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Stepdad wrecks me

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I’ve never been very close to my dad. Not because of any fault of his or anything. We just didn’t really have much to say to one another. Even when I got my first couple tattoos, something I know he is quite fond of, we barely spoke about it. I think he doesn’t want to seem like he’s hovering over me or anything. But I always wished we were closer. And it’s a little strange, I know, but ever since he caught me in my room, things have been better. For one thing, it’s like we have a shared secret. Something that’s just between the two of us. Whenever I come home, I can tell his face lights up and he’s excited to see me. He must know I’m excited to see him because my pants instantly get tighter in the groin! Despite this, though, we haven’t really done anything since. My hole was sore for a while after and he would occasionally check in with me to make sure I was okay with what happened. He would even gently and awkwardly ask if my butt was okay. I would blush and try to tell him I was fine, but I could tell he was nervous. I was a little awkward, too, not really knowing what to do next. I wanted more of him but I didn’t really feel comfortable just coming out and saying it. Everything was complicated and simple pats on the back or hugs seemed charged with anticipation. Was this the moment we’d be together again? Was this a sign? An invitation? Starting from barely talking to now having taken his cock inside me was messing with my head. One night when I was getting ready for bed, I saw him sprawled out on the couch, legs spread in one of his colorful boxer shorts and his white tank top. It was a sight I’d seen many times in my life, but now in the dim-blue glow of the TV, he became something more than just my tired dad. His arms looked big and strong, reminding me of how he wrapped them around me when we made love. His furry legs caught the light, seeming to make him glow. And between his thighs, I could make out the massive bulge of his manhood, hanging heavy and loose. Normally I would either try to wake him up or put a blanket on him, but I found myself in the unique position of being able to sneak a closer look at him. I carefully made my way to him, trying to avoid all the creaky spots on the floor before I got to the couch. From there, I got a face full of his socked foot. Something about the way his socks smelled always got me excited. I never really thought about it as a sexual thing before, more of something like a comfort. It was the smell of my daddy, and I liked it.

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