I Slept With My Dad Novels & Stories

My dad asked and I placed a hand on his shoulder. " Dad, we need to talk." I said and took him to my room. ********** After calming down my paranoid dad to a certain extent, I went to bed but I couldn't sleep. I tried to think about all the things that happened today, from me causing it to rain blood to seeing my dad completely healthy which was by far the most amazing thing to happen to me since he got stroke. Then meeting those crazy French jerks and now Aliyah sleeping right next to me like a baby.

“I don't care that you used to work at my parents’ store, Nini–” “Junior, let me finish.” I blinked a couple of times, ignoring my hammering chest. “your dad would… when your mom would leave, and it was just me and him. We would go to the back and…” When I looked into his eyes, he had the same look his mother had at the restaurant. "Your dad and I… we were sleeping together.” Junior took his hands away and stepped backwards as if the space between us had become toxic.

So, by the time we were ready to make our way to the bedroom again, it was clear that both of us were heavily aroused once more. The last surprise before things got heated was that my dad invited me to come to his bedroom instead of mine. I agreed immediately. That seemed somehow significant. And so, at just past nine o'clock that night, my father and I crawled into his bed together. The dildo and its remote were lying right next to me. We were completely naked.

“You told me I wasn’t your type. That I was too much. That I’d end up just like my mother.” I took one slow step toward him. “Your dad doesn’t seem to think so.” His eyes darted between me and the bedroom again, wide with shock, then narrowing with disgust. “You… you slept with my dad?” His voice cracked on the last word. “To get back at me?” I smiled then. Small. Sharp. Honest. “Maybe at first,” I said. “But then it stopped being about you.” His jaw clenched. I saw his hands ball into fists at his sides.

I order and she runs off, giggling. After she left I lean back in my chair and close my eyes, taking a deep breath. I can't believe I slept with a bratwa princess, more unbelievable is that I fall for her. My dad is going to Kill me! I laugh in my head before it clicks! My Dad!!Fuck!! I hurriedly call him, to explain everything before he finds out from someone else. While it rings I take deep breaths and prepare myself for my death sentence! " Raphael my boy, nice that you call your old man. What's up?"

He sits on he edge of my bed. ‘No, you don't want to.’ I say in my head, my face is still buried in my shaky palm. How am I going to tell my dad I attracted a psycho? That my body lets him Lord over me? That I was in a sexcapade with him a while ago? God. But how did I get here? In this nightie. On a well-laid bed… “We could talk over dinner.” My dad breaks through my thoughts once more. “I'm making honey-coated waffles.” He grins, fulfilled.

Dad clung to me like his life depended on it for ages, neither of us speaking. When he eventually turned me round, the depth of emotion in his eyes was scary. "Ben, having sex with you is beyond anything I've had before." I kissed him gently on the mouth. "I know, Dad, I know, it's exactly the same for me." When we got into bed, he'd held me till we both fell asleep. This morning was back to brilliant sunshine. Dad was still asleep, probably tired out from fucking me three times yesterday, although I wouldn't say that to his face, so I sneaked out of bed to go for a run.

I search his face for any form of recognition. Dad nods. “I remember. Was that it then? The moment you chose to sleep with him?” Huh? The red spread to my ears. “No, I didn’t choose to sleep..” he didn’t look convinced. “it just happened. We were both drunk, he didn’t use a condom. It just happened.” The grimace on my Dad’s face tells me he doesn’t want to hear the details. “Look, Dad. It disgusts me as much as it does you but it was a one time mistake. I don’t go sleeping with whosoever...”

My eyes instinctively scanned the room for the source of the smell, widening as they landed on a bucket on the floor. Inside, resting on a bed of ice, was a severed hand. “A member of your mate's pack fought with one of ours,” my father said softly, still not facing me. “And ended up taking his hand.” Goddess. Had I made a mistake by putting her pack first? “Dad, I'm sorry, and—” “I heard she cheated on you, son.” He waved a hand, dismissing my apology before finally rotating his chair to face me. I clenched my jaw, white-hot frustration flaring at my mother's complete inability to keep a secret from her husband.

Mom immediately opened up to me. But I shook my head and showed him my pillow, “Is it too late to sleep with you guys?” I am weak. Mom urges a genuine smile before she glance on my Dad, “You will never be too late for that, come here,” Dad's smiling sambit so I quickly entered their room and breathed in the middle of the bed. I hugged my dad and felt him kissing my forehead. They hugged me both, I couldn't help but cry and rub my face at Dad. “Who was the guy?” Dad asked.