!!WARNING!! This short story contains graphic sexual acts such as anal, rough oral sex, and more.
After a late night of drinking, Sarah's step-dad gets into the wrong bed. Sarah likes older men. You do the math. More
Sarah was on the verge of having the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced, riding her Dad. Well, actually it was her step-dad, but he always preferred if she called him “Daddy.” He felt some kind of power being called Daddy, and she didn’t mind. She now thought back to when this all started -- how she got into this mess.
Sarah’s step-dad had been with her mother for a few years now. It was enough time to have a toddler running around, but for whatever reason, her step-dad didn’t want kids. His name was Tom, and Sarah’s mom often thought he was a real piece of work. He would come home late many nights even though her mom knew his work at the factory was done at 6pm. What could she do, though? She had no proof and had bills to pay. He was the sugar daddy, and for the time being, her mom had to live with that.
Just because Tom seemed like a deadbeat to Sarah’s mom didn’t mean that Sarah felt the same way. She had always been interested in older guys, especially ones with power.
Tom worked hard, and Sarah’s mom treated him like crap. To get back at her, he would harmlessly spend his nights drinking instead of listening to his wife bitch. For the most part, he was a happy man; Sarah’s mom just occasionally drove him a little bit crazy.
Sarah, on the other hand, was very well liked by Tom. She was a good kid and thought she looked like a younger version of her mother. He would never dare say that out loud though.
Tom spent his nights either working at the local gym, or going to the bar. He was your typical New Jersey beefcake. He had the perfect tan with muscles to match. He always wore a tank-top that was too small for him and spoke to people like he knew it all.
He frequently got drunk at bars after work with no concern to his family. He, in fact, was not cheating on Sarah’s mom, but the neglect was enough to make her mom worry.
One night, Tom came home from the bar completely plastered. Sarah and her mother were already sound asleep. Tom walked into the bedroom and got into bed. Little did he know that he was actually in Sarah’s room instead of his own. Sarah sleeps in striped white and pink panties and one of Tom’s old T-shirts. Her small frame makes it look like the T-shirt is eating her up. Her mom wears similar things to sleep, so what’s the difference to Tom?