Doing Mom’s Job

My ex wife was a big slut. Unfortunately I did not find this out until she ran off with her boss’s twenty-two year old son. Tina and I had been married for nineteen years and had one daughter, Kimberly.

Our marriage had been like most. We had good times and bad. She had gotten pregnant when she was a senior in high school. I was already in my second year of college. I transferred to a local community college, and we got married. Things were fine, our sex life was great, then the baby came. It was like we were stuck in a whirlwind.

Fast forward eighteen years.

Tina landed a new job, and within months her attitude changed. She is and has always been a beautiful woman, but her new attitude changed her from her modest lifestyle to one that was a little wilder. Her skirts became shorter, the makeup also became thicker. When I asked her about her change, she told me I was crazy or accused me of the one that had changed.

Six months after she landed the job, she was scheduled to attend a training seminar. While she was there, apparently she and her boss’ son hit it off in more ways than one. When she returned, while I was at work, she came into the house and cleaned out all her stuff. When I got home after work, all I found of hers was a note.

In her note, she stated that Kim was grown so now it was time for her to have fun. Three days later I was served with divorce papers. To say I was surprised would be an understatement. The divorce decree stated I received the house, cars, and pretty much everything, including the responsibility of our daughter Kim and her education.

Kimberly was the spitting image of her mother. The only real significant difference was that Kimberly was thicker than her mother. By thicker, I am not meaning fat. My ex weighed about a hundred pounds soaking wet, with a bony ass and almost no tits. Even when she was pregnant, her breasts never got bigger than a B cup.

Kimberly, however, was about thirty pounds heavier than her mother. Her breasts were not big, but they were obviously larger than her mothers. Kimberly ran track, so her thighs and calves were well toned. She also had her mother’s complexion. There was just enough Native American in the lineage, that it kept them with a natural tan.

Kimberly was my pride and joy. She was a great athlete, straight A student, and when she wasn’t studying or competing, she worked in my office as a clerk. She always had a cheerful personality and even with her mom leaving, she always found a silver lining in every dark cloud.

She never gave me a moment’s trouble until about three weeks ago.

I had some things to do around the house, so I left work around noon. It was a spur of the moment decision so I had not told Kimberly that I would be home when she got out of school. She was a senior in high school, and had her own means of travel so there should have not been a problem.

I was busy in the garage when I heard her drive up. My truck was in the back so she had no clue I was home. I heard the door shut as she entered the front door. I was at a good stopping point so I decided to go in and see how her day had been.

When I entered from the garage, I was shocked to see what my little girl was wearing. When she had left for school, she was in a knee length skirt with a nice button up blouse, but now she was wearing a pair of slutty, too short, cut off jeans with a tank top that showed every curve of her beautiful breasts.

She still had not spotted me as I stood just inside the door. I first hoped that she had changed since arriving at home, but I knew that this had not been possible. I had so many emotions going through me. I was hurt that she had snuck around and would be seen in public wearing so little. I was embarrassed at the thought that other people may have judged my parenting skills by allowing her to dress so slutty.