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RWS-244 DADDYS DELIGHT by Richard Van Dorne
RWS-244 DADDYS DELIGHT by Richard Van Dorne
It started out as a quiet, normal Friday evening, Id come home from work to find my dinner in the oven and Janice, my wife, out at the bingo, Id eaten my dried out meal quickly, grabbed a bottle of whiskey and put a mucky video in the player, which was the nearest I came to sex these days. Upstairs I could hear Saras, my eighteen year old daughter, stereo playing though not loudly enough to be disturbing as I settled back to enjoy the tape.
Bailey Easton, and her boyfriend Brad, both 19 years old, wanted to get married, but first they needed her fathers consent. Born and raised Catholic she met Brad at the end of high school. A budding romance followed. The youth snuck out into the evening each night to see each other. Then following school, Brad took a local factory job. It barely provided, but after Bailey and him moved into the same place, things were going good. Bailey, wasnt fairing much better living separate from her parents. She didnt miss the purist drivel of her childhood routines under their roof. Coming into her own as a young adult, she rebelled when it was safe, but followed the code of family honor ingenuously. She was an astern woman, prideful, and had a rigid perseverance to fulfill her familys secret rite of marriage. A sacred passage that was only ever hinted at while she was growing up.
It was Friday night and I got home about 20 minutes early, ready to begin the weekend. The house was silent. Jeff, my son, must not be home yet, I thought. I decided to change into something more comfortable. That simple decision set off a chain of events that has forever changed my life.
Tina was my favorite daughter, always had been. She was the prettiest and the smartest of my three daughters. Our family was a decent, conservative, church going family, and I took my fatherly duties very seriously. I felt very proud that all my daughters had been virgins when they married. Tina was pregnant with her third child and seemed excited about her first boy. I was over the moon over the first grandson.
Darcy And Dad Mom had lost her battle with breast cancer five years earlier. Dad was still experiencing grief and seemed to be having difficulty adjusting to life as a widower. After all, they had been happily married for 25 years, having met as teenagers. Essentially their adult life together was the only one that either of them had ever known. Watching dad struggle emotionally through the months and years following mom’s passing was heartbreaking. Dad remained in my parents’ home out in the country. It was certainly more of a house than he needed now, but he said there was a connection there that he just couldn’t sever. I wanted to be more supportive of dad during that awful time, but I was engulfed in my own tumultuous life, having recently ended a two year relationship with my boyfriend after catching him in bed with our neighbor! So after throwing his cheating ass out I had to face the realization that I simply couldn’t afford to stay in that apartment alone. I was not interested in a roommate and I was really at my wit’s end. What was I to do? Dad had helped me financially a few times in the past and I’m sure he would have helped me again had I asked. But honestly, I realized that his cash would provide only a short term fix and in my heart I knew that I needed to make a major lifestyle change. That’s when the idea came to me… ‘Maybe I can move back home with daddy.’ “NO WAY! Stop it Darcy! You’re 27 years old now. You have your own life and you cannot go back home and live with daddy,” said the voice in my head. And although I knew that to be true, I still couldn’t ignore the prospect of how financially advantageous it would be for me, not to mention how helpful I could be to dad around the house. I gave it serious thought for the next few days and eventually decided to run the idea past dad. So later that week one evening after dad got home from work I stopped by for a visit. He seemed puzzled that I was there on a weeknight but appeared happy to see me. I was a bit nervous and didn’t quite know how to begin my presentation. So after fumbling around looking for the right words I finally just blurted it out, “Dad, can I move back home?” Dad replied, “Darcy, what happened between you and Doug? “I caught him in our bed with Melinda, the slut in the adjoining apartment, so I threw his ass out and I am all done with him now and there’s no way I can afford that apartment on my own,” I exclaimed, now sporting some huge alligator tears. Dad said, “Well sure honey, you can have your old room back. How long do you anticipate needing it?” “I’m not really sure dad. I’m just trying to regroup right now and formulate a feasible plan. I don’t want to get into financial trouble and my thinking was that you would also benefit from me moving back as well. I can help you with cooking, cleaning, household chores, and just about anything else that you need done. I can kind of be a replacement for mom, well… I mean, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to imply that I can ever replace mom… I just meant…” Dad quickly interjected, “That’s alright honey, I know exactly what you mean. Don’t sweat it. I understand perfectly. No need to apologize. It’s been hard on all of us. Let’s just concentrate now on getting your life put back together.” “Thanks dad, I love you so much, thank you a thousand times,” I said, as I hugged dad and kissed him on his forehead. That next Saturday I rented a small truck and commandeered a few guys that I work with and we got all my stuff out of the apartment and over to my dad’s house. It took the entire day and by midnight I was exhausted. I told dad that I was going to grab a shower, go to bed, and I’d finish unpacking tomorrow. He agreed that it had been a long day and he then retrieved some clean bath towels out of the linen closet for me. I took my shower and quickly fell asleep. Upon awakening Sunday morning dad had cooked a huge breakfast for us. I thought that was so sweet of him. He said that it was nice to have someone to sit at the table and speak with and how he so missed doing that with mom. I grabbed his hand and said, “Well dad, you have me here now and things are going to be much better for you.” After breakfast I immediately went back to work unpacking and getting settled in. Dad walked into my room and asked if there was anything that he could help me with. I told him that I pretty much had everything under control… And no sooner did I say that did a large box that was sitting on the edge of the bed fall over and its contents spill onto the floor. Now there lay at my dad’s feet a ten inch purple dildo… And to make matters worse, the impact of it hitting the ground somehow triggered it into the on position! So there I sit on the edge of the bed, totally mortified, watching this vibrating donkey dick bounce around on the hardwood floor right smack in front of us! I was so humiliated. I said, “Oh my God, I am so sorry, dad.” Then dad said, “Sorry for what, being human? Don’t sweat it. Just turn it off now before you kill the battery!” He then chuckled as he left the room. Wow… I didn’t realize that my dad could be so hip. I mean, he was my father and I really never had the occasion to discuss anything sexual with him as I was growing up. But today, for the first time ever I got to see a different side of him. Dad wasn’t just a parent figure anymore… I saw him now as a man, an equal, even a sexual being! I began to feel an immediate closeness with dad that had been absent before. I felt like I connected with him in some special way that morning and that we could now be good friends and discuss anything together. It was definitely a new and strangely exciting feeling. It took most of Sunday to get everything put away and make my room livable. Dad was on the riding lawn mower and nightfall was fast approaching. I went outside and asked him if he’d like to have a pizza delivered for dinner since it was getting kind of late to start cooking a meal. He said, “Sure honey, that sounds great to me. Go into my room and take the Visa card from my wallet and call in the order.” So I go back inside and enter dad’s bedroom but didn’t see his wallet anywhere. I opened his top dresser drawer thinking he might keep it in there. Well, I didn’t find his wallet but much to my surprise I did find a stack of the most hardcore porno magazines I’d ever seen in my life. Holy shit, I didn’t know my dad looked at this stuff! And as if that wasn’t enough, I came across a bottle of personal lubricant. Oh my God, my dad has been jerking off to dirty pictures! I felt so ashamed and embarrassed from what I had discovered, yet equally excited. The thought of my dad jerking off somehow gave me a sensual rush and I felt my vagina becoming moist. My God, this isn’t happening, I thought. How can I be getting aroused over my own father? Just then my dad appeared in the doorway. I was caught red handed! I had one of the magazines opened to the centerfold picture and the bottle of personal lubricant sitting in my lap. There was no way out of this one and I was sure dad was going to be really pissed at me for invading his privacy. I began to explain how I was looking for his wallet but dad quickly interrupted me and said, “Now Darcy, listen to me. If you’re going to be living under my roof you’re going to have to play by my rules.” Oh boy, I felt like I really blew it now and that he was going to let me have it big time. Dad continued, “In this house I do certain things – private things – that you may or may not condone. But the fact of the matter is, since your mom passed on five years ago I have not been with a woman. Men have certain needs and so I choose to satisfy those needs myself, in private. It’s just something I must do to maintain my sexual sanity and if…” Then I interrupted, “Oh daddy, of course I understand. I’m an adult and a woman of the world. I know all about masturbation and the male libido. I didn’t just crawl out from under a rock. I am just so sorry for rumm
aging through your stuff. I truly was only looking for your wallet. And as for these personal items, I don’t have a problem with any of them,
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