Chapter 1

Kara's mom, Sandra, was at it again. She was so fake around men that it was disgusting. She had her already DD titty stuffed so tightly into a push up bra that was way too small. Her silk push down top was unbutton just enough to reveal her cleavage, that jiggled as she did that overdone laugh she always did when she was flirting. Kevin, her new boyfriend was eating it up. He couldn't stopover staring at her full cleavage and kept his hand gripped on her mother's thigh as he drove ; looking over every half second to watch the bumps in the route make her breasts shake and burble. Kara sat in the rear place trying to concentre on the elevator car and trees that passed on the way to the restaurant. Kevin had made reserve at the fancy seafood berth a week in advance and he had been boasting about it since. He did seem to like to designate off."Just like the son at schooling ”, Kara thought to herself. All of them acted as if they had never seen a pretty lady friend, a set of legs, or in this compositor's case, a nice set of knocker. Come to guess about it, Kevin could very well pass for a senior at her school or maybe a big football athlete. He was very handsome and looked young although he was a little over 30 which was half her mom's age. Sandra had been chasing the place of origin ever since she had her operation. Although she was very gorgeous, she had gotten her boobs enlarged and her tummy tucked, making her already flatter human body, even more drastic. Sometimes she could pass for Kara's older sis seeing as though she was always dressed very young and revealing to be 60 eld old.

Kara on the other hired hand, was very developed for her young age. She was 17 but had ass and hips like a originate woman, buoyant tit, and plump lips that she kept glossy. It was only when she dyed her long hair, funky semblance, that mass really noticed how young she was. She looked down at her hair thinking she should go rap next. Keeping her bone square pilus, brown like it was, had begun to get slow, but her mother had forbidden any burnished colors before tonight 's dinner with Kevin.

They pulled up to the large building and and vallet parked the car. interior, everyone was so quiet and nicely dressed that Kara still felt out of place although they had qualification at the nicest table. They followed the nice blond waitress to a small booth towards the back and Kevin insisted that he sit between her and her female parent. Kara rolled her eyes. She was more so looking forward to the food, than listening to Kevin's long stories about him knowing this person or going to that piazza.

The waitress brought them a lemonade and two glasses of wine, then a refill. Kevin and Sandra were already sounding tipsy when Kevin asked Kara about school.

"So how are your studies Kara ? ”, he smiled over at her. She was shocked they even remembered she was there.

"Oh, they are good ”, she replied softly.

"Kara, go ahead honey. Tell him how overbold you are ! She was just nominated homecoming queen regnant you know ? She got a 3.8 gpa and ain't ever dropped a point below it ! Tell him Kara. My baby is so smart ! ”, Sandra cackled.

Kara just smiled. She really didn't like talking about herself.

"Oh I bet all the male child will be fighting for your arm at prom then ”, Kevin smiled and placed his hand on her second joint just like he had done with her mom. Kara's heart jumped. She looked up at him smiling, and she felt gallant. Though she didn't pay much attending to the empty-headed boys at school, guys really were crazy about her.

"I already have a date actually ”, she said with a smirk, feeling slightly confident.

"Oh really ? Well there you go then. Who's the lucky guy ? ”, Kevin asked.

"Oh just this guy, Kingston. He plays basketball for my school. He's the maitre d' too. Everyone knows him ”, Kara blushed.

Kevin patted her leg and nodded. He really was genuinely glad for her. Kevin had always wanted a daughter of his own. He had been so caught up in workplace for so foresighted that, before he knew it, he was 30 and had no family, not even a girlfriend to spend lonely nights with. Meeting Sandra was like a flame igniting in his bland life. She was always so fun and flirty, as if she was the one blissfully living her 30's and he was the 60 year old single mother.

Kevin honestly always wanted to institute Kara along when he and Sandra went out, but Kara always declined. He's assure her that it'd be fun, after all Sandra had a young sprightliness and would have him carry her shoes he wouldn't have ever expected somebody her age to want to go. They'd go to the go handcart tracks, the local bazaar, putt putt golf game, the beach, just anything that could make her flavor young again as long as the tab was entirely on Kevin. They'd been having a clap and Kevin knew he wanted Sandra in his life, he just wanted to create sure enough Kara was comfortable. He figured that she just needed to warm up to him a little more so he made sure to insist that she conjoin them tonight. He wanted so bad for thing to mold out with Sandra that he was willing to extract out all Newmarket. His billfold could plow it. Although he was still considered a sister in the business sector universe, he had a pretty high position in a company dealing with property management and residential affairs. He was always surrounded by muscular men who did nothing but compare the health of their families and estates to each other, the consequence they weren't huddled in a league room together. Kevin was tired of having to be the one listening and nodding, he was bored with having succeeder by himself. He planned to make this his new syndicate. Sandra would be the token married woman, and Kara, the all star student. He had lucked up that such a risque mother had somehow raised such a dependable girl. Kara was the type of girl that you could leave at home for a weekend and come back to find all the closets, color coordinated, instead of traces of a house political party. He could hear himself now, bragging to his colleagues about Kara graduating top of her grade or showing Sandra off at his evening spread. He turned his focus back on Sandra, and Kara retreated back into herself until the waitress came with their meal of lobster and crab.

Ten months had passed and Kara thought back on that day at the eatery, while eyeing Kevin from her windowpane. He was cleaning out their consortium, shirtless. His gravid physique was chiseled and ripped, and his sweat made him shimmer in the sun like a freshly licked lollipop. Kevin and Sandra had gotten marital 2 months ago and Kevin moved them into his large house. It was more than enough, filled with matted screens and fancy contraption. His electric refrigerator was touch concealment and he had a midget robot to vacuum the floors. However, they didn't have a consortium boy anymore. Kevin had fired him a week ago, because he thought that Sandra was getting a bit flirty with him. He was right.

Once, Kara had seen the skinny boy groping her mothers breast from behind as she stood by the pocket billiards, on a hot afternoon. Kevin wouldn't be home for another two 60 minutes and Kara went unnoticed as she peered down from the same post at her windowpane. She watched on, confused as her mother rubbed on the small boy until his pants perked up like a tent. He was nowhere as attractive as Kevin, and clearly not as wealthy or manly. Yet, this was just how Sandra was, always wanting to be wanted. She didn't really manage how or by who.

Kara licked her wax lips as Kevin bent backwards to dilute out from bending over the pool for so prospicient. In almost a intimation she had appeared downstairs with a towel and a cold urine bottle, just as Kevin came through the back patio doors.

"Oh wow. Here you go Kevin. Is it hot, or hot as hell out there ? ’, she smiled big handing him the towel. Kevin took it, wiped his brow, and breathed deep.

"Thanks babygirl and you need to watch over your mouth ”, he smiled and whispered,"But it is hot as snake pit out there ”.

They giggled and he took the water from her, turning it up, and downing the whole thing right then.

"well you should probably shower. That will cool you off for sure ”, Kara said, turning away quickly to his bedroom.

"Well yea that does vocalise in force ”, Kevin said, following her upstairs. He wiped his face and bureau and glanced up, accidentally catching a sodding view of Kara's ass in her soused trunks. He quickly lowered his eyes in shame. It wasn't his 1st time eyeing her like that, but he couldn't assist it really. Kara was beautiful and had a number like 20 something, class old. Her peel was smashed and smooth over her curvature. Her long brown haircloth was up in a bun, revealing her silklike spine that he just wanted to trace his finger's breadth along. It didn't help that Sandra hadn't turned him on in weeks. Lately she was always out, or passed out. They used to deliver lots of sex, but ever since he had gotten overthrow with her about that horny poolboy, Sandra seemed to had checked out. Kevin didn't push the outcome, he'd give Sandra the blank she wanted. He knew he just needed a liberation, that's all. Kara was like a daughter to him.

Sandra was passed out in bed when Kara slipped in and went to the privy to run Kevin's cascade.

"Aw babygirl, you don't have to do all that ”, Kevin said from the sleeping room. Kara heard his pants unzip and downfall to the story.

"Oh it's no problem. I don't mind at all. Least til Mom gets up ”, Kara said trailing her words at the end.

"Well it will be for a while for that to happen"Kevin said entering the steamy bathroom with his towel wrapped around his waist. Kara wanted so badly to just snaffle him right then, just like her mom did to the pool boy. She wanted to pee-pee him feel good, like he always made her feeling. She turned and looked him over in a way that made Kevin's dick jump. He grabbed his towel tight and thanked Kara before he shooed her away. He hated himself for being a man, he had to find a way to control himself. Sandra wasn't pleasing him, so he had to figure out how to moderate his cravings. He stepped into the overnice, take the air in exhibitor and sighed. The water passed over his torso and he looked down to see his cock fully set up. He sighed again before grabbing his hard, 9 in. This would have to do. Kevin stroked himself slowly at first, searching his thinker for sentiment of Sandra, but he kept seeing Kara's ass in those flyspeck shorts, climbing the stairs. He shook the image away, but then he saw her juicy lips curling around the headland of his dick. He moaned, feeling her wet rima oris sucking him deeply. In his head, she was looking up at him with those jolly embrown eyes, and gagging herself on his pulsing putz headspring. He pumped his hired man harder and harder. He envisioned her kissing all over the side of meat of his shaft, and then the tip. It was too lots for him to hold out. He wanted to cum in her mouth. He wanted to nut all over her face.

"Kara ”, he whispered before he blew a tumid wad in the palm of his hand first then letting the rushing water wash it down the drain. He leaned on the wall of the shower to compose himself. Wrong as it was, he had to admit he felt better now. He promised he would keep his sick intellection of Kara out of his mind.

A month passed and Kara had been keeping out of the house lately. Sandra finally started trying to pass water things right with Kevin, after the consortium boy incident, and Kara couldn't bear seeing them so lovey dovey. She really didn't know when she had started being so green-eyed of them, jealous of her own mother. Lately, anytime Sandra touched Kevin or sat by him or even said his name, it made her cringe. She would leave the house to go out with acquaintance, who mostly just drank and got high. It was senior class after all. school day would be out soon, so there was always a star sign political party or something fun going on. Of form her mom didn't care what she was doing or when she came home plate. Sandra assumed her darling Kara was just an innocent angel. She didn't even know that Kara was no long a Virgo the Virgin. She would've never thought Kara was at some guys trashy house party, wasted out of her mind right now. She had been there for hours now and was starting to feel a bit nauseous from drinking so many beers. Kara decided that it was about time she headed base. She was noticeably imbibe and guys were hitting on her the more they saw her guzzle down. She headed to the doorway, nodding to a homegirl that had invited her and then slinked her way out to the sidewalk. It was wickedness extraneous and she had a ways to take the air but it wasn't too far. At least it didn't seem that way until the rain started.

"Shit ! ”, she said under her breath as she started to jog lazily. She really didn't mind getting her whisker wet but she still unwrapped the tartan button down from her waistline to make it over her head as she rushed up to her block. Her tank top was soaked and her lite blue air, blue jean shorts, were blue wild blue yonder and heavy by the clock time she made it up the private road. Using her key to get in, she immediately stiffened up from the cold, air conditioned family.

"screw ... Fuck..Fuck ”, she whispered with every stone's throw as she slid out of her wet shoes.

"I'm home ! ”, she shouted out into the business firm, with no answer, as always. Kevin and her mother must've been asleep by now anyway. She shed her wet drogue, then her tankful top that rolled up into a ball as she slid it over her head and hit the floor with a thud. She left on her wet blue mutation bra, that showed her erect nipples clearly now, and peeled off her short circuit. It took so yearn to pull the tight jeans over her pelvis that when they dropped she just stepped out of them and continued up to her elbow room. She stopped at the linen closet in the hallway to grab a big fluffy whitened towel. Just as she turned to go to her elbow room, there was Kevin staring down at her.

"Oh shit ! Jesus you scared the shit outta me Kevin ”, she gasped pulling the towel over her breast.

"Language ! Kara where have you been ? It's 1 o'clock in the morning ! ”, he said sternly. Kara twisted her face and headed around him.

"Um none of your damn business- ”, she started before Kevin grabbed her arm.

"I asked you a question Kara and I'm not gon na tell you again to determine your mouth ”, Kevin snapped back at her. Kara yanked free from him.

"Man you ain't my daddy ”, she winced, waving him off and continuing to her elbow room. Kevin snatched her back devising her drop her towel. He leaned close to her.

"Have you been drinking ? ”, he asked, glaring into her optic. Kara couldn't breathing space. She was pissed wino, and scared but still his heart made her yearn for his approval.

"N-no ! ”, she said weakly, still trying to pull away. He grabbed both her shoulders to hold her still.

"Kara are you booze ? ”, he gritted at her.

Kara looked away. Kevin let her go and she stood there, staring into the story. He had been so upset he didn't realize she was wet, and pretty much bare. He could see her mamilla firm through her bra and she only had on a bantam flip-flop that would've almost been too aphrodisiac for her age if it weren't covered with picayune dreary kitten. Her skin shined in the hallway light making her look like glass covered in color. He knelt down to blame up her towel. Mostly to obscure his growing member. She looked up at him, and for the first fourth dimension, she caught him eyeing her breasts. Though he darted his eyes away quickly, she knew what she saw. It was the Sami way he would eye her mother.

Kara had goosebumps all over but she started to feel a heating from inside her. She ignored the towel in his helping hand and went into his blazon instead, squeezing him tight.

"I'm sorry Kevin. I don't know what I was thinking. It won't happen again ”, she said burying her nerve into his chest of drawers. Kevin wanted to squeeze her and support her. He could sense her tit moistening his shirt. He placed his hired hand on the cover of her nous and kissed her forehead.

"Oh babygirl it's ok. We all make mistakes '', he moaned.

He tried to be given away so that his erection wasn't pressing against her, but it was too late. Kara held him crocked and gazed up at him.

"Are you mad at me Kevin ”, she asked innocently.

"No, no babydoll. I just don't want you getting hurt. You aren't old enough to be drinking sweetie. You can't handle it ”, he said stepping back from her and holding her shoulders.

"I'm not a slight missy Kevin ! ”, she steamed, breaking from him and going to her room. Her ass, jiggling as she walked. Kevin couldn't help but abide by her.

"You aren't a little girl anymore but you still aren't old enough to booze. There are rules in my house Kara, even if I'm not your daddy ”, he said, stopping in the doorway.

"Don't you wan na be ? ”, she asked, turning around to confront him.

"What ? ”, Kevin asked confusingly.

"Don't you wan na be my daddy ? ”, she asked intently, stepping to him slowly.

"What do you think of ? Of course of study I do babygirl ”, he replied, watching her walk all the way up to him, until she was so end that he felt the tips of her nipples browse his shirt. Kara reached up and rubbed her hands over his tolerant bureau then down his arms to his bridge player. Kevin didn't know what was going on but his implements of war went hobble as she guided his palm up to her chest.

"Kara, what- ”, Kevin stammered but cut himself off as he watched her grope his custody over her breasts.

He was screaming to himself to stop. His insides jolted trying to shake him but he was like puddy in her hands. His thumbs instinctively went to encircle her hard nipples and she let out a soft pant. She dropped her script, letting him research her for himself. Kevin's hired hand were enceinte and firm but his touch was light and aristocratic on her soft rack. He moaned as he traced the strap of her bra to the spine and unhooked it in one snap. Kara closed her middle as her bra fell and her thorax fit detached. Her nipples looked up at him. He met them with his mouth, warm and cushy. He flickered his natural language on her left tit, then the right.

Kara inhaled and cradled his head as if she were a feeding baby. It felt so proficient that her knees buckled and Kevin scooped her, walking her over to her bed. He laid her kill gently and hovered over her a moment before she pulled him down to kiss her. Kevin groaned into her oral fissure as she slid her glossa across his lips. He responded with his lingua dancing back and Forth with hers. His manus began to roam over her body, reaching around to cuff her ass pulling her up to meet the bulge in his thin, pajama bottoms. Kara felt her body taking ascendence as he grinded against her twitching cat. She reached and pulled his shirt off over his head revealing his flawless body. She ran her fingers all over him. Exploring all of what she had been dreaming about this unharmed time. Kevin was no longer salute, lost in the ecstasy of the moment, caressing and squeezing Kara's ass more vigorously. He grinded himself onto her as if he was fucking her slow and cryptic. She was so wet and gushy that each motion felt like heaven as he hunched her into a frenzy. She wanted more. She wanted him to have all of her. Kevin read her mind and her organic structure language, as she pushed herself harder up to him, arching her back. He slid her thong to the English and lightly slid a finger over the crease of her pussy mouth. Even without entering her he felt her juices leaking over, so he slid his finger's breadth into her making her whimper with joy.

"Kevin please ”, she begged, arching her back even more. Kevin slid in another finger and began to thumb fuck her. She was very wet now. Her bulwark clung tight to his fingers as he moved faster. Kara began to moan softly, looking him in the eye the whole fourth dimension. Kevin was fingering her hard now, causing her pussy to suck and rave on his hand.

"Oh Kevin. I'm cumming ”, she whispered softly. She grabbed his look and pulled him to osculate her as she climaxed on his digit. He felt her walls squeeze them tight before he slid them out and sucked them clean, then burying his face into her neck opening ; breathing with her as she panted from the Benjamin Rush of it all. He laid there on top of her until she fell asleep. Kevin easily slid her underneath her downlike blanket and tucked her in. Then kissed her forehead before turning off her light and slipping into the hall. He stood there for a consequence, recapping what had just happened, then sprinted down the hall to glint in on Sandra who was completely passed out and snoring. He eased into the room and slide into bed without disturbing her. Once he had laid there for a while staring at the ceiling in shock, he turned on his position facing away from Sandra, holding the finger's breadth he'd just had inside Kara to his olfactory organ and fell asleep .