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HER DADDY’S BED (Taboo Erotica)
Introduction: A daughter’s broken heart leads her to her daddy’s bed.
*** All characters are over 18 years old***
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I’m kind of an asshole. It’s not something I do on purpose. Rather, it’s a side effect of not caring about many people. I didn’t care about my parents, and I barely ever called them, and even more rarely visited. After I turned eighteen, I never spent a holiday with them. It didn’t help that my old man was a violent drunk, and my mom a helpless victim who failed to protect her own children, but my lack of compassion wasn’t limited to them. I didn’t care about the beautiful woman I married out of college, and this caused her to run out on me a decade ago. I didn’t care about the people who used to work for me, and it nearly cost me my business. I managed to sell it for a couple of million before my lack of people skills sunk the whole operation.
The only person I can say I truly care about is my teenaged daughter, Katie. Katie (short for Katelyn) has lived with her mom in Georgia for so long that she has picked up a bit of the local drawl, which I love listening to. She is a tall, athletic girl, who crushes her tests in school like they were written for second graders. She runs track, dances hip hop and has dated the same boy — Tom — since she was fourteen. Living out in California’s central coast, I rarely see her. A couple of weeks during the summer and against during the winter break is about it. Maybe because of this, I still tend to think of her as a little girl. I still call her Katie-Bear a lot of the time, and she always calls me Daddy. Despite this, or maybe in part because of it, I look forward to her visits all year long.
If you’ve never visited California’s Central Coast, you owe it to yourself. Covered in rolling hills dusted with oak, grass, and dramatic patches of bare rock, it truly is a blessed area of the world. Free of all the traffic of San Francisco or Los Angeles, and gifted with the mildest weather on the planet… well, it’s an area I love to call home. Katie loves it too. She may have the southern accent, but she’s a west coast girl at heart. I looked forward to when she left home for college. I had high hopes she’d choose Cal Poly, almost literally right in my backyard.
This year, Katie had flown in for her annual winter visit. She was all mine till the end of the year. As was our tradition, I greeted her at the baggage area with her first Christmas present. This year, it was a gold necklace, hung with a diamond studded heart made from a combination of white and yellow gold. It had set me back a couple of grand, but my Katie was worth it.
“God, Daddy, it’s beautiful.”
“You like it?”
“I love it.”
“You don’t seem too happy about it.”
Katie smiled in weak but honest fashion and stood on her tip toes to kiss me on the lips.
“Daddy, I love it. It’s not the necklace or you. You still strong enough to carry my bags, old man?”
I raised an eyebrow at her as I easily hoisted one of her suitcases. I didn’t spend two hours a day in the gym to throw my back out on a piece of luggage. Katie shouldered her carry on bag, and even through her jeans and sweater she was a picture of athletic grace. There were a lot of jocks in my family, and Katie had obviously inherited some good genetics.
We made the short drive home without talking about what was bothering her, but Katie was unusually quiet. Usually when she first arrived she couldn’t wait to tell me anything and everything that was going on in her life.
When we got back to my house though — a custom designed five bedroom place sitting on three acres — Katie didn’t last long before opening up. We had just gotten her bags to her room when she turned around and hugged me tight. It felt great, like always. However, unlike always, Katie had apparently begun to grow more fully into her woman’s body. I could feel her generous breasts pressing into my diaphragm. I didn’t know quite how to feel about that. Being aware that my five foot six brunette daughter was a beautiful young woman was one thing. Being aware of how firm and well shaped her tits were was something else entirely.
“What is it, Katie-Bear? What has you so upset?”
“Daddy… Tom broke up with me.”
“What? You guys have been together for years!”
“I know, but he says he found someone else. I don’t even know who, he wouldn’t tell me. I don’t even know what I did wrong!”
And with that, the tears started gushing out. I shushed my little girl and rocked her and held her tight, but her heart was broken and the flood went on and on. We ended up lying on her bed, with the left side of my shirt soaked through and Katie sobbing till she didn’t have anything left. She fell asleep with her head snuggled into my chest.
After laying there and listening to her breathe for an hour or so, I got up and made us some lunch. After a moments thought, I made us a couple of screwdrivers and served them up with the meal. I was in the kitchen about thirty minutes before Katie came out, still rubbing the sleep out of her swollen eyes.
“Daddy? How long was I out?”
“A couple of hours tops, angel. Want some lunch?”Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.
“Definitely, I’m starving.”
We feasted on some tri-tip sandwiches and fruit slices, and Katie seemed in better spirits. She was surprised though, when she took a sip of her drink and discovered what it was.
“It’s got booze in it!”
“Sure it does. If my baby’s old enough to get her heart broken she’s old enough to drown her sorrows. If you don’t like it, I can get you some regular juice.”
Katie took another swallow. “It’s gross!” Despite her protests though, she drank the whole thing and asked for another one, which I made her.
In fact, Katie had three more screwdrivers throughout the course of the evening. I paced them out a bit, so she stayed only a little drunk. Her nap kept her from getting too sleepy, and the vodka kept her laughing and smiling and most importantly not thinking about her ex-boyfriend. We listened to Christmas music and wrapped some presents she’d brought for her girlfriends Shanna and Lauren, and basically had a great time.
It’s hard to explain the feeling of peace I get around my daughter. I’m not an unhappy man, despite my asshole status. I belong to a couple of social groups for local professionals, and I get out, travel sometimes, go to my gym and date a variety of young, attractive women. I’m always restless though; always ready to move on to something else. Always except when Katie is around. When she’s home with me I wish I could just stop time so that she’d never have to leave.
Unfortunately, time stops for no man. So it was that the day and evening wore on into night, and the night eventually came to an end, with the ruins of a pizza dinner on the coffee table and our movie of the night rolling credits.
“That was a good movie.” Katie said.
“Yeah, I liked it.”
“I’m so tired, Daddy. I think I might turn in early. Thanks for the drinks, and for such a great night, I feel a lot better.”
“Of course. If you need to talk, I’ll be here for you, one hundred percent.”
Katie leaned over and placed a soft kiss on my mouth. I couldn’t help but notice that she tasted fresh and delicious, the way only a teenaged girl can. I savored her in my mouth.
“Goodnight, Daddy.”
“Goodnight, Katie-Bear.”