Debbie Does Daddy
©2012 Raminar Dixon
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Ever since my step-father Bruce moved in to our house I’ve had the hots for him.
I mean, can you blame me? He’s a total stud. I still have no idea how on earth my mother wound up with him.
She met him at some dive bar out in West Mantico a few months ago and according to her it was, “Love at first sight.” Well, for me, it was raging lust at first sight. Sure, he’s twenty years older than me, but I don’t care. His bright blue eyes shine like gemstones, staring straight through me with an almost magical azure enchantment. He’s tall, too. I’d say he’s about six feet in height and he towers over me completely. All I want to do is wrap my arms around his big, broad shoulders and ride him all night long.
Maybe I should feel some remorse for wanting him this way. After all, he is married to my mother. After a whirlwind romance he popped the question and the next thing I know, here he is, sharing a home with us. They seem to be genuinely happy together, but whenever I walk around the house wearing anything sexy I can’t help but notice his eyes following me.
I’m having trouble remembering exactly what came over me the other night, but for some reason I just couldn’t help myself any longer.
Mom, Bruce, and I were all wrapping up the evening watching a scary movie on TV. It was a real thrill-fest, too. It was some story about a group of college kids that had moved into an old house that was infested by vengeful spirits. At the most random times, the camera would swivel and pan around as the actors struggled to catch a glimpse of the shadowy ghosts set on ruining their lives. Mom was curled up on the couch next to Bruce and had just drained the last of her glass of wine.