My Stepdaughter is a Woman now

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“Feel good” I asked?

“Yes, thank you! I have been waiting all day for this!” she said.

“We need to get you one of those massage pillows for Christmas or something. The mechanical ones or whatever.” I tell her.

“Nah, this is fine!” she said, pretty much ending that conversation.

After maybe a half a minute of silently massaging her back and shoulders, just sort of staring at the TV show that was on (this show I recognized, it was Catfish) I heard a soft moan, followed by an “aaaahh”.

“Feels good,” she whispered. “mmmmmmmhmmmm. Yes.”

My mind immediately went THERE, from nice evening cuddling to, “Oh, those are her sex sounds!” My body became acutely aware of her head’s proximity to my manhood, as well as what seemed a tightening of her grip on my inner thigh. I could feel a rising movement with each new groan and sigh.

She lifted her head up, and her hands fluffed the pillow, before placing it back down in the same spot. I could have sworn that her eyes were not looking at the pillow, but just a few inches past it, as if checking my reaction. “Will you use both hands? It feels so good, my back was really tight,” she said in that same pouty voice as before.

“Sure,” I reply. This required a bit of a body turn on my part, so that she was laying a bit on my inner thigh now, not the top, and moving her left hand just an inch or so from my growing member. Any more, and it might poke her. I focus my thoughts as best I can on her back, but that just brings back the “Oh! Yes, right there. Yes. Mmmm. Ahhhhhh” noises that had started me down the wrong path before. Being slightly less inhibited than normal due to the beers, I let my cock grow as I focused on her sounds and her body, touching her back, caressing her arms, rubbing gently on the back of her neck, letting my hands and her body have that connection.

My breath was short, I could feel the flush of excitement of the unknown, the forbidden fruit. My penis was full, and it had nowhere to go, and I could feel it press against the back of her hand. I didn’t pull away, I just let it happen. There was a slight hesitation in her voice when it pressed against her the first time, and then a long “mmmmmm”. Without seeing her face, I could see a smile was forming. She moved slightly, readjusting her head against the pillow, which pressed her hand even more against my manhood. I felt her right hand moving ever so slightly back and forth, her thumb so close to my shaft, I know she could feel the heat emanating from it. Her index finger was just an inch or two away from my balls as she flexed those fingers ever closer. I felt her body tense up, and saw her cross her legs a little as she put her head into the pillow harder. She let out a long, loud breath, and her whole body just relaxed.

Her hands stopped moving, but my cock did not subside. I was unsure what just happened. I know what I THINK happened, but did I imagine that? After a second, she pushed herself up, her one hand on my thigh pushing me down as she rose up, which shifted my hard cock against her other hand. The other hand moved down and then up to match so that the back of her hand went down to the base, and then all the way up the shaft slowly as she sat up. There was no way that she didn’t feel that, but she made no reaction.

“Thanks for the backrub, daddy! I really liked it!” She beamed, and then quickly, leaned in a gave me a peck on the cheek. “Well, I’m going to bed now, lots to do tomorrow!” and she got up and walked away. “Not me!” I replied, “just sit around, maybe do laundry!” as I watched her short legs and round ass sway in her shorts. “OK, goodnight, daddy!” she turned one last time and smiled back at me.

As she turned into the hallway out of sight, if she had any hearing at all, she would have heard the “ZZZZZZIPPP” of my pants freeing my hard dick. I grabbed the afghan with one hand for cover, and reached into my shorts with the other. Not that I needed the cover. My pants were barely around my ankles before I was stroking at full speed. Less than 10 seconds later and I was erupting ropes of my creamy load all over my shirt and hand. A few moments later, I hear her bedroom door close.

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