Incest

Just as she always did, Lisa stopped in the doorway and told my son to go and start the car for her. And just like always, he did. Just like always, she made sure that Charlie wasn’t looking and turned back to give me a goodbye kiss. And before she did, just like always, Lisa cupped my face in her hand and whispered in my ear, “You can take me if you want to.”

She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and turned and walked down the sidewalk to the car and her husband.

I shook my head in amazement. Admiring her cool. Missed opportunities. Wishing I was younger. Wondering what went on inside their marriage. Imagining actually taking her up on her offer.

Lisa had met my son in college. I didn’t know at first just what had attracted them to each other. She wasn’t particularly beautiful, but she was pretty enough, with long dark hair and had a killer set of legs. She wore glasses, and they gave her the air of a librarian, which fit her personality to a “T.” Lisa was a quiet girl, with a soft laugh and a gentle soul. The more I got to know her, the more I got to like her. Still waters, and all that. (more…)

I had always been Daddy’s good little girl. I never did anything bad, I was always home before 9 pm, and I kept the house neat and tidy, and on top of all that I was still a pure virgin even though I was almost entering my 20s. But that all changed one warm April night. I was in the kitchen making dinner, Daddy hadn’t been feeling too well lately, he’d been complaining that his head was hurting, so I thought I’d make something simple. I thought some lemon chicken with a Caesar salad would be nice. I’d finished with the chicken and placed it in the oven. While I was waiting for the chicken I decided to work on the salad. Then Daddy walked up behind me and put his arms around my waist. I was a little startled. I hadn’t even heard him come in. Daddy kissed my cheek and took a long sniff and then sighed, “Something smells good.”

“The chicken will be ready soon Daddy,” I said. (more…)

I woke up one morning and signed on to AOL as I always do to check my email. The familiar voice saying “You’ve Got Mail” didn’t surprise me; I always had mail. Almost all of it was junk but the last message caught my eye; It was a message from a website I had an account in.

Curious, I double clicked to find a message from an older man finding interest in my profile and in me and wanting an email back. He gave me a brief description of his looks: 6′3, Blonde hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders.

At first I wasn’t interested, but figured I would give him the common courtesy of replying. “Hey thanks for the email but I’m not exactly interested in anything right now. Thanks though!”

I figured that would be good. I really wasn’t interested in some online role-playing or whatever it was he wanted. I’m 18 years old and that just seemed to be like I was lowering myself and my standards. Many see me as pretty, even beautiful. I never used to believe it until I started to see myself in a new light. I have long chocolate brown hair reaching to the middle of my back, fair skin and beautiful green eyes. (more…)

When you get older, your outlook towards things changes. My daughter, Marilynn, introduced me to a side of life that I was completely unaware of. Now, less than a month later, I have more things to tell you about. Marilynn, Steve, and I have been living in what could only be described as a sexual paradise. At any time, if one of the three of us are in the mood for sex, either or both of the other two can be persuaded to help out. I have had more sex over the past month than I had through the entire 18 years that I was married to Angie. I am not saying that sex was lacking in my marriage, Angie and I had sex on the average of three times a week throughout that entire time. No, I wasn’t lacking, but since my daughter and her friend, Steve, showed me the active lifestyle that I had been missing, we have sex on an average of three times a day! (more…)

“Oh Daddy!” I squealed as I hugged him. “I have not seen you in years.”

“I know my little Sweet Sweet,” he looked me up and down. “You’ve grown into a beautiful woman.”

I knew I was not the same as I was when I was nine. My parents divorced when I was 7 and we all ended up moving to different states. I came back to my hometown for I knew home is where the heart is. I bought the three-bedroom house we use to live in from our renters. I am doing well for a girl of 19. (Plus our house was pretty much paid off as it was. Parents were saving it for me.)

“Oh, do come in Daddy. Would you like some coffee?” I asked him.

“I-er- coffee? Yes, yes I would like some,” he stammered. (more…)

I am diabolical. Brilliant, but diabolical. I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but I don’t have anyone else to tell now. I mean, why go through all the effort if you’re the only one who gets to enjoy it. You see, my plan was perfect and if it wasn’t for old Saint Nick, I would have gotten away with it. Well, I guess I should tell you the story first, its long and I don’t have much time left now.

It all started nineteen years ago. My wife and I had recently been wed and were living a happy life. There were no complaints from either of us. We made great money, had great sex, and were both young and attractive. That was the life. There was no question in my mind that I was content. It kept going that way, until one year, we went home for Christmas. Although my wife wouldn’t find out, it was the strangest Christmas that I ever could have imagined. I found out that my sisters were having sex with my father.

Honestly, it was a complete accident. I just couldn’t sleep one night with all the excitement of the holidays and went downstairs to get some milk. To my dismay, there were my two beautiful older sisters having sex with my father. They did it for hours, the three of them. He was all dressed up in his red velvet Santa costume for the season and they were busy playing with the package he had for them. My oldest sister, Lucy, was sitting on his head, and Sally, the next in line, was crouched between his fur covered boots giving him a blowjob to celebrate the season. (more…)

Daddy had shown me something new, something exciting, and every day I would crawl into bed and play with myself. I had never done it before, I was hesitant at first, but quickly I became more comfortable with running my fingers through my pussy, settling firmly on my little clit. I learned what made me feel good, how to grind my hips into the bed, to let myself moan and call out, to slip my fingers deep into my pussy. I used the handle of my hairbrush in my cunt as I rubbed my clit, pushed it in and pulled it out, as deeply as felt comfortable. Over the course of the week, when I first got home from school and went to do my homework, and at night after everyone went to bed, I would furtively rub myself, and pull at my nipples, until finally I became more and more comfortable with letting myself go, letting orgasm slip over my body, rush through my brain. It was such a wonderful feeling I wanted it all the time.

That Saturday night, I made myself cum, my fingers slipping between my small, wet pussy and my firm clit, bouncing and grinding against the bed, small pants “oh..oh..oh” issuing from my lips, softly so my family couldn’t hear me, and then I fell asleep deeply, the satisfying slumber of orgasm. And then I was gently waking up. It was happening again. I was cold, I could feel the airconditioning across my body, and my legs were being pulled apart. It was daddy.

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came home early from work one day during the summer to find my teenage daughter home as well. She was getting ready to go for a swim in a bathing suit I had never seen before. It was a white string bikini with a turquoise string. She looked so hot with her long blond hair a little messy and her tits standing up straight barely covered by tiny triangles of fabric being pulled to the sides of her tits. I liked the way she looked and I didn’t mind staring even though she is my daughter. I don’t know if she knew I was looking at her like I would like to kiss her sexy tits that very second she was too busy looking for something in the kitchen.

“What do you need honey?” I asked her as she rummaged through a drawer.

“I was looking for some batteries Daddy, and Oooh goody here they are.” (more…)

I first realized that I loved my father more than just as his daughter when I turned thirteen. This is when I began to go through the stages of puberty and became interested in my sexuality. I begun having nightly fantasies and would timidly touch my budding breasts and hairless pussy. After a few weeks of this new-found pleasure, it suddenly hit me who I thought of as my mystery man who was helping me explore these new feelings: my father.
At forty six he was well-toned and still the ever-charming man that my mother fell in love with. My fantasies began increasing each night and I would masturbate myself into frenzy thinking about all of the wonderfully erotic ways my father could pleasure my young body.
Even though I did not want to hurt my mother, I still knew that someday I would have my daddy for myself. My parents and I had always been close so I did not hesitate to sit down with my mother and ask her what she thought was the best way for me to seduce a man.
Looking back, I can tell that she was shocked by my question especially because I was only thirteen and obviously still a virgin. However, I know that she did not want to scare me away from her, so she calmly asked me who the boy was and I told her that it was not a boy I desired, but a man.
I bet she was really freaking out at this point, but she kept her cool and continued to ask me about the situation. However, I did not want to divulge too many details for fear that she would find out the man that I craved also happened to be her husband and my father. (more…)

It was two days after my thirteenth birthday, I remember that well since we had had a huge party for me becoming a teenager. It was hot summer, with air conditioning running in each room of our old house, making it cold and cosy in the bedrooms. I woke up slowly to the presence of someone in my room, slowly rubbing my back, and I looked down to see my daddy sitting next to me on the bed. The clock shone 2:00 am. His hand was up under the blankets, slowly rubbing my naked back and making forays down across my ass cheeks. I looked down at him and we locked eyes– he knew now I was awake, but I didn’t move away from him. I love my daddy. I trust him. I was curious.

His let his hand linger on my bottom, and then work its way down between my legs, pushing them slowly open. I let them fall apart, and he caressed carefully between my thighs, into the folds of my labia, then pulled upwards along my bottom and across my ass hole. I squirmed—that made me a little uncomfortable—and he pulled his hand out from under the blanket. “It’s ok sweetheart. I won’t hurt you” he said as he stood up and loosened his pants. He pulled the blanket off of my naked body. “You look so beautiful. So grown up.” He sat back down next to my naked form. “Roll over, baby” he said, and I did. It was cold, my small nipples stood up in the cool of the air conditioning. Daddy licked his lips. “Beautiful.” (more…)

Chrissy was mad. She was fifteen years old and she hadn’t been on a single date.

It wasn’t because she was unpopular. Lots of kids at her school liked her and wanted to be around her.

It wasn’t because she was ugly. Her 5″ 6″ frame supported breasts that were a handful each, tipped with sharp little pencil eraser sized nipples just made to suck on. Below that were her thin waist and hips that any baby-bearing woman would love to have. Her cute little pussy lips were pink and plump and nestled just below fine wisps of golden pubic hair. Her face was gorgeous. She was a knockout.

No, the reason Chrissy had never been on a date was because of her father, one John Robinson by name.

He wasn’t mean or anything. He just remembered what he tried to do with 15 year old girls when he was, say thirteen through nineteen. For that matter he lusted after Chrissy’s friends regularly and would gladly plow their sweet teen furrows if it didn’t mean he’d end up in prison. He knew what boys thought about when they looked at his daughter, and he had decided a long time ago that she wasn’t going to be exposed to groping strangers out for a quick fuck and then on to the next girl.

To be fair, any boy she wanted to spend time with was welcome to come to the house and they could watch TV, or make something to eat, or play board games on the dining room table. Anything except be alone, especially in a bedroom. (more…)

I was so excited, just me and my Dad alone. I was always trying to make him proud and please him. He was always so busy working, there were so many nights I went to sleep before he returned home. Then when he was home, I had to share him with my mother and brother. But during the summer I had turned 18 my brother went away to camp and I stayed home. My mother was busy golfing , so I spent most of my time alone.

One Thursday night my father announced to me to pack some clothes for the weekend, he was taking me camping. I was so happy! I remember dancing back to my bedroom to pack some things. Just me and Daddy! I couldn”t remember when we were alone last. I put together some things and went to sleep with a big smile on my face. I was going to be really good, maybe Daddy would want to spend more time with me.

I was so happy sitting next to my Dad in the car. Listening to the radio, watching the beautiful scenery go by. I would occasionally find myself looking at my Dad. I was just amazed that he took the time to be with me alone. I felt so fortunate. (more…)

“You can see the problem, this storm out over the ocean,” the air traffic controller pointed to the weather map on his computer screen. Jim nodded, he could see the tight lines of the isobars indicating the deep depression and the arrows indicating high winds.
“The weather office reckons the storm will be here in about three hours. Down here at the airport it will be minus ten and wind gusts up to 50mph. Up in the mountains minus 40 and gusts over 80. It’ll be with us for about three days. Maybe three feet of snow”

Jim cursed. This was supposed to be his farewell treat for his daughter Vicki. She had just left school and had won a scholarship to a overseas university. He had intended to take her on a mountain safari in his plane.
A few years earlier he had quit his city job to return to the mountains he loved. He had used the sale proceeds from his house to buy an elderly single engined Cessna. He specialized in flying tourists around the mountains on hunting and fishing trips, off trail skiing in winter and general sight-seeing.

Early on he realized he was working for his insurance company, his bank, aircraft maintenance companies and the government. His net income just about covered his living costs in a good year.
This didn’t concern him; he was in the mountains he loved, the safaris kept him fit and lean, he met a lot of different people, a few were difficult but most shared his thrill of being in the mountains. (more…)

After deflowering my daughter I was worried about the possible feelings that may be present over the next few days. Would she be upset? Would she feel bad? I didn’t need to worry as Kay seemed very happy and satisfied that she had allowed me to take her for the first time. I found myself replaying her image in my mind enjoying the look she had when she felt my cock inside her. I got hard thinking how she arched her back and her tight cunt became tighter as she reached an orgasm. She had looked me in the eyes when I filled her with cum.

That weekend I was laying in bed enjoying a lazy day while my wife Cathy was beside me.
“How tight was her pussy?”
“Oh…I never had one like that.”
“I bet you’re only the first of many to say that.”
“Ah…Cathy…”
“Oh come on…she’s going to take her panties off for a lot of guys.”

While she was talking Cathy had reached for my cock and stroked me hard. Now she pulled back the covers and took me in her mouth. She licked my balls and rubbed my cock on her face.

“My father wants to fuck Kay.”

It wasn’t what I was ready to hear. Cathy said it and then deep throated me. I was lying there with the image of me fucking my daughter and then her grandfather while my cock was as hard as ever. (more…)

Once Kay had become active, if only orally, there was ongoing discussion about sex in the house. Kay would talk to her mother, Cathy, about the man she had spent time with. Cathy would ask questions about cock size and how much Kay got into her mouth. Kay was nervous when they first started talking about this if front of me but I encouraged her to give details. I was finding the stories quite erotic even if it involved my 15yo daughter.

Cathy would tell Kay about men that she had been with. After looking at me for a moment, she began to talk to Kay about being with her father. They were sitting on the sofa, drinking their morning coffee, wearing oversized pj tops. As they had sat I realized that neither had on panties. As Cathy started to tell her story she had reached out and placed a hand on her daughter’s thigh.

“I want you to know…I have been with my dad.”
“Grandpa?”
“Yes, your grandfather.”
“And by been with…?”
“You know what I mean.”
“No…you always say to give details and be honest, so let’s hear it.”
“Ok. We’ve fucked and things many times.”
“What do you mean by and things?”

Cathy was a little red. She looked over at me and I knew there was something she hadn’t told me. She ran her hand up further on Kay’s thigh.

“I was already active at the time.”
“When did you start?”
“Let’s just say I was younger than you. Much younger. I went after my dad first but once we started he introduced me to things.”
“What did he do to you at first?”
“Sweetheart…I did suck him many times but he loved fucking me both in my pussy and my ass. You have to understand how much I love fucking. One night he was fucking me in the ass and my mother walked in. I was in a panic but he held me in place and kept fucking me. There was nothing I could do.” (more…)

It started a long time ago, when my little girl started to develope. She was very cute and her body was fast becoming something to behold.
I would get hard almost everytime I looked at her. She had noticed the attention that I was giving her and really enjoyed the fact that someone older was paying attention to her. Even if it was her own father. She started giving me sexy looks and when I was around she always put on cloths that would show off her nice body.
When I would talk to her I would be looking down her tops or just stare at her chest. It seemed that she liked me looking because she would push her chest out as we talked.
Her mother had gone to visit her sister in Texas who was not doing so good and would be gone for more than a month. So the two of us were on our own.
One day we were out back in our swim suites, hanging out by the pool with one of our neighbors, Tom. Tom lived to the left of our house and was close to my age, although her looked much older. He hung around most of the day, then left around three PM. When he left Debbie, my daughter asked me if I had noticed how much Mr. Anderson was watching her. I said to her, honey you are a pretty girl and nice to look at. But dad, he kept looking at my chest and even between my legs. I don’t know baby, maybe it was by accident. No daddy, because one time I faked like I had to adjust my top. When I did I pulled it away from my body and he bent over to look down it. He even looked at me and ran his tongue around his lips. (more…)

In my last adventure, I got to fuck my hot daughter Cindy. Unbeknownst to me, was that her equally hot 14-year-old sister wanted to fuck me, too.

This all started strangely enough when Mindy Jr. started to sit on my lap and dry-fuck me. Then she started to rub my crotch, and one day when I was at home alone on the couch watching TV, she walked in, looking just like her mother did 20 years ago, except that she was wearing a Bratz t-shirt, tied around her midriff with no bra on, very tight shorts, brunette pigtails, and glasses. My cock got so rock-hard at the sight, and she noticed.

“Dad, you’re hard.” she said, and then she licked her lips. “I’ll take care of that.” She said. With that said, she got on her knees, and crawled towards me, ripped the glasses off of her face, and then she proceeded to unzip my crotch and watched my dick flop out in astonishment.

“Well, it seems like that you don’t need Viagra.” she said.

“Oh, very funny.” I said. Then she proceeded to jerk me off.

“How am I doing, Dad?” she asked.

“Just fine baby, just fine.” I said. (more…)

It had just been me and my Daddy for a few years now. Mom had taken off with a new guy and pretty much forgot all about us. We made the best of it and Daddy had always been the best.

I knew Daddy wouldn’t be home from work for at least another hour, so I opened the refrigerator door and took out one of his beers. Popping off the top, I hopped up on the counter and proceeded to take long drinks from it. I drank it pretty fast, just in case Daddy came home early. After I finished it and sat there for a few minutes, I decided what the hell and grabbed another one. I slammed that one down and threw the bottles away, getting a bit of a buzz right away.

I wandered into the living room and turned on the TV, lying down on the floor on my belly. A little while later, Daddy’s truck pulled up into the driveway. I tried to pretend like I wasn’t swimming from this buzz when you walked in.

“Hi baby,” you said, as you put the stuff you were carrying on the table.

“Hi Daddy,” I answered back, pretending to be engrossed in the TV.

You walked into the kitchen, flipping through the mail, as I breathed a sigh of relief. I could hear you open the fridge, and then close it. After a few minutes, you returned to the living room and sat down on the couch behind me. I continued to pretend to watch TV, kicking my legs together.

“A long hard day at school, huh baby?” Daddy asked me. (more…)

My name is Samantha, I’m 19 years old and this summer I get the “opportunity of a lifetime” to work at my father’s law firm. I’d rather be lying on the beach covered in suntan oil with my friends. But my father said now that I’m out of high school, it’s time to think of my future. I guess he has a small point, but the beach still sounds very good.

Anyway, my father’s been a lawyer for almost 15 years. He’s had a wonderful career that has allowed me to grow up in the lap of luxury. I guess you could say I’m a bit spoiled. But I am an only child, so I guess it was my birth right. I’ve always been very popular with the boys at my school. They really knew how to appreciate my beauty. I was always alot taller then most of the other girls, but that never bothered me much. Standing tall at 5′6 with long flowing blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, I knew how to grab attention.

However, being well stacked upstairs with a 38C cup and a perfectly shaped ass didn’t hurt either. I am pretty petite for my height as well, weighing only 128 lbs. Now you can understand why I would rather be on the beach sporting a very skimpy bikini right now instead of wearing “business clothes” and helping Daddy go over statements for his next case.

“Daddy, none of this lady’s statements are the same,” I said, as we sat in his dimly lit office late one night.

“I know Sam, she has not been very cooperative throughout this process,” he answered. (more…)

It’s the late 19th Century and there lived a man called Edward. He was a gentleman in his late fifties and he had a proud large grey beard and handlebar moustache. Edward was a respectable man, and he was also an artist and he painted nude portraits of women during his spare time. Photography was new in those days for someone like him, coming across it took learning. He soon mastered it and photographed people, and in private he took pictures of naked ladies he had met. These women were not common prostitutes but wives and relatives of other respected gentlemen. Money was exchanged, but no sex.

One day his daughter came to visit him. She was a beautiful woman of 29, with thick brown hair, blue eyes and a rosy face. She was called Charlotte, a mother of three small children and married to a young blond doctor, who was away in France. She left her children in the care of their nanny. She only wanted to see her father and look at his new hobby of photography and also because she missed him. It was many months since she last saw him.
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Even though she was my daughter, I couldn’t help staring from under the
brim of my cap as she walked out the patio door, across the tiled surface,
around the deep end of the swimming pool toward her favorite sunning
chair. She had blossomed over the past year, transforming from a tall,
scrawny, awkward girl into a bouncing, curvaceous goddess. No matter how
many times my mind screamed, “She’s your 15 year old daughter!” My cock
twitched each time I saw her - no matter what she was wearing. And right
now she was wearing next to nothing.
When she wore her sundress, the fabric turned elegantly to follow her
round, heavy breasts, and the line of it seemed to move through the flat
of her young, taut stomach only to reverse its course as it swept around
her ass. Her more proper Sunday dresses offered no help in distracting my
mind from the lines of her body either. On her mother’s advice she had
recently taken to dipping necklines that consistently drew my eyes down
her throat, across her smooth, baby soft skin, to her breasts - which sent
electricity straight to my balls. Shorts, jeans, stretch pants, sweats -
none could hide her body from my mind’s eye or stop the deep gnawing
desire in the pit of my stomach. (more…)

“Sure, I understand,” Nick said into the phone. “No, no hard feelings. Well, nice talking to you.”
“Shot down again, huh?” His son Anthony came ambling in from the kitchen.
“Yeah,” Nick said, “and thanks for the sympathy. Hey, are you doing anything Saturday night? Maybe we could rent a video, or…”
“Sorry, Dad, no dice. I’ve got to work.” Anthony plopped down in front of the TV as Nick’s other son, Joey, came through the front door. “Hey, Joey,” Anthony called out. “Dad struck out with some woman again. You busy Saturday night?”
“Uh, no,” Joey said. “Why?”
“To go out with Dad,” Anthony explained patiently.
“Oh. Uh, I’m busy.”
“But Joey,” Nick broke in. “You just said you were free!”
“Uh — something came up?”
“But…”
Not waiting for the rest, Joey ducked into the kitchen.
Just then Nick’s daughter, Blossom, came down the stairs. She was about 16, just on the verge of true womanhood. She hid a developing body in an agglomeration of bits and pieces of old clothes, but her growing breasts and slender legs were becoming too noticeable to be hidden. Nick had done the best he could raising her on his own these last few years since the divorce, but secretly he feared he hadn’t done enough. Was she ready for adulthood — and adult relationships? One son was a recovering addict, another was — not to put it too bluntly — dumb as a rock. Blossom was his last hope. (more…)

Last Wednesday was the anniversary of the day my life changed forever. I had gotten laid off in February of last year and decided to try starting an at-home business, something my wife wholeheartedly agreed upon. By May, it was starting to look like I’d made a mistake since my website was crappy and things I tried to sell on eBay weren’t selling and…well, you get the idea. My wife continued to support me, though, because she had a great job and earned enough to pay the bills twice over. And she loved me, of course. We had a really good marriage, and I can’t say that anything really was missing. I mean, I never thought about seeking an affair or anything, and I’m pretty sure she’s never cheated on me. That changed on Wednesday.

Feeling bored and restless, I began doing some housework, just cleaning up and such. Eventually I ended up in my daughter’s bedroom gathering her dirty clothes to put on a load of laundry. It was when I scooped up the clothes she’d slept in that I smelled it. The unmistakable odor of pussy. Now, like any father, I’d noticed how my daughter was maturing into a young woman, taking on curves and becoming a real fox, but I’d only had distant fantasies up until then. Vague dreams of a girl who LOOKED like my daughter doing erotic things to me. (more…)

Aimlessly, I wandered home in the newborn night. The hour of eleven was approaching. I anticipated my father’s reaction seeing as I dared coming home so late. But then who was he? Who was I? I still did not know what “home” really is.
Home was always reaching the fake ideals and moralistic lies that your family had named “standards” and plastering a smile for all the world’s a fool. Now home was going to see “daddy” whereas I hadn’t thought of the word since my own was thought to be dead all these years, but newly found, newly discovered this man was my father. This man I awoke to every morning after his image burned itself in my mind after my naughty dreams where this image burned itself in the depths of my virginal arousals.
Opening the door with my key, I did not expect to find him waiting up for me. He was usually with Kittigoe on one of their “escapades” in their sick world of BDSM. I didn’t hate Kittigoe as she was often nice to me considering the circumstances; there was now another woman in her boyfriend’s life for his attention and yet she thought of me as her own “unwelcome” daughter. (more…)

Background:

I was a single father of two beautiful children. My daughter (Jennifer) who is now 24 is an aspiring model and she gets alot of calls. She got married at 18 to her high school sweetheart and has moved to the next state. And my son (Tim as he likes to be called)who is now 23 smart as a whip and a big box store manager out west with his wife.

Story:

I am now 44 and remarried about five years ago so I am still adjusting. Ha, Ha!!! My wife’s name is Tina she is 32 almost 33 but I won’t tell anyone. She is beautiful! 5′2″, 110 lbs, long brown hair with baby blue eyes. Oh, and did I mention that she has a figure to die for. My children and Tina get along great! More like friends then step children and step mother, my daughter most of all. This is probabily because they get together at least once a week to go shopping, lunch, or something.

This is where things sort of got crazy. I think it was about two months ago as I remember when my daughter stopped by to see if my wife wanted to go shopping. I told her that she was not home and that she had gone out with one of her girlfriends Brenda(that’s another story). I asked Jen if Tina knew she was comming over today and she said no that she was just hoping she was home. (more…)