Princely Passions

The silence is stretching out and I’m starting to think I need to just say something blatantly obvious to change the subject (“So what do you think about the Mets this year?”) when she finally whispers with a shrug, staring at the table top, “Menage.” My heart stops. My breathing stops. I’m just staring at her in shock.

No

Fucking

Way

You know that saying, “Like mother like daughter”? Well, I’m starting to think that this isn’t at all true with Mary and Daphne. The more I spend time with Daphne the Adult, the more I am starting to realize that she isn’t a damn thing like her momma, Ms. Missionary Style Only And Only With The Lights Off.

And my dick is a lot happier with Daphne the Adult’s way of looking at the world, that’s for damn sure. It’s busy asking me what else I think I could talk Daphne into doing, but I can’t terrify her.

She’s also waiting for me to speak, and I realize with a flash of panic that I’ve stayed quiet for way too long. She probably thinks I’m judging her, which couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“You and two guys, or you and a girl and a guy?” I ask casually, holding my breath for her answer. Maybe she’s more like her mom than she wants to admit.

“Well, it started out with me and two guys,” she says with a wry chuckle, “but it ended with two guys and no me. I went into the bathroom and when I came out, my boyfriend of five years was getting it up the ass by the guy we’d found on Craigslist. I came down here to get drunk. It seemed like the appropriate response.”

She waves down a waiter to get a refill of her drink and then turns back to me. “Seems like we both struck out tonight.”

“I’d say so. But things were never serious between Heather and me. I told her that from the beginning. She … chose to ignore that warning. But honey, to date a guy for five years … that’s rough.” I reach across the table and pick up her hand in mine, squeezing it consolingly.

Except…

She’s not breathing and I’m not breathing, and we’re just staring at each other. Electric sparks are shooting up my arm from our clasped hands, and straight dow

n to my dick. I can’t be turned on by my stepdaughter, right?

Right?

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Daphne

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

I know I’m not supposed to be making googly eyes at my stepdad. I get that. It’s true.

But, would you mind telling my pussy that? ‘Cause oh God, does it want his dick right now. Hard and fast and on this table if at all possible. He’s holding my hand, dragging the thumb across my knuckles as he looks at me and I’m just not even breathing ‘cause

Ho

Ly

Fuck

That’s it. Decision is made. I’m gonna do it. Hell, today is my 26th birthday, right? And doesn’t that mean that I deserve a little fun? I think it does.

“Hey, I need to use the restroom,” I say with a smile, sliding out of my seat, hoping that my panties haven’t started sticking to the back of my skirt from all of the pussy juice flowing out of me right now. Really, this is ridiculous. In a fucking amazing sort of way. I try to hold back my excited-and-totally-nervous laugh as I lie and say, “I’ll be right back.”

I sling my purse over my shoulder, and, holding the new cosmo delivered by the waiter, head out of the bar. Instead of taking a right to the bathroom, though, I hang a left and head up to the front desk of the hotel.

“A king for the night, please,” I say, sliding my credit card out of my wallet.

After the hotel employee has me fill out the paperwork and sign the receipt, I say as casually as I can, “Oh hey, can I have two keycards?”