Nervously you stand at the door, Daddy, had made you put on your shoes, a pair of ridiculous heels and sent you outside, Mom was apparently driving you to school.
When you got to the car you recognized... Your Wife!
"Isabelle?!!!?"
"Huh Did you call me by my name Honey?
"You're my Wife! of course I did, You stamp your foot, momentarily forgetting you wore heels, and the bounce of your breasts"
Isabelle looked at you, with a look of a mix of annoyance and sadness.
"No... Tina, I'm Peyton's wife... and you're our Teenage daughter, who goes to an expensive prep school, and one day hopes to be a professional Cheerleader... You'd better get used to it, the quicker you do the easier this will be... now hop in, and put your seatbelt on."
You could only stare stunned as the woman you loved betrayed you, you got in the car, nestling the seatbelt between your huge breasts and Isabelle.... 'Mom' started the car...
Just as you believe the ride to be over Mom pulls over...
"Tina honey, I just noticed you weren't wearing any Makeup... we can't have you going to school looking like that..." she pulls out her purse
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.61 seconds at 12:52pm on Feb 08, 2025 via server WEBX2.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author