Disclaimer: The usual; not reality, product of fiction, doesn't represent any people alive or dead. Constructive criticism always welcome, emphasis on constructive. Enjoy... RainbowDraco
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"Unghh, here it comes!" I said.
Mimi stopped tit fucking me and quickly guided my cock to her mouth. She tried to get it as far back as possible without having to deep throat it. After a couple of bobs I was unloading in her mouth, with one hand squeezing her tit, while the other held onto her head. When I was finally able to catch my breath again I let her go, and she made sure she got every last drop and cleaned me up.
Looking over at the stopwatch on the table, I hit the button just before it got to fifteen minutes. Pulling my wallet out, I placed a twenty dollar bill on the table, watching as she put my deflating cock away and stuffed her tits back into her spaghetti-strapped tank top.
Swiping the twenty off the table, she bounced out the door of my home office. "Thanks Dad, see ya tomorrow!"
I know what you're probably thinking, but she's actually my step-daughter and I never adopted her. Besides she's nineteen and legal. It might be unethical, and my wife would kill me if she found out, but it isn't illegal.
Guess you're going to need a little background on how I got into the current situation. My name is Shelton W_____, I will be turning forty three this year, and at five foot eight and 170 pounds, I'm about average, maybe a little on the heavy side. My wife, Theresa, and I got married six years ago, and have had a fairly uneventful marriage, except of course for her only daughter, Mimi.
Theresa, who's a little shorter than me, and maintains her figure quite well (much better than me), has a nice set of C breasts. At 44 she is a striking, sexy woman. She had Mimi when she was in her early twenties. Not wanting to give up either college or motherhood, she managed to do both. Mimi's father long ago abandoned her, his only lasting legacy was the monthly checks and some of Mimi's looks.
While Theresa maintains herself with regular exercise and watching what she eats, Mimi has struggled with her weight constantly. Mimi is at most five foot one, and has fluctuated between 120 and 180, finally stabilizing around 150. But the girl has no hips! She has a little bit of a gut, but she carries her weight in her chest, and her tits are HUGE. I won't ever tell how I know this, but the bras she currently wears are size F, and depending on the day of the month she sometimes overflows the cups.
My wife is cool, calm and collected, except in bed and when dealing with her daughter. Ever since Mimi developed early, and exhibited her father's temper and rashness it has been a battle. It didn't get better when I came on the scene. Never having had children, nor dealt with many of them, I started laying down ground rules. That lasted about two months of our marriage. The constant daily battle between Mimi and myself finally peaked, mainly because at 13 Mimi wanted to be able to go out with 18 year olds, not that she didn't already look twenty with size D breasts! After all the slamming of doors, throwing of glass, and cutting of phone lines, my wife made a decision. Mimi was her problem and her problem alone, I was not to discipline her at all, and she was not to go to argue with me for any reason or rule.
The peace lasted for almost two years. At that point, Mimi realized that most woman would need implants to get to the size she was naturally, and men loved big boobs. She dropped to 120, and started wearing as revealing of clothing as possible. She stopped dating anyone and just took to teasing. Even during winter she would wear something that revealed her cleavage, or she would wear a very tight shirt and a very thin bra that was numerous sizes too small in the cup.
The final straw came when she came outside to go swimming in the in ground pool out back one afternoon. I was in the middle of grilling up some steaks, and had probably had three too many drinks by that time, and was nursing a large cognac-on-the-rock. I heard the sliding door open and turned to look, not knowing the explosive argument to follow. Mimi sauntered out, white thin wife-beater, no bra, white cotton boxers. I saw her and looked straight back at my steaks, hoping my sunglasses would hide where my eyes followed. Mimi's nipples stood at attention and bounced, as what little hips she had swayed all the way past my wife to the deep end. Taking an exaggerated deep breath with her arms held high, making her breasts swell and jiggle, she jumped and dove in. Climbing out of the shallow end she made sure her mom was watching as she made a bee-line towards me, and asked when the steaks would be ready. Not realizing it was suicide to turn and answer her question, I made the fatal mistake.
Both her shirt and boxers had become completely see-through, I stammered as I answered "ten to fifteen minutes", but her big tits were staring right at me. And on top of that she didn't shave, so the dark patch of her pubic hair waited for an answer. Mimi ignored the answer to her question and vigorously walked off, bouncing boobs the entire way. The screaming and berating I heard from my wife was the worst I have ever endured. Mimi was never able to get a reaction or even a glance at her cleavage if my wife was ever around. Not to say that I didn't look, just never when it would cause an argument.
Which brings me to my current situation; I am a Independent Web consultant, translation: I work out of my home office and assist my growing clientele with their presence on the web, social media included. My wife is in the corporate grind, long hours, as well as politics and good benefits. She usually leaves at six am and gets home at seven, of course since I "stay at home" her dinner is ready or we get take out. Mimi still hasn't left home, or gotten a job, but at least she is going to college.
Three days ago Mimi came home from class and came straight into my office, the door was half open, but she is supposed to knock, which of course she didn't. I didn't even bother to look up, I just held my hand up to silence her. Turning my concentration back to my conference call, and web presentation, I discussed the new website launch of one of my largest client. This was a six month culmination of hard work and long, very well paid hours.
After more than twenty five minutes on the phone, Mimi was still standing there waiting. Her foot tapping was starting to get to me. As soon as the opportunity arose I took it, "You guys don't need me for this section, right?"
Affirmatives and grunts was their response. "O.K., I'll go on mute over here, gotta take care of something real quick."
"What do you want now?", was out of my mouth as soon as I hit the mute. Turning to look at Mimi, I was suddenly staring down her shirt, into the massive amounts of cleavage she sported. She had moved so she was leaning against the desk, giving the best possible view she could.
"Nothing much, just wanted to come by and say hi." Mimi said.
My eyes somehow climbed out of the vast canyon and made eye contact with my stepdaughter. She had her dark brown hair tied back, and tried to keep as innocent a look as she could, smiling down at me. "Good, glad to hear it. Hi. Now bye, I gotta go back to work."
Turning back towards the phone and my computer monitor, she started up again, " Hey Shelton, do you think I can borrow twenty bucks?"
The light bulb clicked on in my head, this was what the obvious display was about. "No, if you need money go ask your mom, or better yet, get a job. And let me get back to mine."
"Errr!" she pouted, folding her arms under her massive mounds, they pushed up and out of the spaghetti strap tank top she enjoyed wearing recently. I turned back at her outburst, and was treated with her current pose, just the upper hint of her areolas were peeking out. "Mom told me the same thing, 'get a job'. I've been trying to 'get a job', but nobody is hiring. What the hell am I supposed to do?"
