Chapter 1

Dominick is a fifty-eight year old widowed male. He lives with his eighteen year old step-daughter Mandy. Ever since his wife Eve died his secret desire about wanting to have sex with Mandy has turned into a full blown obsession. Her jet black hair, piercing blue eyes and petite curvy body has fueled many of his late night stroke sessions.

At first he was content with just fantasizing about what the two of them could do, if such a thing wasn't taboo. Now, he wanted to do more than just view an image in his mind. He needed to feel his lips on hers as his fingers caressed her naked body. All day long he has been contemplating his next move. Maybe he could give her a massage; after all she is always complaining how her back aches after working. His hand would slip and caress her breast. He feels his cock stirring and decides to give that idea a try. He would fix her favorite dinner that way she wouldn't have to fuss about supper.

When Mandy arrives home from work her step-Dad had supper already prepared and was adding the finishing touches to the table. When he hears her come through the door and telling him she is home, he shouts from the kitchen, "Put your things in your room and come join me for dinner honey."

She goes to her room where she hangs up her coat, kicks off her shoes, places her purse on the bed, and walked barefoot into the kitchen.

She looks at the table and says, "Well now, this is a nice surprise. What did I forget, is today a special day?"

Her step-Dad smiles and chirps, "No, you didn't forget anything. Since you work so hard, I decided to do fix your favorite meal for you tonight. Pull up a chair honey, while I pour your coffee."

Her eyes twinkled in delight and she purrs, "Aww Dad, you're the best. I'm starved." Mandy takes a sip of coffee and rubs the back of her neck and shoulders.

Her step-Dad sits down, takes a sip of his coffee, and asks, "Honey, is your back bothering you again?"

"Yes, I had a long day. I hate working with too many Chiefs and not enough Indians," she chucks.

"Aww, I'm sorry honey. Hey I have an idea, how about I give you one of my fabulous massages after supper? It might help you feel better," he lies to her.

She grins and purrs, "That will be nice, shall I come to your room, or will you come to mine?"

His eyes light up and his cock twitches, "Why don't you get all comfy and put on your robe and I will come to your room."

Mandy takes a bite of roast beef and murmurs, "Mmm delicious, just the way I like it." Then giggles, "Step-Dad if I remember, your massages always put me to sleep."

"Well that is what they are for baby, to relax you so you can sleep. I do hope you don't mind just wearing your robe, it's impossible to give a good back rub with clothes on."

She blushed and replied, "Aww Dad, that doesn't bother me, after all we are adults."

In the back of her mind she wonders what he would do if she told him that a massage makes her horny as hell. She decides not to say anything, yet.

After supper Mandy helps with the dishes and then says, "How about meeting me in my room, Dad, in thirty minutes. That will give me time to change into my robe."

He winks and moves so she doesn't see the bulge in his pants. "Sure honey, that will give me time to put the cat out and get the lotion and stuff I need. See you in a few minutes."

Oh God, he wants to shout, 'Can I wear a robe too and make it a naked massage', but he dared not, it might scare her off. He will, however, tell her he put on his shorts and t-shirt so he wouldn't get oil on his clothes.

While Mandy was taking her clothes off, she could not help but think of what could happen during or after the massage. You see for a long time now, she has fantasized about having sex with her step-Dad. After all he is quite handsome and she prefers older men. She had seen him naked once when he left the shower door open and that image stimulated many of her masturbation sessions.

In her fantasy, her daddy was giving her a massage; they are both were naked, which goes from a simple back rub to a hot fuck. Her nipples hardened against the terrycloth fabric of her robe and she feels her pussy hairs moisten with desire.

In the back of her mind she wonders, "Oh God, dare I, could I! Ooooooh yeah, I think I shall try and make him put his cock in me tonight!"

She sits on the bed and makes sure her cleavage shows clear to her nipples and spreads her legs slightly, knowing that every red blooded male couldn't resist this temptation.

His heart is racing ninety miles and hour when he walks down the hallway to Mandy's room. When he comes to her door, he swallows hard, readjusts his dick, and taps on the door. "Are you ready for me honey?"

Mandy licks her lips, tries to remain calm and replies, "Sure Dad, come on in."

When he enters, there she is in her short pink robe sitting on the bed. Her legs are parted, he swears he sees a glimpse of her cunt. The top is open just enough to show an ample amount of cleavage.

"Oooooh God," he tells himself, "I hope she doesn't see how nervous I am, as I want to fuck her right now."

Mandy sees her step-Dad's face, he looks like a frightened deer, and asks, "Dad, what's wrong?"

"Oh nothing dear, I was just remembering how much you resemble your mother. Baby, you're beautiful."

Mandy blushes and prays he won't see how anxious she is. She sighs and say, "I know, Mom always told me I look just like her when she was twenty. I hope that don't bother you." Inside she wanted to shout, "Daddy, you're so damn handsome. Why don't I drop this robe, you take off your clothes, and lets get down to some serious sexy play--OH hell, let's fuck!" But instead she just asks, "Want me on my stomach first? I will have to undo my robe."

"Sure honey, I promise I won't peek, he lies.

Mandy unfastens her robe and turns over trying not to show her naked front to her step-Dad, but does flash him some tit. She thinks for a moment because it looks like he is going to pass out. She just ignores it and chirps, "I'm ready."

He spreads the oil on his hands and slowly begins to massage Mandy's back starting at her neck. He hopes she doesn't notice how much his hands are shaking.

Her neck is stiff and he says, "Dang, you're neck is tighter than a rubber band." As his fingers worked their magic he adds, "That's it, relax, and go with the flow."