Falling for My Dirty Uncle

"What do you want to know?" she grins. "There's cameras and there's sex." She's testing me. Teasing me? "I don't need to explain to you what I used to do in front of a webcam, do I?"

"Maybe," I smile. The truth is, I want to hear every fucking detail.

"Well, sometimes" she grins, leaning into me with her tits, "I would use toys, and I'd fuck myself for hours."

"Hours?" I ask in disbelief.

"That's right," she confirms.

At this point, I have no idea if she's just trying to raise my blood pressure, but it's working. My cock is fucking harder than it's been all day.

"And what else?" I ask, pressing her further. Her tits look good enough to eat. I try not to stare, but honestly, they look tastier than anything on the Boathouse menu.

"You do realize that I'm your stepdaughter, right?" she teases with a smile.

Fuck, the way she says that makes my cock leap even more.

"Yeah, and?" I ask. And the truth is, I don't care. It fucking turns me on more.

"One time, in my early days, my Internet went out mid session, so I had a cable guy come out to see what the problem was. Within a few minutes, he had it turned on and as my screen went live again, I had an idea. I asked all of the men viewing if they wanted me to ask the service guy if he'd fuck me."

"And did you do it?" I ask, eager to know how the story pans out.

"I did. I started the bid at $1,000 and before I knew it, it was at $2,000, so I asked the technician to come in my room. I was nervous, of course—I had never done anything like that before, and I revealed what I was doing. Without a second's hesitation, he agreed, and before I knew it, I had his cock in my hands."

"Was it big?"

"I think what you're really asking," she says, sliding her hand up my leg and within inches of my own cock, "is if it was bigger than your cock."

I stare at her for a moment, our eyes locked. "And was it?" It's a question but it tumbles out of my mouth like a dare.

"I think we should go find out," she grins.

In no time, we find ourselves back in the car, riding toward my fucking place, Gracie Mansion, and I can hardly contain myself. I lean into Amy and brush my lips against her ear. Then, I move closer to her mouth and bring my lips to hers. She exhales sharply, like she's been waiting for this moment all night, and I bring one hand to her hair and grabbing it, I pull her head back and kiss her deeper than I've ever fucking kissed a woman before.

I hear my driver cough, "Ahem, excuse me sir, but we're here."

As we step out of the car, Amy looks up at Gracie Mansion. "My, what a big …" and she looks down at the outline of my cock in my pants and back up at the house, and continues with a grin, "house you have."

"One of the perks of being mayor," I smile. "Would you like a tour?"

"I'd like more than just a tour of your mansion," she purrs, and I can feel desire coursing through my veins.

"I can make that happen," I smile back.

Amy

Sometimes a kiss is just a kiss, but sometimes … it’s something else.

The moment my lips touch Parker’s lips, I know I’m in for a wild ride. My heart is thumping fast and my mind is wired up, tapping into some inner well of pleasure. I feel the world around me fade away, and all labels vanish into thin air; forget all about stepfathers and stepdaughters, this is about a man and a woman.

I pull back from his kiss and, looking into his eyes, I feel two inevitable words making their way up my throat. I open my mouth and desire speaks through me, the words like rolling thunder.

"Fuck me," I whisper, my heart feeling like a hand grenade.

"I thought a sweet girl like you didn’t know how to use words like that," he says, teasing me as his lips curl into an eager grin.

"Oh, you have no idea how sweet I am. You haven’t even had a taste," I shoot back, holding my breath as I take my hand and press it against his crotch. His eyes widen as he feels my touch, and I waste no time; I curl my fingers around his cock, tightening my grip on the growing shape under his pants.