The Erotic Kin - Master Collection (The Erotic Kin Master Collection)

by Valerie J Aurora

  I am Richard, a forty-six-year-old attorney who looks much better in clothes than out of them. However, a few months ago I married my second wife, a thirty-nine-year-old blonde, Amanda, who stands five-foot-six and has two kids – eighteen-year-old daughter Meredith and fourteen-year-old daughter Courtney. Amanda does not have the body that shows two kids – she has long legs, a slender twenty-six-inch waist and size thirty-two breasts that I just love. And she has been amazing in bed, too – always a nice benefit to help me feel younger – so that she is constantly thought to be in her twenties. I think of her as my trophy wife! But don’t tell her I said that.

  I met Amanda five years ago and was smitten from the start. It took a while, in fact, for me to meet her daughters – I didn’t know she was married before or that she even had kids until I had dated her about a year. But I found Meredith and Courtney to be very smart, sweet and civic-minded. Amanda was doing a great job raising her daughters, despite being a single mom since Courtney was just three years old. The two daughters were like their mom in that they were kind of “nerdy,” both big bookworms who wore glasses. But, one day I would find that at least one of them was selling herself short as a feminine figure.

  I came home from work this one day and immediately stepped into the house, calling out, “Hello, I’m home,” and I would hear, “In here, honey.” My lovely wife was sitting on the sofa in the living room, in a familiar position – her nose in a book. She had thin-rimmed glasses and today was wearing a tight white T-shirt and tight straight-leg jeans. She was lounging on the sofa, leaning on an elbow on the armrest, her legs lying across the sofa, knees bent at a thirty-degree angle and her sexy bare feet showing.

  I slowly walked into the living room, got on my knees and gently sucked and kissed Amanda’s toes. I looked up at her, and she didn’t lift her eyes from the book but she did smile broadly, then giggled.

  “Hello, sexy,” I said, moving up to kiss her.

  “Hey yourself,” Amanda said, pulling me by the chin into her and we kissed on the lips.

  “How was work?” she asked.

  “Work,” I said.

  “Well, hopefully you haven’t worked too hard,” she said, putting the book down. “Because I feel like there might be some more work for you to do tonight.” She smiled and sighed. I knew what that meant; she was ready to try getting pregnant and having my child. We had this discussion recently, though I had essentially been trying all along for the last several months. I had a thirteen-year-old son from my first marriage, but he died in a car crash three years ago, and I told Amanda when we were dating that I felt it was important for me to have more children.

  “Well, after one of your delicious meals, I think I will have the energy to go to bed early with you and do whatever work you want me to do,” I smiled, kissing her deeply, then lowered my voice in case her daughters were nearby. “Are you sure about this?”

  Amanda looked at me with her bright chocolate eyes. “I’ve only been more sure of one thing in my life, and that was saying ‘I do’ to you,” she said. “I am ready, and it makes me very horny thinking about it.”

  I kissed her deeply again. “Good thing it’s Friday; we can take as long as we need to tonight,” She smiled and winked.

  “I’m going to hold you to that, lover,” she said.

  “What’s up with the girls?” I asked, trying to keep myself from staying on that topic and mounting her right then and there.

  “Courtney is at softball practice, and Meredith said she had a lot of homework to do upstairs,” Amanda said. “I’ll get started on dinner and call you down in a while.”

  “Great,” I said, kissing her on the lips again before walking up the stairs to our bedroom. As I got halfway up the stairs, I saw a small stack of school books sitting on a step near the top of the staircase. They looked like Meredith’s.

  Hmmm, seems to me that these books would be important to complete a bunch of homework, I thought. This is not a place to store books. She knows she has a desk for this. I rolled my eyes and continued up the stairs.

  I got to the top of the stairs and was passing Meredith’s bedroom door on my way to the master bedroom. Meredith’s door was cracked open about four inches. From this vantage point, one could see Meredith sitting at her desk like she always would when she was doing homework. I did see her Apple desktop computer was on and something was happening. It appeared to be some sort of video streaming. Curiosity getting the better of me, I got a little closer to the door and slowly pushed it open ever so slightly.

  Just as I was about to call Meredith’s name, I saw her foot at the edge of the bed. It looked very much like her mom’s foot, and it was positioned as if Meredith was laying on her back and not her stomach, as would be expected when doing homework. Now that I knew Meredith was on her bed, I moved my head to get a better view of her room and what she was doing. I inched the door open a little more and turned my head so my temple leaned against the doorjamb. I saw dark red curtains on the window, a medium-blue paint job on the walls, a maple desk and saw a dark red comforter on the bed. And I saw Meredith lying on the comforter – like I hadn’t seen her before.

  She had her head propped up on a couple of yellow throw pillows. Her head was pointed toward her computer screen like she was watching something. But also, I saw her white T-shirt pulled up just under her chest, exposing a flat, bare midriff. Her glasses were off and sitting on her nightstand, her dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. I also saw Meredith’s hands inside her jeans. The jeans were unfastened, and it appeared that she had one hand holding her white panties away from her body, with the other hand appearing to move in a circular motion inside her pants. I then watched as she arched her back slightly and put her head back and breathed heavily, making her breasts heave.

  Now, Meredith was five-foot-seven and had a cute body and was smart, but although she was eighteen, I had never really thought of her as a woman – until now, watching her playing with herself. I turned my eyes momentarily away from Meredith’s surprisingly beautiful body to see what was on the computer screen.

  Let’s just say, I never knew she had a boyfriend before. At least, someone who acted like a boyfriend would act when he was alone on a webcam with a girl.

  I saw Skype was on, which meant Meredith was projecting into the webcam perched on top of her computer monitor. Her body was on one side of the screen, and on the other side I saw the torso and genitals of a guy, whose face was out of camera range. The guy was on camera, using his right hand to manipulate himself, which was pointing straight out from his body, framed by a thick mane of hair and seemed to be at least eight inches long with a light purple head. Then I heard from the computer a guy’s voice, “Oh Mary, you look so hot. I’m getting so turned on.”

  Then I heard Meredith say, “Oh baby, you look so big. I can almost feel you in me.” I then turned my head just in time to see her moan, roll her eyes back into her head and bite her lower lip as he rubbed herself in a circular motion.

  “Now I want to see you naked,” said the male voice.

  Meredith sat up in bed, facing the camera. She pulled her T-shirt up over her head, dropping the shirt on the floor. She then unhooked her lacy white, size thirty-two bra from the front, pulled the straps off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. She then rubbed her chest and pinched her bright pink nipples.

  “Do you like this?” Meredith asked the male voice.

  “Oh yeah,” said the voice. “As a stepdaughter, you are very bad. As your stepdad, I will have to punish you.”

  Stepdad? I thought, shocked, but also suddenly quite aroused.

  “Oh, stepdad, I want you to punish me with your big stick,” Meredith said breathily.

  I looked to the screen and I saw the guy manipulating his length at a faster pace.

  “Am I as big as you think your stepdad is?” the male voice asked. Meredith said “oh yes,” as she stood up and started taking off her jeans and panties. She turned around to put her butt in the c
amera’s field of view and bent over at the waist, moving her hips slowly from side to side as she pulled her jeans over her hips, exposing a round, athletic-looking butt that I hadn’t noticed before. As her jeans and panties fell to the floor, I had to adjust myself, as the crotch of my work slacks had suddenly felt a little tight.

  I better save this for Amanda later, I thought. But then, the next thought: To hell with it.

  “Oh Meredith, that is sooo hot,” said the male voice. “I want you myself, never mind your stepdad.”

  “Thank you, Jacob, but keep playing along,” Meredith said as she lay back down on the bed and resumed her self-ministration. The male voice asked her to spread her legs a little more to show more of her triangle, and she obliged by turning her body slightly and dropping one leg off the bed. She slid her hand entirely over her triangle of hair, then started running a couple fingers over her slit, then moved them in a circular motion over her pink lips, which looked already puffy.

  “Are you getting ready for me, my Meredith?” said the male voice, in a deeper tone.

  “Oh yes, stepfather Richard,” she breathed, her breasts spasming as her tummy twitched with bolts of pleasure. “I have wanted you for a couple of years. I have been waiting for you to love me like I want to be loved. I want you to take me, Richard.”

  I watched her intently for a couple more seconds. She rubbed her breasts with one hand and forearm, while she manipulated herself and looked at the computer screen.

  “Oh Richard, you are so big,” she said to the male voice.

  “Ohhhh, I’m going to peak, Meredith,” the male voice said. I looked to the screen and saw the guy stroking his manhood even more vigorously, and his hips started thrusting toward the screen.

  “Oh yes, Richard,” Meredith said. “I want to feel you on my breasts, I want to feel your warmth on me.”

  I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my half-hard manness. I then boldly walked into the room.

  “OK, Meredith,” I said, closing and locking her door. “You got it.”

  She stopped playing and gasped as she opened her eyes and saw me.

  Just then, I heard the male voice moan and Meredith and I looked at the screen while the male voice’s manhood exploded, shooting white cream in the direction of the camera. The male voice moaned and groaned, then said, “Oh goddddd.”

  “Ohmigod,” she said. “Wha-what are you …” She stopped and looked at me, my manhood sticking out of my pants.

  “Do you really feel this way about me?” I asked. She nodded nervously, her eyes darting all over the room as if she was looking for a place to hide.

  “But I’ve only ever thought of it as a fantasy or a crush, because you’re married to my mom!” she said.

  “But sweetie, I don’t want you to imagine, when you can have the real thing!” I said. “Frankly, I thought you were sweet and cute, but I didn’t think of you as a woman until right now.”

  Still shocked, she asked, “How much did you see?”

  “I saw enough,” I said with a smile.

  The male voice heard and said, “Meredith? Are you OK?”

  I then turned to the male voice. “Would you like to see Meredith’s fantasy come true?”

  The male voice said, “Um, uhhh, O-OK.”

  “Then have a seat, because I don’t want to see that thing again,” I said.

  “Yes, sir,” the voice said. I then saw the guy’s face as she sat in front of the camera. It looked like one Meredith’s school friends.

  “Who is that?” I asked.

  “My friend’s older brother, Jake,” she said. “He’s known about my fantasy, and he agreed to do a role play with me. He and I have been doing this for the last couple of weeks.”

  I then stood in just the right place for Jake to see what would happen next. Meredith saw my manhood and touched it. She wrapped her fingers around the base and instinctively slid her lips over my length, sliding her lips and mouth over me as deeply as she could. I was only seven inches long, but I was easily five inches thick, so her small mouth struggled to take me. I looked down at her and she looked up at me. The sight of me inside her mouth was one of the more beautiful sights I’ve ever seen. I felt her tongue wash every inch of my length, her lips squeezed around me. It didn’t take very long, though, before she stopped.

  She bobbed her head on my length for about thirty seconds, alternating sucking on the full length with licking only the underline of me with her tongue, then stopped.

  “Richard, this is not what I want. I want to feel you having sex with me,” she said.

  She lay back on the bed and spread her legs, lifting them up off the bed. I got on the bed, on my knees, slowly stroking myself to keep me as hard as a rod of steel – I was more aroused now than I had ever been with my wife. I started kissing her navel and flat tummy, my hands roughly massaging and squeezing her breasts. Meredith sighed loudly, then looked at the computer screen. She saw her body obscured by my body, her legs up around my waist and my manhood lightly dragging along the bed.

  I then moved up her body, licking the underside of her breasts, then taking one of her breasts in my hand and hungrily sucking her bright pink nipple and flicking my tongue over it before lightly biting it. Meredith first lifted her head to watch me, but then tossed her head back and sighed deeply, her back arching.

  “Ohhhh godddd,” she said, her eyes rolling back into her head.

  “You’re looking real hot, Meredith,” Jake said from the computer.

  I moved my body until it was completely covering Meredith’s. She had her legs up on either side of my waist and I moved my tip at her opening. She gasped and breathed heavily as if in anticipation. I looked in her green eyes, and she looked at me at nodded. I slowly plunged my length inside her, one inch at a time. She moaned and arched her back. I kissed her neck and propped myself up by my arms. I sucked on her ear lobe and bit it lightly as I moved myself until her tight little opening engulfed me. I felt like I was stretching her out as I moved myself slowly into her, my hips thrusting slowly but strongly into my beautiful stepdaughter.

  She moaned. “I can’t believe this,” she said. “It’s my dream come true, and it’s soooo incredible!”

  As she said this, I started moving myself a little faster inside her, feeling her soft lips around each inch of my length, and her warmth and wetness teasing me. The audible light slap of my eggs against Meredith’s butt also moved me toward my mountain. I bent my head down and sucked on Meredith’s undulating breasts, and a bite sent bolts of pleasure through her body, making her moan involuntarily, grab the bed sheets in her fists and moan loudly into a pillow as her head went back. I moved my hips stronger and more forcefully this time, driving my piston deeply into her. Suddenly I felt like I was losing control, as I picked up my pace and responded to each moan through gritted teeth from Meredith. I looked down at her body – she definitely looked like a woman and not a girl, possessing gentle curves from her size thirty-two chest, down to a tiny twenty-four-inch waist, and to her thirty-two-inch hips with athletic but slender legs. She was no longer a “nerd” to me, but was truly a beautiful, sexy woman.

  Looking at her while moving myself in and out of her, made some of my man-fluid well up inside me. Just seconds later, Meredith moaned into her pillow, pulled at the bed sheets and goosebumps appeared all over her body. I felt her body tense up; I knew those signals.

  “Oh godddd, that feels so good, Richard,” Meredith moaned. “Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigodddddddddddd.”

  After a couple more strong thrusts of my thickness, what followed was Meredith trembling under me, her eyes opened wide and she looked into my eyes and yelled. As she yelled, her body released, she broke her gaze upon me, arched her back and gave a long moan into her pillow as she trembled and shook under me. Her shaking caused vibrations around my shaft, which was just the trick for me.

  Just as she was coming down, I pushed myself into her one final time, then gritted my teeth.


  “Nnnnnnnn,” I said.

  “Oh please, Richard,” Meredith said. “Please!”

  I pulled out of her just in time. I moaned and grunted as I finished, my length shooting a long stream of warm juice into the air and landing on Meredith’s shoulder and making a line between her breasts and down to her navel. The next couple of streams hit her chin, each breast and some drops filled her belly button.

  I squeezed myself dry of every drop I could, letting every drop land on her soft, young, ivory skin. Meredith sighed and grinned, then rubbed my milk into her skin, smearing it all over her torso and chest.

  “Oh my god,” she said with an open-mouth smile. “Now that was what sex should feel like, right?”

  “Do you have something to compare?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” she said, admittedly. “That guy. He was my first.”

  I looked to the computer screen. Jake was sitting back in his chair and looked like he has run a mile-long sprint. He had sweat on his forehead, and his manhood looked small and flaccid.

  “Oh my god,” Jake said. “That was hot. I guess there is something to older men.”

  She looked at me and kissed me on the cheek.

  “Thank you for helping me feel like a woman,” she said. “I finally feel my age.”

  “Welcome to womanhood, my dear,” I said. “Should you not feel very womanly in the future …”

  “You’ll be the first one I call,” she said. “Though, I’ll probably need to ask my mom to borrow you.” She winked and smiled.

  This led to a fabulous night of love-making with my wife.

  So much so, it made Amanda ask, “Where in the world get you get all that passion?” This was at four in the morning after I had filled her with my fourth load.

  “I have a passion for womanhood,” I said, peeking to the bedroom door and seeing Meredith looking in. I winked in her direction and saw her smile. She was wearing an old T-shirt as a night shirt, and had a hand inside her pink panties, manipulating herself. She then pursed her lips as if blowing me a kiss.