I married Abby when I was fresh out of college and at my first job as a sales executive; Abby was a secretary in the sales department. We hit it off rather quickly, falling in love, and marrying. Abby brought to our marriage a 9-year-old daughter, Jenna., whom she had at 15. I adopted Jenna, and she gladly took my last name.

Jenna was every man's dream of the perfect daughter-straight "A" student, beautiful, extremely well-behaved, and didn't talk back. She always called me Jim instead of Dad or Daddy; I didn't care, as I wasn't big on pomp, anyway.

Everything was fine in our marriage for five years until I sensed Abby was spending too many nights "out with the girls". I followed her one night to a sleazy no-tell motel, where I slipped the night manager a fifty and got a pass key. I went to the door, opened it, and found Abby riding her boss's stump. The next day Abby left, leaving everything behind-including Jenna. That night, I had the extremely difficult job of explaining to 14-year-old Jenna how and why her mother abandoned us for her boss.

"THAT WHORE!" Jenna exclaimed. "Jenna!" I yelled. "That's no way to speak about your mother!" "Well", she said, "Isn't that exactly what she is?" "Regardless of what she is or isn't, she's still your mother", I explained. "Fuck her", Jenna said, "We don't need her around, anyway. I'll take care of you, you'll see."

We got along great for a few months, until I noticed Jenna was taking every opportunity to flash parts of her body at me. For instance, when she came out of the shower, she might let her towel slip up or down, revealing parts of her pert breasts or the rounded cheeks of her gorgeous ass. One night, she came down to kiss me good night, wearing one of my old white shirts with nothing under it. When I asked her why she was wearing one of my old shirts, she said that all of her nighties were in the wash. As the shirt was a little thin, I could clearly see her nipples standing proudly under it. She straddled my thighs as she kissed me-on the lips, which was very unusual; it gave me a very clear view down the top of the blouse, and I could see her rounded orbs capped by those red nipples begging to be sucked. I'm sure she could feel my rising erection pressing against her ass and pussy. She squirmed on my dick for a while, before she kissed me again on the lips with much more passion than the last one. I allowed my hands to wander up and down her back, stopping at her ass.

I told her, "Jenna, you're playing with fire here; you know I haven't had a date since your mother left." She slowly unbuttoned the shirt, allowing it to fall open. "Mmmmm, that's what I'd counted on", she answered sexily, shaking the shirt off her shoulders and down her arms, allowing it to fall to the floor. "Jim, I want to make love with you, for you to make me a woman". I began massaging her breasts while she kept kissing me. In between kissing, she was moaning. "Come on, Jim, take me to bed."

I carried her nude body to my bedroom, and laid her down. I quickly undressed, crawling in bed beside her. "Are you sure this is what you really want, Sweetie?" I asked her. "Absolutely; I want you to be the one to make me a woman", she answered. I kissed her again, and started moving south, sucking and nibbling on her swollen, erect nipples. She just hissed, and pulled my head into her. I continued my journey, licking and kissing her chest and abdomen; when I reached her entrance to heaven, I was rewarded with the sight of soft, downy, blond hair, which was nearly transparent. She spread her legs before me, exposing her labia. I licked up and down her slit, before curling my tongue and burying it in her cunt. I drilled that sweet pussy with my tongue, as I diddled her clitoris with my thumb. "Oh, God, Jim", she said, "I'm coming. Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod." She flooded my mouth with her sweet nectar, and I gladly lapped up every drop. She pulled me up to her, kissing me madly, tasting herself on my mouth.