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Dear Veronica,

I know you will be disappointed to read this letter, and believe me I am disappointed to be writing it. But with your behavior as it has been the last few months, your stepfather and I see no choice in the matter. You won’t be going to France with me this summer, instead you will stay home with your stepfather and work on improving your relationship with him and respecting your role in this house. I need peace in my life, Veronica.

I want the two people I love to love each other and get along. Basically I want things the way they used to be before you started going through this phase. Please, try to be more submissive, honey. Be feminine and embrace your innocence. Do what he says and you will get along fine. Go the extra mile for Daddy. Remember when you used to call him that, instead of this first name thing you’ve taken to lately? Let’s get back to that girl again. I love you sweetie, and I promise that I really do know what is best for you.

Love,

Mom

Wow, unbelievable! That is the letter I found on the counter today when I got home from school. Mom is gone, I checked and her bags and so many of her clothes are gone. We were supposed to be leaving together for the trip of a lifetime tomorrow morning, a whole two weeks touring France! I have looked forward to this for the entire last three years of high school French, but okay, dear mother. You know best, apparently. I am so upset I could scream! Why does life have to be so unfair sometimes?

It all started a few years ago when I hit puberty. Ever since then things have been so different between my stepdad Gabriel and me. She’s not wrong about that, but the distance is a hundred percent on his side. He’s the one who started pushing me away as soon as my body started developing. He told me when I was fifteen that I was too old to walk around wearing just panties and a t-shirt for pjs anymore, and that I needed to put on some shorts at night. Ever since then he’s been, well, distant.

Until I hit puberty I had always been Gabriel’s little princess. Since puberty though, everything between us has changed. He never lets me sit on his lap anymore and I practically used to live in it. Now he crosses his legs when I even move in his direction. It’s weird because I think I am his type, I mean I am the carbon copy of his wife, only younger with a completely pristine, untouched pussy. Mom is forty with a perfectly tight 5’5″ frame, long and thick brown hair that comes to the small of her back, and a surprisingly perky pair of 32D boobs. I just turned eighteen and I’m an inch taller than her, we have the same luscious locks, we wear the same size two pants, only my boobs have swollen to a huge 32DDD in the last year. Since I know he’s a boob guy, you’d think he would at least be curious but instead he treats me like a leper. I can’t remember the last time he gave me a real hug.

As for me, I think I fell in love with my stepfather the first time I ever laid eyes on him. He must have been around thirty, I was probably three or four. I remember hearing a knock on the front door when he came to take mommy out, running to answer it and then opening the door and seeing him standing there looking just like Jesus in a pair of jeans. I looked up into that chiseled face with a few days worth of beard growing and it was like being struck by a lightning bolt. It took a long time for me to understand that he wasn’t actually Jesus, but by that time I was a goner. True love had settled in to stay.

I can’t remember exactly how old I was when the fantasizing about fucking him began, but by the Diyarbakır Escort time I turned eighteen last week I must have made love to him in my mind about a million times already. I hardly thought of him as just my daddy anymore, so intimate my thoughts of him had been for so long. Mom keeps a close eye on me and the clothes I wear, and I see her smile and shake her head every time I come out of my room in some sexy new outfit trying to get his attention. I guess moms just know these things, and thankfully it seems to amuse her more than anything. She keeps telling me I should be more innocent and stop trying to grow up so fast. But he makes me so horny and wet all the time that I feel like I might die if he doesn’t fuck me soon.

Maybe these two weeks home alone with him won’t be so bad after all, and maybe she is right that we need this time alone to mend things between us. If I am being honest, the tension in the house has gotten out of control in the last few months. It all started when I came home from school one day to find he had ripped my room apart. I was so shocked when I came home and found him standing there, trash turned upside down and all the drawers in my dresser opened. He was reading my diary, or at least the first few pages. I really hope he didn’t get too far or he would know how much time I spend thinking about all the ways I want him to fuck me, and I would be so embarrassed I would never be able to show my face around here again!

What caught his attention that day was seeing the used condom on the top of my trash, and I guess he naturally assumed I had been fucking someone right here under his roof. Nevermind what he was doing in my room in the first place when I wasn’t home, it’s his house so obviously I can’t complain about that. But I swear I was not fucking anyone and I told him so immediately! My girlfriend Casey and I just wanted to see what condoms looked and felt like so we bought a three pack and opened them up, which I told him but it didn’t matter. “Daddy, I would never fuck another man right here in the room next to where you sleep! I love you and respect you too much for that, I promise! I am a virgin, Daddy!” He looked at me then with so much hope, maybe even desire, and I saw he had tears in his eyes. But then he looked down at my heaving cleavage, and then the condom again, and he threw my diary on the bed and stormed out. That was only the beginning.

I was grounded after that for a month and Daddy barely looked at me the whole time. Then prom came around last week right on my eighteenth birthday and Mom took mercy on me and said I could go, but I was to be home at 1:00 am and I had better not have any alcohol on my breath or I would go right back on restrictions. Daddy avoided hearing about the whole prom conversation, obviously thinking it was a terrible idea to let me go out with some boy in a limousine until the wee hours of the morning, especially since he probably now views me as a horny little slut who needs to be kept under lock and key.

Well, let me tell you there was hell to pay when my date Tom didn’t get me home until 2:30 am, and so tipsy I could barely stand up straight when I walked in. We’d been doing some heavy making out in the car and totally lost track of time until the limo driver interrupted to tell us we’d reached the end of the rental. Tom had been sucking my tits and fingering my dripping wet pussy for hours already by then. I kept my eyes closed the whole time pretending in my mind that it was Daddy, but I would not let him fuck me no matter how many times he asked. And Diyarbakır Escort Bayan he asked plenty, believe me. Poor guy, I felt so sorry for his hard cock and blue balls that I did end up sucking his cock for him and letting him cum on my tits. Tom is such a studious guy that I doubt he’s ever had so much action in his life.

I couldn’t tell Daddy any of that though when I found him sitting up on the couch waiting for me. I was worried that might be the case so I had the limo driver drop me a block from the house, hoping to slip in and not wake anyone. The first thing I saw when I opened the door was Daddy, looking like he was ready to kill someone. He didn’t yell though, instead he did something even more intimidating. He said to me in his normal, deep voice that usually sets my cunt on fire, “Get in your room, you little fucking slut. And don’t let me see your face or hear a peep out of you until I come in there to find you.”

I was devastated! “Little fucking slut”? He had never talked to me in such a degrading manner before, in fact no one had. Also I had never heard him talk that way to anyone ever before, which really broke my heart because I felt like I must be the lowest of the low in his eyes. Daddy had always been the most gentlemanly man I had ever met in my life. Now suddenly, I screw up one time and I’m a slut? Well he can just fuck right off! I yelled “Fuck you Daddy!” and slapped him across the face. No man is going to talk to me like that and get away with it.

Who did I think I was kidding? Daddy was just waiting for any excuse to be rough with me after my bad behavior of the last month and slapping him across the face was all it took to set him off. A part of me was actually half hoping this incident might help him figure out what he’s supposed to do with this sweet round ass of mine prancing around in front of his thirsty eyes all the time. Did he think I couldn’t feel them glued to my growing curves constantly? Did he think I couldn’t see his cock grow stiff with his desire to suck on my tits? I may be young but I am not dumb. I know what all this aggression is about.

I mean honestly, God puts this perfect piece of teenage ass in front of the man and he can’t even get the balls together to walk two steps down the hall from his bedroom and take what is his already? If I had to let another boy suck my tits to get some attention from this man, maybe getting caught would be worth it. If it’s enough to wake Daddy up to the fact that I need his cock and he needs my pussy just as badly, then it was more than worth it. Sometimes men really do not seem to have the sense to listen to that other brain God gave them, the one that hangs so beautifully right in their sac.

Yet Daddy looked so angry at that moment and by that point I was really scared of what he might do to me. Suddenly he grabbed my wrist, twisted it around my back, and then took his other arm and wrapped it tightly around my waist. As angry as I was, this was feeling too good for my body not to stop and take notice. It had been so long since he’d really touched me. I’d missed being so close to him more than I even realized.

Then something funny happened. All of a sudden my back arched without my control, and my ass slammed hard up against his very hard cock. It was the first time I had ever brushed against it, although I had dreamt of that moment so many times by then. Nevertheless, when it happened we froze for a moment, neither of us moving, neither of us breathing, eyes locked in sudden understanding mixed with primal fear. I knew that if Escort Diyarbakır I were to rub him even a centimeter right then, he would rip me in two with that thing right here on the living room floor and not give a damn that mom might walk in and see it. He knew that I knew he was rock hard right now, and he was hard for me and me alone. No one else, dear mommy. Still, fucking his eighteen year old stepdaughter in an angry rage while his wife was asleep down the hall would not be good.

My body must have gone limp in his arms then because I remember a soft moan slipping from my throat and him tensing immediately. He looked away from me and his jaw tightened. He knew that I was past the point of putting up any resistance and the only thing stopping our holy union at that point was him. I was trying to tell him with my eyes, “Daddy, take me to the bed and fuck me right now!” That’s what my body was saying, but I could not find my words. I couldn’t bring myself to say the words even though I had never wanted anything more in my entire life.

He lifted me and walked me down the hall, never releasing his hold on my ass that was hoisted against his manhood, nor my wrist that was pulled tightly behind my back, until we finally got inside my bedroom. Then he put me down and took a quick two steps back, almost like I was radioactive. At that moment though I could feel that my prom dress had hiked so far up my waist that he could see my entire bare ass on display just beneath the hem. I know he wants me and that is all that matters in the world. I slowly turn around, allowing him to take all of me in. My top is torn from the tussle, my hair is a tangled mess, and my left nipple is exposed. Daddy’s eyes rake my body and then locked onto my swollen and dripping vulva. I watched a lustful leer twitch at the corners of his lips.

I don’t know how long we stood there, locked onto each other like that. I know that I watched in slow motion as his cock grew harder and harder, until I could see the tip sticking up out of the top of his pants. I watched as a giant drop of pre-cum slowly rose to the tip of his throbbing meatus. I’d never seen a penis glans so engorged, and by that time in my life I had seen a lot of daddy porn and had made out with a couple of guys. I wanted so badly to reach over and touch it with my finger, then taste it. I knew in my soul that his cum was going to be the best thing I had ever tasted.

I had just lifted my hand to reach for Daddy’s cock when my mother walked in the room and sized up the situation immediately. I thought she was going to kill us both but instead she just smirked and shook her head, grabbed his hand, and said they would talk to me about this incident together tomorrow morning but I should consider myself grounded and the trip to France was definitely off.

Daddy came back to his senses then and tried to shake off the hypnotizing effect my tiny pink nipple and engorged teenager pussy had had on his attention for a minute, although he couldn’t take his eyes off me until she closed the door to her bedroom and broke the trance. I felt bereft. Not because of being punished, I couldn’t give a shit about the trip or being grounded at that point. All I could think about was that I had really and truly finally made my daddy hard and I was this close to licking the tip of his cock when mom walked in. If it had been another thirty seconds, who knows what might have been?

I can tell you one thing: I intend to spend the next two weeks finding out exactly what could have happened between us on the night of my eighteenth birthday if only mom hadn’t so rudely interrupted us. I’m going to make Daddy love me again or I will die trying. He won’t be able to avoid me if it’s just the two of us here, and I’m going to make it impossible for him to stop thinking about me or for his dick to give him a moment’s peace. Au revoir, maman, and bon voyage!

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