The room was filled with the wet, messy sounds of his cock sliding past my lips. I couldn't help but gag as he pushed deeper into my throat than I thought possible. I found myself coughing, my eyes watering from the sheer intensity of it, but I didn't stop him. I didn't want him to stop, either. He was fucking my mouth so hard that his heavy balls were slapping against my chin.

The sound of his balls hitting my face, combined with the wet slurping of my mouth, made the act feel incredibly dirty. Every time I gagged, he seemed to grow even harder, his thick length sliding ruthlessly in and out of my throat.

After a few minutes of relentless face-fucking, he pulled out and shifted his hips closer. Holding his rigid shaft with one hand, he guided his balls to my lips. I eagerly took them into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the heavy flesh as he let out a long, shaky breath.

While I was busy servicing him, his right hand finally left my breasts and trailed down to my crotch. He swept the towel completely off and moved his hand directly to my center. He rubbed me through the fabric of my panties for a agonizing moment before hooking a finger under the pink lace, pulling it aside to expose my bare pussy.

The moment his rough fingers brushed against my swollen, wet lips, my body arched off the table in pure, forbidden ecstasy.

"Ohhh! Fuck! Yesss!" I moaned, the sound tearing from my throat so loudly that it carried straight down the hall.

"Nancy! Are you okay?" my mom shouted from the kitchen.

My heart stopped, but the pleasure didn't. "Ohh! Yess! Mom, I'm fine!" I screamed back, my voice trembling wildly as he kept rubbing my clit. I spread my legs even wider for him, giving him all the access he wanted.

If only my mom knew what was happening just a couple of rooms away. If only she knew that Eric was currently standing over me, letting me suck his balls while he aggressively rubbed my soaking pussy.

He was no longer massaging me; he was giving me pure, unadulterated pleasure. To keep from alerting my mom again, I took his thick dick back into my mouth, using his shaft to muffle my desperate moans. I loved the way he was touching me, circling my sensitive bud with a firm friction that made my vision blur at the edges.

Then, without warning, he slid his middle finger deep inside me. I let out a muffled shriek against his cock as I felt him stretch me out. He began to finger me at a filthy, rhythmic pace. I didn't know how he was doing it, but he was hitting a very specific spot that made my entire body twitch and spasm.

The combination of his dick stretching my jaws and his finger buried deep in my wet pussy was almost too much to handle. I could feel the creaminess of my arousal coating his hand, making every thrust of his finger sound slick and loud in the quiet room.

He didn't hold back. He pumped his fingers in and out of me, matching the frantic rhythm of my tongue on his head. I was a total mess of sweat, massage oil, and slick juices. The taboo—the sheer filth of being fingered by my stepdad while my mother washed dishes just down the hall—pushed me dangerously close to the edge.

Just as I thought I was about to climax, he suddenly stopped and pulled his dick out of my mouth. I gasped, blinking up at him in cold, sudden confusion, wondering why he was stopping.

But he wasn't done with me. He moved to the side of the table, grabbed my hips, and dragged my butt right to the edge, leaving me completely open and vulnerable. He spread my legs even wider, pinning them back, and pushed my panties completely out of the way.

"You have such a beautiful pussy," he murmured, using his thumbs to spread my swollen lips. I wasn't shy; instead, a swell of pride washed over me knowing how much he loved the sight of me.

Locking his dark eyes on mine, he leaned down to devour me. The moment his hot tongue made contact with my core, I felt like my soul left my body. He ran his tongue along my lips, greedily lapping up my juices. He licked deeper, sucking on me with a ravenous hunger that told me he was entirely done playing by the rules.

He began to lap at the entire length of my slit, dragging his tongue from bottom to top. Every time he reached the peak, he gave my clit a sharp flick that made my hips violently jerk off the table. I squirmed under his mouth, my fingers digging into the padding of the table as I fought to keep myself from screaming. The sensation was so raw, it felt like he was tasting every dirty secret I had ever kept from him.

"Oh, fuck! Daddy... please," I whimpered. My voice was barely a whisper, heavy with desperate need.

He didn't listen. He just kept eating me out, making sure every inch of my slit was coated and stimulated. I could hear the wet, slurping sounds of his mouth. My heart was racing, not just from the blinding pleasure, but from the staggering reality of what we were doing.

Then, he shifted his focus. He moved his mouth upward, and this time, he didn't just lick my clitoris—he took the swollen bud between his lips and began to suck. He pulled on it, using a firm, relentless suction that sent a direct line of fire straight to my womb. He would suck it deep into his mouth, swirl his tongue around it, and then let it snap back.

"Ohhh! Daddy! Fuck." I clamped a hand over my mouth to muffle the scream clawing at my throat. I knew my mom was still in the kitchen; I could literally hear the faint clinking of dishes. The tension was unbearable, but neither of us could stop.

Every pull of his lips made my toes curl and my spine bow. I was teetering on the absolute edge. My moans fractured into jagged, broken breaths that I prayed my mom would mistake for the sounds of a painful deep-tissue massage.

The risk made it ten times more erotic. It made my pussy throb against his tongue with a life of its own.

He reached up, using two fingers to spread me wide open, exposing the pink, sensitive flesh inside. He leaned in closer, probing the tight entrance of my vagina, his tongue darting in and out with a rapid flicking motion that made me nearly black out.

I couldn't help myself. I reached down, tangled my fingers in his hair, and pulled his head closer, forcing his face deeper into my wetness.

"Yes, Daddy! Suck me, Daddy! Suck your stepdaughter's sweet pussy. Take it... take it all," I groaned, my head tossing feverishly from side to side. "Yes! Just like that, Daddy! I know you love it. You love how I taste."

Every time his tongue hit that soft inner lining, my body convulsed. I was a wrecked mess, completely undone by the man who was supposed to be my protector. He was worshiping me with his mouth, and I was loving every sacrilegious second of it.

After a few moments, he slid a thick finger inside me. I let out a sharp moan, arching my back in pleasure. He stretched me out for a moment before adding a second finger, pumping them inside me while simultaneously licking my clit.

I was thrashing now, my thighs shaking as he added a third finger, prying me open and ruthlessly working the tight muscles inside. The sound of his fingers sliding in and out of my soaking wet pussy created a loud, squelching noise. I was moaning freely now, the overwhelming pleasure erasing any fear of my mom hearing me. I was so incredibly close to the edge, but something vital was missing.

The fingers were amazing, and his tongue was a dream, but they just weren't enough anymore. My body was screaming for the real thing.

I looked down and watched his thick, heavy dick still standing proud, glistening with my saliva. I felt like I was going to die if he didn't stop fingering me and just fuck me. My pussy was throbbing, practically crying out for his cock.

"Daddy, I need you inside me," I begged, completely forgetting that my mom was just a few rooms away. "Ahhh! Stop fingering me and fuck me, please!"