Stepmom and stepdaughter fisting Why? Why wasn’t I feeling hurt? I should be, shouldn’t I? I thought about it and then came to rationalize my true feelings for her were not of love, but lust and want.
So, what do I do now? Do I tell her this? Do I expose what I saw? My mind was all over the place!
“Oh, yes! Yes, Daddy! I’m coming! I’m coming!” I heard coming from inside.
Stepmom and stepdaughter fisting Well, hearing that only got me more pissed; and in my state of mind, I eased back up and snapped a quick photo with my phone of her father now standing next to the bed while she was bent over it getting her pussy nicely fucked. I have to say the expression on both of their faces clearly showed how they were climaxing right at the moment.
I started to walk away, still feeling pissed. Not because of what they were doing, but because I was no better off than before, since it was apparent I was the only one in this relationship that was suffering from not getting laid.
Stepmom and stepdaughter fisting I was just about at my front door when I decided to give her a call, and of course, the phone went right to voice mail, so I said, “Hey Melody, I decided to surprise you and maybe have a little fun, but I didn’t want to wait around for your dad to finish fucking you, so I left. Oh, and by the way, I think it’s obvious it’s over with us, so no need calling back; bye!”
Stepmom and stepdaughter fisting It wasn’t until I walked inside the house and saw my mother’s astonishing appearance that I realized I had snuck outside originally.
Oh shit! I thought when my mom said, “You went outside? Where did you go?”
I sighed when I thought, Fuck it, and said, “I went over to Melody’s.”
Stepmom and stepdaughter fisting Mom’s face went red when she stomped her foot and yelled, “I told you that you couldn’t go and do that!”
