Yo Dad Novels & Stories

The drive is a little over three hours and when we get there it's dark out. Dad brought me here once. It was the place where he told me he met Mom. It was one of the things he did for me when he was sober. I sit at the spot where he said he spotted Mom crying. I don't remember what Mom looked like. I was three when she was killed, but I can imagine what my dad looked like trying to console her. Giant intimidating man, nervous at the fact that she was crying, trying to flirt to make her feel better. I'd witnessed his awkwardness several times when he was trying to be sweet. It's where I get my awkwardness from. Jay gets his assertiveness from our Mom. Or so dad would accuse him of. His go-to

"I'm gonna cum, and it's gonna be a lot!" "Jerk off into his mouth so we can all see!" Penny said. Ryan pulled away from the hard dick that filled his mouth, and said, "Do it, Dad! Jerk your cock off right in my mouth! Give me your hot fucking cum!" With Ryan's mouth wide open, Jay began beating his cock, while trying to keep the head aimed between his lips. With a loud groan, followed by "Oh! Oh! Oh, yeah! Yeah!" Jay's cock began to spurt pope after rope of hot salty cum into his son's waiting mouth.

"Tell me, what kind of man forces his own mother to end him? What do you think your father was like?" My chest tightened, breaths coming in ragged gasps as tears welled in my eyes. That fucking woman, his own mother, knew these monsters were responsible for his death. My father... he didn't even have the luxury of a mother's love. Instead, he had monsters for family. "Monsters..." I spat, tears streaming down my cheeks. "You're all fucking monsters! My dad was innocent—never harmed a soul in his life. He dedicated himself to his people. All he knew was love, and you—"

“—tell me who’s your daddy.” The next thrust was brutal, deliberate, grinding deep enough that I saw stars. “You are,” I sobbed out, voice cracking. “You are my daddy—” “Louder.” He punctuated the word with another punishing drive of his hips, spanking me again—harder—while he kept fucking me without mercy. My ass burned, my pussy throbbed, every nerve screaming in the best way. “You’re my daddy—oh God—Mr. William you’re my daddy—” The words spilled out between screams, high and desperate, my whole body shaking like I might fly apart.

He didn’t stop, he kept fucking me harder and took off the tie in my mouth. “Ye…yess dad I’m fine,” I answered, trying to sound as convincing as possible. “Is Jalen there with you,” he paused and I froze, tension washed through me, I turned my face to look at him, and he leaned closer to my ear and whispered. “You can’t let me know I’m here bunny, except you want to get yourself in trouble.”

I showed my father my phone, I didn’t tell anyone my secret besides Darren and Steve knew, so I just clicked on the picture and what was written. My dad looked over it, “Try not to worry Kay, I’m sure Steve can handle it a lot better then you. It may not even be that, there’s lots of fights in jail and a black eye isn’t much of a injury for those fights. We know Darren is a fucking liar, how about next time I’m home you go visit Steve again and I’ll stay behind with Jeremy. We can bring him some more canteen money for Christmas.”

He taught me how to cook, and even how to repair a car. My father, Drew Winterfell, worked four different jobs and even starved himself to make sure I got one of the best educations. My mom helped occasionally, but she was never consistent. My dad loved her too, and he always gave excuses as to why she was barely around at home. He told me she was working in a really far place, and she was also saving up money for my university education. We endured life until the day something happened. I was reading for my final exams when there was a ruckus outside the door, and when I ran to look, I was stunned. There stood my father looking at me with immense hatred in his eyes. His eyes, though blurry

And he walked together with Reagan towards the elevator. "Fuck it." Yomiel cursed as he scratched his head. "Why? Reagan asked. "The car was on the condo. Damn it. My Dad's the best and the worst at the same time." Yomiel grunted. Reagan laughed at him. "Damn, that's probably what your mom would say too. Like 'I love this man and I hate him at the same time'" Reagan told Yomiel as he patted his back.

He stomped his feet in discontent, asserting, "I want Mommy. I only need Mommy. Mommy will do anything for me without hesitation." Daniel forcefully pushed his father out of the room and, with an angry finger pointed at him, declared, "Daddy is a bad guy." With that, the little boy slammed the door shut. Once the door was closed, Daniel climbed onto the bed, panting. He sighed and curled up in the quilt, his small body heaving from exertion. All he wanted was his mommy. People often praised his daddy, but he couldn't find his mommy anywhere. He wasn't even allowed to mention her.

"Dad!" A towering middle-aged man in a set of old-school two-piece suits was standing in the hall. A mope of thick, black hair framed his intimidating, grim look. It was Jared Yaeger, Stevie's father. "Ah, Mr. Yaeger, would you look at that!" Fabian remarked, smiling gushingly. "You can now take your son away!"