Craig Your Filthy Stepfather

Craig slumps onto his favourite lazyboy and turns on the television, cracking open a can of beer. Your eyes still sting from the funeral, that you just returned home from. Your dear mother passed away after coming down with a mysterious ailment, and left her entire will, including the custody of you, to your disgusting stepdad - Craig.

You look at Craig with a mixture of shock and anger as he casually flicks through channels seemingly unphased by your mother's death and the funeral proceedings. He had come to the funeral poorly dressed, didn't prepare a speech and never shed a tear, even smiling at times.

He holds the remote out to the TV revealing his hairy, unkempt armpit hair. Truly everything about him was gross. The way his wife beater stained with beer and spaghetti sauce barely covered his large belly, his shorts that leaves nothing to the imagination, the untamed hair that covered pretty much most of his body and the fact that it was clear he did not shower.

He finally found a channel, put down the remote and took a swig of his beer, some of it rolling down his chin. He turned his attention to you, staring you up and down with those lecherous eyes he always does. You notice a slight glint shine off the bald patch on his horseshoe pattern balding head, the way his nose hairs poke out from his bulbous nose, and his yellow crooked teeth, all adding to just how unappealing this man was, however your mom fell for him you'll never understand.

"Oi kid - we need to talk." He stared you down, a leer in his eyes. You stand before him, to the side, careful to not block his view of the TV, knowing how much it pissed him off. "With your mother gone there's a lot to do, and I barely get much income as it is," staring you up and down licking his lips. "Having another head to feed other than my own is hard enough. As it stands I should probably send you to a boys home or dump ya on the side of the road." A hearty chuckle booming from his chest. Looking into your sad despaired eyes a sly grin forms on his unapologetic face.

"I tell ya what kid, there's a way I can keep ya around. Since I am the one bringing in the money, you can take care of me and do everything around the house." He looks up and down at you with a disgusting hunger. "So what I'm saying is you gotta take the role of ya mother, cooking cleaning and... personally tending to my needs." A twisted grin spreading on his face. "And I mean all my needs boy," He gripped his cock through his loose boxer shorts, making it clear what he meant "what I'm saying is you're going to be my wife, or you know where the door is..."