The stone family Tape 3: waiting up

I can’t believe how well things have turned out between me and my stepdad. Sometimes it feels like a dream. When my mom first told me that she was getting married, I thought I was in a nightmare. I mean, it’s not like I expected her to be single forever. Part of me was glad that she had gotten over my dad’s death enough to even date. So, yeah, I was cool with that.

I didn’t even mind her sleeping with her boyfriends. Well, nobody wants to think about their parents having sex, but they are people, too. They have needs. I don’t know. I just didn’t expect her to get married. It’s not like I thought she was betraying my dad’s memory or something. I think he would want her to be happy. I just didn’t think I was ready for somebody else living in our house. Especially someone that I was supposed to treat like a father.

I had only just told them that I felt like I was trans. He was the one that was really supportive. My mom wasn’t, like, judgemental or anything, but I think inside she was going to miss having a daughter. I don’t know. My dad was gone and my mom and I were both hurting so badly. She put her feelings aside and really supported me, though.

Being trans at that age is tough enough, but still, I got through it, and transitioned, and my mom stood by me. Then, just when I was starting to think I was figuring out who I was and getting used to my new body, I found out there’s a strange man moving into our house and mom expected me to call him dad. He told me that we shouldn’t upset her but, when she wasn’t around, I could just call him Mr. Stone, or even just “hey Mister” if I didn’t feel comfortable calling him dad.

That was nice, but I still didn’t really trust him. I understood that my mom loved him. He was nice enough, I guess. It’s just that I didn’t choose him. He was just dumped on me. Everything changed after he caught me in the basement. I was taking sexy selfies; I didn’t have plans to do anything with them, yet.

I can’t describe what I felt when I looked up and he was standing there. Panic? Embarrassment? Fear? I couldn’t read the look on his face. At least he didn’t yell at me. He just mumbled an apology and went upstairs. The next morning, he said he wouldn’t tell my mother, and told me he was just concerned about me putting myself out there on the internet and getting hurt. I could tell that he was serious. He really cared.

Something changed inside of me. Suddenly I felt like I had a dad, again, and I realized how much I missed that. I also realized that he’s a very handsome man. A hunk, really! I see why my mom fell in love with him. I didn’t expect what happened next, though. Neither of us did, but it just happened. He’s been fucking me since.

It’s sort of ironic and I feel guilty saying it, but it’s convenient, now that dad is around, she feels comfortable spending more time working than ever. I would think now that she has a man in her life, she would want to work less, not more. She loves her job, though, and I’m not complaining. I’m not trying to steal him from her but, if she’s not around to take care of his needs, I am.

She has been out of town the past few days, again, and I know dad has been working really hard, too. Yesterday, he finally presented the big project that he’s been working on and then there was a business dinner. I waited up for him, but I ended up falling asleep on the couch. Luckily, I woke up just as he was putting a blanket over me.

I told him I had something special for him and kissed him. He took me in his arms and kissed me back. Soon he was sitting on the ottoman with his legs spread open and I had his beautiful cock in my mouth, making him moan. I love that sound. He moans even louder when it’s buried in my bonus hole though.

I was dripping wet and wanting him inside me so bad! This was supposed to be about him, though, and I know he likes having his cock sucked. He says I’m a lot better at it than my mom. I guess she doesn’t really like doing it. I don’t know why. I think he tastes so good, and I would do anything in the world to make my dad happy. Lucky for me, the thing that makes him happiest is fucking my bonus hole.

When he finally said, “You want to sit on this dick?” I couldn’t get my pants off and crawl into his lap fast enough. When he moved in with us I thought about lots of stuff, but I never dreamed that feeling his fat cock slipping into my tight hole and fucking me hard would become my favorite thing in the whole world. It’s his, too.