After all, I take pride in maintaining my looks. It’s vain and self-centered, but we’re all judged on how we look no matter what any therapist says about “focusing on the inside” or “ignoring societal mores.” Hell, with the advent of the internet, men are judged just as harshly as women these days, and a lot of dudes get left-swiped because their bellies are flabby and their jaws weak. Hell no. I’m not letting that happen to me. Even if I need to wake up at four a.m. to get my workout in, it's going to get done because staying fit and healthy are priorities for me.
Yet with all the talk about looks, I don’t date a lot actually. Sure, ladies come and go, don’t get me wrong. I get my share of pussy because I’m hardly celibate. But I tend to use professionals because I’m stuck in a sordid rut, and finding it hard to clamber out. Even worse, all of the women I date are blonde, busty, andbeautiful, with an innocent look in their eyes and a particular way of smiling at me that makes my heart race.
After all, I fell for a young woman a while back, and I haven’t been able to forget her since. Her name is Haley Monroe, and she was my stepdaughter. It’s fucked up and wrong.Sofucked up and wrong, in fact, that I had to divorce her mother in order to distance myself from temptation. The young woman was underage and living under my roof at the time, and I couldn’t go there. My cock stiffened every time we were in the same room, and despite being a depraved motherfucker, I couldn’t do it. I was married to hermother, for crying out loud.
But it started out innocently enough. I met my ex through Haley, actually, because Haley and my daughter were middle school friends. How the two of them got to be buddies, I have no idea because Emma is spunky, vivacious and outgoing, while Haley is demure, sweet, and kind. But opposites attract, and soon the two seventh graders were close chums. They did everything together, and of course, I met Haley’s mom soon enough.
Back then, my ex was a looker. Brenda was in her late 30’s, but her age hadn’t started to show yet, and she could have passed for twenty-five. She was a gorgeous blonde with flowing hair, cornflower eyes, and of course a busty figure. I’m into women with curves because broomsticks have never been my thing. I like a female with assets that I can squeeze and enjoy, and Brenda delivered one hundred percent.
After a whirlwind courtship, we were married in a picture-perfect ceremony with just our daughters present. It was sweet. Both Haley and Emma were bridesmaids, and the two girls were giggly with excitement. They loved their matching pink dresses, and of course, my bride was resplendent in a mermaid gown that highlighted her generous assets.
So life was sweet ... for a while, that is. Brenda and her daughter moved in with Emma and me, and it was great. We enjoyed the big house on the lake, and the first year or two was filled with plenty of sucking and fucking to my heart’s content. Brenda took my seed non-stop, and I enjoyed giving it to my new wife in every position. Meanwhile, Haley and Emma did whatever eighth grade girls do. They were on their phones a lot, and were caught up in a mix of middle-school dances, rehearsing with the majorette team, as well as mooning over whatever pimply boys they had crushes on.
But when high school rolled around, everything changed. First, Brenda had a bad fall. It’s my fault because my house is huge, and the back stairs leading to the garage have always been a bit rickety and steep. Brenda decided to use the stairs one morning, and she tumbled down the entire flight, landing in an ungraceful heap at the bottom. I still remember the screams. They were blood-curling, filled with agony and despair, and of course, I rushed her to the hospital asap.
Then there were tests. And more tests. And more doctor’s appointments, and medication by the truckful. My wife blew-up like a balloon, and not in a good way either. What had formerly been proportional and sassy became distorted and gross. Her eyes disappeared behind mountainous cheeks, and her mass was so great that she literally couldn’t use the scale at her doctor’s office. We had to go to the hospital to use a special reinforced scale kept in the bariatric unit, and it was humiliating for everyone involved. Brenda’s cheeks were pale and her eyes oddly hot and dry as she was helped onto the weighing platform, and frankly, the ordeal reminded me of a farm animal being weighed at auction. Moreover, the doctor didn’t have the heart to tell us what Brenda’s weight was that day. He merely hemmed andhawed about “finding the right balance” and making sure that we had a “holistic approach to health.”
Sure, my ex dieted. She hit the gym downstairs, and we had a personal trainer come in five times a week to take her through various exercises. But the long and the short of it is that my wife was severely injured during the fall, and had to take a boatload of medication that caused her to balloon hideously. This wasn’t someone with a runaway appetite which could be quelled by Ozempic. This was someone who couldn’t survive without a handful of steroids and pain meds each morning, just to make life bearable.
I was resigned to the situation. After all, everyone knows that you don’t ditch your partner just because she’s going through a medical crisis. What kind of man would that make me? I’d promised to stick with Brenda through better or worse, and I intended to keep those vows. But at the same time, I’m still a man, and I have full faculty of all five senses. I’m also a man with a voracious appetite for sex, and without Brenda to satisfy those needs, I began to notice other women.
Specifically, I began to notice my stepdaughter. I know how fucked up it sounds, but it started innocuously enough. Again, Haley and Emma were on the majorette team together, and by now, they were in high school. They were always prancing around in sparkly red and white outfits with short skirts that barely covered their ass cheeks. The tops weren’t much more than a bra with a glittery “SG” emblazoned on the front, and the girls did their hair in bouncy ponytails tied with red and white ribbons.
“Hi Dad,” Emma said in a breezy tone as she and Haley sailed into the kitchen one afternoon. “Whatcha doing?”
I was home early from work that day and making myself a sandwich at the island countertop. But upon catching sight of Haley, the knife fell out of my hand and onto the floor with a loud clatter. Thank fuck, because it gave me an opportunity to bend over and hide for a moment, collecting myself at the sight of the beautiful girl.
After all, what happened to the sweet little munchkin with pigtails and a gap-toothed smile? I remembered Haley as being super-skinny the way children are, with scrawny arms and legs, and more than few scabs on her knees. But the young woman standing before me now had filled out. Haley had the body of a woman, with the biggest breasts I’d ever seen on a teenage girl, a narrow waist, and lush hips. Her thighs were thick and golden, revealing long legs that ended in a cute pair of white sneakers.
“Hey Mr. Wheaton,” she greeted while popping a strawberry in her mouth and shooting me a winsome smile. “You’re home from work early.”
I almost couldn’t talk. The air in my lungs vanished, and my cock was already hard just from being in the vicinity of this young blonde goddess.
“Hey Haley,” I managed to croak out. “You know you don’t have to call me Mr. Wheaton. You can call me Chase.”
“Or how about “Daddy”?” my daughter interjected, rolling her eyes while smiling. “That would be so funny. You’d be “Dad” to me, and “Daddy” to Haley. Wouldn’t that be hysterical?”
“Daddy,” Haley tried out in a soft tone, rolling the word on her tongue. “How does it sound, Mr. Wheaton? I think it’s cute.”
Holy fuck! Just hearing the word “Daddy” on those glossy pink lips made my cock jerk. My stiffie literally hardened to iron andlet out a spurt of pre-cum in the depths of my pants, unable to contain itself at the tantalizing sound of Haley’s soft voice. Fuck fuck fuck! How do I get myself out of this mess?
Mumbling like a fool, I made some excuse about having to jump on a Zoom call and quickly rushed out of the kitchen. I could hear the girls giggling behind me, and my stepdaughter even called out, “But what about your sandwich, Mr. Wheaton? I think you forgot it.”
Goddamn the sandwich. Goddamn teenage girls and the radiance emanating from my stepdaughter’s body, as if she were sunlight personified. Goddamn the gleam of her golden hair, and the unspeakable lushness behind that tiny cheerleading outfit. I wanted to ravage the young woman, and to make her moan and cry out my name. I wanted to hear her murmur “Daddy” a thousand times before I pressed a kiss to those pink lips, and then to cry out “Daddy!” as I drove my cock deep into the wetness of her tight pink snatch.
But these thoughts were wrong and I swore that I would control myself. Haley was probably only sixteen at the time, and as a result, I promised myself that I’d be nothing but a respectful father around the house. Yet, I couldn’t help butseebecause Haley seemed to be everywhere after that incident. She was at the breakfast table, helping herself to a bowl of Lucky Charms while shooting me a winsome smile with her blonde hair mussed and dressed in nothing but a tiny pajama top with matching short-shorts. She was sunning herself by the pool, wearing a purple string bikini which made me have visions of pushing the triangles off her big breasts before sucking tenderly at a pink nipple. She was at the grand piano, dressed in a floaty white thing that made her look like an angel as her small fingers flew magically over the keys.
So I fought an internal battle against my attraction, and became grumpy and withdrawn as a result. I tried my best to act normal but it was tough going, and I know I came off like a bear most days. Even worse, Brenda thought it was her fault. Of course, my wife and I were no longer having sex because of her medical condition, but she thought that I hated her because of her new body, when it actually had nothing to do with the weight she’d gained. The problem was I was attracted to her daughter, and nothing could shake the magnetic pull that Haley had on me.
I battled with myself. I gave myself many stern dressings-down, and took cold showers while praying to be absolved of my sins. But shit hit the fan one night when I passed by the bathroom on the second floor. I’d come home late from work, and was grumpy and tired, not to mention exhausted from a work trip earlier that week. But as I made my way up the stairs, I heard a soft, lilting melody waft down the hall, and my steps slowed. Could it be... ? What the fuck? The girls’ bedrooms were on the third floor, but there’s a large marble tub in the second floor bathroom, and it was a quiet Friday night. Was Haley using the peace and quiet to enjoy a hot bath?
I should have turned the other way and skedaddled. I should have sped up and walked right by the bathroom with my eyes fixed on the floor. But my self-discipline was worn thin after a rough week, and my steps slowly came to a halt in front of the bathroom. One hand reached up, and when I pushed the door, sure enough, it inched open just a tiny bit, letting out a waft of humid steam. Then, I peeked inside and the sight made me harden immediately.
Haley was in the tub, her golden hair piled high on her head and her skin flushed a moist pink from the heat. She had a distracted smile on those plush lips as she smiled to herself, singing amelodic ditty while reaching up to pop a bobble floating in the air. That’s when I saw. Her arm came up out of the water, and her torso rose from the white bubbles to reveal huge, glistening breasts. They had to be at least Double D’s, and were golden and lush with hard pink crests just begging to be sucked.
“Oh diddy, diddy,” Haley hummed to herself before popping the bubble. “See how Liddy takes the diddy.”
Her words were nonsensical and the tune unrecognizable. But I didn’t give a fuck because another bubble wafted by in the humid bathroom, and this time, Haley reached even higher to pop the iridescent globe. Her breasts revealed themselves fully this time, huge and luscious, glistening with water as my cock jerked again, desperate to be inside the young woman. I wanted to pull her out of the tub and bury myself in that tight snatch before worshipping at her breasts. I wanted to watch as she knelt before me, luscious and gleaming, before pulling down her chin and inserting my dick between those pink lips. Even worse, I wanted Haley on all fours on my bed, wailing with pleasure as I took her from behind, filling her with loads of virile spunk.
