Chapter 5

It was Emma's birthday. She turned seventeen this day. We were celebrating on a Friday evening, after Erica arrived home from the college. The end of summer session was in a week. Thereafter we would have a two week break and begin the fall semester. Emma would be off to private school again. It had been an enlightening summer.

Perhaps Emma was my natural daughter. Perhaps. I was becoming more certain of it. Erica's remembrance, and mine, of that party long ago seemed to indicate that her one night stand with an instructor was, in fact, me. I was Emma's father. Perhaps.

The Italian restaurant we went to was a favorite of Emma's. We had been there two times before. She enjoyed it, so we were spending her birthday there. She was wearing a rather low cut dress. It was tighter than I thought it needed to be. I even imagined she was wearing the bustier I had purchased for her a week ago. Would she do that? What if her mother noticed.

Erica was stunning in a black cocktail dress. It was lovely on her, emphasizing her trim figure. Emma was her mother's daughter. They were so similar in many ways. Since Emma had been sun tanning in the nude for weeks now I was aware that she shaved her vulva. As did her mother. And both had conical breasts, with rosy nipples. Now, both wore scarlet lipstick and nail polish. I liked that color.

The scent of jasmine wafted from Emma, and her mother was wearing gardenia perfume. The odors did not conflict. I found them slightly arousing, as a matter of fact. It was odd, but quite often, around Emma, I would become erect. It could be embarrassing. Especially if Erica noticed. But she would think it was for her. And it was. After all, I adored my wife.

As we waited to be served dinner Erica took two wrapped items from her large purse. One was the locket I had bought for Emma. She had liked it, and she deserved it, on this seventeenth birthday. She had been a good girl. I thought so. Yes, she had been quite lovely this summer. Since Erica and I married in late spring she had needed to get used to a new stepfather. She had done rather well, I believed. I had done rather well, myself. I was containing the naughty feelings of lust.

"What's this Mom? You're always so sweet to me. Did you and Dick get these for me?"

She began unwrapping the locket. She squealed with surprise when she saw it, even though she had picked it out. But her mother didn't know that. She was rather good at dissembling.

"Will you put it on for me, Dick? Thanks so much. It's lovely."

I took the jewelry and opened the fastener, placed it around her long neck, and noticed that it rested just in the cleavage of her breasts, as I had thought when we picked it out. I could not help but notice that her nipples were hard against the material of her dress. Her bustier was not covering them, but rather lifting and displaying them, one could say. I felt my penis stirring.

"Oh thanks, Dick. Mom, this is a sweet little keepsake. It's a unicorn, isn't it? I can put it on my vanity. Thank you, Mom."

With smiles we all looked up as we were being served. The meal was delicious, and my ladies seemed to enjoy the dinner out on this special occasion. I looked forward to arriving home afterwards. Erica would need to be pleased, as her daughter was now. Or rather, in a special way. Yes, I needed to please Erica.

Driving home it started to rain. It was a downpour. I hoped it would stop before we arrived home. Unfortunately it didn't. We climbed out of the car and ran to the front door. It had an overhang, but we were already soaked. Erica and Emma were both giggling as I got my keys ready to unlock the door. They were so alike.

When entering both ladies ran upstairs while I locked up downstairs. I heard Erica calling out that she was going to shower and dry her hair. I walked upstairs more slowly. Outside her door Emma had stopped and reached to touch my cheek. Her mother was already in our room.

Emma leaned forward and kissed my forehead. I smelled her perfume. I could smell something else. The scent she was giving off was that of her pussy. I noticed it often from Erica, when she was aroused. Was Emma aroused?

Emma reached downwards and her delicate hand began touching my penis. It was erect in a second or two. God, she was so desirable. I wanted her. But she was my stepdaughter. Or my daughter. Oh my god. Then she giggled.

"You're so naughty, Dick. You need to control yourself dear."

She turned and was walking into her room. I heard my shower turned on down the hall. This was enough! I was the authority here. I was the man of the house. I deserved respect. Dammit! I deserved to be treated with respect. I grabbed her up into my arms. She was so light. She needed to know who was in charge!

Erica was in the shower. She would be busy for some time, bathing and drying her hair. I carried Emma over to the bed and sat down. I flipped her over with her derriere up. I lifted her dress up above her rounded cheeks. She wasn't wearing panties. As I had imagined, she was wearing the bustier. Her ass and pussy were there before me. I began to strike her with the palm of my hand. It was stinging, and it was certainly painful for her. But she deserved it. She needed to be taught a lesson.

"Dick, what're you doing. Ow! Dick, stop this. You're not my father. That hurts Dick."

"You need to be taught Emma. You need a lesson in respect. You understand? I'm your father in this house. This'll teach you, you little minx. I'll not be toyed with!"

My hand was coming down with a rhythm onto her buttocks. I was also striking her pussy. Her ass cheeks were red and my palm prints were bright upon her tender skin. My prick was hard. I knew that wasn't right. I didn't care. I didn't give a damn. Fuck this! She needed a lesson.

My arm was finally tired. I rested my hand on her tender, smooth ass. I slowly caressed her red flesh. She was moaning. One of my fingers slipped into her vulva. I stroked it slowly. She moaned louder. No! I needed to leave. I lifted her up and sat her on the bed.

"That was for your own good, Emma. You just need to respect me. Understand? That's all. Now get to bed. I'm going to bed myself. I'm sorry, dear, but you deserved that."

I gave her a kiss on the forehead. She lowered her eyes. I could see a slight smile on her face. She had taken that well, I must say. But I was establishing parameters. Yes, I was letting her know I was in charge here. I patted her leg and rose. Going out the door I heard a giggle.

Yes, she had taken it well. I needed Erica. My cock was so fucking hard! My finger went to my mouth. It tasted of honey and jasmine.

In my bedroom I stripped out of my clothing. I sat in my easy chair, waiting for my wife to come out of the bathroom.

I heard her drying her hair. I slowly stroked my dick. It was purple and aching with need. I wanted Erica, with her silky brown locks, and her ruby red nails, and her perky tits. Her body. So nice. So like her daughter. Yes, they were so much alike. I needed her.

"Richard, sweetheart. Are you waiting for the bathroom, dear? I'm finished. Why're you smiling, love? Are you holding a belt?"

"Come here, Erica. I have something new we'll try. I know you'll like it. Yes, you'll like it. I love getting naughty with my wife. Come over here my dear."

"Of course, Richard. What's my big lover want tonight? I'm yours, you know that, Richard."

She was naked. She hadn't bothered to dress in the bathroom. That was good. I wanted her soft skin. I wanted her sweet curves. I wanted her steamy, wet, fragrant pussy. I wanted her. I took her arms and pulled her into my lap. Her round ass was there before me. I felt her humid vaginal lips touching my hard prick as I began to spank my wife with a leather belt.

"Ah, Richard. Bad boy! Oh, fuck baby. It feels good baby."

Her butt was getting redder and redder as I slapped her ass. Red streaks appeared. Some faded and some remained. I was so fucking hard! Take it you little tease. Yes, take your spanking. Then I'll fuck you, the way you want to be fucked. Hard and rough. I could feel her pussy juices leaking out onto my lap. They were covering my cock and my balls.

"My god, Richard, I keep coming, coming, fuck, coming baby."

"Good, you're ready for me, aren't you woman. You need some hard cock. Get on your hands and knees. Get down now!"

She was there on the carpet, waiting, with her pussy wet and needing my cock. I rammed it into her, and kept slapping the belt across her ass. I thrust and spanked, keeping a rhythm. Just as I had kept a rhythm on Emma's ass. That little tease. I had taught her. Now I was teaching her mother.

I fucked her deep and hard, and she cried out, begging for more, and more. I grunted with passion as I continued screwing her greasy snatch. My woman, and wife. My Erica. Emma's mother. Fuck, it was so fucking good. I wanted to come and I did. I gushed out, filling her cunt with my seed. My sperm in my Erica's pussy.

Rolling over, off of Erica, I fell onto the floor. She laid down beside me. Her hands were caressing my hair and forehead. My wife loved me. She loved how I made love to her. Yes, she enjoyed it all. I heard a giggle. I looked at Erica, but she had her head on my chest. I think she was completely sated. I glanced at the door. It was ajar.

Rising up, I went over to the door. I opened it and saw a figure disappearing into Emma's darkened room.

"Is something wrong Richard?"

"Not a thing. Nothing that can't wait. Don't worry dear. We should get to bed. I'll shower in the morning. Tonight you can clean my cock with your tongue. Yes, my love?"

"Of course, Richard. I love your grand prick. Let's get to bed and I'll suck you to sleep, my big lover."

We got into bed and turned out the lights. It was still storming outside. Such a lovely sound to go to sleep to. I rested well that night. Erica feel asleep with my soft cock in her mouth.

In the morning we both arose and performed the usual things to get ready for the day. Of course, Emma didn't get up when we did. She seldom did. I made breakfast for Erica and me, and then she was off to start the final week of the summer session. I went to my library and started working on an article for a journal. I heard Emma up and about just an hour or so later.

A tapping was heard on my library door. It was Emma, certainly.

"Come in dear."

She came in nude. It was how she sunbathed. I had agreed to it, but I was having doubts now. I had been too easy on my stepdaughter. I was starting to believe that I had let her have her way too often.

"Morning Dick. Did you have fun last night? Beating your stepdaughter? And my mother?" She giggled.

She was mocking me. I rose from my chair, circled the desk, and grabbed her arm. Her jasmine perfume filled my nose with its aroma. For some reason I noticed that her nipples were erect.

"This has to stop, Emma. You will learn who's the master here. Yes? Who's in charge in this house? Tell me now, young lady!"

"I don't know, Dick. You tell me." And she giggled again.

It was too much. It was the last time I would take this rudeness. No more! I took her shoulders in my hands, forcing her down, onto her bare knees. Her face was upturned, gazing into my eyes. She was smiling, and giggling. I drew my zipper down and dragged my hardening prick out. I grabbed her braids in my hands and forced her head to my cock. Before I could speak she kissed it.