*** Bad Grades – what to do? ***
After the prom, Cheryl became less and less interested in schoolwork and more and more interested in her new boyfriend Chris. It came to a head when Cheryl's mom, Jane received a progress report on Cheryl in the mail. It seems Cheryl was failing in her math class with a low D. This came as a major concern to her mom, because up to this point, Cheryl had always been a straight A student. Jane knew she had to do something because her daughter was becoming more and more resistant to her authority and seemed to be hiding things from her mother. Up until recently, this had been entirely uncharacteristic of the girl, and Jane was concerned.
When she asked her friends for advice, she was given some that she did not expect! "You should have Bob (Cheryl's step-father) deal with it. He needs to become more involved with his daughter, and frankly, help you out a bit with this. Girls tend to respond better to their fathers at this age. They tend to trust them more."
Jane had been debating this idea for the entire day. When Bob got home from work, she called him aside and asked his opinion on it.
"Hmmm...well, I think I could probably handle it – and I will – under one condition," replied Bob.
"What's that?" asked Jane.
"That you let ME handle it. That you turn it over completely to me, and let it be between Cheryl and me. That means you act like you know nothing about it, and let me deal with it in my own way. If you're going to have me start it, then jump in and change everything, then I don't think it will work very well."
"OK, deal. I KNOW NOTHING!" laughed Jane.
"I'm serious. This means you can't ever mention it to her, you can't bring it up at all. You have to allow me deal with it entirely."
"I got it," laughed Jane.
"OK. So tonight when she gets home from school, you make yourself scarce – and I'll bring it up to her and see how it goes."
"All right. But you at least have to let me know how it goes."
"Deal. But NO talking to her about it."
"You got it big stuff!" grinned Jane, as she reached for Bob's ever willing to respond manhood. Just as he started to harden, they heard Tawnee and Cheryl arriving home.
"As usual," thought Bob to himself. His and Jane's sex life had been anything but overly active these days. Having two teenage daughters – who were ALWAYS around – kind of got in the way a bit. By the time Jane and Bob had a moment alone, Jane was always exhausted and wanted very little to do with sex. Bob was feeling like he could just about climb a tree!!
"HI mom! Hi Dad!" announced Tawnee, bounding through the door and kissing each of them, in turn, on the cheek.
Cheryl, as usual, kinda snuck into the room and tried to make her way to her room without being overly noticed by her parents. She figured, the less she talked to them, the less they could hassle her.
"Hey Tawnee, I need your help doing some shopping today!" said Jane to her youngest daughter. Jane knew one way to very easily persuade her youngest daughter out of the house without having to divulge the slightest amount of information to her.
"Clever," thought Bob to himself.
"OK!" responded Tawnee, ever willing to shop! The pretty young teen made her way, with her mother, out the door to the family car. Bob rather quickly heard the engine start up, peered out the window and watched his wife and youngest daughter drive away, leaving Cheryl alone in the kitchen with her step father.
Bob couldn't help but notice how much his daughter had grown up this year. She certainly was growing into a beautiful young woman. She looked just like his wife, only 20 years younger, and 15 pounds lighter and – well, quite a bit firmer. In a word, the teen had become scorchingly HOT!
Not really sure how to breech the subject with his daughter, Bob just went straight to the heart of the matter - "You know your report card came in the mail today," started Bob.
"Terrific," replied Cheryl, rolling her eyes.
"You realize you're failing math?" he asked.
"Yeah. So?" asked his daughter, immediately challenging him. "What do YOU care anyway?"
"Young lady, I care a lot about your grades!" responded Bob, feeling himself growing angry.
"Since WHEN? You're not my dad!" demanded Cheryl.
Her response so caught him off guard that he just stood there, glaring at his daughter.
Feeling himself already losing the battle, Bob started grasping at straws - "You're mom's not going to be too thrilled with it, you know?"
"Since when is she EVER thrilled with ANYTHING I do? Look, I'm going to go lay out for awhile," said Cheryl as she bounded out of the kitchen and headed toward her room.
Bob was completely taken aback. He did not at all expect the responses he got from his stepdaughter. And she was so grown up looking that he found it hard to be too harsh with her. She was a young woman...a very attractive and bull headed young woman who somewhat overwhelmed him a bit.
He stood in the kitchen as he heard the back door open and close. He simply stood there for a moment pondering what his next move should be. He decided he should talk more to her...so he walked to the back sliding glass door that led out to the deck, meaning to march right out and confront his eldest daughter.
When he got there though, he simply froze in his tracks. His daughter was laying out in her black and white two piece bikini. Not such a big deal – he had seen her in it dozens of times. But today, she looked completely different.
As he stood, staring out the back door, he took in her beauty, as if for the very first time! She lay on her back, facing him, with her eyes closed to shield the sun. Since her eyes were closed, he was able to stare at her from head to toe and back again, lingering wherever his eyes chose to without being concerned with anyone catching him looking. This was such a rarity to be able to look at a young, scarcely dressed beauty that he simply stood there, riveted to the sight before him.
Her beautiful, straight blonde hair fell all around the chair completely surrounding her, seeming to highlight the young and innocent beauty. Her face was perfect. Nice long neck...that seemed to just travel down to the most incredible set of breasts he had ever seen in his life. He didn't know how big they were, but he was certain they were now larger than her mothers were - and–much firmer with no sag at all.
He didn't realize it, but at the moment his eyes met with her breasts, his hand started stroking his rock hard cock through his dress pants. It was throbbing, and pre-cum had started to leak out.
As she lay there, she reached up and adjusted her suit, lifting her breasts up, reaching under them, and wiping away some sweat from underneath her large, firm, tits.
When she moved her hands away, he could clearly see the underside of both her tits, they were now outside the tight bikini top! He could see the bottoms of them, practically up to the nipples that he could clearly see protruding through the fabric of the suit.
At this point, he slid his hands down his still done up pants, fished his way into his underwear, and grabbed his throbbing cock, squeezing more pre-cum out of it. The pre-cum lubricated his hand a bit, and allowed him to actually begin masturbating as he stood there.
"GOD, I want her!" he said out loud to himself as he stood there, studying her laying not 10 feet away from him.
