Ugh, I know, I know. Gawd, like every day this week when we get home from school you’re like “You’re supposed to be helping me, Dad” or “It’s been a whole week Dad” or whatever. You and Mom are soooooo annoying. Wow, it’s weird to think of Mom as my wife, ya know? I can’t believe I was married to her. I used to think she was beautiful and the love of my life and stuff, but now… ew.
Yeah, ugh, I know. I know I’m supposed to be, like, helping you get friends and stuff. But like It’s hard to care, ya know? Ever since we made me into a hot teenage bitch, it’s way harder to care about this. At first I was trying to spread good words about you. I went up to the popular girls and they accepted me pretty fast. I was wearing the new clothes we got. Mom— sorry, “my wife”— taught me to how to do some makeup, so I fit in pretty well. I told them about you and they all just laughed. They started making fun of you, and I panicked! So I just went with it I guess.
They invited me out to shop the next day, so I went with them and it was sooooooo much fun. They were all way better than my old clothes. It showed off my assets way better. They showed me how to do my make-up better, too. Way better than what Mom did, yuck. She has like nooo fashion sense. Yeah, it looked slutty, but it looked sooo good. I got so much more attention the next day from all the boys. I felt their eyes crawling up and down my body. Gawd, I was dripping from that. Those girls are just way more fun! I eventually just started making fun of you behind your back to fit in, but eventually it just started being really funny! I love those girls. I’m even joining the cheerleading squad with them! Which will be great because after I can meet up with the quarterback and he can raw me senseless.
Oh, you didn’t know? Yeah, we’re fucking. I know he’s like, a bully to you, but can you blame him? You’re such an easy target. Besides, have you seen him with his clothes off? Mmf, he’s an idol. Abs, pecks, arms, legs, ass. His whole body is lined with muscles. He just oozes masculinity. And his cock. Gaawwd, his big cock. It’s so good. It’s so beefy and full, and his cum tastes sooo good. Oh my god, sometimes he asks me to call him ‘Daddy’ which is sooooo funny, but it’s sooooo hot. I think I might be getting a Daddy fetish, too. I’d gladly take his cock any day. I’m getting wet just thinking about it. Mmm.
God, are you crying? Wow. I can’t believe I ever liked you. I can’t believe we raised such a nerd. You just stay in your room and do homework. Which reminds me, do you think you could do my History essay for me? I would just take the teacher’s dick and get an A, but the teacher is a gross old lady. What, you think I’d just fuck the quarterback? No way. His cock is the best around, but this young pussy needs dicking 24/7. My sex drive has been through the roof. I’m constantly thinking about sex. I can’t focus on any homework anymore, it’s sooooo boring and like, not fun at all! So do you think you could do that essay for me?
Please? C’mon. I’ll make it worth your while. I’ll let you touch my body. I know how you look at me. I’ve seen you looking at my tight ass. It’s okay. I’m barely your dad anymore. I know we’re like “related” but I’m not even recognizable like this. C’mooooon, I can see you’re popping a boner looking at me. There’s no reason to hide it. If you just do my essay for me, I’ll let you touch me. If you keep doing it, maybe I’ll even jerk you off. Maybe I’ll even give you a blowjob. Just think of it like… another game of catch.
So how about that essay?