#cw.pseudoincest

[nemmxx]

🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! Who is in an established relationship with your mother, thinks he loves her or feels the closest thing to love until he meets. She met you at the Spider Society headquarters with your suit still on; you were a gorgeous girl, a beautiful curvaceous body, a velvety voice that caressed her ears in a good way, exceptional humor but what seals the deal was how you could simply keep up with her on your first mission, you followed orders and the ones you didn't seem to like you defied it on solid grounds. You were a damn challenge that ignited something dull in himself and when he looked at you without the mask, embarrassingly he had a damn unchecked hard-on; delicate and soft features, you were beautiful and with a tender air that sweetened your image but that your mischievous eyes rendered toxically sweet. When he recruited you he had not listened well to your data, distracted by the way you fought, but he listened well after the mission to what land you came from and it sounded familiar, almost like deja vu (his fault that he was captivated by the mere image of her).

🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! I had had to work close to you since you were new to the headquarters but you seemed eager to learn, to collaborate and participate. You were someone pleasant but not invasive, optimistic but not bordering on over the top and with a particular sense of humor (always deny that you made him laugh a couple of times). But as the days went by and you went on missions together he noticed how you were somewhat similar to someone close, it was as if you shared something with someone you knew. Miguel didn't inquire any further, you asked for it and he complied with your request. So time went by and you were sneaking under his skin, between his ribs to get to his heart although he tried to stop it in a thousand possible ways because he was in a serious relationship but with every talk, glances met, shared anecdotes, signs of affection that respected his limits and shared time you just sneaked into his soul, it was impossible not to think of you.

🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! He had to pretend not to be surprised when he looked at you in his partner's house (at that moment he didn't know about your family) opening the door with a soft groan of irritation and recognized your voice, your scent and the rhythm created by your heartbeat. Miguel could only remain speechless and only admired you for a few seconds as you did, just an awkward exchange of glances (he never wants to remember that disconsolate look in your eyes). Only for the awkward moment to be cut short by your mother with hurried introductions and chatter in which everyone sat in the living room, things Miguel didn't hear because he kept his eyes on you; in short and somewhat disheveled pajamas (you were still cute), you both share a glance between the sea of words emerging from his partner and your mother, until he dares to say or rather ask you to call him 'papa' you just go with the flow with a tense smile, you say nothing either (he would never say what whipped his mind).

🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! He starts to get to know you more in the comfort of your home, and simply falls in love with you; every flaw, virtue, and particularity fascinated them. So he begins to spoil you with your tastes; if you mention that a food pleases you he goes out of his way to make it or take you to a restaurant to satiate that craving (he forces himself to ignore how your sweet whimpers when you taste his food are not reproduced when he was with your mother), if on a family outing he catches you looking at something in a shop window it only takes a day before you find him in your bed, and he begins to show you physical and emotional affection and to be present in your life in a special way. Your mother is on cloud nine, her new partner accepts her daughter without any problem and even does what your biological father never did.

🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! He is a total sweetheart to you, and that starts to play with your mind in a good way due to his specific attention, his innocent touches brushing against areas of your body that border on private and his lingering kisses, his lips making a nice steady pressure on your cheek, you fell at his feet (little did you know Miguel would be able to kiss the ground you walk on), and there is a small ember of guilt given that you love your mother but also hated her for her zero care for you and little to no interest in you as a daughter. It was a shame that she didn't want you as a daughter because you didn't want her as a mother either, so getting into your new stepfather's pants wasn't so much to blame. But all your mother could see was that her partner was affectionate with you, attentive and almost like the father you never had and she always smiled encouragingly at her partner's good treatment of you and you of her new partner, on that occasion you could only laugh as you carefully rubbed your butt in your stepfather's lap.

You had heard his breathing hitch as you brought the snacks for movie night and leaned across the table from him before falling into his lap. Through your heightened senses you could hear his racing heartbeat and when he placed his larger hands on your hips you felt your fingertips on his skin savoring the warmth and rapidity of his blood circulating in his veins as you settled better into his lap leaning against his broad, muscular chest. Miguel almost covered you completely, barely your head reached his collarbones and without foreseeing it you squeezed your legs together. You both suddenly relaxed when your mother and her partner came into the living room with the drinks (Miguel couldn't ignore the lack of the drink you asked him to bring you as a favor but his and hers). "I am so glad you two are getting along so well!" Joyfully exclaimed the woman taking a seat at the other end of the couch between pillows before handing father and daughter a blanket which the younger one put to cover her legs and those of the older one who let her sit on his lap. The older woman could only smile contentedly at seeing you so affectionate with your partner "Are you comfortable?" Feeling naughty you settled better on your mother's partner's lap and took him by the arms making him wrap you snugly, you wordlessly affirmed feeling Miguel affirm the same. For your mother it was a pleasant evening. For Miguel it was hell, his hands were intertwined with his fingers on your belly and he knew with your movements you were taking his hands between your legs under the blanket, as normally as if nothing was happening until his palm was covering your crotch where from time to time you were rubbing yourself in his hand. You were a warning in itself, but he didn't deny that he was getting turned on by how your sweet scent was intensifying and sweetening even more, he knew where that sweetish aroma that graced your normal scent came from; it was that of your honey emanating from your sweet pussy being made even more delicious by the racing beat of your heart. That day you both had ended up in hidden kisses in the kitchen when your mother was asleep on the couch, you felt guilty? They lied to each other saying yes when it wasn't so. ||

🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! That night when they kissed you had been chaste and innocent kisses, completely different from how Miguel touched you when he was hugging you, big hands squeezing your waist tightly and touching your ass mercilessly, almost as if he was taking the stress out bruising you.

🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! It was over breaking up when they are alone one night, you all pretty leaning against his side snuggled comfortably and relaxed with your small hand on his abdomen drawing circles on his t-shirt not paying much attention to him but by the way he had his hand on your hips without much intention he felt the thin strip of something over the waistband of your tiny shorts that barely covered the entirety of your ass, It was as if you really hypnotized him the instant he caught your bright gaze on his face, you smiled sweetly without looking away and it was as if there was magnetism between the two of you that you slowly came closer kissing each other. It had started innocently with chaste and harmless kisses, just your soft lips on his but Miguel felt how little by little you were handling him to your liking and way, until you were in his lap with his tongue deep in your mouth and his big hands groping you shamelessly. That day they could not continue as your mother interrupted him in the middle leaving you wet and him with an almost raging erection, but Miguel had reassured you before he left.

🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! Who begins to avoid your mother's affection on the pretext of being tired, which in itself is not as such a lie at all since he did get tired of his jobs and of an insatiable young girl who couldn't seem to get enough of him.

🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! He is ecstatic at how you are so bold to make out with him, with your tender tongue almost failing his mouth within earshot of your mother at the risk of being overheard (he can't ignore your infectious giggles between kisses) and hidden barely in the hallway. And he couldn't deny you anything with his hands on your sweet body, groping you hard and smacking your buttocks as punishment. It wouldn't do to get caught.

🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! He was intoxicated with you, you were the person who made him fall in love with just a blink of an eye and even more with how daring you were, how behind your mother's back at the table you bent over slightly spreading your legs in the kitchen where he could see you well to give him a clear view that you were wearing nothing under your skirt just your pretty little pussy on display to his eyes which distracted him from whatever he was talking to your mother and when your mother turned around you were gone. You were an expert at getting him hard in seconds.

🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! He fucked you for the first time at headquarters, at his desk he had just ripped your tight Spiderwoman costume at the crotch promising to give you a better costume.

Miguel walked his tongue all over your pussy from the drooling entrance to your little pearl to which he devoted more attentions feeling you trembling, he held your legs wide open feeling your strength to be reckoned with trying to close your pretty legs but he avoided it with his sheer strength too, he had to have space between them to be able to eat you as he had dreamed so much. Like a pretty girl like you deserved. He had lost count of the erections you gave him when you displayed yourself before his eyes; lifting up the skirts you liked to wear giving him views of the lack of panties or thongs that left little to the imagination, how he lifted your blouses behind your mother giving him a view of your perky tits or how you had hot kissing sessions near where your mother was. And now, in that instant he was finally tasting the delicious honey dripping from your sweet pussy on his tongue. "D-daddy I'm going to c-c-come" you whimpered squeezing his head between your thighs tighter and taking his calloused and larger hands between your hands intertwining his fingers tightly as you removed them from your legs. You felt so sensitive, as your body tensed and the knot in your belly tightened as it loosened, the beginnings of your orgasm were not the same as the ones you brought on yourself with your fingers this one ran from your head to your toes and you felt slightly frightened, it was so much that it managed to overwhelm you in a way you had never felt before, you squeezed his hands and closed your eyes clearing your vision only to have it cloud over again and it was so much, so much but you couldn't get enough "E-eat me more d-daddy." And that alone dictated a clear sentence for your battered body that convulsed in the major's mouth, almost riding his face in search of prolonging your climax. Miguel swallowed all that your sweet center oozed from your needy hole, every drop of honey he wiped with his tongue until you came down from your orgasmic stupor but kept rubbing your pussy over his mouth gently letting out soft, needy whimpers. "Did you like it my girl?" mockingly questioned Miguel getting up from his previous position without letting go of your beautiful hands, shamelessly licking his lips savoring the last drops of your sweet climax catching you self-conscious. You barely managed to listen carefully and laughed, you couldn't help it your orgasm had whipped you so hard you felt overwhelmed, lost in something fluffy. "I really liked it" you replied watching as Miguel leaned over your body to kiss you, you could taste yourself on his lips even though you had done it before when you made yourself cum with your fingers only and took them into your mouth sucking them until you fucked your mouth with them but the very conception of making out with the man you liked after he ate you so voraciously turned you on even more as he sucked your tongue before running all over the inside of your mouth to part and breathe both of you, sharing breath "Will you fuck me?" Miguel smiled before kissing you again, your sweet lips and bright eyes catching him nonchalantly, almost as if he couldn't escape and it's not like he wanted to either.