That night, my new stepdaughter Evie was introduced to her mother's unusual medical problem and the even more unusual medical treatment she was receiving.
"Now it's nothing to get worked up about, honey," Mary explained. "The doctor says this premature menopause problem is probably reversible given the right treatment, and anyway even if it weren't, it's not seriously harmful. I'm in no danger."
"But you're only 37 years old!" exclaimed Evie. "How can you be going through menopause?"
Mary smiled. "If you're looking for a medical explanation, you're asking the wrong person. Even when the doctor explained it to me, I didn't really follow him. The important thing is that I'm treating it, and it shows every sign of reversing itself. But at least for now, I'm having to take a large number of pills: hormones, vitamins, nutritional supplements, you name it. When you see the pile of pills I take every day after work, your eyes will pop out!"
"Mommy, please! Don't joke about it!"
"I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm just trying to ease the tension. I appreciate your concern, and I think the better of you for it. And I know you'll work with me dealing with the side effects."
"Side . . .?"
"The medication has temporary side effects," I explained, cutting in. Mary looked at me with relief in her eyes, glad that I was stepping in to take some of the burden of the explanation off her shoulders. "Basically, for a couple of hours after your mother takes her medications, her eyes dilate and she has trouble focusing. She becomes so sensitive to light that we have to turn off all the lights and close all the drapes in the house."
"Oh, Mommy!" said Evie. "That sounds terrible! And you're like that all day after taking the meds?"
"No, no. The light sensitivity comes on about twenty minutes after I take my medication, and it only lasts a couple of hours. After that I'm back to normal."
Mary then took her medications - I counted almost twenty pills this time, of all shapes and colors, including spoonfuls of powdered seaweed extracts and liquid fish oils. I spent the next several minutes closing all the curtains and shutting off all the lights. Mary said the light from the TV didn't bother her much, so we put on a football game. That way she could follow the sports announcer's descriptions of the game, even if the picture itself was only a fuzzy blur.
"This is American football?" asked Evie as I chose the station.
"Is there any other kind?" I asked.
"In Indonesia, people use the term football to describe - what is it Americans call it? Soccer? Yeah, that's right. I don't think I've seen an American football game since I left the States at the age of nine."
"Well, come sit next to me on the couch," said Mary. "We'll explain the rules as we watch."
"I'd rather sit with my new Daddy," said Evie, moving toward my seat in an overstuffed armchair. "Do you mind, Mommy? Daddy looks like he has a nice big lap."
"Go right ahead, sweetie," said Mary, smiling. "I'm glad you're becoming attached to your new stepfather."
"I sure am," said Evie, smiling.
Evie came and stood before me. Since it was the only clothing she owned for the time being, she was still wearing her under-sized Catholic schoolgirl outfit with the minuscule green plaited plaid skirt and white knee socks. To preserve the over-strained buttons of her blouse, she had unbuttoned it entirely, then tied the shirt tails together under her huge 32F breasts, leaving her tummy bare. Now, standing before me, she held her elbows straight and clasped her hands demurely at her crotch, which had the effect of pushing her big tits together, accentuating her amazing cleavage. Her long blonde braids went several inches past her shoulders. She lowered her head and, looking submissively into my eyes, she asked, "Do you mind my sitting on your lap, Daddy? I don't weigh much - I'm only a hundred and ten pounds. Pleeease?"
I was grinning from ear to ear as I replied, "I don't mind at all, honey. Come sit on your Daddy." I held out both my arms to her.
Within seconds, Evie had seated herself on my hardening cock. She draped one arm over my shoulder and sat with her legs hanging over one arm of the chair, facing towards her mother. "This is great, Mommy! I really love having a new Daddy!" She wiggled her ass on my lap as if she were settling herself in to her seat, then kissed me on the cheek. We both looked at my wife and smiled at her.
"Is he your Horsecock?" asked Mary, smiling innocently.
"My Ho - Hor . . .?" Evie was wide-eyed with surprise. I could feel her stiffen in my arms.
"You heard me." Mary's innocent, benign expression was so totally at odds with the words coming out of her mouth that I struggled to keep from snickering. "Jenna told me about the slang word that Indonesian girls and wives use to describe their big, strong Daddies - they call them 'Daddy Horsecock'. I guess you didn't think I'd have heard the term, mmh?"
"No, I guess not."
"So is Danny your new Daddy Horsecock?"
"Oh, yeah, Mom," said Evie. She looked into my eyes with a huge smile. It was the first time I had ever seen a glimmer of the sort of evil grin that her sister Jenna habitually displayed. "He's a Horsecock, all right!" She tightened her arm around my shoulder and wiggled her bottom on my lap, then kissed me again on the cheek. Then she kissed me again, all in a display of Daddy-directed affection for her mother's benefit. "Kiss my cheek, Daddy!" she said, raising her hand from my shoulder to the back of my head and pulling my head to her cheek. She beamed at her mother as she stroked the hair on the back of my head while I nuzzled her cheek. "I guess he's your Horsecock, too?" she said sweetly to her mother.
I was in heaven. While Evie talked to her mother, I put one arm around her rib cage and held her tightly. I moved my face slightly so that I could slip my tongue in her ear. In response, Evie squirmed again on my cock, all the while maintaining a happy smile directed at my wife.
"He certainly is!" replied her mother. "It's so wonderful having a Horsecock in the house."
Evie turned to me. "Oh, man, Daddy! This is so great!" She wiggled her ass again, grinding her body into my cock. "HORSECOCK!" she cried. Meanwhile, she continued to twirl her fingers in the hair on the back of my head while gave little feather kisses on her cheek, her ear and her neck.
Her mother, my wife, smiled benignly at us.
At that point the football game started, and Mary and I spent the next several minutes explaining the rules of the game to little Evie.
Even though it was her first experience of football in years, Evie was really interested in the game. When one team made a big play, or the ball was intercepted, Evie bounced up and down on my lap as if it was the most exciting thing in the world. For several minutes, I held her in my arms, with one arm supporting her behind her back and my hand on her bare tummy, while my other arm supported her legs from below. When she began bouncing up and down, I accentuated her moves by lifting her up and down on my crotch as if we were fucking in front of my wife.
Mary smiled at Evie. "I'm so glad you're getting into the spirit of the game," she said.
"I LOVE this game," said Evie.
During the next big play, I shifted Evie's position, taking advantage of the fact that everyone was watching the screen to maximize my access to her body. Keeping my arm below Evie's leg, I pushed the bottom of her skirt out of the way and adjusted her slightly so that my hand could reach up and play with her pussy from below.
From that point on, Evie became even more excited by the game. Even after relatively unimportant plays, she began excitedly bouncing up and down on my dick and on the fingers in her twat.
"Goal! Goal! When are they going to go for a goal?"