But is He Daddy Material?

Literotic asexstories – But is He Daddy Material? by Red_22b,Red_22b Shout out to Coolboy on this one for messaging me with the idea. I was struggling with a little bit of writer’s block and this just set me off.

All characters are 18+ and fictional.

Please comment, as this is how I know you like it.

As always, please enjoy.

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“Daddy!” Laura chirped, alerting her Dad immediately to the possibility that “Poppet,” the apple of her old man’s eye, was going to ask for a favour.

Preemptively, Brian responded with, “Hmmmm, it’s usually, ‘Hey Pops,’ so what is it now and how much is it going to cost me?”

The sharp intake of breath on the other end of the phone made her father smile. Fully getting the fact he was teasing her, she knew that even at 32 she could ask her parents for their last penny, and they would simply move heaven and earth to get her a little bit more. “Can’t a girl just call her favourite man for no reason?”

“Isn’t Martin your favourite man?” Brian responded, referring to Laura’s mousey haired, stubbly faced husband of 8 years.

“Not possible. He’ll never be the first man I ever loved,” she lay the emotion on thick for good effect, finally breaking her father’s suspicious mind.

“I love you too, Poppet. Now, is everything alright?”

The lengthy sigh told Brian that everything was not, and that sign of angst that he had always been able to sense when she was a girl, still seeped from every pore of her body, even over the phone. He could hear Martin in the background now, but couldn’t make out his words. “Ssshhhh! I haven’t asked him yet……N-No, stop it!” Laura said.

She then clarified, “No, not you Dad,” as on the other end of the phone, Laura was having her panties tugged by her randy spouse.

“Is everything ok, sweetie?”

“Y…..yeahhhhh,” she replied, struggling to focus as Martin now had moved his focus to her unsupported, t-shirt covered tits. “I just need to ask if I can staaaaay – hmmmm, – with you and Mum for a month.”

Brian was struggling to make his daughter out, she wasn’t usually such a scatter-brain on the phone, being an architect she was usually quite focused. “Honey, certainly, you’re more than welcome,” he replied, happy that he’d get to see her in the family home again. He always got along well with his son in law too, even though he did steal his little girl. Martin was a leading Fire Fighter in central London, always dedicated to his tough, brave job, although Brian never made peace with the idea that it meant he left Laura on her own for up to 12 hours at a time, often overnight.

They had no kids either to keep her company when Martin was on duty, and the converted Victorian warehouse in which their apartment nestled within was nice, but not nearly private enough in Brian’s mind for his beautiful daughter and her cascading, auburn hair framed pretty face. She had been an awkwardly skinny girl in her youth, only filling out to the curvaceous, soft bodied beauty that she now was when she was a 19 year old university student.

“Honey, that’ll be fine, just let us know when you are coming,” Brian stammered, “But don’t forget that your mother is going to visit your auntie Jane in Australia in 3 or 4 weeks.”

“Thanks, Daddy,” was her breathy sigh, before he then heard a slap and a yelp from Martin, as Laura smacked his hand away from her fleshy breast. She then said, “It’ll be next month, they’re doing work to the old building so I’d rather not be here as it’ll be a nightmare…..”

****

3 weeks later, the doorbell rang and Brian waited as Mary went to answer it. “Why did you knock, it’s still your home,” Mary’s friendly Dublin accent enquired.

Hugging was happening, and Brian got up to join the proverbial party, as Martin wheeled one massive suitcase and one medium one as well, into the house.

“I see my daughter is traveling light?” Brian gestured to the small one, to a sarcastic laugh from everyone, all fully aware that Laura would probably try to pack the kitchen sink if it would fit. Mind you, he didn’t really understand why she packed so much as, to him, all her librarian styled clothes looked the same.

“Very funny! Martin is working this week,” Laura confirmed, “and FYI – one and a half suitcases? I did pack lightly!”

The foursome settled in for the evening, watching TV together. Mary cooked a lovely meal and Brian broke out the whisky for the men, with the women having gin and lemonade. Brian played guitar, and as they all were merry, soon they were singing along to Irish ballads before it was time for bed, with Mary being first to say she was going turn in.

“Is there water for a shower?” Laura asked.

“Your Dad got direct supply gas, it’s 24/7 hot water now,” Mary proudly confirmed, “No having to run the ice-water gauntlet now.”

Brian didn’t sit for long, and was brushing his teeth when the steam from his daughter’s shower dissipated enough to show him in the mirror, that on the door hook, hung a black bra. Brian, initially embarrassed that his wife would leave her bra hanging up for all to see, especially her son in-law, finished brushing his teeth and then went to lift the garment on his way out.

As he did, however, he immediately realised that this would not really suit Mary’s small tits that still sat reasonably high, for a woman in her 50s.

Brian was troubled, and curiosity got the better of him as he took a look at the label, raising his eyebrows as the Victoria’s Secrets special, underwired and sheer material bra revealed itself to be 34D. Knowing that his wife was nowhere near this size, he couldn’t help but think, ‘My daughter is seriously stacked, underneath all those dark, big jumpers and conservative over cardigans,’ as he ran his fingers over the cups, wondering had Martin taken it off her to fuck her in the shower.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! “Will you be long, love?” said Mary, needing to pee. Quickly, Brian hung the underwear back where he got it, opened the doors and his wife ran in.

As Brian passed by his daughter’s bedroom door, he paused. Inexplicably at first, before he realised he was listening to hear if they were having sex. Sadly they weren’t, as they were tired after the long drive from London, gentle kisses were all the intimacy they had shared. They were also mindful that their parents were just a small office and two false walls away, and Laura was not famed for being quiet during an orgasm. They would have to wait until Brian and Mary went out tomorrow evening to their club, for some privacy.

Brian then heard his wife’s pee-stream trickling to an end before the toilet flushed, signalling for him to get into bed, quickly.

Mary joined him in bed a short while later, curling up beside him as he was reading the sports pullout from the newspaper he had bought the previous day. “I like having everyone under the one roof,”she breathed into her husband’s lightly grey haired chest, rubbing it with her fingers.

“Yeah, we couldn’t have asked for a better daughter,” Brian agreed, licking his fingers to turn the dry page.

Mary watched him turn the page with his now wet fingertips, those same fingertips that so many times had prepared her for sexual intercourse. She and her husband were still quite active, and with her leaving soon, she wanted to feel him inside her as much as possible, before her impending departure.

Mary then gently lowered her hand down his chest, over his stomach and underneath the waistband of his briefs, Brian then forgot about reading sport and soon, Mary’s pyjamas came off. She lay underneath her husband of almost 35 years, smiling up as he seated himself inside the only vagina he had ever known, and started to withdraw, and return, withdraw, and return, in a rhythm that was fine-tuned through time, and love.

They kissed tenderly, each time they made love was just as special as the first time they were ever together, or the night they made their daughter. It would always end the same way, Brian’s gentle thrusts built pace before he pumped into her forcefully 3 or 4 times before holding himself against her pelvis, depositing his still potent semen into her now post-menopausal pussy. Of course they had other positions they enjoyed, like sucking Mary’s orange sized, life giving breasts as she rode him, but for the point of orgasm, the only thing they both insisted upon, be it in doggy style or reverse cowgirl that they fucked, they almost always wanted to look in one and others eyes in missionary, as Brian came deep inside his wife.

****

Brian was up early next morning and out he went to walk the dog, visit his old uncle and get the morning’s newspaper, as he had done every weekend for as long as he could remember. None of your social media or apps for him, so he told everyone.

Mary was off to the garden centre for tea and scones with the girls, and Brian was also out, leaving Martin and Laura in the house alone to take advantage of this brief window of opportunity.

At the same time across town, Brian had realised he’d forgotten his wallet. As there was no contactless card saved on Brian’s old mobile phone, he simply had no choice but to turn back and tutted to himself at his forgetfulness, as he rounded the bend to his house.

Meanwhile, upstairs in Laura’s room, a stripped naked Laura was having her pussy owned, over the end of the bed. ‘SlapSlapSlapSlapSlap,’ went the frantic impacts of two people fucking in a hurry, as she begged to feel the Martin’s closeness and climax.

“Oh god, yes, I love your pussy! It loves my cock too,” Martin growled to Laura, as her head just hung, looking down and taking this fucking at the hands of her husband’s carnal needs.

“Yeah you do, uh huh, oh yeah you like it, you like – me – pounding – that – naughty little – wet – little – pussy,” he said, punctuation every thrust he delivered, the slapping and dirty talk ringing out through the house as Laura had left the bedroom door wide open, supposedly so they would hear anyone who would come home.

This would be a terrible time for a father to come silently in the front door, trying not to wake his sleeping daughter and her husband. Unfortunately, that’s exactly what he heard as he inched the front door closed.

Crawling silently up the stairs to investigate, he stopped at floor level. There, through the bars in the wooden handrail, he could see straight into his daughter’s bedroom. Martin was panting, resting forwards across his wife, Brian’s Daughter’s bare ass and back, and as Brian’s eyes and brain aligned to believe what he was seeing, his focus zoomed in on the part between Martin’s legs, the part – or parts – being Martin’s balls, resting against his daughter’s filled, bare vagina.

‘I should leave, now!’ Brian thought, no, Brian KNEW!

Then, Martin moved and Brian thought they were finished, taking in the shape and size of his daughter’s bare behind, with a red sheen to otherwise pasty white buttocks. Martin turned and his cock stood tall and high, as he reached for his wife’s arms that were by her sides, almost bent into a fetal position, such was the pounding she had just received.

Then, Brian’s heart almost stopped. Sleepily, as if in slow motion his daughter unfolded herself, as her arms first pushed her up on her hands on the mattress, and Brian held his breath as he watched the bare, milky white skin of her side-boob hang down, no longer pancaked into the bed.

Turning to her husband, Laura put her arms around his neck and kissed him softly, with her large tits pressed gently into his chest. They stroked one and other, and Martin ran his hands from Brian’s daughters auburn, messy morning hair, down her pretty face. Looking like Brian’s secret pleasure, Octivia Red, he watched Martin’s hands travel down her body to her breasts. Kissing, they groped each other and she was playing with his cock, almost as if trying to make him cum as he tweaked her, toying with her pink nipples on a set of breasts that Brian could only fantasise about.

Don’t be fooled, the unchallenged love and lust he still had for his wife was true, but so was his lifelong admiration, his almost fetish like desire, for a pair of tits in his face that were exactly like the ones now in Martin’s hands. He felt more than a pang of jealousy towards his son in law, having such honour of being invited to share a union with a beauty like Laura.

Martin lay her down again, she was on her back, covering her boobs with her arms to stop them wobbling in that way women inexplicably do, with her legs off the side of the bed as Martin approached her again, rubbing his cock. Settling on top of her, Laura’s body was briefly out of sight as Martin covered her, side on to Brian with his arms underneath her, hugging her close. A thrust and a mutual grunt confirmed that Martin’s cock had known the way back inside her soaking pussy, quite well. Raising up on his hands, Martin’s body freed the left breast that had been trapped against his chest, to let it slightly fall to the side, giving Brian his first opportunity to take in the full, teardrop shaped, bottom heavy breast, the pink areola, and the rubbery, erect nipple that stuck out from the centre of his daughter’s naked breast.

Brian, hopefully quietly, gasped. To the self confessed tit-fan, Laura’s profile was an ejaculation waiting to happen to him. Her tummy wasn’t entirely flat, with a sexy little belly that rippled with her tits, as Martin began to move inside her.

Soon, Martin was pummelling her, holding her legs up against his chest and stomach as he fucked into Brian’s groaning daughter, who now had her hands in her hair, leaving both breasts to Brian’s view as they bucked and bounced up and down.

Then, disaster! Brian’s old phone made a whistling sound to announce a new text message. It wasn’t loud, but loud enough that Laura’s brown eyes briefly flashed to the left. Ducking down beneath floor level, “Oh please, I’m cumming, oh yes, please cum inside me, kiss me, fuck….oh please, yes, yes, OOOOH!,” announced Laura, telling Brian that he had just missed the main moment, by seconds.

Soon, he was in his car and driving back down the street, ‘Laura didn’t hear that, right?’ He thought.

****

Throughout the day, Brian couldn’t look at himself for his thoughts on getting off on his daughter’s breasts, to fulfil an age-old turn-on. Try as he might, those pink nipples and that rolling flesh as Laura was fucked, was hard to turn off, or un-see.

At home that night he got ready to go to the local club, – think Phoenix Nights, – with his wife, knowing fully what his daughter would be doing, the night before her husband goes to work.

Martin was happy enough to put up with the noise of the renovations taking place at their home, as he would be working through the day, and sleeping all night. Laura’s job was different. She had a deadline to make, and being an architect, the noise would just be too intrusive.

He wasn’t wrong about his daughter. While he drank with his wife and their friends, Brian and Mary’s daughter was being broken, in for what would appear, sweet agony over and over again. Martin licked her, sucked her sodden slit and clit as he said goodbye to his favourite person, with whom he hoped to have children with quite soon. As he jetted each injection of sperm inside her, he hoped and prayed that this would be the night that they would conceive and welcome life to the world.

But did Laura really want to be bred?

****

This question would be answered just the following night, after Martin had left for work. Laura had been quiet, sitting watching TV with her parents and hugging her knees up inside her galumphing, huge nightie. Mary asked what she would like to watch, but no reply was given, as she stared into the gas fired flames in front of her.

“Laura, anybody home?” Brian asked, himself also quiet as those images of his daughter still burned his brain.

“Sorry, I was miles away,” she signed, rearranging her legs within her clothing, legs that got deliciously thicker up at her thighs as she uncurled herself, settling them down in front of her.

She seemed awkward, wanting to talk but in other ways, not. Mary’s maternal instincts kicked in, and she asked Brian out of the blue, “Don’t you want to go to the other room and watch the football now, leave us girls to it?”

He was just about to tell her that it wasn’t on for half an hour, when her glare confirmed that this was not a question. He left them to their women’s things, as he would call them.

Whenever Mary came to bed, of course she filled her other half in. Laura had gotten herself into a tricky situation where, now, at almost 33, she didn’t want to bring a child into the world. Having got caught up in the forward motion of the Martin idea to procreate, she now felt like a piece of shit for still secretly being on birth control 1 year on. After getting partnership in the Architects firm she had been at for over a decade, her career was now much more important than having kids.

Her mother had told her that she had to tell her husband the truth, which she knew would break his heart.

Later that night, Brian got up to go downstairs for a drink of water, and as he went past the living room door, he was surprise to hear the TV and popped his head inside to see his daughter, not really looking at the screen. Her legs were inside her nightie again, covering every bit of skin, the image of which still lived rent-free in Brian’s head.

She said, “Hi, I didn’t see you there. I couldn’t sleep.”

Sitting down beside her, he put his arm around her shoulder and hugged the tightly wrapped package into his side. She gripped his arms and it made him feel warmth when she made a contented sigh into his chest. “You always make me feel safe, Pops,” she purred.

“You know that everything is going to be alright,” Brian said in his warm, fatherly voice.

Looking up at him, wiping a tear and a strand of hair away, she looked up at her loving Dad and asked, “Did Mum tell you I’ve fucked up?”

Brian laughed, patting her head he said, “I’ll not tell her about your language, but yes, your mother told me. Are you ok, Poppet?”

Just knowing that he didn’t think she was an awful human being was enough to lift her spirits and she sat up, taking care to keep her nightie over her legs as he said, “Wanna talk about it?”

She did talk, telling Brian about the whole thing, getting caught up in the baby making bug of which she was already late to the party.

“Did you ever want a baby?” He asked.

“I think I did, maybe about 2 years ago after I was settled in my job. It was fun, almost like a second honeymoon or, when we first started……you know.”

He did know, as his only daughter shifted awkwardly within her large nightie, it was obvious she had initially enjoyed all of the sex involved in trying for a baby.

“But then,” she continued, “After 6 months and we hadn’t cracked the case, so to speak, we paid to get tested and all was all alright. I got by tubes looked at and all was fine, apparently next time I ovulated, I would probably conceive. And then I panicked.

It wasn’t all just having sex anymore, we were having sex for a baby,” she said, as Brian got uncomfortable in his briefs. “All of a sudden, it felt like we were doing it just to put a baby in my tummy every night, not for pleasure. Then, one night as I lay there, watching him…..”

She stopped, suddenly realising she was about to describe the exact moment of penetration with her husband, to her Dad, when she decided she didn’t want to conceive. “Sorry,” she said, “Too much information.”

Brian, now feeling the stirrings of an unwelcome stiffness said, “Baby, you can talk to me about absolutely anything. But remember, the man you love, loves you more than the idea of any baby.”

Laura was not so certain.

Brian then went on to remind her of the time when she was 15, she got into trouble at school, with some friends, when she was caught smoking cigarettes, just to fit in. “You got coerced to go with the flow back then, I’m proud of you for not just bringing a child into the world because everybody else does it and Martin wants it. But, you know you’ll have to talk to him.”