Warning: Even though there are some religious references throughout the beginning of this story, even though I pray to God a lot in this story, and even though I thank God for all the blessings bestowed upon me, this is not a religious story. God forbid, being that this is a porn site, sorry, I mean, an erotic literature site, of course, that I should reference the name of God Almighty in my story. My apologies in advance for those holier than thou readers of erotica, who are offended by me referencing God in my story. Yet, if God can forgive Mary Magdalene for being a whore, he can forgive me for writing this dirty story, I mean, this piece of erotic literature. As we all know, by all that happens in the world, between death, destruction, and devastation, God does have a fun, albeit a sometimes twisted sense of humor, an understatement.
"Shall we begin? Okay, here we go. Let's pray."
Did you ever pray to God for something, a certain toy, as a child, a new car, as a teenager, a quicker discharge, when in the military, a healthy baby, when married, a job that you hoped to get, when unemployed, a divorce, when stuck in a bad marriage, or a winning lottery ticket, when hoping for a large cash windfall? Well, maybe asking for too much, but throughout most of my life, apparently God wasn't listening to my prayers. No doubt, too busy doing other things and helping other people, who have real problems, woeful troubles, and serious issues than to get me all that I wanted, a toy, a car, a quicker discharge, that job, or a lottery ticket, God did give me the important things that I so wanted in my life, a healthy baby and, much later, a divorce.
Oddly enough though, it was when I stopped asking God for things and just prayed to him or her to give me guidance, peace, and strength to help me through my day, that he or she answered my prayers and fixed those things in my life that needed fixing.
"Wow! All this time I was going about it all wrong. Who knew?"
After praying to God for a while, I no longer had to ask for things to receive them. As if reading my mind in the way that only God can, I just had to subconsciously be mindful of what it was that I really wanted. Now, with God on my side, I developed a positive attitude and whether it was God given, or from my positive attitude, or from a combination of both, from out of the clear blue, as if a miracle, many things came my way.
"Thank you, Jesus!"
...And that was how and when I met my girlfriend's sexy, slutty daughter. Willing to accept her for who she was, a blessing or a curse, she turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Except there was a road hazard with flashing red eyes in our way, her scorned mother. Oh, boy, if you think a woman scorned is angry, try a mother scorned, when the other woman is her daughter. As if her mother was a big, old pothole that got in the way of us flying down our superhighway of love, after making a slight detour in our relationship to remove the obstacle, that was her mother, from our path, I couldn't have been happier.
"Thank you, God."
To be honest, I didn't even know that I wanted my girlfriend's daughter, until she was there standing before me. Thinking that I was somewhat happy in the relationship that I had with her mother, apparently God knew that I'd rather have the daughter over the mother, before I even knew. Certainly, I'm not trying to blame God for being a matchmaker but, strangely enough, as if struck from a Heavenly arrow of love from an Angel, it was love at first sight.
"Oh, my God!" Considering myself as the luckiest man on Earth, as if winning the Mega Millions jackpot, I hit the lottery, when I met her. "Wow! Oh, baby! Oh, baby! Oh, baby!"
Sorry, my apologies for being so rude. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Drew and, if you don't know already by the subject of this story, Girlfriend's Sexy, Slutty Daughter, I'm a dirty old man. Honestly, proud to be the degenerate that I am, a title that I revere, take very seriously, and work hard to keep, I couldn't be happier to call myself a pervert. Raised up in class of degenerates to that of the Grand Wizard of perverts, officially, my perversion started when I dumped my 48-year-old girlfriend, Anne, for her 24-year-old daughter, Ellen. I know, what's most men's dream is most women's nightmare. Suffice to say that I'm just glad that Anne didn't have a gun, when she caught me naked and in bed with her daughter.
"Boy, that was awkward."
Even though I'm 6'2" tall and Ellen is only 5'4" in her stocking feet, accustomed to being with a much taller woman, for my benefit that she does, I'm okay with her wearing high heels and putting up her hair. Even though I'm 26-years-older than she is, more than twice her age, I have the advantage over her of having an extra generation of past experiences from which to draw upon, a good way for me to comfortably excuse and justify our difference in age. Yet, so far ahead of me in her sexual appetite, soon I'll be needing more than experience to sexually satisfy her. Thank God for testosterone supplements and Viagra. Whenever I'm out in public with her, accustomed to people looking, staring, and leering at me, as if I'm her incestuous father kissing and groping his daughter, height and age doesn't much matter, especially in the dark, when lying naked in bed and kissing, touching, fucking, and sucking.
"All that really matters, forgive me Lord, is that I am so fucking happy!" My apologies for jumping up and down like that.
With my testosterone dwindling in relationship to my libido decreasing and my age increasing, way past my twenty-something-year-old sexual peak, as a more mature, albeit fit, 50-year-old man, alas, I was nearing the end of my sexual life. Then, as if my energy was invigorated, feeling ten years younger, just by switching from a girlfriend my age to one more than half my age, I'm reenergized.
