Fucking My Best Friends Dad Novels & Stories

Now she will never know that her father was my best friend. Fuck!!! What have I done?

waving hi on my way out to meet friends. But I’m 23 now. And last summer, something that routine took a different turn. It started with Mark, I had a huge crush on him. Dad’s best friend since college. Tall, deep voice, always teasing me a little too long when he hugged hello. One night after a game, when everyone else had left, he stayed to “help clean up.” Dad passed out on the couch after several bottles of drinks.

“I lost control. Completely. Three times… four? I can’t even remember. I came inside you over and over like some animal. Jesus Christ, I didn’t even use protection.” Mia crawled closer and straddled his lap, cupping his face in her hands. “I wanted it. I begged for it. I loved every second of you filling me up. Don’t ruin it with guilt, Alexander. Not when I feel this happy.” He closed his eyes, hands resting on her waist. “You’re eighteen, Mia. I’m forty-two. I’m your best friend’s father. Last night I fucked you raw in my bed while my daughter was sleeping twenty feet away. That’s not something to celebrate. That’s something I should be ashamed of.”

Public service announcement, I'm a whore! Before you hear it from anyone else, I would be the first to tell you. I know I am fucking writing this and putting it out there, in public for everyone to read, but I need you to read with an open mind. I may have fucked my best friends father, but in my defense, he was Jamaican, had the biggest dick I have ever seen and before all that, I was an emotional wreck at the time.

She was done with her date, she held a flower bouquet, and she was still all smiles. Realization dawned onto me instantly. I just fucked my best friend dad. “Hey sis!” She hit my arm. I forced a tight smile. “How was it?” I asked. “It was so good!” She was elated. “I think I like him. We kissed.” She whispered the last part in my ears. They kissed. But I fucked her father while she was away. I was such a bad friend. “Hmmn… Tell me more about it while we head home,” I replied casually.

“What should I think, Harper? I just found out that my dad is fucking you when he was on loudspeaker to his mate. How do you think I feel? This is so fucked up. He’s old enough to be your father.” And he’s the second person to tell me that in under an hour. “I get it, I really do but Dylan your father has the right to be happy and so do I. Let’s not lose sight of that fact. He hasn’t seen anybody since your mother died. Don’t begrudge him this. Levy is still your dad and I am still your best friend.” I take another sip of the coffee, it tastes better now there is cream in it. “Is that what best friend’s do, Harper? Sleep with their bestie’s daddy? Don’t you think it’s a bit fucked up at leas

I don't want any other woman to go through such a mess just because of me. “I know very well that both of you are best friends and you want to keep your relationship going by getting both your kids married to each other, but I'm sorry that because I have never liked her and she knows very well that I don't like her, I wouldn't want your best friend's daughter to go through a loveless relationship with me, which is why I don't want you to bring her into this.” My dad looked very surprised when he heard what I said. Obviously he wasn't expecting that at all.

I feel arms wrap around me and look up seeing my dad. “Don’t ya dare fuckin’ cry! Not for us idiots!” His words are mocking and I laugh slightly. “Do ya love him?” He looks at me, and I nod a bit too quickly. “I’m sorry, I know he’s your best friend, and it’s wrong.”

I answered, "anyway, my dad was my best friend. He was my partner in crime. I mean, sometimes he could be super embarrassing but I wouldn't have changed that about him." "You know your parents would be proud of you. You haven't given up. You've fought to make each day better than the last. I may not have known them but I gather they would have done anything for you, anything to protect you," Julian shifted us so that I laid flat on the bed with him hovering above me. With the pad of his thumb, he traced the sharp line of my cheekbone, "I don't know why that pathetic mutt left you alive that day but I'm glad he did."

"Why the fuck do you care? You've received enough punishment to last your entire life, and I'm confident that the secret affair you had with my dad, which drove my mother away will choke you until you die." A wrinkle appeared across his brow. "Watch your words, Adonis. I'm still older than you. "Typical," I scoffed, relaxing in my chair. He looked hurt, and a small part of me knew I was being too harsh on him. After all, he didn't force himself on my dad. Axton and I had a great relationship, and looking back, he was like a second dad. I thought the bastard was just being a loyal best friend, but he was fucking my dad.