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Me and my step daughter,and my wife and my son, it sort of evolved sort or, but we are are all consenting adults
Step Foursome

1980s London

My step daughter Abigale was like a younger version of her mother Annie. Nineteen years old, all tits and legs, brown eyes, long peroxide blonde hair, bursting with life and hormones. She wore the shortest shorts and tightest T shirts she could squeeze into and was shall we say very popular with the boys.

She was gloriously self centred like many beautiful young ladies, the fact Annie had walked out on me six months previously hadn’t phased her in the least, she just carried right on using my house as a hotel, me as her personal taxi service and my son Julian, Jules, as a door mat.

Jules was a good lad. Quiet, hard working, Six feet two, athletic, a year or so older than Abbie, he tried to be close to her but somehow she didn’t want him around. She wanted all the benefits of our life style but ideally without us.

They entered into one sided banter when ever they met.

“Hi Abbie,” Justin typically greeted her.

“Yeah what ever, loser,” she would reply, or wanker or virgin depending how vindictive she felt.

Justin appeared to take it in good heart. We had a live in cook / housekeeper so Annie’s departure was not catastrophic to our daily lives but it was distinctly odd to have ones step daughter at home without her mother.

The general perception was that I must be sleeping with Abbie now Annie was gone. Some hopes, everyone else in North London seemed to be but not Justin or I.

It came to a head one afternoon. Abbie had set Justin up. She had got tired of him asking her to get him a date with one of her friends. Not one specific friend, any one would do, he just wanted to get laid.

So she set him up. Her friend was gay, he tentatively tried to touch her, she slapped his face, called him a pervert and basically humiliated him.

He was not happy, “What on earth is the matter?” I asked when he returned home, about an hour and a half after leaving. Massive disappointment was etched on his face.

“Abbie got me a date, it was a disaster.” he said.

“Her idea of a joke,” I suggested, “Oh well, game of Chess.”

“No he’ll be off for a wank,” Abbie announced as she flounced past, “Serves you right for being a perv.”

“Look Madam you’re the guest here,” I reminded her.

“Yeah so what?” Abbie said, “I’ll tell Mom you been hitting on me again.”

“Be my guest, maybe you could move in with her?” I queried.

She rang her mom. Annie was round in minutes.

“What have you done now Angus?” she demanded, “Poor Abbie is upset.”

Annie and I had never actually been married, she just behaved like we had, she still drove my Mini car.

“Good evening my dear, and how are you, I do hope you are well,” I sneered.

“I am supposed to dining with Sir Iain this evening so this better be something serious” Annie sighed. She probably was on a dinner date. She must have soaked her little black dress in Chane perfume overnight, it was overpowering, and it had those pheromones' which give you a hard on.

“Dad and Jules keep perving and hitting on me Mom,” Abbie lied.

“Right, Julian, Mr Ice man, Mr Virgin, keeps hitting on you? really?” Annie sighed, “You’re just pissed because he doesn’t.”

“Hey, that’s not fair,” Abbie replied.

“Well that’s life hon,” Annie explained, “You want a nice life you have to spread your legs and think of England every now and again, just block out reality and let them do it, like I did with Angus.”

“You think I should fuck Daddy to say thanks for letting me live here?” Abbie said, “Ok, why not he’s fit.”

“Abbie,” I exclaimed.

She was wearing really short shorts, she pushed the crotch aside to show her freshly plucked or shaved pussy.

“Oh my god,” Justin gasped.

“Not for you pervert, it’s for Daddy, do you want to fuck me Daddy,” Abbie asked.

“Of course he does. he’s a man,” Annie replied, “You are a man still I trust?” she asked pointedly.

“A gentleman,” I replied.

Annie grinned “Then behave like a gentleman, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, remember.”

“Come on, you know you want to,” Abbie taunted as she played with her pussy lips.

“Go on, you know you want to, just drop your pants and fuck her right there on the sofa.” Annie laughed.

It was the perfume that did it, I just needed it so badly, I was as stiff as iron, I just dropped my pants and knelt between Abbie’s knees and thrust my cock deep inside her.

“See it wasn’t difficult was it,” Abbie laughed as she sat fully dressed as I fucked her with Jules and her mom looking on. It didn’t feel awkward at all really.

Annie was laughing, “Poor Jules, Daddy’s fucking your crush honey, you want to fuck mummy, do you?” she pulled her little black dress up and her pantyhose down and right off one leg. A quick rub of her pussy and she was all ready. “Want to fuck mummy do you, you sad pervert.”

“Of course he does you cruel bitch, he’s a bloody virgin,” I replied between thrusts.

“No I’m not,” he lied as Annie undid his pants and extracted his cock. She sat on the couch beside Abbie and sort of led Jules by his cock until he was able to kneel down beside me and with little encouragement press his member into her sopping puss.

“That’s very nice Jules, now waggle it about a bit, do something,” Abbie insisted.

I was just starting to really get into it when Annie announced, “Swapsies!”

“What?” I demanded,

“Change ends, change partners chop chop.” well you couldn’t ignore her could you?

I pulled out of Abbie and looked round.

“Oh mother you cow, Jules has gone soft,” Abbie scolded.

“He’ll soon get hard again,” she said, “Angus go and get the cock rings I bought you as a joke that time.”

“What?” I asked.

“In the junk box in your sock drawer.” Annie replied, “At least it used to be.” I somehow dragged my pants up and staggered upstairs to find the box. Cuff links buttons all sorts of junk and yes a set of cock rings. I took the whole box, she could sort it out.

Poor Jules, he was completely naked, I think he had tried to escape, he didn’t look too happy.

Annie rummaged through the box and extracted the cock rings, even she hadn’t really worked out how they fitted but with one round the base of his cock and another round his balls Annie gave his knob end a quick suck and his cock was rapidly back ready for action.

Abbie lay back and Jules sank his cock into her.

“Come on Tiger,” Annie said as she dragged my pants off me yet again, “I need a real man.”

A nice warm moist cunt pouting invitingly, Well it wouldn’t have been polite to refuse would it? Even if the owner is a cold hearted, self centred, manipulative bitch.

“Coming dear,” I said sarcastically as I once again resumed the position and started to pleasure her. To be honest it was hard to tell the difference between mother and daughter, mother was perhaps a tad fatter but it was marginal, the only real difference was the amount of Chanel perfume one had to breathe in.

I looked across, Jules and Abbie had finally got the hang of the cock ring and screwing in general and had forsaken the settee in favour of doing it against the door post, Abbie having wrapped her legs around Jules’ waist as her feet wouldn’t have reached the floor anyway.

It seemed a very pleasant way to spend the evening, then doubts crept in, “Why exactly did you come?” I asked.

“I haven’t yet,” Annie replied, “Come on put some energy into it, I could have gone out with Iain if I just wanted a fumble.”

“Like this,” I queried, as I really pounded into her, my balls slapping against her crotch.

“Yes, yes harder that’s fucking it, just hold me,” she said and I started to shoot my load. She could always sense when |I was about to let fly. Usually she pushed me off, something odd was going on.

“You will be telling me you love me next,” I suggested as I held her, “You stink like a tarts boudoir, it’s like screwing a whore” I said pleasantly.

“No it’s not I didn’t make you wear a condom did I,” she pointed out, “You can’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it and I’ve got all your nasty spermie wormies in my pussy haven’t I.”

“Oh that old chestnut again,” I countered, as my cock shrank. “You’re past it Annie, admit it.”

She thought a moment “Well it’s bloody embarrassing when people think my ex has chucked me out in favour of my daughter, even Iain wants to meet Abbie now, it’s not funny.”

“So you think sex with me is the answer?” I asked.

“Not you, Jules,” she said, “But he shot his load far too soon, and.”

“Oh my lord, you are impossible,” I sighed, “Do we need to worry who else's spermy wormies have been up you recently?”

“No such luck,” she said. “How about we make a foursome a regular event?”

“No way, we can’t keep up with those two,” I pointed out, “How about a coffee and watch tv for a bit?”

“I’ll take a shower and get rid of the scent,” she said.

“And wash that dress,” I added. Oh she did, straight in the washing machine, so she had nothing to wear to go home. Manipulative or what.

She was still in the shower when Abbie came to find me, “Daddy, will you fuck me up the ass while Jules does my Puss? its my favourite.”

“Only if your mother agrees,” I explained and she’ll probably want us to do it to her first.”

“That is gross!” said Abbie.

Talk about double standards.
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