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Subject: {ASSM} My steamy step-daughter Trish (M/F)
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Date: Tue, 24 Aug 2010 17:10:07 -0400
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A two weeks after our unexpected encounter Trish came back for another
visit. I couldn't help but feel a throb in my crotch when she walked
in the front door. Our two kids were off at their grandparents house
for several days, so my wife was happy to have another of her kids in
the house. My wife and I each gave her a welcoming hug.

We set up the guest room with all the comforts of home. Whether it was
for me specifically or simply because the temperature was sizzling and
there was no air conditioning in the house, Trish changed into a fresh
clothes that included short denim shorts and a 'wife-beater' tank top
that had difficulty containing all Trish had to offer. And I had a
difficult time not letting my wife catch me staring at her daughter
with lust in my eyes. Trish noticed though and no doubt enjoyed
torturing me.

I was in the kitchen making everyone some snacks when I heard someone
trudge upstairs. A few seconds later Trish was standing behind me.
"Loser. That was a pretty lame hello hug I got," she told me.

"Well, I couldn't exactly grab you on the ass with both hands with
your mom looking on, could I?"

Trish laughed. "Nooo, but you can now 'cause she went to the
bathroom." 

And I did. We kissed and embraced tightly, our tongues teasing each
other as I pulled her hips into mine and let her feel my thickening
cock. We were at each other for about 30-seconds before we broke off. 

"We're gonna get caught you know," I said.

"YOU'RE gonna get caught," she laughed again. "I'm mommy's little girl
and you took advantage of me."

That was the only moment we had alone for the rest of the evening,
which was spent eating and drinking and watching some bad
science-fiction movies on TV. I went to bed early in the evening as
usual, while mother and daughter stayed up until the wee hours of the
morning.

Early to bed, early to rise, I woke up only a couple hours after
everyone else hit the sack. Before heading into the bathroom for a
shower, I quietly made my way to the guest room and poked my head in
the door to take a peek at Trish. She was illuminated by a night light
and looked sound asleep. I resisted the urge to climb into bed with
her.

With four people usually in the house, the nice thing about getting up
before dawn is you get to take your time in the shower, and I do like
the relaxation of both the non-stop hot water and the two-person steam
shower system I had installed as part of a large renovation project.
As I stood under the spray my thoughts drifted across many topics,
including my sleeping visitor down the hall. My cock started to harden
and I instinctively reached down and started slowly stroking myself.

I was lost in the fog of the steam and my own thoughts when I felt a
rush of cold air from the open shower door. It was Trish. Naked.

"Mmmmmm," she said looking at my hard dick. "I knew you were thinking
about me." And with that she stepped inside, closed the door behind
her and got down on her knees and started licking and sucking me. Her
mouth was every bit as good as I remembered from our first encounter,
and in almost no time she had me on the brink of cumming. 

"Oh no you don't," I said. "Get up and turn around." She did as I
asked, and quickly my hands reached around and cupped her ample tits.
She quietly moaned as I rubbed her nipples between my thumb and index
finger, and in response Trish wiggled her hips and ass against my
cock.

"Bend over," I instructed. She braced herself on the built-in shower
seat and I aimed my cock right for her snatch. With no effort at all I
slid right in, and it didn't take long before I made one final thrust
and shot my load into her. Trish reached around and massaged my balls
with one hand, and I returned the favor by squeezing her boob. 

I pulled out of her reluctantly, but faster than I could imagine Trish
turned and took my cock back into her mouth to suck the last drops of
cum out of me and clean off our juices. "Have a good day at work," she
said when she finished, then she kissed me on the cheek and went back
to the guest room.

I spent a few more minutes alone in the shower rewinding the past few
minutes. "We're gonna get caught," I mumbled to myself as I dried off
and got dressed. I went back to our bedroom to give my wife a goodbye
kiss. "Mmm, you smell good," she said groggily. "How was your shower?"

"Wonderful," I said. "I didn't want it to stop." No lie there. "Go
back to sleep," I said, and gave her one of those quick
I-gotta-go-to-work kisses.

I was tempted to take another peek in the guest room but the aromatic
smell of fresh-brewed coffee distracted me. I mean, I'm the one who
usually fires up the pot in the morning. I had a feeling and sure
enough I was right; Trish was there in the kitchen taking care of my
caffeine addiction. And similar to those lingerie coffee shops that
have popped up, she was wearing only blue panties and what could
barely be called a t-shirt.

"I know you drink a lot of coffee so I didn't think you would mind."
Her mother would scream and wake the neighborhood if she saw what
Trish was wearing. I was having other thoughts. Again.

"Uh, no. I thought you were going back to bed," I said, looking at her
from strawberry blonde head to black-painted toenails. Her nipples
were hard and pressed tight against the cotton shirt.

Trish stood inches away as I filled up my commuter cup, not saying a
word. I set the pot and the cup down on the counter and turned towards
her. I didn't say anything as I lifted up her t-shirt and released her
tits. She arched her back as I leaned down and sucked on one nipple
and then the other. It was only for a minute, only for a taste, but it
got our blood flowing again. 

"Mom usually has her knitting club this evening, and it lasts for a
couple of hours." I reached down and rubbed her through her panties.
"I'm sure you can figure out a way to make sure she goes and you stay
home. See you later."

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