Summoned by the Stepdaughter
Leela had captured me emotionally and mentally with her mother's full approval
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This was the backyard I had graded and designed with a sitting area and swimming pool where I swam casually with friends or used to cool off.
And it’s the backyard where my new wife Marta and I would sit sipping wine in the evenings. She liked cuddling against me and didn’t mind quite open displays of affection even as her daughter Leela hung around in ass-hugging denim shorts and tight T-shirts that she wore braless.
Marta had a special way of blowing softly in my ear, moving her fingers over my chest, and whispering about things as mundane as the weather. “Are you hot or is just me and this muggy day?”
Staying strong in moments like that was impossible, especially as she ran fingers down my thighs and to my zipper in full view of Leela who didn’t just eye the process of her mother in foreplay but caught my eye and studied me.
Marta kissed along my face, over my neck, and down my chest, undoing my shirt and slowly moving to her knees. Her lips caressed my chest, flicking over my nipples and bringing me to a powerful erection.
She looked up and caught my attention. “Leela has a request.”
I was panting and ready to strip naked. “What is it, sweetheart?”
“Take me shopping, Daddy. I need a new bikini.”
“Now?” My voice was weak with arousal.
“Of course.”
Marta winked. “You’ve been summoned, darling.”
She seemed to enjoy this incredible emotional roller coaster that I had just ridden.
