That night, my new stepdaughter Evie was introduced to her mother's unusual medical problem and the even more unusual medical treatment she was receiving.
"Now it's nothing to get worked up about, honey," Mary explained. "The doctor says this premature menopause problem is probably reversible given the right treatment, and anyway even if it weren't, it's not seriously harmful. I'm in no danger."
"But you're only 37 years old!" exclaimed Evie. "How can you be going through menopause?"
Mary smiled. "If you're looking for a medical explanation, you're asking the wrong person. Even when the doctor explained it to me, I didn't really follow him. The important thing is that I'm treating it, and it shows every sign of reversing itself. But at least for now, I'm having to take a large number of pills: hormones, vitamins, nutritional supplements, you name it. When you see the pile of pills I take every day after work, your eyes will pop out!"
"Mommy, please! Don't joke about it!"
"I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm just trying to ease the tension. I appreciate your concern, and I think the better of you for it. And I know you'll work with me dealing with the side effects."
"Side . . .?"
"The medication has temporary side effects," I explained, cutting in. Mary looked at me with relief in her eyes, glad that I was stepping in to take some of the burden of the explanation off her shoulders. "Basically, for a couple of hours after your mother takes her medications, her eyes dilate and she has trouble focusing. She becomes so sensitive to light that we have to turn off all the lights and close all the drapes in the house."
"Oh, Mommy!" said Evie. "That sounds terrible! And you're like that all day after taking the meds?"
"No, no. The light sensitivity comes on about twenty minutes after I take my medication, and it only lasts a couple of hours. After that I'm back to normal."
Mary then took her medications - I counted almost twenty pills this time, of all shapes and colors, including spoonfuls of powdered seaweed extracts and liquid fish oils. I spent the next several minutes closing all the curtains and shutting off all the lights. Mary said the light from the TV didn't bother her much, so we put on a football game. That way she could follow the sports announcer's descriptions of the game, even if the picture itself was only a fuzzy blur.
"This is American football?" asked Evie as I chose the station.
"Is there any other kind?" I asked.
"In Indonesia, people use the term football to describe - what is it Americans call it? Soccer? Yeah, that's right. I don't think I've seen an American football game since I left the States at the age of nine."
"Well, come sit next to me on the couch," said Mary. "We'll explain the rules as we watch."
"I'd rather sit with my new Daddy," said Evie, moving toward my seat in an overstuffed armchair. "Do you mind, Mommy? Daddy looks like he has a nice big lap."
"Go right ahead, sweetie," said Mary, smiling. "I'm glad you're becoming attached to your new stepfather."
"I sure am," said Evie, smiling.
Evie came and stood before me. Since it was the only clothing she owned for the time being, she was still wearing her under-sized Catholic schoolgirl outfit with the minuscule green plaited plaid skirt and white knee socks. To preserve the over-strained buttons of her blouse, she had unbuttoned it entirely, then tied the shirt tails together under her huge 32F breasts, leaving her tummy bare. Now, standing before me, she held her elbows straight and clasped her hands demurely at her crotch, which had the effect of pushing her big tits together, accentuating her amazing cleavage. Her long blonde braids went several inches past her shoulders. She lowered her head and, looking submissively into my eyes, she asked, "Do you mind my sitting on your lap, Daddy? I don't weigh much - I'm only a hundred and ten pounds. Pleeease?"
I was grinning from ear to ear as I replied, "I don't mind at all, honey. Come sit on your Daddy." I held out both my arms to her.
Within seconds, Evie had seated herself on my hardening cock. She draped one arm over my shoulder and sat with her legs hanging over one arm of the chair, facing towards her mother. "This is great, Mommy! I really love having a new Daddy!" She wiggled her ass on my lap as if she were settling herself in to her seat, then kissed me on the cheek. We both looked at my wife and smiled at her.
"Is he your Horsecock?" asked Mary, smiling innocently.
"My Ho - Hor . . .?" Evie was wide-eyed with surprise. I could feel her stiffen in my arms.
"You heard me." Mary's innocent, benign expression was so totally at odds with the words coming out of her mouth that I struggled to keep from snickering. "Jenna told me about the slang word that Indonesian girls and wives use to describe their big, strong Daddies - they call them 'Daddy Horsecock'. I guess you didn't think I'd have heard the term, mmh?"
"No, I guess not."