EroticReverie

Kenzie

We don’t have sex. Much to my dismay. After cumming on my step fathers fingers and mouth, and him cumming down my throat. His “post nut clarity” kicks in and he starts beating himself up. To be honest, I do too. 

I know it’s fucked up. Wanting to be close to him. To have what was hers. I was grieving and I knew I was doing it all wrong. The drugs. The alcohol. And now this. Wanting my step father. But he was all I had. Sure I had friends. But no other family. He was it. And I was dying to be closer, to fill the empty part of me , the cavern inside my chest that broke to bits when my mom got sick and completely collapsed when she died.  

I knew he didn’t think so after what we’ve done. But John IS a good man. Him and my mother were what people called “goals”. 

He adored her. Cherished her. Always put her first and unfortunately my ears were witness to just how often they would make love to one another every night. 

We eat dinner in silence. I catch him opening his mouth to speak several times , but nothing comes out and he continues to eat his food as I push mine around with a fork. 

“Do you want to watch a movie?” He asks to my surprise when i start to clear the table. 

“What?” I ask. Pausing with dirty dishes in my hand. 

“We could…watch a movie. I think…I think we just….we’re both lonely. We need to spend time together. Maybe that will…fix things.” He says and I just shrug. 

“Okay” 

—-

After I clean the dishes and John changes into sweats and a t shirt. I change into a pair of pink yoga pants and a hoodie and curl up on the opposite end of the couch as he puts on a movie. 

It’s awkward. Having to pretend that he hasn’t tasted my pussy. That I haven’t tasted his cum.  That my step father and I pleasured each other orally till completion. 

“I miss watching television with her.”

He says and I look to him but he’s watching the tv. 

“I’m sorry I called you by her name” he says and then finally turns his eyes to me and I look down and shrug. 

“It’s fine” I say. Because. It was. He missed her. She was the love of his life. I wasn’t mad. Even though he probably thought I was. 

“It’s not fine” he says and I look back at him and give a little shrug. 

“I don’t regret it.” I say. 

“I know you do. But I don’t.” I add and he sighs. 

“I don’t….” He pauses. “It’s complicated Mackenzie” 

“Yeah. I know.” I say and he gives me apologetic look. 

“Do you think….” I start. “Any part of her would be okay with it?” 

His brows lift. “No. I don’t think so.”

I chew my lip and feel myself blush with a bit of shame for trying to justify screwing my dead mothers husband with my mouth. 

“I know you feel guilty. And I do too. But…god. It felt good. It felt good to not think about how much life sucks for those moments when we were…you know” I say. 

He sighs running a hand through his hair. 

“I know you see her everytime you look at me. And maybe that’s the only reason you want me …” I say and he sighs. 

“And…I know it’s fucked up. But I don’t care. I don’t care that you’re thinking of her when you look at me. I don’t care that you called me by her name” I say. 

“Mackenzie” he says trying to get me to stop talking. 

“I need this.” I say. “I want it. I want to make you feel good. I want to help make it easier on you. And I want you to help me. It’s fucked up. But I want you in all the ways she had you” I say and he just stares at me. 

“It’s not right” he says. 

I shrug. 

“But you want me.” I say. A statement and a question. 

“Mackenzie” he says my name again. 

“Maybe it’s selfish. But it feels good when you touch me. Not just physically. But it feels good in every way.” I say. 

“Maybe it’s a mistake. But if it feels good. If it give us relief , then why not?  We lost her. Both of us. And it’s messed up but it’s also…maybe it could be good. I could take care of you like she did” I say. 

“Mackenzie’s god I-“

“I can do everything she could have, you know I can” I say as I move across the couch and he sighs as I crawl onto his lap. Straddling and picking up his hanging face in my hands and making him look at me. 

“We know it’s wrong…but why should we stop ourselves from what we need and want , when it’s the only thing that makes us feel better?” I ask and he sighs heavily. 

“Youre her daughter Mackenzie, my step daughter. You’re seventeen” he says. 

I bite my lip. 

“I think you like that I’m seventeen” I whisper and his eyes flare and his jaw clenches. 

“It’s okay” I say softy. 

“You deserve to have me making you feel good” I say and kiss the corner of his mouth. 

“You were such a good husband to her” I murmur. 

“You deserve to put your hands and mouth all over my body if it’s what you want John” I whisper and he groans. 

“You’ve earned me, I can be yours” I say and he groans. His hands on my hips. Both of us pushing against each other and grinding. 

“I know you like having a younger version of her…right here in your lap….a version of her willing to give you everything you want…don’t you want to be inside of me?” I whisper and he curses. His hands sliding up my hoodie and right to my breasts and I moan as he grabs them and I kiss him. Locking our lips as I moan and feel his large hands grope and massage my bare chest as I rock in his lap. 

“You want me” I say. 

“So have me” 

“Fuck me John” I whisper on his mouth and he groans. 

“Show me how you fucked her” I moan and bite his lip. 

“I’ll be her…this one time…pretend I’m her”

“Make love to her, use me to make love to her one last time” 

“Mackenzie” he groans. 

“Do it. Take me upstairs to your bed, use me however you want to, pretend I’m your wife”

“I can’t” he growls.

“You can” I assure him. 

“No, I don’t….I can’t because it’s not her I want….it’s you” he groans. 

“I want to fuck you so god damn bad and feel you on my cock Kenzie” he groans and I whimper and kiss him hard. 

“Yes” I hiss against his lips. 

“I’ll never have her again, there’s no point in pretending you’re her…I just…I hate how bad I want to fuck you on her side of the bed and how bad I want you to take her place” he groans. 

“John” I moan excitedly, my selfish heart racing as I grab his face and kiss him hard. 

“I never …I never wanted you like this when she was here” he says as if he’s saying it for his benefit. 

“I know” I say assuring him that I don’t think he has wandering eyes for his step daughter when my mother was still alive. 

“But there was…there was one time” he groans as if he needs to confess. 

“Last summer.” He groans as I reach down and rub him through his sweatpants. Gripping his hard cock and stroking it through his pants. 

“You were wearing that yellow bikini. And you were outside. And you didn’t know anyone was home” he groans. 

“You laid there topless by the pool and I stared the entire time” he groans. 

“You looked so fucking beautiful” he groans and kiss him. 

“Did you want to fuck me?” I ask with a moan. 

“God. Yes” he growls. 

“John” I moan and then we’re stripping each other naked. Kissing and a messy of sloppy kisses and clashing teeth as we get naked and he carries me to his bedroom. Their bedroom and lays me on the bed. 

I always knew how attractive my step father was. It wasn’t lost on me that my mother had found the perfect husband. And even if I may have pictured what it must be like for her when she was intimate with him, I never imagined I’d find out. I never was devious enough to seduce him, I didn’t even have an urge to. 

“Your tits are so fucking perfect and I couldn’t stop staring Mackenzie”

“I hated how hard you made me”

“How I jerked off at the window watching you just fuckin lay there”

His hands push my legs open and he groans and looks down at my pussy. 

“I hate how bad you made me want you”

“Hated being a terrible fucking husband watching my wife’s daughter sun bathe with her gorgeous tits out for me to see”

“John” I moan as he lean forward. Hovering and his cock is pressed against my cunt and it’s gonna happen and my body is writhing. 

“Fuck me” I cry softly. Desperately. 

“Show me how you would’ve fucked me that day of it weren’t for her” 

“Fuck. Mackenzie. This is so bad. I want you so bad baby” he groans and I whimper. 

“I’ll lay out there topless for you everyday, you can always look at me, I’m yours , you can have me”

“Baby” he groans. 

“Take what you want from me”

“Start over…make me yours”