. Mom’s legs shook. Her head fell back, back arching, offering herself completely to him. He lifted one of her legs, holding it high, opening her to him even more. She gripped his shoulders, breathless, lost in the heat building inside her. I stood there in the shadows, my fingers circling slowly between my thighs, heat pulsing through me as I watched. My heart raced. I couldn’t look away. “Sylus… please…” Mom begged softly, her voice breaking. But he didn’t stop. He only went deeper, tasting her, teasing her, driving her higher. “Yes—oh God, yes—I’m coming…” she gasped, her body tensing, fingers tangling in his hair as the wave finally crashed over her. She came hard, trembling, a soft cry escaping her lips as pleasure flooded her. He held her through it, gentle but firm, drinking her in until she went limp in his arms, breathless and glowing. I bit my lip to stay quiet, my own body throbbing from the orgasms I’d just chased watching them. My legs felt weak. I crept back to my room, heart pounding, skin still burning. This had become my secret routine—spying, listening, touching myself while they lost themselves in each other. I wasn’t used to living in a house this big. Or living with a man at all. It had always just been me and Mom. No dad, no guy around—ever. Just us. Mom dated plenty, but she never brought anyone home. Then suddenly, there was Sylus. Handsome, fit, older, charming. He made her laugh. Made her happy in ways I’d never seen. When they started dating, I liked him. He was kind to me, funny. Sometimes I wondered what it’d feel like to have a dad like him. But at our old apartment, the walls were thin. I’d hear them at night—moans, whispers, the rhythm of their bodies. At first I ignored it. Then I didn’t want to. I’d lie in bed, hand slipping under the covers, chasing my own heat while imagining what they were doing. More than once, I came harder than they did. Then Mom told me Sylus proposed. That we’d move into his big house. Become a family. It happened so fast. I didn’t know how to feel. But I saw how happy she was. How much she loved him. And part of me… wanted that too. A real family. Someone who felt like a dad. Sylus was great. Warm. Strong. Easy to be around. I didn’t love him yet—but I wanted to. Now we’re here. I have my own huge room, my own bathroom. There’s a pool, a hot tub, woods all around. Privacy. But the house is too quiet. I can’t hear them like I used to. It made me feel… distant. Alone. So I started sneaking closer. Listening at doors. Peeking through windows. I tell myself I’m just curious. That I don’t want to mess anything up. Mom’s happier than ever. I won’t ruin that. But every time I watch them—watch him touch her like she’s everything—I feel that ache deep inside. I want to be close to them. I want to feel wanted too. I just don’t know how to say it.
I slipped out of the house barefoot, wearing just my loose drawstring shorts. No panties, and a cropped tee with no bra. The night air kissed my skin. I felt daring, alive. My body’s petite, curves tight and neat, but I always wish my tits were bigger. Still, my legs are killer, leading up to a round little ass that turns heads. I padded toward the bushes at the back corner. Before I even saw them, I heard their voices, low and intimate. Then the hot tub came into view. Dim lights glowed over the water. Mom and Sylus sat naked on the bench, skin glistening, steam curling around them. God, Mom looked incredible. Tall, curvier than me, but we could almost pass for sisters. No wonder Sylus couldn’t keep his hands off her. I felt a rush of pride…and a sting of envy. I wanted tits like hers. I was shocked to see she was completely smooth down there, just like me. Sylus’s hand rested high on her thigh, inches from her core, thumb brushing lazy circles. Mom’s fingers were wrapped around his cock. That thick, heavy, impossibly big cock. My breath caught. I’d seen a few boys, watched some porn, but nothing like this. He was huge. A hot shiver ran through me. “Daddy’s got a huge cock,” I whispered to myself, barely audible. The word Daddy sent sparks straight between my legs. I’d never called him that out loud. But now I wanted to. Badly. Mom stroked him slowly, confidently, like she owned every inch. I wished I could touch like that. Touch him like that. Then Sylus slid his hand right over her pussy, fingers parting her gently. Mom’s head fell back, a soft moan escaping as she rocked into his touch. He smiled, tender and hungry, circling her clit with slow, perfect pressure. I wanted to be her right then. Wanted those strong fingers on me, in me. My pussy throbbed, already soaked. I bit my lip hard and slipped my hand into my shorts, fingers gliding over my slick heat. I imagined it was him—his thicker, longer fingers teasing me open. They eased off after a while, reaching for their wine glasses, catching their breath. But Mom kept her hand on his cock, stroking lazily. “Something on your mind, baby?” she asked softly. Sylus glanced down at her hand on him. “Maybe not the best time.” “Tell me. Always.” “It’s Emma,” he said. My heart slammed against my ribs. Mom’s face softened, but her hand never stopped moving. “What about her?” “I’m worried she’s not happy here. Not sure she even likes me. But I want her to. She’s my daughter now. And she’s amazing… just like you.” Hearing him say that while Mom touched him, it was wrong and perfect and twisted me up inside. My finger pushed deeper, circling faster. “She just needs time,” Mom said, still stroking him. “Spend more one-on-one time with her. Build something just between you two. She needs a dad, and you’re the best man for it. Take her shopping. Dinner. Movies.” “Good idea,” he said, voice warm. “I really want her happy. I already love her so much.” My nipples tightened painfully. Heat flooded my chest. Mom smiled. “She’ll get there. She’ll love you as much as I do.” Sylus grinned, nodding toward her hand. “That much?” Mom laughed, swatting him playfully. “You’re awful.” “I hope we all get along,” she added softly. “Me too,” he murmured, his fingers drifting back between her thighs, stroking her clit slow and sweet. My pulse went wild. My pussy burned. Was he just saying what Mom wanted to hear? Or did he mean it? But those words—I already love her—echoed in my head, making my whole body ache. I really wanted him to mean it.
Mom giggled, but her voice turned serious. Her hand never stopped stroking his hard length. “I hope we can always be honest,” she said softly. “About everything.” Sylus pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss. His hand slid between her thighs again, fingers gliding over her slick heat. “I think you need a daddy tonight,” he growled low. “Mmm, I do,” Mom purred. She slipped lower in the water, bending over the edge, arching her back, offering herself to him. “Fuck me, Daddy,” she whispered over her shoulder. “Take your girl hard.” My breath hitched. Sylus grinned, dark and possessive. He moved behind her, hands gripping her hips. Slowly, so slowly, he eased inside her, thick, deep, claiming. I watched him fill her, watched her body welcome him. My heart slammed against my ribs. “Yes, Daddy… just like that,” Mom moaned, voice breaking with every slow thrust. Hearing her call him Daddy while he moved inside her—it lit me up like fire. Electricity raced over my skin. I pressed my thighs together, fighting to stay quiet. My fingers flew over my clit, frantic under my shorts. I couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to. Me and Mom looked so much alike. Same curves, same skin. With her calling him Daddy like that… it felt like I was watching him take me. I imagined it was my body he held. My pussy stretching around him. My moans echoing in the night. God, I was soaked. Burning. He moved with power and grace, driving into her deeper, stronger. Each thrust pulled a soft cry from Mom’s lips. I wanted to feel that. Needed to. My free hand shoved under my cropped tee. I pinched my nipples hard, twisting, chasing the ache. I wished I was closer. Close enough to see how she took all of him. How her body opened for that beautiful, massive cock. “Daddy… you’re gonna make me come,” Mom gasped, voice trembling. “Come with me, Daddy,” she begged. “Fill me up.” Then Sylus shocked me—he brought his hand down in a sharp, possessive smack across her ass. The sound cracked through the night. Mom cried out, half surprise, half pure pleasure. “Yes, Daddy—yes!” That pushed me over. My pussy clenched hard around my fingers. Waves crashed through me, silent and fierce. I came with them, biting my lip raw to keep from moaning out loud. Sylus growled, buried deep, and gave her everything. I watched him shudder, watched her melt into him. When it was over, he sank back into the water. Mom curled against his side, glowing. “I hope we didn’t wake Emma,” he said, voice casual but eyes lifting toward my bedroom window. For a second, I swore he looked… disappointed. Like he wanted me to be there. Watching. My hand was drenched. My thighs slick. My shorts ruined. I slipped back inside, heart still racing. In my room, I went straight to the window. Hoped he’d look up again. See me this time. But he was kissing Mom now, hand drifting over her breasts in the water. I sighed. Crawled into bed. My hands found their way back between my legs. Under my shirt. Again. I couldn’t stop seeing it—his thick cock sliding into her from behind. The way he owned her body. I wanted those hands on me. That cock inside me. I touched myself hard, desperate, riding image after image until I came three more times. Only then did I finally drift off, body spent, mind full of him. Daddy.
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