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My wife became close with daughter since her mother was always working. And it turned out the daughter wanted to get close with me too but in a different way. (f/M, reluc, cheat, oral, 1st, celeb-parody) *** [Author's Note: I was never really a fan of Jaime Pressly, not until I saw her on My Name Is Earl. That's when I fell for her. Last month Cartman emailed me a ton of Jaime Pressly nudes from a movie named - I just looked it up - Poison Ivy 3: The New Seduction. She was nineteen/twenty years old when the movie came out, but I think she looks younger... -drools- I have never thought about writing a Jaime Pressly story, but when Cartman sent me the pictures I was looking for an excuse to write one as soon as possible! So I immediately set up this cycle of "Making Babies" stories. Three blonde actresses and one African-American actress. One of the other blondes is by request from Vile8r. I just want to thank Cartman for all of the pictures he's sent me. A lot of the pictures he'd already sent me inspired several stories I've written, as well as others I plan to write hopefully soon ~ G] *** [Fall 1990] I'm a pretty contented guy in his late thirties. I have a great job, with great pay. I'm married to a gorgeous, hot brunette in her early thirties. We have the house of our dreams, and it's completely paid for, and I lease the newest model car, so when the lease runs out trade it in for the next new model car. My wife has her own car as well. We pretty much have everything we want. The only thing we don't have is children. She and I have always discussed it, but things always got in the way of us doing anything more than talking about it. But we're all right with the fact that we don't have children, it's not a major problem. To be honest, I get the feeling my wife would rather keep her life the way it is. Since I make more than enough money, she doesn't have to get a job to make even more money. And I buy her anything she asks for, which isn't much. My wife is content with not having many possessions, as I am. She does go out, shopping or spending time with her friends. And many times her friends come over and they gossip. I've come home for lunch someday and found her and one or two girlfriends laughing and talking at the kitchen table drinking coffee. Or same scenario when I come home from work. Sometimes one of her friends will talk about one of her children, how great he or she is, how they're doing in school, anything their child did they found exciting. And my wife seems to take it all in stride, during the conversation and after her friend(s) leave(s). It never makes her want to discuss having children of our own. One day many weeks ago I came home from work and heard my wife laughing with someone in the kitchen. I assumed it was one of her girlfriends. But when I walked in the kitchen I saw I was wrong. Sitting at the kitchen table was a cute thirteen or fourteen year old blonde. She wore a halter top and shorts. I couldn't help noticing her coltish thighs, her flat belly, never mind being able to see the tops of her C- cup breasts down her gaping top... "Oh, honey, this is Jaime," My wife said, with a cup of coffee in her hand, while the girl had a can of soda. "Her and her mother just moved in next door." "My father died when I was little," Jaime admitted. "Mom has raised me by herself." "I'm sorry to hear that," I said. The way she was staring at me was making me uncomfortable. "Welcome to the neighborhood. It's great to meet you." "Thanks," She smiled. "It's good to meet you, Sir." "Honey, you don't mind if Jaime stays for dinner, do you?" My wife asked. None of her girlfriends ever stayed for dinner. "Her mother is working two jobs, and she won't be home until late." "I don't want to be a bother..." Jaime said. "No bother, as long as it's all right with my wife," I said. "It's fine with me," She replied. "Thanks," Jaime smiled. "Both of you." It wasn't the last time the blonde stayed for dinner either. And soon it became a nightly occurrence. In fact my wife was telling me Jaime was coming over right from school. She was over on the weekends as well and spent the night often. Not that I minded. And she had seemed to grow on my wife. I got the feeling she may have really wanted children more that she'd let on. They seemed to be acting like mother and daughter. I have to admit, Jaime grew on me as well. I started seeing her as a daughter as well. And the girl seemed to like to spend time with me as well. We talked, watched television and movies, played cards and board games. My wife got so used to her being around, sometimes if one of her girlfriends called and asked her to go out she did, leaving Jaime and me alone. That was when the blonde would do things she didn't do in front of my wife. Liked cuddle up against me, lay her head in my lap, sit on my lap... When Jaime sat on my lap, her butt kept shifting around on my cock, making it twitch and at times get hard. She didn't seem to notice. I have to say that butt of her is her best feature. I said she spends the night a lot. I've seen her in a robe, loosely tied so I can see her blue, pink, green or whatever color bra Jaime might be wearing as well as lots of cleavage spilling over it. I've walked by the bathroom as Jaime'd open the door, and I'd see both her bra as well her skimpy panties. Some were almost sheer, and I saw the shadow of her pussy hair through them. "Oops. Sorry," She'd say, seeming embarrassed. But it never stopped happening. Jaime was always leaving her bedroom door open, and there were a few rare times I'd catch her undressing. Once or twice I got to see that grown up very round butt on her. Another time I almost saw her breasts, but she saw me and did the old hand bra, and gave me her "Oops. Sorry." When she and her mom first moved into the neighborhood, the weather started to grow cooler. But in late October, Indian Summer showed. Whenever my wife wasn't around, Jaime would walk around with her robe open. She'd complain how hot it was. I started to get the feeling the young blonde goddess was showing off her body on purpose. The weather may have gotten hot again, but she was getting me hot as well. I'd never cheated on my wife before. I never even thought about it. Sure, I've looked at other women. Hey, I'm not dead you know! But I've never taken a second glance. But Jaime was tempting fate. And my wife wasn't much help. By late October it was as if Jaime practically moved in, spending every night over here. And my wife refused to have sex with Jaime under the same roof. "I wouldn't feel right..." She'd say. "But what am I supposed to do. Go out and pick up a hooker?" "You wish," My wife would laugh, knowing I was only kidding. Things only got worse as Jaime pushed things further. "Do you think I'm pretty?" She asked while my wife was out one night. "Yes I do," I admitted. "I hoped so," She smiled. She was laying on the sofa, head in my lap, robe open as usual. "I've wanted you to see me. That's why I've been leaving my bedroom door open, walking out of the bathroom with my robe open, using the weather as an excuse to walk around like this..." I was flabbergasted, unable to speak. Jaime rolled over onto her stomach, head still in my lap. I realized her panties were the thong variety. My cock was reacting. "Don't you like me?" She pouted, rubbing her face against my cock. "What do you want me to say?" I retorted. "I'm married you know." "But your cock doesn't seem to have a problem with it," She chuckled. I felt my face grow hot. Damn it, I couldn't believe my body was betraying me! "Of course I like you! But nothing could ever happen between us. I'm married," I said, falling back on that defense again. "So?" Jaime said, rubbing my cock with her hand now. "I would never tell..." "I'd still know what I did." "You wouldn't be hard if you didn't want me," She shot back. Jaime was already unbuttoning and unzipping my shorts. I didn't know what else I could say. She had her fingers in the fly of my boxers, pulling my cock out into the open air. Then Jaime started to lick my cock up and down like an ice pop. I groaned. My wife would never use her mouth on my cock! Jaime was looking up at me as she licked her way up and down. She licked my balls as well. My cock was throbbing now. Jaime raked her tongue down the underside of my cock. I shuddered. Then she worked her way back up to the mushroom-shaped head. Jaime opened her mouth and lowered it around my shaft. She started to bob her head up and down on half my cock. Then three-quarters. Faster and faster she sucked me as she tickled my balls. I gasped and groaned as I enjoyed my first blow job since I was older than Jaime. My balls tightened up. My cock swelled up. I dropped my head back and grunted as I started spewing in Jaime's mouth. She moaned and quickly swallowed down the first rope of jizz. Then the next. And the next. I spurted at least thirteen times as she didn't seem to miss a drop. Finally Jaime slowly slipped her mouth off of my cock, kissing the tip. "I think I'll go to bed now," She said, rising up on her hands and knees. I watched her tits sway, spilling over her low-cut bra. Jaime kissed me on the cheek, right beside my mouth. Then she got up and went upstairs. My wife came home a few minutes later. I had just enough time to put my cock away and zip up. The next time my wife went out, as soon as she was out the door, Jaime came down in her robe. And nothing underneath it. I groaned. Her breasts were very high, and very firm. Her areolae were large and a light shade of brown, her nipples erect. Her pussy was unshaven, covered in dark blonde curls. "Jaime, put some clothes on," I said firmly. "Now." But she just smiled and continued coming. "This isn't right," I tried to get through to here. "What we did last night wasn't right either." "What I did last night," Jaime corrected. "You didn't do anything wrong." "That not the point -" Jaime pushed me down on the sofa and straddled me, kissing me hard on the lips. I couldn't believe what was happening. As Jaime kissed me, she reached between us and unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, pushing them down with my boxers. Jaime grabbed my cock as she lowered herself down my body, taking my cock back in her mouth. It didn't take long for me to grow hard. Holding my cock again, Jaime straddled me once more, this time starting to sink down on my cock. But then she hit a barrier. Jaime was still a virgin. "Jaime. Wait -" Too late. Rising back up, the blonde young teen slammed back down on my cock. Her face twisted in pain. She bit her lower lip. But she never made a sound. She just forced her tight, tight pussy up and down on my cock. I saw a little blood on my shaft. But her pussy was wet, growing even wetter, and soon all I saw was the pussy juices glistening on my cock every time her pussy rose up again. Jaime's tits started bouncing as she fucked herself faster and faster on my cock. I was mesmerized by them. Taking my hands, Jaime placed them on her butt, smiling. "I know you love my ass," She said huskily, prideful. "Everybody does. I started to squeeze and knead her ripe, very round cheeks. And Jaime just fucked me faster. And harder. She was breathing heavy, her body convulsing. And soon she threw back her head and came, screaming loudly. In between orgasms Jaime was mostly quiet, other than her breathing, and her body smacking down against mine. But when she orgasmed - which was often - Jaime really cut loose. I started smacking her but as she came. She shrieked and laughed as she screamed. Jaime had said a mischievous glint in her eye as she rode my cock harder and harder, cumming more and more intense. I hardly lasted twenty-five minutes. Holding her by her waist, I cried out and started to jettison rope after rope of hot jizz up into her young pussy. I spurted fourteen or so times before my balls were emptied, and my cock softened some. Sweaty and gasping for breath, Jaime collapsed down against me, her good-sized breasts pressing into me. She bit her lips and whimpered. "Thank you, daddy," She moaned. "Your daddy wouldn't do that to you," I teased. "Your my daddy now and you did," Jaime said. "And I love you so much, daddy..." I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her as the girl shuddered. Then I carried her upstairs and fucked her until my wife came home. I sure hope she understands... THE END For more stories by this author: http://kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?board=77.0 *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Celebrity Parody Archive