Young Dad Novels & Stories

Daddy Grayson said to me. "I can... I will" I assured him and he pulled the car door open. "Then let's get back home and prep you." * "Hmm... Yesss!" I was bouncing up and down on Daddy Grayson's cock as daddy Luxuria parked the car. My grip on Daddy Grayson's shoulders was firm as I moved my hips, rocking him and grinding him whenever my legs felt tired. That fat cock was drilling my cunt so good and nothing felt better than the moments Daddy Grayson would snap, thrusting up into my cunt for a while and having me scream on top of him and cream all over his cock before letting me ride him again.

This cause Yan Yang's hazel eyes, to nearly pop out of their sockets. What? The little boy yesterday and her boss had......... A father and son relationship??

"What do you mean? Wouldn't you appreciate it more if I don't marry your nephew in the first place?" Cassian scoffed and shrugged his head. Catherine noticed how his hold on the steering wheel tightened as he didn't spare her any of his stares. Catherine took time to examine and appreciate his features. This was the first time that she got to look at him this close. It was scary... yet, enchanting at the same time. He was already in his mid-20s, and yet, he still looked young and desirable for any woman younger than his age. Catherine took in a sharp breath and decided to snap out of the dirty thoughts.

I question, because the way he made it sound is that he always spends time with his wife and kid and all family man, but now they saying that he is a workaholic. "Yeah, no he never really spent time with them, he was always trying to find ways to find you and your father, always obsessing over making you the Don and taking down your father, but now that you're here it's like he has calmed down a lot" Grandma sadly states as she plays with my hair. "Wow didn't think Mr. I am a family, man lied about always love spending all the time with them, but oh well, can't blame a workaholic when it comes to working" I say dismissing the topic.

It has been open since the day I came back and it has never once been closed and I have stopped noticing, which is its own kind of achievement. I stand in the corridor and look in. Richie is at the piano. Marcus is beside him on the bench. That is the image. My father, sixty-one years old, a man who has run a company with four hundred people in it for two decades, sitting on a piano bench with his shoulders slightly hunched and his reading glasses on and both hands hovering over the keys with an expression of absolutely total concentration. Kane is leaning in the far doorway with a glass of water, watching, saying nothing.

"What type of man was my dad? Please tell me the truth. I am an adult and you don't need to sugarcoat things for me" "Why do you suddenly want to know?" "I just want to... It's normal to want to know about him, right?" "Right. I shouldn't even have asked that question. He was a pretty good man, trust me. He was a bit stubborn though, wouldn't listen to a lot of people. He was wild too, he would do things without thinking about the consequences thoroughly but he loved your mother and he loved you too. A whole lot" he replied. "My mum loved him too. She still does"

Dad apologizes sarcastically. "With this handsomeness, you didn't notice me?! Father, you're really old, your eyesight got worse," Drake said in disbelief. Tsk. He is so boastful. "You are handsome?" Dad asked in disbelief and looked at Drake from head to toe and scoffed. "Oh please drake! Stop joking around, it ain't funny. You're the one who has poor eyesight. I'm even more handsome than you" said father and smirked at Drake "Father, don't fool me. We all know that among the two of us I'm more handsome than you because I'm the youngest. You don't have any appeal anymore. So I won't be surprised if one day mother replaces you for a younger one." Drake mocked dad.

"I checked on that imbeciles profile... he also has a son who is two years older than you" Mr Lee sighed shakily before he spoke calmly. "listen, I know it hasn't been easy for you to find a man who will love you for you but darling this is not the way to go about it. Trust me your daddy understands these things but going for a man who is older than your own father is preposterous and unacceptable. you are Lee's only child and this thing you are trying to work out with this old hag will not happen as long as I am alive" Mr Lee said this then slowly turned and began to walk away... "but Dad, he is not an old hag, he is only two years older than you! Jesse yelled as she looked at her father's

I let out a deep, heartfelt sigh, my voice filled with warmth, "Happy birthday, Dad." "Thank you," Dad replies Kai joins in, his arms enveloping Dad, "Happy birthday, Uncle Ezra." Dad smiles warmly, replying to Kai's embrace, "Thank you, Kai." Without missing a beat, I playfully interject, "Ohh, I can’t believe it. My sweet daddy is getting old." My voice softens as I gently pat his cheeks. It's become a yearly tradition for me to jest about his age, and the banter always brings a smile to both our faces. "Don’t grow old, Daddy."

I smiled despite myself. “I need to stop at Yoda,” Mom suddenly announced. “What for?” “I need to buy pasta.” “We have three packs at home.” Dad said. “I know.” “So… why are we buying more?” “Because I want to.” Dad sighed dramatically. “Amanda, we’ve barely picked Sierra up.” “It’ll only take five minutes.” He shot me a helpless glance in the rearview mirror. “See what I live with?” I laughed. “Just drive, Tony.” With the long-suffering patience of a man who had clearly lost this argument many times before, Dad flicked on the indicator and took the next turn toward Yoda Mart.