Chapter 1

“Here, let me just reach over and grab this,” my stepdaughter suggested as she bent over and collected something, exposing the top of her butt-crack as her pants slid downward a little.

I had to wonder what was her objective. Tricia was a mother of twin daughters and had fleshed out a little in all of the best ways, at least from my perspective. Her breasts were larger now, her bottom and waist thicker as well. Yes, I enjoyed how plump her mother was, which was part of why I married her, so Trish’s new baby weight was hardly a problem for me. I already had an affair with a sultry Latin mamacita named Anastassia, whose own voluptuous figure appealed to me a lot.

“Are you sure that you don’t need help with that, honey?” I asked Trish, but she laughed at that, letting her freckles and dimples show even more than before.

“Nah, I’m fine, Daddy,” Tricia told me.

This indicated that she was up to some kind of mischief, as she wasn’t of my blood and only called me that when she wanted to manipulate me. This was only reinforced when she leaned over in such a way as to expose her other cleavage to me, that of her exquisite bust. It was now pretty clear to me that she had some naughty plans for me, but what were they? She had just broken up with her boyfriend, the father of her twins, for reasons that were still mysterious to me, which added to the enigma.

That was when Tricia, without any warning at all, pulled out some kind of Christmas elf costume and started changing into it in front of me. She was actually naked for a moment and knew that I might well look away, but I was too stunned and mesmerized to do so now. Quite noticeably, she unnecessarily slid off her panties in the process and she already didn’t wear a bra. Trish didn’t put the panties back on at any point, and when she sat on my lap, only her hose stood as a barrier between her delightful bottom and my cock.

“Are you planning to wear this around your mother or just me?” I teased her, but she laughed and turned around to kiss me on the mouth.

“Surely, Mrs. Claus knows what Santa does with his elves, right, Santa? Especially his naughty ones, like me,” Tricia hinted very strongly that she knew the state of my marriage to her mother.

It was true, of course. Dina not only knew about Anastassia, but she knew about many more lovers, and not just women. In fact, my first affair had been with a guy, and in that case, she even participated in the tryst. After that, we both got used to looking the other way instead of meddling in each other’s affairs. Jake had been our only mutual partner, but he had blazed the trail and we both embraced this new way of life with aplomb.

Still, it was one thing to have boyfriends, paramours, mistresses, and such. It was quite another to fuck your wife’s daughter, your own stepdaughter, as Tricia seemed to propose. What if she got pregnant? What to tell Dina if her newest grandchild was also her own stepchild? That might be a step too far, might even lead to divorce, or would it? Also, what would she do if Trish tried to move back home with us and carry on an affair long-time? Would this really just be a big, happy, cozy family with the man of the house banging mother and daughter alike?