Baby Girl
Age Gap Story
My son and daughter-in-law from California are visiting me here in North Carolina. I raised my boy all alone after his mother abandoned us for a cocaine dealer.
Nevertheless, they are here for a month or two while he dries out in an Asheville drug rehab facility. Angela is his gorgeous wife and an exotic dancer originally from Los Angeles. She will be my housemate.
I have my own drug and alcohol issues, but I consider myself a high-functioning addict. The things Angie and I did last night amid a drug and alcohol haze shouldn’t be discussed in mixed company. This is where my story begins.
I overheard my daughter-in-law speaking to my son. Angela’s responses indicate that I was the center of their conversation. However, I ignored them and poured two more glasses of Korbel.
She entered the kitchen looking like a stone-cold fox. Those emerald green eyes that mesmerize and bronze sunkissed thighs immediately cause my manhood to rise.
The first day Baby Girl showed up with my son in a little black dress, barely covering that fabulous fannie. I knew she was troubled.
“Trouble in paradise?” I ask while handing off her glass of bubbly.
“You know your son is the jealous type.”
