I tiptoed down the hall, stalking the moaning sound until I came to Amy’s room. The door was partially open, allowing me a view of Amy lying naked on her bed. Her legs were spread with her left hand between her thighs. While I couldn’t see what she was doing to herself, her gyrating motions and purred delight left me no doubt. But what surprised me even more was that Amy had my jogging shorts in her right hand. I barely held back a gasp when I realized my shorts were inside out…and that my stepdaughter was sniffing the crotch of my shorts! “Oh, Mom,” she whispered to herself. “I love the way you smell when you don’t wear panties. Mmmm,” she moaned as she slipped my shorts on. “I just wish I knew that you didn’t wear panties just for me.”
With that, Amy began rubbing herself through my shorts. I bit my lip and tried to turn away, but the whole scene was so frightening and flattering and enticing all at the same time. I thought back to all the times I had trouble finding my panties or my shorts. Is this where they had gone? And what about all the times I had been pantiless around my stepdaughter? Had that only fueled her lustful obsession? Oh, no! I wasn’t wearing any panties right now…which embarrassed me as I felt a small signal of my arousal slide against the fabric of my jeans.
My eyes refused to look away as Amy ground my shorts into her mound, her right hand now caressing and rolling her breasts, then digging into the bed as she climaxed. “Yes, Mom, love me. Love me, Mommy,” she panted as her orgasm slowly died. I heard myself moan as well and looked down to find I’d been rubbing my jeans into my mound. I stopped instantly, freezing. What if Amy heard me? |