Novel & Cerita Your Daughter Calls Me Daddy Too

I exhaled and closed the laptop. I sipped my lukewarm coffee. “Another day, another failure,” I muttered. A show interrupted my thoughts. I looked up to see an interview with my father regarding some new innovation at Monroar Motor Corporation. A conversation at a nearby table started right. “Arggh, he’s so hot,” one girl said. “I wish he was my dad,” the other replied. “Your dad? Girl, I want him to bend me over and load me like a shot gun.”

" FYI, it's Dave, not Mave! Where the fuck are you we're waiting at Stacey's house." "FYI, I don't give a fuck about your name; Dave or Mave you're still a dick thirsty bitch! And I will be there in a minute." "You slimy..." and there goes my finger pressing the end button to that call. 'You can be such a bitch sometimes,' my inner voice says. 'I know right' was my spicy reply.

When I received a call from my daughter, Aurora Wilken, I shot up in bed and stepped on the cold floor with my bare feet. “Aurora, is that really you? It’s Mom.” The line crackled with static before her voice grew clearer. “Mom, didn’t we just pay the electric bill yesterday? The power went out. I’m so scared. Where are you, Mom? Please come home.” It was my daughter’s voice! There was no mistaking it!

I got inside the shop that led to our house to meet him. " Dad!" I called. " Oh! You here. Have you eaten?" He asked putting frost on a cupcake. I didn't respond. I hugged him from behind. " Dad" I said again pouting. I know why I'm doing this. " Why are you like this? Grossly." He said. " Let go of me." This old man. I laughed inside. " Daddy's daughter is going to LA. Isn't it awesome?" I cooed. " Really? When?" He asked removing himself from my grip.

Twenty minutes passed while I sat there contemplating my options, which ranged from trying to explain myself to Brynn before Julie got to her, to fleeing the country and assuming a new identity. Neither seemed particularly viable. Then I heard it, drifting up from the kitchen. Julie’s voice, clear and matter-of-fact, delivering her intelligence report. “Mama, Daddy was doing big stretches.” The words hit me like a physical blow, my entire body going still as I processed what she’d just said. Daddy. She’d called me Daddy. Not “the man” or “Darius” or even “him,” but Daddy, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Her fingers traced slow, absent circles across his skin; her breath was still unsteady, but her voice came soft, almost childlike. “Daddy...” she whispered into his ear. Maurice blinked, startled but unable to suppress the helpless smile tugging at his lips. “Daddy?” he echoed, raising a brow at her. “Yes,” she murmured, eyes half-closed as she nestled even closer. “From now on, I’ll call you Daddy. Because in my heart, you’re my real daddy.” Maurice let out a low chuckle, though it was tinged with something deeper. “You do realize I’m only thirty-two, right? There’s no way I could have fathered a twenty-two-year-old big girl like you .”

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

As I watched him , so many thoughts ran through my head at the same time and when I felt that slickness in between my legs , I knew what it meant . I was wet again . “Fuck”I cursed out as I rushed to my room . Once I got into my room , I shut the door And went to where I had kept my sec toys . I just wanted to satisfy myself with him being around , why was this urge for him was tearing me apart . ***** “No Brother , please don’t make me do this” I heard him beg my father for the tenth time . “ Please , I don’t think I’m in the right state of mind to watch my daughter. I know Nora is no longer a kid , but I just want to protect her .

Daddy was talking on his cell phone while Mommy stood up from the couch and came to me with a smile. “You look so stunning, my daughter.” she smiled at me lovingly. Daughter... She called me hee daughter. I felt the sides of my eyes wet because of the sudden tears. How I love to hear them call me ‘daughter’. But they only call me daughter when I do something right or when I'm playing with their business colleagues. I smiled at her, “Thank you, Mommy.” she hugged me tight and rubbed my back lightly. “Let’s go,” Daddy said.

, she cooed. “Do you know, I ran into her dad this morning when I was getting coffee, and he bought me breakfast?” I informed her. “Maybe you should date him,” she joked, “he’s probably the one man on planet Earth she won’t sleep with.” “Maybe I should,” I cackled, “He invited me to dinner at their place tonight. Maybe I should marry her dad and have her call me Mommy.”