It was a long hard day. It was stiflingly hot, my boss was being an ass and I was stuck on the interstate in my piece of crap auto with no Aircon. To make matters worse the jerk behind me kept honking his horn for no God given reason. With each ear bursting blast I felt my temper rise ever closer to boiling point.

Eventually I got home with my shirt was soaked in sweat and clinging to my chest. My neighbor's little ankle sized dog barked at me all the way to my door. When I got to the door I picked up the mail; two overdue bills and one final notice.

Inside the TV was left on but no one was watching it. The news was reporting the shock defeat of my favourite sports team.  I turned the TV off before making my way upstairs.

As I made my way up I could hear lighthearted giggling. I followed the noise to my bedroom door. It was slightly ajar. I pushed it fully open and stood imposingly silent in the doorframe.

On my marital bed was my 18 year old step daughter and her penciled necked boyfriend. Was in a pair of pair of tight lycra yoga shorts and a sports tank top.  Her boyfriend had one hand in her hair and another pressed firmly and circling her tight little mound. Their tongues were so engrossed in each other they hadn't noticed my arrival.

"Where's your mother?"

Your boyfriend was so startled he practically sprang off the bed. He stammered a few words I didn't listen to. I merely told him to get out. He squeezed his was past me in the door frame with his shirt in his hand and without a second glance back at you.

You lay on my bed with a bratty little smirk on your face. Your chest heaved up and down. Your legs snaked one leg over the other and your voluptuous hourglass shape was in complete contrast with the knees and elbows I first met a few years ago. There was a distinct aroma of arousal in the air.  I advanced to the edge of the bed.

"I said, where is you mother?"

"Gone. For the weekend."

I'd suspected your mom had been cheating on my for a while now. Your bratty like smirk told me you suspected the same. You began to shift as though you were about to leave.

I put my hand against your abdomen, pressing you into the bed.  Your body was soft but firm. You wriggled a little in protest but it was easy to tame you with my strength. When you looked up into my eyes I felt your body lose its protestations. I released your waist and began unbuttoning my sweat soaked shirt.