The air in the room was thick with unspoken desires. I pretended to focus on the oil massage I was giving my stepdaughter, but beneath my fingertips, her skin felt electric. She was barely 18yo, all soft curves and innocent eyes that betrayed a growing curiosity. Her brown hair cascaded over the massage table, framing a face that was both angelic and devilishly tempting.
"Is that too much pressure?" I asked, my voice a low rumble. She shifted slightly, her skinny frame subtly reacting to my touch. "No… it feels good," she whispered, her voice barely audible. I moved lower, kneading the muscles in her lower back, my fingers brushing against the swell of her bubble butt. I could feel her tense.
The massage turned into a desperate encounter. I pushed her onto her hands and knees, the view was too intoxicating. I reached for a condom, then hesitated. This felt like it was meant to be raw, passionate, and real. Fuck it. I'd be careful. I lunged inside of her as she let out a cry. I grabbed her neck gently in a light choking grip as she bucked and moaned. She moaned my name as she shook uncontrollably in a shaking orgasm.
I pulled back, breathless, and watched as she collapsed onto the table, her body still trembling. The weight of what we'd done settled between us, a mixture of guilt, shame, and undeniable pleasure. I knew this would change everything, but in that moment, all I could think about was the feel of her body against mine, the sound of her pleasure, the intoxicating taste of our forbidden love. My cumshot painted the small of her back as she closed her eyes and tried to make sense of what we had done.
This was a dangerous game, a twisted fantasy come to life. But as she turned to me, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire, I knew we were both willing to risk everything for another taste of this forbidden fruit.
