Father I Crave Cheddar Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but steal a glance at him; he looked charming in khakis and a forest-green shirt. During our journey to Jasper's family's house, he provided me with a brief overview of their preferences, which was helpful. He mentioned that his mother, who used to work as a dentist, had a fondness for chocolates, which he emphasized multiple times. Therefore, I took the initiative to purchase a large basket of chocolates for her. Jasper's father seemed to be tough on the surface, but in reality, he was a kind-hearted person. He always consulted his wife before making any decisions, which was truly endearing.

“Why not? The city is fun. Forget all that your father said about here. Yeah, it might be sometimes dangerous, but it’s extremely fun too. I missed you, Kyla. We should meet. Besides, you need to cheer up.” Chelsea was Kyla’s cousin, who moved to the city last year. She’d begged Kyla to come with her, but Kyla was adamant about staying, and soon realized how much she missed Chelsea. “So, is this mysterious friend of your father treating you well?” “I haven’t seen him in the last three days. But from what I can tell… He is grumpy. Too commanding. You should see the way he shoved me into his car,” Kyla said. “Hot. Sounds like one of those possessive mafia shit.”

he asks as he sits. I smile at his wide eyes, as he took in the scrambled eggs and bacon sandwich, he had talked about that a lot, it was his first food in the week he ran away, his father had travelled for work, leaving him locked with no food, he climbed down the window, the drain pipe, and found someone’s egg and bacon sandwich on the hood of his car, as the stranger searched for something inside the car, he took it and ran. He said his taste buds literally exploded. I wanted to give him that little comfort again.

Chelsea. Being fucked and eaten by Daddy yesterday, then waking up to the sound of my own mother screaming and moaning for his cock this morning… it was everything you’d see in high-definition p**n. Raw. Filthy. Wrong in the most addictive way possible. I lay in bed replaying it all — the way Daddy had stretched me open on his exam table, the brutal thrusts that made me see stars, the way he’d devoured my pussy like a starving man on his desk.

He does have his fathers hair or as I suspect Victor's hair when he was younger because now Victor had streaks of grey in his hair and if anything it made him hotter. “You made it,” he said, smiling and I shake myself from my trance thinking of his father shamelessly. “Of course,” I replied. He leaned in slightly, pressing a brief kiss to my cheek, “You look beautiful,” he added. “Thank you,” I said again, the words automatic.

I won’t name pressing quietly against my ribs. Maybe Tyler is good for me after all. I close my eyes. I sleep. Saturday morning I come downstairs and everyone is already at the table. My mother at the stove, Marcus with his tablet, Cain in his usual chair with his phone and his coffee and his jaw that I am not looking at. I pour my coffee and sit down. “How was your date?” My mother turns from the stove beaming. “Really good.” I reach for the cream. “He took me to this Italian place downtown. Called ahead two months ago to get a good table.” “Two months ago?” My mother sets down her spatula. “Apparently he’s been planning to ask me for a while.” I stir my coffee. “He’s fun

I was only a babymaker to him. I swallowed down the unease from my throat. I shouldn't have felt bad since it was the reality. But I realized that I had been craving affection since I was a child. My father was always busy with werewolves. My mother left the world even before I could have my memory with her. Clearing my throat, I said the words that I came for, " Well...I..I want to go outside. The air is suffocating me. I want to have my favorite pastry."

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

Elder Cedric nodded his head and pouted his mouth like a baby. My father turned to me and his eyes turned beet red like hot coal, “If not, What business do I want to have with this worthless thing? I would have left her in that cesspool called A****n pack or whatever.” I crawled on my knees to the point he stood, my knees bruising against the cold marble tiles. My cold palm pressed to the hem of his trouser. “Father, please give me one more chance…” “One more chance?” my father sneered.

As the father begins to knead the coldness out of his wife's tits, Ellie begins to frantically suckle on them completing the task of thoroughly warming Missy's cold tits up. At the same time Missy's tits are being given the royal treatment by the husband's warm hands and the daughter's hot little mouth, her pussy is being fucked faster and harder by the large cherry penis popsicle. The louder Missy moans the harder and faster Ellie is shoving the popsicle up and inside her mother. Finally, at the father's urging Ellie slips off the loveseat and unto her knees. She buries her face in between her step-mother's thighs. Her pussy tastes, not surprisingly, like cherries—Ellie's favorite.