Step Dad Amd Me
I used to provide occasional 'services' for my step-dad, John. My mother remarried when I was 12 and I have to say that John always treated me properly, I actually quite fancied him, he was good looking and had a good body. Like other teen girls I would occasionally wear too little around the house and I knew that he looked and I was pleased with the effect. I was not some slim, shapely, busty teen, just average. When I was 16 I wanted to go on a holiday with some friends but it was too expensive. Mum said to ask John for the money. I did ask and he said that he would think about it but I'd have to earn it. I assumed that he meant do jobs for him. I told mum about it and she said to be careful but it was OK with her. I wasn't sure what she meant but she then said, out of the blue, that John had a vasectomy but I should still take care not to do anything that I didn't want to. Wow, what a surprise thing for my mum to tell me. Now, I had never actually thought about providing those sort of services for him. A few days later, mum was out for the evening, so I had a shower and dressed only in a small robe went to sit next to John on the sofa. I brought up the subject of the holiday again making sure to sit close enough to be touching and make sure that my robe accidentally fell open enough so that he could see down to my boobs. I then put a hand on his thigh and as he didn't object I moved it higher until it was over his cock which I could feel getting hard. I went for it and unzipped him and held what seemed to be a big stiff cock in my hand. I was not expert but went ahead to wank him and within a couple of minutes he had cum over my hand. Did I get the holiday? Yes, but I had to do more 'jobs' which I was completely OK with. Never any actual sex, but we did come close once when taking a shower together. He turned me round and pushed me to bend over and I assumed that he was going to try and do me from behind but he then said that he wouldn't so just rubbed himself off between my legs and shot over my bum, but I would have let him. I assume my mum knew about my activities but she never talked about it other than to ask if I was OK with John and the 'jobs' that I did for him. I continued doing similar things for him when I needed money for the next three years until I moved away to university. No regrets.
