Step-Dad Mistakes Step-Daughter for Wife in Dark Bedroom – Big Creampie Surprise

The bedroom was pitch black except for the faint blue glow from the LED strip behind the headboard. Michael had just gotten off a late shift, his work boots still by the front door. He stripped down in the hallway, leaving his shirt and jeans in a pile, too tired to care. The house was quiet—kids supposedly asleep, wife probably already out cold after dealing with dinner and laundry.

He pushed the master bedroom door open slowly so it wouldn’t creak. The fan spun lazily overhead, stirring warm air that smelled faintly of laundry detergent and whatever body spray Ashley used. He figured Maria was under the covers like usual, curled on her side, waiting for him to slide in and maybe fool around if she wasn’t too wiped.

Michael climbed onto the bed, mattress dipping under his weight. He reached out in the dark, hand landing on a smooth hip. Skin felt warmer than expected, softer. He grinned to himself—Maria must’ve skipped the old T-shirt tonight. His fingers traced down, finding the curve of an ass in tiny cotton panties.

“Fuck, you feel good tonight,” he muttered low, voice rough from the day.

No answer, just a small hitch in breathing. He pressed closer, cock already half-hard against her thigh. His hand slipped under the waistband, finding bare pussy—smooth, already slick. She must’ve been touching herself before he got home. That got him fully hard fast.

He tugged the panties down just enough, not bothering to take them off completely. She shifted a little, legs parting slightly like an invitation. Michael didn’t wait. He spit into his palm, slicked his cock, and lined up. One slow push and he was inside—tight, hot, gripping him like she hadn’t in weeks.

“Shit, babe,” he groaned, starting to thrust shallow at first. “You’re so fucking wet.”

A soft whimper came from the pillow. Not words, just sound. He took it as encouragement, hips picking up speed. The bed creaked with each push, headboard tapping the wall lightly. He kept one hand on her hip, the other sliding up under her tank top to grab a tit—smaller than he remembered, but firm, nipple hard against his palm.

He fucked harder, skin slapping skin in the quiet room. Sweat started beading on his back. The smell of sex mixed with the faint vanilla from whatever lotion she used. Her breathing turned ragged, little gasps every time he bottomed out.

“You like that?” he panted. “Taking my cock like a good girl?”

Another whimper, higher this time. Her hips rocked back to meet him—clumsy at first, then matching his rhythm. Michael felt her clench around him, pussy fluttering. He reached down, fingers finding her clit, rubbing messy circles.

“Come on, cum for me,” he urged. “Want to feel you squeeze me.”

She tensed, body shaking. A muffled cry into the pillow as she came, walls pulsing hard around his cock. That pushed him close. He gripped her hips tighter, slamming in deep a few more times.

“Fuck—gonna cum inside you,” he grunted.

He buried himself balls-deep and unloaded. Thick spurts flooded her, warm and messy. He kept thrusting through it, milking every drop until he was spent. His cock twitched inside her as he caught his breath, still half-hard.

After a minute he pulled out slowly. Cum leaked out immediately, slicking her thighs. He chuckled low. “Damn, that was quick. You okay, babe?”

He rolled her toward him gently, wanting to kiss her neck like always. His hand brushed hair from her face—and froze.

The faint blue light caught long dark hair, full lips parted, eyes wide and glassy. Not Maria.

Ashley.

His step-daughter.

Eighteen last month, home from college break. The hot brunette he’d tried not to notice strutting around in shorts all week.

“Oh fuck,” Michael whispered, heart hammering.

Ashley stared back, cheeks flushed, chest rising fast. Cum still dripped from her pussy onto the sheets. She didn’t scream, didn’t bolt. Just bit her lip, eyes flicking down to where his cock glistened wet between them.

“I… thought you were Mom,” he stammered, voice cracking. “The room was dark, I—shit, Ashley, I’m so sorry.”

She swallowed hard. “I know.”

“You… what?”

“I heard you come in,” she said quietly. “Mom’s asleep in the guest room—she had a headache. I was… touching myself. Then you came in and I… froze. Then it felt good. Really good.”

Michael’s mouth went dry. “We can’t—this never happened. We—”

Ashley shifted closer, hand tentatively reaching out to touch his chest. “You came inside me. A lot.”

He groaned, cock twitching despite himself. “I know. Fuck. We need to clean up before—”

She cut him off with a small laugh, nervous but real. “Too late for that. Look at the mess.”

Sheets were damp, her thighs shiny. The room smelled like sex now, heavy and obvious.

Ashley looked up at him through her lashes. “It was… hot. You didn’t know. But I did. And I let you.”

Michael’s brain short-circuited. He should leave, shower, pretend this was a nightmare. Instead his hand moved on its own, cupping her cheek.

“You came hard,” he said hoarsely.

“Yeah.” She nodded. “Never came like that before.”

They stared at each other in the dim light. Down the hall, the fridge hummed. TV murmured faintly from the living room—some late-night rerun Maria left on.

Ashley leaned in, pressing her lips to his tentatively. Soft. Tasting like cherry ChapStick. Michael kissed back before he could think, hungry now.

When they broke apart, she whispered, “Mom won’t wake up for hours.”

He hesitated one last time. Then pulled her close again.

This time he took his time—kissing down her neck, sucking marks he’d have to hide later. Ashley arched, fingers in his hair. He pushed back inside her slowly, cum from before making it slick and easy.

“Fuck, you’re still so full of me,” he muttered against her skin.

She moaned softly. “Keep going. Please.”

He fucked her steady, deep strokes, bed creaking louder now. Ashley wrapped legs around him, heels digging into his ass. Their mouths crashed together, sloppy kisses, tongues messy.

He felt her building again—pussy tightening, breath hitching. “Gonna cum again,” she gasped.

“Do it,” he growled. “Cum on my cock, baby.”

She shattered quietly this time, biting his shoulder to muffle the cry. Michael followed right after, pumping another load deep, groaning into her neck.

They stayed locked together, panting. Sweat cooled on their skin.

After a minute Ashley giggled breathlessly. “We have to change the sheets.”

“Yeah.” Michael pulled out carefully, watching more cum leak out. “And shower. Separately.”

She nodded, but didn’t move yet. Just lay there, legs still spread a little, looking wrecked and satisfied.

Michael sat up, running a hand through his hair. “This… can’t happen again.”

Ashley smirked in the dark. “Sure, Dad.”

He winced at the word but felt his cock stir anyway.

Downstairs the oven timer beeped—Maria must’ve set it for leftovers or something. Reality crashed back.

“Go clean up,” he said quickly. “I’ll handle the bed.”

Ashley slipped out, grabbing her panties, tiptoeing to the bathroom. Michael stripped the sheets, balled them up, heart still racing.

In the laundry room he started the wash on quiet cycle. Upstairs the shower ran.

He leaned against the wall, replaying it all. The mistake. The heat. The way she clenched when he called her a good girl.

Fuck.

He was already half-hard again thinking about it.