Naughty Stepdaughter Ep.15: I fucked my stepdad pretending to be Mom! FULL SCENE

It was a typical lazy Sunday afternoon at the Johnson household. John, the stepdad, was lounging on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV. His wife, Samantha, was puttering around in the kitchen, preparing lunch for the family.

Their stepdaughter, Melissa, was in her room, doing homework. Or so they thought.

Little did they know, Melissa had been eavesdropping on their conversations, picking up on the underlying tension between her stepdad and mom. She had always found John attractive, with his chiseled jawline and broad shoulders. But she never imagined that her feelings were mutual.

As she listened to them argue about household chores, Melissa began to formulate a plan. She waited until her mom left for her weekly book club meeting, then made her move.

Slipping out of her tattered jeans and oversized t-shirt, Melissa dove into her mom’s closet. She rummaged through the hangers, searching for the perfect outfit to entice her stepdad. A tight, low-cut dress caught her eye, and she quickly donned the revealing garment.

tiptoeing out of her room, Melissa made her way to the living room. She found John sprawled out on the couch, a beer in hand and a blank expression on his face. He was clearly bored.

Melissa cleared her throat, gaining his attention. “Hey, Dad,” she purred, striking a seductive pose. “Mom’s not home.”

John’s eyes widened as he took in Melissa’s appearance. The dress hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her ample cleavage and toned legs. “Uh, hey, Melissa,” he stammered, trying to maintain his composure.

“Want to make out?” Melissa asked bluntly, plopping down next to him on the couch.

John hesitated for a moment, his mind racing. He knew this was wrong, but the temptation was too great. “Okay,” he finally said, pulling her close.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, Melissa’s hands roaming over his chest. John groaned as he felt her breasts press against him, his own hands sliding down to grip her ass.

They made out for what felt like hours, clothes slowly being shed as they explored each other’s bodies. John marveled at Melissa’s smooth skin and taut muscles, his fingers dipping between her legs to feel her wetness.

Irv overwhelming desire to fuck his stepdaughter, John picked up Melissa and carried her to the bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed and crawled on top of her, pinning her arms above her head.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” Melissa whimpered, looking up at him with hooded eyes.

John obliged, burying himself inside her tight pussy with a grunt. They moved in sync, Melissa’s hips bucking to meet his thrusts. The room was filled with the sounds of their passionate lovemaking, moans and groans filling the air.

Just as John was about to cum, they heard the front door open. Samantha was home early from her book club.

“Shit,” John muttered, quickly withdrawing from Melissa and pulling on his pants. “Get dressed,” he hissed, racing to the bathroom to clean up.

Melissa hurried to put on her old clothes, her heart pounding in her chest. She tiptoed back to her room, her body still tingling from their encounter.

They managed to convince Samantha that they had been sleeping when she got home, but Melissa could barely contain her glee. She had successfully seduced her stepdad, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last time.

Little did Samantha know, her own daughter was plotting to steal her man. Melissa spent the rest of the night fantasizing about their next encounter, already planning her next move.

As she drifted off to sleep, Melissa smiled to herself, knowing that she had won the game of seduction.