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Jen was asleep on the sofa when Pete and Marie, Jen’s Mother and Step Father, had come back from their day trip.
They had been shopping all afternoon and then had finished with dinner and drinks at Joe’s Bar. They had lost track of time and we’re both pretty drunk when they finally made it back home.
“That was wonderful Pete thank you so much.” Marie slurred as she swung her shopping bags of new clothes around in her hands.
“I had a great time too darling.” Pete said happily back at her through his own haze.
“I am going to bed! Are you coming?” Marie asked him.
“In a little while honey, I need to unload the dish washer first.” he replied.
Marie rolled her eyes, “Rather you than me!” she said as she attempted to climb the stairs, gripping the railing as she walked.
Pete walked into the living room and noticed Jen laying on the sofa.
He walked over to her, Jen was wearing a white silk slip that clung to her body beautifully. Pete also noticed she was not wearing a bra.He could see the fullness of her breasts snuggled under the silk. In his drunken haze he stooped down by the sofa and peered straight down Jens slip and saw her large breasts easily underneath the folds in the material. He could see her perfectly formed pink nipples standing so proudly to attention as they greeted him. “Suck me Pete!” They seemed to call out to him.
Pete felt the first twinges in his pants, as he gripped the arm of the sofa for balance, and in frustration as he gazed on to what he could never touch.
Sulkily Pete stood back up and wandered into the kitchen. Back to his pathetic fucking life and stupid errands. He opened the dish washer angrily as he began to take each plate out. Thinking about Jen laying there so vulnerable and exposed the entire time and driving himself more and more crazy. What he wouldn’t give to be able to snake his hand down her slip and just feel those amazing tits of hers. They always looked so fantastic. They bounced happily whenever she walked, as if taunting him on purpose.
Soon all the plates had been emptied from the dish washer. Pete wouldn’t have been able to tell you how this had happened. He had not been paying attention to his chore at all. Instead he had been thinking about Jen in the next room. He thought of her tits, than of her full lips, he thought of what might happen if he was to ever kiss those lips of hers.. or even better... part them with his cock that ached for her so badly.
He thought of Marie upstairs and felt nothing. Nothing as close as to what her beloved daughter made him feel. Jen could turn Pete into an animal and she did, often. A broken animal who wanted so much to capture his prey but never could. It drove him wild.
Pete walked back into the living room and once again wandered over to the sofa to look at Jen one last time before bed.
Pete could see that she had been reading before she had fallen asleep. A book lay on the floor, open as if it had fallen from her grip.
He walked around the sofa to take the rest of her in.
She looked so fucking sexy.
Her little slip stopped just above the knee, hugging her pelvis and stomach before opening out just a little to accommodate her luscious breasts. Her whole body laid in front of him screaming for him to touch her... feel her... fuck her... Pete moved his gaze up to her face that was half hidden behind a veil of her long dark hair.
As he watched her he could feel his erection proudly through his jeans now. He knew in a moment he would have to give in and go upstairs and fuck her mother.
He buried his face in his hands in defeat and took a step to leave her.
Then he noticed the bottle of wine on the coffee table. She had also been drinking.
She would be in a very sound sleep, Jen always slept like a log after she had had a drink. That is usually why she drank, to relax.
Pete imagined her night, sipping wine, reading her boring book, perfectly relaxed and happy.
Then another thought flicked through Pete’s mind as he stared once again at her tits through her skimpy little slip.
“I wonder if she is wearing panties...”
Pete wandered back over to her and stooped once more by her limp sleeping body. He watched as his hand out stretched in front of him and grazed her perfectly shaven legs. He glanced at her face. No movement at all. Sound asleep.
He put his hand firmly on her legs now and slowly parted them with his hand.
“Just a check.” He thought to himself “Nothing more, as soon as I’ve done this I will go upstairs and fuck Marie...” “..I’m just checking...”
Jens legs were open slightly now... not enough for him to rip his body over her and thrust his dick into her like he really wanted to do...
But enough for him to run his hand right up her slip and feel her pussy.
Excitement ran all the way up Pete’s body as he began to move his hand slowly up her smooth leg. He watched as it went away from view underneath her slip. He lifted the silk up slightly with his wrist as his hand slowly traveled.
He could practically feel his heart beating in his ears as he approached his destination.
His balls ached...and he held his breath.. and then.. material.
He lifted her slip up more until he caught a glimpse of lacy blue.
“Fuck!” he thought frustrated.
But he didn’t move his hand. He took another look at Jen’s sleeping face and placed his fingers firmly on her panties over where her hole would be. Jen began to stir slightly but Pete didn't care.
Warmth... wonderful warmth was what he felt underneath his fingertips... and it drove him insane.
He felt like a shark as the scent of blood engulfed him.
Pete was in a frenzy. All he wanted to do was rip those blue little panties right off and dive on top of her body. Her body that had teased him ever since he had first met her.
All that separated him from his prize were those fucking panties. They were like a protective shield from her hungry step father. Pete noticed that even though she slept, her body was clearly awake as the place his hand was on her panties had began to feel wet as well as warm.
He began to think of her warm, wet, forbidden hole... how he so badly wanted to rip her panties to the side and push his fingers right in. Rub the walls of her pussy. If she awoke he would put his free hand over her mouth to shut her up. How wonderful it would be to rub her hot little pussy until she came. Untill her whole body shivered and tensed in the palm of his hand....
“Fuck!” he spat as he removed his hand out of her slip entirely and stood straight up.
Jen murmured slightly and then turned her body over. Still sound asleep.
Pete left her there. Stormed up the stairs extremely frustrated.
He marched into the bedroom, ripped his clothes off and tore the covers of the bed clean off exposing his naked wife.
“Are you OK sweetie?” said Marie concerned.
“Fine” Pete grumbled as he got into bed and crawled on top of her.
Pete forced his fat dick deep into his wife that night. He fucked her senseless. Fucked her angrily. He fucked her for having such a hot daughter to torture him with. He fucked her hard, furious that he was not fucking Jen. He finally shot his load deep into her cunt.
As he rolled back over still grumpy another thought flashed across his mind.
“Marie simply wasn’t enough.”
They had been shopping all afternoon and then had finished with dinner and drinks at Joe’s Bar. They had lost track of time and we’re both pretty drunk when they finally made it back home.
“That was wonderful Pete thank you so much.” Marie slurred as she swung her shopping bags of new clothes around in her hands.
“I had a great time too darling.” Pete said happily back at her through his own haze.
“I am going to bed! Are you coming?” Marie asked him.
“In a little while honey, I need to unload the dish washer first.” he replied.
Marie rolled her eyes, “Rather you than me!” she said as she attempted to climb the stairs, gripping the railing as she walked.
Pete walked into the living room and noticed Jen laying on the sofa.
He walked over to her, Jen was wearing a white silk slip that clung to her body beautifully. Pete also noticed she was not wearing a bra.He could see the fullness of her breasts snuggled under the silk. In his drunken haze he stooped down by the sofa and peered straight down Jens slip and saw her large breasts easily underneath the folds in the material. He could see her perfectly formed pink nipples standing so proudly to attention as they greeted him. “Suck me Pete!” They seemed to call out to him.
Pete felt the first twinges in his pants, as he gripped the arm of the sofa for balance, and in frustration as he gazed on to what he could never touch.
Sulkily Pete stood back up and wandered into the kitchen. Back to his pathetic fucking life and stupid errands. He opened the dish washer angrily as he began to take each plate out. Thinking about Jen laying there so vulnerable and exposed the entire time and driving himself more and more crazy. What he wouldn’t give to be able to snake his hand down her slip and just feel those amazing tits of hers. They always looked so fantastic. They bounced happily whenever she walked, as if taunting him on purpose.
Soon all the plates had been emptied from the dish washer. Pete wouldn’t have been able to tell you how this had happened. He had not been paying attention to his chore at all. Instead he had been thinking about Jen in the next room. He thought of her tits, than of her full lips, he thought of what might happen if he was to ever kiss those lips of hers.. or even better... part them with his cock that ached for her so badly.
He thought of Marie upstairs and felt nothing. Nothing as close as to what her beloved daughter made him feel. Jen could turn Pete into an animal and she did, often. A broken animal who wanted so much to capture his prey but never could. It drove him wild.
Pete walked back into the living room and once again wandered over to the sofa to look at Jen one last time before bed.
Pete could see that she had been reading before she had fallen asleep. A book lay on the floor, open as if it had fallen from her grip.
He walked around the sofa to take the rest of her in.
She looked so fucking sexy.
Her little slip stopped just above the knee, hugging her pelvis and stomach before opening out just a little to accommodate her luscious breasts. Her whole body laid in front of him screaming for him to touch her... feel her... fuck her... Pete moved his gaze up to her face that was half hidden behind a veil of her long dark hair.
As he watched her he could feel his erection proudly through his jeans now. He knew in a moment he would have to give in and go upstairs and fuck her mother.
He buried his face in his hands in defeat and took a step to leave her.
Then he noticed the bottle of wine on the coffee table. She had also been drinking.
She would be in a very sound sleep, Jen always slept like a log after she had had a drink. That is usually why she drank, to relax.
Pete imagined her night, sipping wine, reading her boring book, perfectly relaxed and happy.
Then another thought flicked through Pete’s mind as he stared once again at her tits through her skimpy little slip.
“I wonder if she is wearing panties...”
Pete wandered back over to her and stooped once more by her limp sleeping body. He watched as his hand out stretched in front of him and grazed her perfectly shaven legs. He glanced at her face. No movement at all. Sound asleep.
He put his hand firmly on her legs now and slowly parted them with his hand.
“Just a check.” He thought to himself “Nothing more, as soon as I’ve done this I will go upstairs and fuck Marie...” “..I’m just checking...”
Jens legs were open slightly now... not enough for him to rip his body over her and thrust his dick into her like he really wanted to do...
But enough for him to run his hand right up her slip and feel her pussy.
Excitement ran all the way up Pete’s body as he began to move his hand slowly up her smooth leg. He watched as it went away from view underneath her slip. He lifted the silk up slightly with his wrist as his hand slowly traveled.
He could practically feel his heart beating in his ears as he approached his destination.
His balls ached...and he held his breath.. and then.. material.
He lifted her slip up more until he caught a glimpse of lacy blue.
“Fuck!” he thought frustrated.
But he didn’t move his hand. He took another look at Jen’s sleeping face and placed his fingers firmly on her panties over where her hole would be. Jen began to stir slightly but Pete didn't care.
Warmth... wonderful warmth was what he felt underneath his fingertips... and it drove him insane.
He felt like a shark as the scent of blood engulfed him.
Pete was in a frenzy. All he wanted to do was rip those blue little panties right off and dive on top of her body. Her body that had teased him ever since he had first met her.
All that separated him from his prize were those fucking panties. They were like a protective shield from her hungry step father. Pete noticed that even though she slept, her body was clearly awake as the place his hand was on her panties had began to feel wet as well as warm.
He began to think of her warm, wet, forbidden hole... how he so badly wanted to rip her panties to the side and push his fingers right in. Rub the walls of her pussy. If she awoke he would put his free hand over her mouth to shut her up. How wonderful it would be to rub her hot little pussy until she came. Untill her whole body shivered and tensed in the palm of his hand....
“Fuck!” he spat as he removed his hand out of her slip entirely and stood straight up.
Jen murmured slightly and then turned her body over. Still sound asleep.
Pete left her there. Stormed up the stairs extremely frustrated.
He marched into the bedroom, ripped his clothes off and tore the covers of the bed clean off exposing his naked wife.
“Are you OK sweetie?” said Marie concerned.
“Fine” Pete grumbled as he got into bed and crawled on top of her.
Pete forced his fat dick deep into his wife that night. He fucked her senseless. Fucked her angrily. He fucked her for having such a hot daughter to torture him with. He fucked her hard, furious that he was not fucking Jen. He finally shot his load deep into her cunt.
As he rolled back over still grumpy another thought flashed across his mind.
“Marie simply wasn’t enough.”
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