Dearest Mother Dearest Father Song Novels & Stories

She walked to the piano and sat down. She smiled brightly at her father and said, "This song is dedicated to the beautiful soul. He has been with me through thick and thin and he has sacrificed a lot for me. I love you Daddy and I thank the Lord for blessing me with you. The name of the song is: 'You are my safe harbour.' Avery's fingertips danced on the keyboard, the enchanting melody was heard, and it was magical. The guests were overwhelmed with sweet emotions. It took their breath away and it stirred their souls.

I whisper and he smiles. "I love you too Bumble bee," he says, "you'll always be my little girl." "I'll always be a call away," I tell him as the song starts to end, "I will call you if I ever need anything." "Please do," Dad agrees, "I'd always love to hear your voice." I kiss his cheek as tears continue to fall down my cheeks and he walks me back to my seat. Leon and his mom walk out. His mom chose the song What a Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong. It was beautiful as Leon hugged his mother tightly who had tears falling down her cheeks. Leon kept talking to his mom as if he was reassuring her and she smiled up at him like she was the proudest mom in the world.

All the way back, he kept singing repeatedly: o xun toradoi Deutarai nidiye mur nisina dukhiya loraloi maare nidiye kheti baati kora dukhiya loraloi o xun toradoi tenekoi nesaba bor morom logakoi… O Dear Sweetheart, your father Won’t give your hand to a poor fellow like me Your mother won’t give your hand to a rustic farmer like me O Dear Sweetheart, Don’t you give those love-soaked glances…

He remembered the soft sounds she used to make in their tiny harbor flat. Now his father was tasting it. His father’s massive, heavy hands were gripping those pale hips. His father was making her scream. She let out a long, ragged, high-pitched wail that seemed to actually rattle the brass doorknobs. It went on and on. It was this perfect auditory picture of absolute, trembling surrender. She sounded completely broken apart. Then Damien let out a harsh, guttural shout of his own. The heavy oak bed slammed against the wall one last time with a loud crack.

I was sprawled on my bed, scrolling through my phone, trying to ignore the fact that my brain was, as usual, replaying the latest Gabriel dream. Yeah, that Gabriel. My dad's best friend. The one who haunted my sleep with those ridiculously handsome smiles and touches that felt so real, I'd wake up all flustered and confused. He was, like, thirty-something, noble, always dressed sharp, and totally off-limits. My forbidden fantasy. My secret obsession since I was, like, fifteen. "Coming!" I yelled back, shoving the embarrassing thoughts away. Gotta act normal. Always normal. I trudged downstairs. Dad was already there, looking a bit nervous, which was weird. Mom was practically bouncing. "Sit

With all of this running through my head, I open my eyes and smile, “I’m ready.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~ As soon as the instrumental ballad of Ed Sheeren’s song, Perfect, begins to play, my father steps up to me and I link my arm with his, “You are so beautiful, honey; the prettiest bride that I have ever seen.” I grin, “Even more than mom?” “Sh, don’t tell her.” He winks at me. “Thank you, Daddy.” I look forward and take a deep breath.

My father then turned towards me and asked “Any suggestions for songs you both want to dance to?” Matthew smiled and nodded his head, “I am not sure if you have heard of him before, but his name is Ed Sheeran.” My mother gasped in delight “I LOVE HIS SONGS!!!” I then laughed and nodded my head in agreement with my mom, “She really does.” “Perfect, can you play “Kiss me,” asked Matthew. My mother touched her heart, when the song played and my father grabbed her close and they got ready to dance. “After this, let’s head on out,” I whispered to Matthew, as the song began to play.

"It was my Mother's until she mated my father and became Queen. I know she would have loved you and your Mother." "Do you miss her?" "Yes, all the time, but I miss her the most, especially on nights like tonight." "I love you, Dad!" "I love you too, sweetheart." As the song ends we bow to each other and then father goes back to mother and Liam joins me and my friends, we all then enjoy the dancing and have fun until the alarms all go off and there are a couple of loud explosions one after the other when they stop I am surrounded by my father, Liam, Benjamin and Hannah.

But with Adrian’s cock buried so deep and his scent all over me, the words tumble out anyway. “I’m yours, Daddy! Only yours right now. My pussy is yours. My body is yours. Please don’t stop owning me…” He unmuted the call and ended it with one last cruel line to her about putting pups in me. The second the phone went dead he flipped me onto my back, spread my legs so wide it almost hurt, and slammed back inside me like an animal. I screamed. I cried. I came so hard my vision went white. “Daddy I love you, Daddy don’t stop, Daddy I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours”

“No dear, I guess you don’t know him as well as you think that you do. That isn’t his favorite song.” “Since when? That has always been my favorite song.” I said defensively, feeling a little annoyed that my mother either didn’t know my favorite song or she was trying to make Izariah look like a fool. “Your favorite song is Hound Dog.” My mother argued. “As much as I like Elvis Presley, which is dad’s song, not mine.”