All Chapters of Call Me Daddy : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

JennaI sat on the vibrating washing machine in the laundry room, my heart pounding like crazy. Uncle Mark was my mom's younger brother, the strong and handsome man who always took care of me during summer breaks. He was in his early forties but looked so fit and confident. This summer, everything changed between us. We started talking late at night about feeling lonely, and he admitted he had wanted me for years as I grew up. I told him the same thing after my bad breakup. It was so wrong because he was family, but the pull felt too strong. Now here we were, risking everything in his house. Guilt and excitement mixed inside me as the spin cycle buzzed hard against my pussy through my thin shorts. I knew this was taboo, but I wanted him bad.The laundry room hummed loud with the steady spin cycle. I was already seated right on top of the washing machine, and the intense vibrations pressed hard against my most sensitive spot. It sent electric waves of pleasure shooting through my whole

JennaThat same night, under the soft glow of the outdoor lights, Uncle Mark led me out to the secluded backyard hot tub. The air felt cool on my skin, but steam rose gently from the bubbling warm water. My heart beat so fast I could hear it in my ears. After what we did in the guest room, my body still tingled, but I wanted more of him. Being outside at night made everything feel riskier. What if a neighbor saw us? The thought sent nervous butterflies through my stomach, but it also made me wet again. I followed him quietly, holding his hand tight.He helped me into the hot tub first. The warm water felt nice as it lapped around my body. Uncle Mark settled me on the submerged seat and spread my legs wide open, exposing my pussy to his hungry gaze. I felt shy for a second, but his eyes looked so full of want that it made me bold. "Uncle Mark... out here? What if someone sees?" I whispered, my voice shaky with tension. He smiled that naughty smile and knelt in the water between my th

JennaIn the privacy of the guest room the next day, my heart raced so hard I could feel it in my throat. Uncle Mark had me right where he wanted me. Soft restraints held my wrists tight to the headboard, and a dark blindfold covered my eyes so I could not see a thing. Everything felt stronger in the dark. The soft sheets under my back, the cool air on my skin, and the sound of his breathing made my body tingle all over. Being tied up like this left me completely at his mercy, and that scared me a little but also made me so wet. “Uncle Mark… what are you going to do to me?” I whispered, my voice already shaky with nerves and need.He chuckled low and dirty. “I’m going to play with you, baby girl. You’re all mine right now. No looking, no touching, just feeling. Tell me if it gets too much, but I want to hear you beg.” His big hand ran slowly down my side, making me shiver. Then I heard a soft buzz start up. The sound alone made my pussy clench. “That’s a vibrator, Jenna. I’m going t

Lila I sat at the dinner table across from Mark. The food was simple. Chicken and rice. He cooked it. The house was so quiet I could hear the clock ticking in the living room. Mom used to fill every room with talk and laughter. Now it was just us two. I kept my eyes on my plate but my mind would not stay quiet. Mark was Mom’s husband. She married him two years ago. He was older, early forties, tall and strong with rough hands from working on cars and bikes. Dark hair with a little gray at the sides. He always kept a careful space between us. Respectful. Distant. Like he knew he was not my real dad and did not try to be. Then Mom died suddenly from a heart attack. One minute she was fine. Next she was gone. The funeral felt like a blur. After that I had nowhere else to go. So I moved into this house. His house now. Our house. The rooms felt too big and empty. Shared meals were short and stiff. We did not know what to say. But tonight something felt different. When I looked up, his e

LilaThe cabin sat deep in the woods. It was small and old. One bedroom downstairs. One bathroom. A loft with a single mattress up the ladder. Mom used to love this place. Now it felt heavy with her missing.Mark said we needed to get out of the house for a weekend. Too many memories in the city. Too many chances for us to mess up again. So we packed the truck and drove up Friday afternoon. The whole ride was quiet. I kept my hands in my lap and tried not to look at his strong hands on the wheel. Every time I smelled his soap mixed with the forest air, my body remembered the garage. His cock rubbing against me. His mouth on my breasts. The way he told me we had to stop. We got there late. Ate simple food. Slept in separate places — him in the bedroom, me up in the loft. But I lay awake a long time listening to him move around downstairs. Wanting him. Hating how much I wanted him.Saturday morning he said we should hike. Clear our heads. I agreed even though my head was already full o