Charlie Heaton Son Novels & Stories

Charlie explained, as he enjoyed Essence's tongue teasing his cock head. "Interesting," Essence said, not watching at all... just focusing on the big fat cock right in front of her face. "And another thing," Charlie added, "I might have given you the false impression that I'm angry with my daughter for taking part in all this wild sex on her wedding day, but I'm not. I'm just puzzled that Dottie never told me about this, and a bit disappointed that I haven't gotten a chance to fuck her yet."

After a while, I gave up and turned to Atlas, saying, “Never mind. You haven’t seen Charlie, but he’s a spitting image of Arton. It seems Arton can’t escape his responsibility.” Atlas swiped the phone screen and revealed the following picture. Indeed, it was a photo of Charlie smiling with two tiny teeth. He looked like an updated version of Arton. “Yeah, Charlie is indeed Big A’s son.” I looked at Atlas and teased him. I was delighted to have found Charlie’s father. After all, he was the child’s biological father. Though Charlie’s parents were troubled people, he was still an innocent child. I returned the phone to Atlas and said, “I’ll have Johnson ask Matthew if Matthew still wants Charli

Talen laughed under his breath. “My father coming here isn’t a good sign. He knew that we were not at the hospital…” Heath added. He didn’t doubt that as soon as his mother had gotten off the phone she had told Charlie that Heath was home, and Charlie had headed straight over to the hospital in order to intimidate and scare the injured Aislen. “What would he have done if Talen wasn’t here?” Rhett muttered darkly.

he tossed back over his shoulder as he stepped into his bedroom. “You’re my son,” Charlie replied. “Whether you like it or not, you are my heir in every way.” He laughed as he walked to the kitchen. Heath shut his bedroom door and locked it, growling low in his throat. He pushed the heat of his anger away as he showered and dressed, freezing it into a hard jagged lump within his chest. Charlie was gone when Heath returned to the kitchen. He hesitated and then turned the kettle back on. Whilst it boiled, he wet a tea towel and filled it with ice cubes.

Charlie smiled faintly when he heard the other party’s question and said, “You must be Lady Jenson’s son, right? My name is Charlie Wade, and my father was an old acquaintance of your father. He asked me to come and see Lady Jenson.” The other party asked in surprise, “Your father knows my father?” Charlie nodded slightly. An old lady then slowly walked out from the cooking shed and looked at Charlie somewhat doubtfully as she frowned and asked, “Young man, you know my husband?”