Father I Crave Cheddar Novels & Stories

“Sometimes some people just can’t ever be good fathers.” She looked at me then. Really looked. And I swear she saw straight through me. Saw the wound I spend every waking second pretending is scar tissue. “Is this about your dad?... About who he is?” She asked carefully. “Was he a bad father to you, Chase?” Concern sat in her eyes so nakedly it nearly cracked me open. Nearly. But I held. Forced my gaze away. “The food looks good.” I praised. Coward. I cut into the bread instead, dipping it into the stirred vegetables. Garlic. Carrots.Green peas. Peppers. Parsley. Ginger. Cinnamon.

All thanks to Virginia’s resemblance to Cedric’s late mother, awakening a kinky fetish within him. Feeling an overwhelming surge of affection and trust, Gerald embraced Cedric tightly—a rare occurrence that had seldom happened, even during the time when his late mother was alive. It was an embrace filled with unspoken love and an unspoken understanding. Cedric, taken aback by the gesture, felt a mixture of surprise and warmth in his father's arms, reciprocating the hug with a tenderness that spoke volumes.

I swallowed every drop, milking him with my tongue, savoring the salty taste. “Oh Fuck Father, you're sweet” I muttererd tiredly.

" I think I behave in a less thoughtful way, just act with impulses in the same way that Father Liam acted. He had agreed to sleep with me without anything in return ... He is a boy who is addicted to chocolate. But it got out of hand when I told him that he had agreed to sleep with me in exchange for chocolates ... And his father's head fell on the desk letting out a sigh of frustration. Their children, absolutely all had taken the idiocy of their part, except one. Jedward. ****** "How could that old man tell me that? " He put a chocolate spoon in his mouth, crying " He can not tell me I'm addicted to this shit when it is not " sobbing. "I think he's right at this time " said his best frien

She looked over at me while Father had his mouth on her. “Watch this, Felix,” she said. Her voice was flat. “Watch how he licks me. You have to see every part of it because of what you did with Greta.” I stroked my cock harder. My hand moved up and down. Pre-cum came out and made it easier to slide. I watched Father’s head move between her legs. His tongue kept working on her clit. His fingers pushed in and out of her pussy. Eden’s breathing got heavier. She grabbed his hair with one hand and held him there. Father licked her for a long time. He did not stop until her legs started to shake. Eden came on his tongue. Her body jerked and she moaned loud. Father kept licking through it until she

“Stop it, Dad! I don’t want to!” Cheesy shouted, her eyes watering, her breath coming in gasps from her emotions. In the large office, Mr. Ethan, Cheesy’s father, stood behind a large desk. His body was sturdy, his face stern, his gaze cold as steel. “You don’t know what you’re doing, Cheesy! You’re ruining your future for that lowly man!” Mr. Ethan’s voice boomed. Cheesy stood in the middle of the room, her fists clenched. “I love Daryl, Dad! He’s not a lowly man. Daryl works hard, he’s honest, and he loves me!”

"The house has been awfully quiet since you've become a cheerleader," says Mom as we're eating supper: mashed potatoes, fried chicken, and buttery garlic green beans. "Are you too popular to talk to me? She bites into the chicken wing. "Yeah," I joke, sipping my grape juice. Mom laughs.

"Come on man no need to get rough over two hundred bucks." "That can buy you with that much and still get change," he disparaged. "Okay, man," Todd said. "I'll find them," "You said the bitch has a daughter too," "Yeah, two," "I'll get a taste right?" I could tell he was smirking. "Anything you want boss." “Teen?“ “Yeah and a hottie like her mother, a bit flat but she's getting there.“ “Um… too bad the grass is on the field already.“

I sat up and placed my head on dad's shoulders who was next to me, silently eating a sandwich while glancing at mum. "I used to crave Tuna fish and chocolate when I am carrying you" I grimaced, "Really? That sounds not tasty at all" "It is not" Dad replied, glancing at me, laughing, "I tried to eat a little of those and I immediately spit it out" "And I hit him for wasting it" Mom seconded. "What about Jane?" I asked. "Mom crave Boiled eggs with horseradish when she was pregnant with me" I giggled, "How did you even know that?"

Only my mom ever called me that, but coming from his mouth, it sounded so seductive, so dirty. "Leaving your best friend downstairs to eat by herself just so you can come up here and drool over her father..." He dragged me closer again. I melted against him without meaning to. "You deserve to be punished for that." My stomach flipped. "Now, you do exactly as I say." His voice dropped lower. "Bend down and suck my dick. I doubt your little mouth can take it all in." I swallowed again, my throat tight. "Yes, Daddy," I whispered. His eyes darkened even more.