Backseat with My Stepdaddy

I never thought I'd be intimate with my mother's boyfriend while she was just feet away.

It began during our family road trip. The car was too small, so I ended up perched on Alexander's lap.

"Is this okay, Isabella? Are you comfortable like this?"

"Y-Yes," I murmured softly. "It's... fine."

I shifted slightly, pressing myself against the hard ridge in his pants.

A thrill ran through me as I thought about what it would be like to feel him inside me.

"Funny," he said, his voice low. "Because I'm not comfortable at all, sweetheart."

"What do you mean?"

"Can't you tell? Can't you feel how much this hurts?" He rocked his hips upward, making me gasp.

"Maybe... you should free it then. I've heard it's not good to keep it trapped like that."

"Oh? Where did you learn that?"

"Just... things girls talk about at school. They say if you don't... take care of it... things can get painful."

"You're absolutely right, darling. I do need to take care of this. And you're going to help me."

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"Isabella, get in the car now!" My mother shouted.

Her voice echoed through the driveway.

"Our car is too small!" I protested. "How am I supposed to fit with all this junk?"

Another summer trip to Alexander's beach house.

My mother always overpacked for everything.

The sedan's trunk overflowed with supplies.

Clothes, water bottles, canned food, snacks.

And endless rolls of toilet paper.

"Maybe Isabella has a point," a deep voice said behind me.

Alexander stood there, looking concerned.

"We should leave some things behind."

My mother immediately rejected the idea.

"Absolutely not!" she snapped. "This is an eight-hour drive! We need every essential!"

Her paranoia was showing again.

I turned to face Alexander.

My mother's incredibly attractive boyfriend.

His athletic physique and sun-kissed hair defied his age.

People often mistook him for my boyfriend.

The thought always made me flush.

"Why don't you two go without me?" I suggested. "I'm eighteen. I can manage alone."

My mother wouldn't hear of it.

"This might be our last family trip before college," she insisted. "You're coming with us."

I sighed in resignation.

Once my mother made up her mind, there was no changing it.

"Your daughter needs space to sit," Alexander pointed out. "I don't want her uncomfortable for eight hours."

His words actually made my mother pause.

When Alexander spoke, she listened.

That's how it worked in our house.

"Fine," my mother said. "Isabella can sit in the back with you."

Alexander looked surprised. "Excuse me?"

"Just move some things to the front seat," she explained. "Then Isabella can sit on your lap."

"You want her on my lap?" he exclaimed. "Why can't she sit on yours?"

"Because I'll be driving," my mother stated simply.

"Why are you driving?" Alexander countered. "It's my family's beach house."

"Your driving terrifies me," she said. "Remember last year's incident?"

"THAT WAS ONE TIME!" he protested.

I remembered it well.

Alexander had accelerated suddenly on an empty road.

The burst of speed shocked us both.

My mother never let him forget it.

"Fine," Alexander relented. "But let's keep this appropriate, understand?"

"Shouldn't I have some say in this?" I interjected.

They both ignored me.

I decided not to argue further.

Something felt different about Alexander's quick agreement.

Usually, their arguments lasted much longer.

I settled onto Alexander's lap and closed the car door.

My summer dress provided little comfort as I shifted positions.

"Isabella, stop moving," Alexander said quietly. "Try to sit still."

"Sorry," I mumbled. "This is awkward."

"Strange," he mused. "You used to love sitting on my lap."

"That was years ago!" My cheeks heated. "I'm an adult now!"

"Not to me," he chuckled. "You'll always be my little girl."

His strong arms encircled my waist, holding me securely.

Embarrassment warmed my face.

Being held like a child should have felt humiliating.

But Alexander's warmth felt surprisingly comforting.

Somehow, being in his arms felt right.

For the next hour, I listened to their familiar bickering.

My mother didn't appreciate how good Alexander was to her.

I couldn't understand why he stayed.

Eventually, exhaustion overtook me.

My eyes closed, and I slept peacefully in his embrace.

The car's sudden stop woke me.

We were at a remote gas station.

My mother was outside, filling the tank.

Alexander slept beneath me.

A blanket covered my shoulders.

I appreciated the thoughtful gesture.

Snuggling closer, I prepared to sleep again.

Then I felt it.

Something firm pressed against my thigh.

My body stiffened.