As my stepson walked into the room, I looked up over the sports section of the newspaper. “Looks like they pulled off a win last night,” I said around my pipe. I tapped the paper for effect. “It looks like they will play tonight, too.”

I don’t smoke. The pipe was just for effect. Really, the newspaper was too. I’d actually watched the game last night with my stepson, like we’d done for years. We’d been doing it long before I married his mom, back when we were just best friends growing up next door to each other.

I used to tell him, “Dude, your mom is hot” a lot back then. Partially, it was to bug him. Man, I really enjoyed teasing him. But also it was kind of to set the stage for my coming out as bi a few years later. And honestly, his mom was really hot. I don’t think anyone expected us to start dating, let alone get married. It was his fault, really. He got a little tired of me telling him how hot his mom was, so I had to go after her. I mean, as a joke. Except… well, just over a year, then a wedding and honeymoon later, not so suddenly I’m my best friend’s stepdad. I suppose it should be stepmom, because I do identify as female. But saying I’m his stepdad just gets under his skin so much. Really, I’m a horrible person I guess, between how I love to torment him and by banging his mom. The pipe, newspaper, and even the little jacket with the faux leather elbows were there to bug him. Plus, I guess I kind of loved those old black and white TV shows I watched at my grandparent’s place with their old-fashioned families. If I could combine my love of those shows, and my love of being a complete brat to my best friend, I saw that as a total win. So I dressed and played the part of a 1950s dad as much as I could. And I worked extra hard in bed to encourage his mom to be as loud as possible, because his bedroom wasn’t that far away. I liked the idea of him squirming while he listened to me make him mom squirm.

He was almost done with college, but still living at home. I’d decided to skip that crap and had a job down at the factory my dad runs. I do tomboy stuff with cool machines, and I make far more money than my friend was paying in yearly college expenses. His mom and I helped him with the cost, though. She had been a very successful corporate salesperson for over two decades and had a lot of money already set away. But after two decades, she had happily, although somewhat unexpectedly, turned trad wife after we married.

Hmm. Maybe it’s not a good sign that I still think of her as “his mom” versus my wife. It’s not that I don’t love her. And I love doing things with her. Or more specifically, to her. And I love how all of that drives him nuts. Still, I wonder if maybe I carried this all a little too far with him...

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Another strange script from me. I mean, they're all pretty weird I guess. I think the idea arose because I saw the "femdaddy" tag, and had no idea what it was, but this was the idea that my brain had of it. So I eventually wrote this script.

The main character is meant to be kind of a brat/jerk, even if it's because of multiple reasons hinted at in the story. Part of it is also that I project onto some tomboys the often troll-like behavior men can have with their own male friends. Hopefully it doesn't make the character unlikeable to some. Personally I like it, especially when it's done out of fondness that can only be expressed as teasing or trolling initially.

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