Daughter Stories

Learning more about my new stepdaughter Debbie

A Bill Bantam story in the classic style of Phil Phantom. A mother is forced to choose between her loyalty to her young daughter and her new husband's expectations, as well of those of her four new stepsons.

A Young black lady moves in with a white family, or takes control of the white family.

The city is rotten, an overrun cesspool of corporate greed and human rights violations at the hands of those too rich and powerful to be stopped... but their corruption has spawn, the vile and throbbing embodied mass of karma, crawling voraciously like an abandoned freight train of "I don't know what." But really, it's a beautiful story about a desperate mother willing to do anything just to have a life with her son in a world that knows little of happy endings.

Molly wasn't beautiful, not even pretty. From an early age she was a typical tomboy, climbing trees with the neighborhood boys, and winning every single wrestling match. Her mop of unruly blonde hair was often tucked under a worn baseball cap turned backwards, and her face was usually dirty from some adventure or another. Molly had no time for dolls or pretend tea parties. She had games to play, and woods to explore. Then she grew gigantic tits and drew attention from her sadistic dad.

Dominick stood under the spray of water, head thrown back in ecstasy as his hand worked furiously over his erect cock. Cassandra had never seen a penis before, let alone one so big and thick and veiny. Her eyes were glued to her father's pulsing shaft, watching in fascination as he stroked himself from base to tip. She knew she should look away, should flee the room and forget what she'd seen. But Cassandra couldn't tear her gaze away from the lewd display.