By any measure of attractiveness, Jennifer, my 22-year-old stepdaughter, is a real knock-out. I have tried to maintain a fatherly attitude towards her, even when she wears stylishly tight and skimpy clothing. I had a traditional, religious upbringing, and like most people with such a background, had been taught to avoid looking on a woman with lust, especially a family member.
Last week, Jennifer was away with some friends and my wife was out of town visiting relatives. I had some plumbing work to do in Jennifer's bathroom. As I was working, I happened to notice some of her clothing in her dirty clothes hamper. I pulled out a tiny black thong. I had no idea she wore such erotic things. As I held it up, I felt my body responding to the sight of this very intimate piece of clothing. I brought the soiled thong up to my face and inhaled. I was suddenly consumed with raw passion as years of repressed, forbidden desire boiled up in me.
I went to her bedroom, stripped naked, and got into her bed. I put the thong over my head with the stained crotch against my mouth and nose. My hand instinctively went to my steel-hard cock, which was already oozing copious amounts of precum. As I breathed in her earthy scent, all former stepfatherly restraint disappeared. I imagined my face buried between her long, luscious legs, hungrily eating her hot, wet pussy. My hand was pumping furiously as I whispered her name. I tasted her crusted residues and fantasized that I was probing every orifice on her supple body with my eager tongue. Suddenly I erupted, shooting thick rope-like strands of cum up my chest and over my shoulder onto her pillow. I had not had such a powerful orgasm in a long time.
I realized I had crossed a line, and that I could not look at Jennifer again without wondering if she was wearing a tiny thong under her pants. Although feelings of guilt would arise, I could not seem to resist the temptation to rummage through her dirty clothes hamper when I had the opportunity. I would sometimes take a few of her most erotic things with me on business trips. I had often wondered what all the fuss was about when guys wrote about using women's lingerie or panties as a masturbation aide. Now I knew. I was hooked.