My BIG TITTY CLASSMATE is marrying my dad… it’s about to get messy – Chloe Surreal

My BIG TITTY CLASSMATE is marrying my dad…

I should have seen it coming, but I was so caught up in my own little world, oblivious to what was happening right under my nose. My dad, the unsuspecting older widower, had been dating a young, nubile woman, and I had no idea that woman was none other than my busty classmate, Chloe Surreal.

The first inkling I had of something fishy was when I caught a glimpse of the two of them driving off together one day. Chloe waved at me from the passenger seat, her perfect cleavage on full display in a low-cut top. I waved back, thinking nothing of it – until I noticed who was behind the wheel. It was my dad! I stared slack-jawed as they drove away, my mind reeling.

Over the next few weeks, I began noticing other strange occurrences. Chloe would often come over to our house, giggling and sauntering in with a mischievous glint in her eye. I overheard whispered conversations between her and my dad, punctuated by odd noises I’d rather not think too much about. And then, the kicker – the day I found out they were engaged.

I was in the kitchen making breakfast, unaware I had company in the living room. I heard a murmur of voices, giggling, then a sharp intake of breath followed by a sustained moan. Curious, I peeked around the corner – and nearly dropped the plate I was holding.

There was Chloe, perched on my dad’s lap as he sat on the couch, her massive breasts spilling out of a tiny tank top. Her hands were roaming over his chest, one snaking down into his pants to cup his manhood. He groaned, clearly enjoying the intimate contact.

“Mmmm baby, I can’t wait to become your wife,” Chloe purred. “I’m going to take such good care of you.”

“Oh Chloe,” my dad grunted. “You’re so sexy, so perfect. I can’t believe I’m going to have a young, beautiful wife like you.”

I stood frozen, my mind reeling. This couldn’t be happening. Chloe, my curvy classmate, was going to be my stepmom? The way she was grinding on my dad, I had no doubt their relationship was an intimate one. I felt queasy at the thought, disgust and jealousy warring within me.

Chloe lifted up her top completely, revealing a lacy red bra struggling to contain her huge, pillowy tits. She pressed them together, framing her cleavage like a porno star. “Like what you see, Daddy?” she cooed.

“Oh yes,” he groaned, mauling her tits with obvious hunger.

I fled the room, my face hot with shame. I retreated to my bedroom, mind racing. How could he? Chloe was half his age! She was my classmate for crying out loud! And yet, I couldn’t deny the slight twinge of excitement I felt at the thought of Chloe as my stepmom. Her body was a work of art – those perky full breasts, her round juicy ass, her tight nubile curves. Shaking my head, I tried to focus.

I had to do something, but what? I couldn’t just let my dad marry a teenage hussy, no matter how smoking hot she was. I fingered the letter in my pocket – an acceptance letter to my dream college, far away from here. My ticket out. But what if my dad needed me? What if Chloe was just after his money?

I was torn, utterly conflicted. Part of me wanted to raise hell, tell my dad what a mistake he was making. But another part of me wondered what it would be like to have a naughty, buxom stepparent like Chloe around all the time. I shook my head. I couldn’t be thinking about that! This was so wrong.

Over the next few weeks, I tried to play it cool, but it was difficult with Chloe constantly popping by to fuck my dad. I began to notice strange things – a pair of lacy panties in the laundry that definitely didn’t belong to me. The scent of perfume lingering in the living room couch. The tell-tale creaking of bedsprings coming from my dad’s bedroom late at night. Chloe was shameless.

And then, the day before the wedding, it happened. I came home from school early to find the house empty. Curious, I investigated the master bedroom – and my jaw dropped to the floor. There, spread out across the bed, were every manner of sexy lingerie, toys, and props I could imagine. Whips, chains, masks, padded handcuffs, feather boas, and a stupid amount of sexy costumes. Chloe had set up a kinky honeymoon in our very own home.

I sifted through some of the costumes, my face warming. A police officer’s uniform. A maid’s setup with a completely cut out backside, exposing the wearer’s ass. An innocent schoolgirl pinafore with no panties and heavy black thigh highs. I felt a thrill run through me at the brazen sexual content. I couldn’t possibly wear these around my dad, could I? And yet… I found myself imagining my dad railing me from behind in the slutty pinafore, my ass bouncing with each thrust…

No! I shook my head. This was so inappropriate! I snatched up the outfits and stormed to my room, where I proceeded to shove them under my bed in a tangle. I threw myself onto my bed face first, groaning into my pillow. Life had become so weird, so complicated. I had to get away from this, but I didn’t know how. My life had become a real life written advertisement and the international girl has to fuck some of the characters. Priscilla, I thought. I have to talk to Priscilla and see what she thinks among all this craziness.