I knew there was something different about my mom's marriage to my stepfather. Although he was a father figure, he was... different from most stepfathers. He told me to call him ‘Daddy’ after they got married. At first, I thought it was strange. Eventually, I came to like it. There had never been a Daddy in my life... Except for him. My birth father was gone when I was small, but I have no memory of him at all. Because I had never been protected and cherished by a man, I was always jealous of my friends who had fathers.
Aside from being strict and capable of playing the Daddy role, he was also very kind and loving. Maybe he is more loving than he should be. Never did he touch me. However, the looks he gave me... they sent me searching in the wrong places for the kind of love he made me crave.
In school, the boys I was friends with were so easily manipulated. Almost to the point of falling to their knees, they bowed to me. The only thing I gave them was my attention, but even so, they were happy to have it.
Despite attending college, I still felt frustrated. There was even a professor I fucked. I wanted to find a real man.
My search for a man ended when I returned home from college. What I didn't expect was how much I loved Daddy.
As soon as I returned home, I realized there was something different between us. I was excited by it. He never touched my mom like he touched me, so I felt guilty. Their relationship had come to an end a few years ago anyway. They’ve been sleeping in separate bedrooms for years.
Daddy and I watched a movie one night. As usual, my mom was at work. She worked crazy hours because she took her career very seriously. It seemed like she was always at the hospital, working endless hours. Upon returning home from college for the summer, I noticed she was getting back even later than usual.
“What time will mom be home?” I asked Daddy, dipping my hand into the popcorn bowl.
In response, he shrugged. “Late.” In that one word, I could hear the frustration.
“It's not all that great between you two, is it?”
“The truth is, Baby boy, who could tell? It's been a while since I saw her for more than five minutes. When she's here, she's not here, and you know what I mean,” he added.
I understood what he meant. Her absence had plagued me all my life. Until he married her, I practically raised myself.
Instead of placing my hand in the popcorn bowl, I placed it on his thigh. I don't know what got into me.
“You don't deserve to be alone, Daddy.” I caressed his thigh.
“Baby boy, we shouldn’t.” His voice trailed off as my hand moved up his thigh.
“How come? You're not my real father. However, you could be my Daddy. No one will know.” I moved my hand closer to his dick… and my erection started growing.
His face looked pained, and he turned away. Daddy moved my hand away from his thigh.
“Don't start this, Baby boy. It'll be difficult for you to understand what I'm like.”
His answer only piqued my curiosity and arousal.
“Tell me Daddy. How are you in bed?” I put my hand back on his thigh.
“The way you're teasing me like this is very naughty," he growled, “If you keep doing this, then…"
“Then what?” I challenged him. “You're gonna spank me?” He never even spanked me as a kid, but sometimes I wished he had. My dick was so hard now, just fantasizing about it.
His voice was completely serious as he said, “Maybe.
I loved this series. Phenomenal steamy reads. I think this was my favorite. All were so good and sexy with different situations. I highly recommend all 6 books they will definitely steam you up.