What a dad wants part 6

“Gabrielle?”

Gabby gave me one last look of dread before heading off behind the closed door and leaving me in the waiting room. It was Tuesday, four days after Halloween. Four days after I’d lost my mind and any good sense that came with it and fucked her without protection. After a hasty dash to the pharmacy for Plan B, I’d declared we were seeing to the birth control issue immediately.

So there I was, the only man in the ob/gyn waiting area. If I’d cared, the weird looks we’d received would bother me, because of course a much older man escorting a teenager into the gynecologist was probably unusual. In the eyes of those strangers, I was either a pretty pervy older guy, or a hero dad. I’m sure no one thought for a second that I was both.

While I wouldn’t say I’d dragged Gabby in kicking and screaming, she was still pretty timid and hesitant to go. I was trying to be sensitive to that, even though I didn’t understand why. It needed to happen regardless of whether or not I was fucking her, Mitch was for sure. I’d tiptoed around the issue with Stella over the weekend to try and encourage openness about it so Gabby and I weren’t sneaking around about at least one thing. I also thought my doctor wife would be more comforting and reassuring to our uneasy patient.

What a dad wants part 5

It was Halloween, one of my favorite holidays before I had kids, but especially after. Stella usually had to work at some point on those days, but I would go big getting Gabby and Smith ready and taking them trick-or-treating. Stella participated when she could.

Once the kids felt they were too old or too cool to go door to door, they still enjoyed the holiday by helping me decorate, hand out candy, or being my partners in crime for my epic annual Stella scare which was when I took years off my wife’s life by scaring the shit out of her in a creative way, thus her vowing to take my life entirely.

Smith and I were assigned to candy distribution, Stella was working until 11pm, and Gabby was getting ready to go to a party with Mitch and her friends. Teenage screaming came from the TV as I closed the door on the most recent group of trick-or-treaters and glanced up to see Gabby, about to descend the staircase.

She was wearing a short as hell, acid washed, denim skirt that left way too much smooth leg exposed down to a pair of black Chuck Taylors. That was shocking enough but taking in her costume above the waist had me gritting my teeth and balling my free hand into a fist.

What a Dad Wants part 4

Me: If you keep sending me pictures of it, I’m going to fuck it.

Gabby: Isn’t that what you want?

Me: Not yet

Gabby: Just use a condom?

Me: No

Gabby: Why not?

Why not? I was dying to bury my cock inside Gabby’s pussy even before she got the brilliant idea to taunt me with pictures of it via text. The texts came at random times, while we were all at the dinner table, three hours into her school day, or while I was sitting on the edge of my bed trying to have a serious conversation with her mother, while Stell was running around in a flurry to get ready for work. Each time my phone vibrated I both hoped and feared I would be treated to the sight of my daughter’s tits or pussy. It was torturing me to be responsible and just as she’d suggested, it would be easy to give in if I’d just agree to use a condom.

Me: Nothing between us, Gabrielle. Ever. End of discussion.

She sent me a sad face emoji.

What a dad wants Part3

I was eating the dinner I’d prepared, but I wasn’t really tasting it. Gabby had refused to come down and eat with us and Smith was still at his friend’s house. Because it was just the two of us, Stella and I sat side by side at our kitchen island. Unbeknownst to her, she was just three feet away from the exact spot where I’d shot cum all over my daughter’s chest two hours prior. And while Stella seemed to be savoring my signature steak tacos, all I could focus on was my appetizer, a brief taste of Gabby’s pussy filtered through my fingers and her sweet mouth. I was sure my dick would never be soft again.

Stella gently laid her hand on my thigh. I jumped and damn near choked. Laughing she said, “Jesus, babe. You’re a million miles away. What are you thinking about?”

Nope. No way. Definitely could not tell her what I’d been thinking about. I’d heard somewhere that the best lie to tell, was one that was partially true so I sighed before admitting, “Gabby.”

Daughter part2

I woke up to the sound of my alarm trilling. How I’d managed to fall into a deep, lasting sleep after the events of the night before was totally beyond me. Gabby. Her gorgeous tits. Her shaking orgasm. Her eyes locked on mine. My hips powering my cock through my grip. Coming at the same time as my daughter. My dick was waking up too and it definitely wanted to pay Gabrielle an early morning visit.

No sooner did I make up my mind to do so, I heard someone stomping down the stairs, like only teenagers can do, then the backdoor slammed, and the engine on Gabrielle’s hand me down car chugged to life. I jumped up and ran to the front facing window in the master bedroom. Sure enough, Gabby was behind the wheel, backing out of our suburban driveway.

“Damn it, Gabs!” My 17-year-old echoed my thoughts from his own bedroom. She was in such a hurry to escape the house, escape me, that she’d left Smith behind.

“What’s going on?” My wife rolled and stretched, trying to wake up and comprehend the latest household drama.

Caught Daughter with her B/F

It was late. The need to piss woke me from a sound sleep. As soon as I finished, a sixth sense told me to check on the kids. To this day I wonder if the decision to do so was a good one or a bad one.

Given the hour, I was surprised to see the faint glow from the living room television as soon as I glanced toward the foot of our staircase. Without much suspicion, I made my way down figuring one of the kids had fallen asleep on the couch while watching it. I wasn’t being sneaky, just quiet so I wouldn’t disturb anyone sleeping peacefully. Halfway down the stairs, I heard soft moaning. Female moaning. I wondered briefly if my son would be brave enough to watch porn on the family television, but then I heard a male voice between the breathy sighs say, “Gabby, shh.”