Yo Daddy Jokes Novels & Stories

"I thought I knew how to make an omelette. I guess not." "Don't beat yourself up, or should I say cut yourself up?" "Haha, that was terrible." "It was good, it was a good joke," "Then how come I'm not laughing?" "Cause I think you cut up your funny bone too," Marcus couldn't hold back his laugh, "that made no sense, at all." "Yet you laughed, so mission accomplished. When I was a kid, my dad would make a bunch of dad jokes whenever we got hurt just to distract us from the pain, they were rarely funny." Marcus chuckled. "But it's the effort that counts, huh?"

"You don’t get my jokes?" "I never get your jokes dad even mom." Dad immediately face mom. "You don’t get my jokes honey?" "No! I do well most of the time." She smile sheepishly. "Tyler, my jokes aren’t that bad right?" I glanced at Tyler and saw him shaking his head. "No, of course not. I find it funny." "See… even Tyler like it." I rolled my eyes. "He’s a liar." I muttered lowly. Dad raised his eyebrow to me. "What’s that?"

he said in a lower voice, like the way my voice went sometimes when Mommy wagged a finger in my face and scolded me. “Yes! Like Daddy, but shorter,” I finally remembered Uncle Gio now. “Just a little bit shorter. Don’t praise your dad too much; he’ll get a big head, and it’ll explode,” he mumbled. I laughed now; he was exactly like Uncle Darren. Uncle Darren always asked me to stop praising Mommy or she would blow up like a balloon and pop. “You’re just like my Uncle Darren,” I told him. It would be good if they met, so they could crack uncle jokes, and I could laugh harder. Uncle Gio went silent for a few seconds before Daddy came back to the phone.

Cain jokes and Dad looks unembarrassed. “Wow, Dad is a stud,” I tease as we eat. “Am I not allowed to have a little fun?” Dad asks. “You could get a second chance,’ I smile at him. “I’m 45 years old. I don’t see a new mate anytime in my future. I may choose one, but it will be a while” Dad winks at me again. “I think Susan is willing,” I tease. “I prefer she-wolves, thank you,” Dad shakes his head.

“No, they really wouldn’t.” “No, they wouldn’t,” Tracy agreed. “You’re a real hero.” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I’m a regular Superman,” I joked. DJ grinned next to me. “You can’t be Superman,” he protested. He looked back at Tracy and smiled. “My daddy’s a hero like Batman, because he can’t fly either.” I burst out laughing then immediately winced when it hurt my ribs. I grinned down at DJ, who was giggling to himself at his joke. “That was classic. Good job,” I congratulated, holding out my hand for a high five. He grinned and slapped his hand on mine.

He winks at me. "Play, with me daddy?" I watch as he nods. "How will you play, daddy? Your fingers stroking along my body before pushing into my hot, wet pussy." His eyes widen as he stares at me. "Baby girl, don't fucking taunt me, or I swear!" I laugh and nod. "But taunting daddy is so fucking hot." I hear him groan and watch as his cock hardens more. "It won't be when you can't sit for a week, brat."

Your Dad can't take jokes; you need to tell him jokes. "I couldn't tell my father jokes if I tried, and I'm far too hungry for that." "Well, you better start eating then."

Come on, I'll take three shots as punishment—consider it a toast to you and Macy! Todd stood to the side, his expression shifting between anger and panic. He stared at me intently, as if I were the cheating wife, the disgust in his eyes practically spilling over. Looking at the bunch of fools in front of me, I couldn't even be bothered to be angry. I turned my head and glanced at Terrence. He'd worked under Dad for 20 years. There was no way he'd be able to tolerate anyone insulting me like this. He suddenly raised his hand, about to slap Miguel across the face.

I blurted out and my dad replied with affirmative before he stepped out of the water. "Damn! he woke me up and now he's off to some business meeting! what sort of freezing, boring life is this? My friends are unhealthy for my liking, my mom is barely ever at home and here i am starring at my dad dick ". I ended with a sigh "Maybe a little shopping will do alot better for me" A few minutes later after i saw that my dad's car has driven out the gate, i came out of water and dried myself up, then i went into the house.

Charlotte's POV There was a time when I used to dream about the future with Layson. I would imagine if we had a daughter, I'd spoil her into the happiest little princess alive, and she'd be forever safe from harm. If we had a son, I wanted him to be as strong as Layson, inheriting his father's glory. I drew countless portraits of those children and imagined how they would look one day. But when I timidly offered those drawings to Layson, he never looked at them. He tore them up and threw them into the fireplace. He told me in the coldest tone that he could have children with anyone but never with me. He told me to stop daydreaming.