All Chapters of Daddy and Mommy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

| Samantha |"Mama, we spoke about this," I groaned, slumping against dad's lap. My father stroked my curls lightly. "I thought I told you that it wasn't serious. Why would you go to Michael?""I'm worried about you, sweetie," she said softly."We all are," my father interjected. I sat up, turning to my parents, who decided to invade my office."Papa?" He hummed. I took his hand and brought it to rest on my head. "You always say that I am your strong princess, right?""Of course you are, my baby," he smiled proudly."Well, I need you guys to believe that I really am strong. This too shall pass. Once the divorce has been finalized and done with, I will move on with my life and be stronger. I know that I left things...badly, yesterday. I was hurt. Which is to be expected. I didn't know. But as you can see, I'm okay now. I promise. I'm taking care of myself. Jackson and Michael are taking good care of me. As always," I let out an exasperated sigh.They eyed me, not sure whether to believ

| Jackson |Before I could even think about it, as soon as I got into the car and closed the door, Michael gripped the back of my neck, smashing our lips together. I was so hard I couldn't help but climb into his lap."Fuck, you little devil," Michael growled, making me laugh."You liked the show, Daddy?" I asked, grinding on his clothed erection while maintaining eye contact. I shuddered helplessly when our cocks rubbed against each other. "I'm so hard," I moaned, getting lost in the moment. Michael rubbed me in my pants, making me wince. "Too sensitive, Daddy," I whimpered. "Please,""Please what?" He asked, looking straight into my eyes as he continued to torture me slowly. "What does my baby want? Come on, tell me,""Your cock," I moaned out, throwing my head back in both discomfort and pleasure from having him rub me. "I need your cock, Daddy. Please, I need it so bad."My body buzzed in excitement when he undid my pants. I raised my ass so he could pull it down. I was straddling

Michael |Jackson woke up sometime when Samantha came back home and cried until she couldn't. It breaks my heart to see her like this. It makes me furious. I know for a fact Martin has something to do with this. That son of a bitch won't learn.I didn't question Samantha. She'll tell me if I need to know. She'll talk when she's ready. Holding her must have been enough for her."Hey, what's wrong?" Jackson inquired as soon as he saw her state. He sat up with difficulty and eyed the two of us. I gently placed Samantha on his lap. She latched onto him immediately.I walked into the bathroom and filled the tub with water, adding the bath bombs that both Jackson and Samantha seemed to like. I added other fragranced products and soon the whole bathroom had a sweet aroma in the air. I went to grab Samantha's hair products and Jackson's things as well, setting them where I'll be able to reach. The bathtub was big enough for the three of us.I went downstairs and grabbed a few snacks to munch

"Shameless man, if you ask me," I said shaking my head. Samantha burst out laughing."Come to think of it, how often did you guys do it while I was with you?" She asked, looking between the two of us. I knelt down and laid on her chest, feeling the softness of her breast."I think one of the times I got hard, looking at your boobs," I admitted. Samantha gasped, landing a slap on my back."Jackson!""Respectfully, baby," I looked up at her. "I mean, have you seen these ladies? fucking gorgeous," I said kissing both of them. Samantha laughed."I swear you're obsessed with my breasts," she shook her head."And you're noticing that now?" I said cheekily. Instead, she kissed my forehead, as I snuggled into my heaven on earth.Michael's phone rang. "Yeah? Okay, I'm on my way," he said hanging up. "Client downstairs. I'll be back," he said."I should probably go. I have a business to run," Samantha said while fixing my hair. The two of us followed Michael down, playing around aimlessly, with

As promised, the next day Addison and I went to get my dress. I walked into the familiar boutique and was greeted by the receptionist. "Mrs Collins, thank you for coming. If you can just walk through. They're waiting for you,""Thank you," I led a wide-eyed Addison to the back of the boutique, where I'd fit for the dresses chosen for me. I'd called prior and told them what I needed. I met with Paul, my designer. "Hey, thank you for seeing me at such short notice," I hugged him."Girl, I kid you not, I was about to show up at your house and demand a refund for myself. I thought you abandoned me," I laughed at his silliness. "Let's get this show running, shall we?" He clapped his hands together. "Oh, who's this lovely lady?""Addison Sinclair," Addison stammered her name out."She's a friend. I brought her along to help me pick an outfit," I said."You have such lovely eyes," Paul acknowledged, eyeing her. She blushed."Thank you,""Okay! Girls!" He called out loud, startling Addison."