Chapter 1 Chapter One: Unexpected Dinner

The dinner table was set perfectly, a crisp white tablecloth stretched across it.

The aroma of roasted chicken and freshly baked bread filled the air, comforting and familiar.

John sat at the head of the table, watching the room with a quiet satisfaction, as if he was both host and observer of some shooting game unfolding.

Sarah his wife, excused herself to fetch the soup, leaving Emily his step daughter , sitting across from John.

Emily, 24, with long auburn hair brushing her shoulders, fiddled nervously with her napkin.

Her heart beat faster than usual, a strange mix of excitement and hesitation twisting in her chest.

“Emily,” John began, his voice calm but carrying a hint of amusement, “you’re really grown up now. Your mother must be proud.”

Emily’s fingers tightened around the napkin. “Thank you… I guess,” she murmured, unsure if she should smile or look away.

There was a pause, filled with the hum of the kitchen in the background.

Emily’s stomach fluttered as John’s eyes lingered on her. She felt exposed under his gaze.

“I mean… you’ve changed a lot over the years,” John continued, leaning back slightly.

“I sometimes forget just how you looked years ago.”

Emily swallowed hard, her cheeks warming. “I… I don’t know what to say,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

She shifted uncomfortably, feeling flattered and uneasy.

Emily's breath hitched as John's thumb began to trace lazy circles on her skin.

She felt a spark of excitement and a flutter of nervousness in her stomach.

Before she could respond, John's other hand slid under the table, his fingers unbuttoning her jeans.

Emily gasped, her eyes widening in surprise and guilt.

John was her mother's husband and she stopped coming to the house because she admired him and she has fantasies about him.

She looked at him hoping to see the guilt in his eyes, but there was none.

John's fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her panties, finding her already wet.

"I think we shouldn't do this, mom might enter at any time" Emily's voice betrayed her.

He began to finger her slowly, making her moan, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Emily bit her lip to hold back her loud moan, her hips bucking against his hand.

She was suppose to feel guilty but she found herself wanting more of him.

She could feel the heat building between her legs, her body aching with need.

Just as she was on the verge of orgasm, the sound of Sarah's footsteps echoed from the hallway, signaling her return.

John quickly withdrew his hand, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned back in his chair, feigning nonchalance.

Emily's heart raced as she tried to compose herself, her cheeks flushed and her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Sarah entered the dining room, a bowl of steaming soup in her hands.

"Sorry about that, darling. The soup needed a bit more time to simmer," she said, setting the bowl on the table.

As Sarah took her seat, she faced Emily "Honey, you look thinner, I suggest you return home" she said.

Emily was occupied with the thoughts of John and his hand moving in and out of her pussy.

"Emily" Sarah called out, loudly this time making her jerk and her spoon fell.

"I'm sorry, I'll pick it up immediately" Emily apologized, her face flushed with embarrassment.

John nodded slightly, a mischievous glint in his eye, and Emily could swear she saw the desires in his eyes .

With a deep breath, Emily slid her chair back and disappeared under the table, her heart pounding hard.

She could see John's legs spread slightly, anf his ten inches dick out and hard.

John's cock was already ready, and Emily took him into her mouth shamelessly.

Her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip quietly.

John moved his leg and she knew he was trying hard not to make a sound.

Emily's hands gripped his thighs, holding him in place as she took him deeper, her mouth and tongue working as she sucked him.

Sarah, oblivious to the scene unfolding beneath the table, began to serve the soup, her movements were graceful and efficient.

"Honey, you can see I didn't lie about Emily"

As she reached for the bread, her elbow accidentally knocked over her wine glass, the red liquid spilling across the tablecloth.

"Oh, for heaven's sake," Sarah muttered, reaching for a napkin to clean up the mess.

As she leaned forward, her eyes widened in shock as she caught a glimpse of Emily's auburn hair bobbing beneath the table.

Sarah's gaze snapped to John, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and anger.

"John" she yelled out making Emily stop her movement.

"You've always wanted to explore and this is an opportunity" John muttered.

John met her gaze, a smirk playing on his lips, and he nodded slightly, an unspoken invitation.

Sarah hesitated for a moment, her heart racing with a embarrassment.

She had always suspected there John felt an unusual connection with Emily, but she had never imagined it would play out like this.

With a deep breath, she stood up and joined Emily under the table, her hands reaching out and held John's balls.

John's hands found Sarah's hips, pulling her closer as Emily continued to pleasure him with her mouth.

Sarah's hands roamed over John's chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, sending shivers of pleasure through his body.

Emily, feeling the shift in dynamics, reached up, her hands cupping Sarah's breasts through her blouse.

Sarah gasped and was shocked her innocent daughter was this crazy when she's horny.

Her back arching as Emily's thumbs brushed over her hardened nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

John's hands moved to Emily's hips, pulling her closer as he began to thrust into her mouth, his body tensing with each movement.

Sarah's hands found the hem of her dress, lifting it up and over her head, revealing her lacy bra and thong.

John's eyes darkened with lust as he looked at her erected boobs, his hands reaching out to cup her breasts, squeezing and teasing her nipples until she was a writhing mess of pleasure.

Emily's hands moved to Sarah's thong, hooking her fingers into the waistband and pulling it down, revealing her wetpussy.

Emily's fingers found Sarah's clit, rubbing and circling with expert precision, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.

Sarah cried out, her body convulsing as an orgasm tore through her, her muscles clenching and releasing in waves of ecstasy.

John followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he came deep in Emily's throat, his body tensing with the force of his release.

Emily swallowed every drop of his cum, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, drawing out his pleasure.

She emerged from under the table, her lips glistening and her cheeks flushed with satisfaction.

Sarah's face flushed in embarrassment and she looked at her daughter in admiration.

They knew after satisfying their desires, it would be awkward for them but they would cross that bridge when they get there.

They retreated to their bedroom to explore further.