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Serial - Suddenly Daddy Part 27
🕑 Added 2018-05-16 17:27:46 +0000 UTC (This chapter did not go as I initially planned. My first draft of this just did not feel right to me so I had to change it. After seeing the discussion on the last chapter I am sure this one won't go over well with everyone, or possibly anyone, but this is where the characters lead me.)Claire watching you and Jeremy get it on? It was so twisted yet it was so erotic in a forbidden sort of way. It was all shades of wrong, which somehow made it feel so right. You sit and ponder. They both wait impatiently. The air was thick with lustful feelings. You look to Jeremy...you could see such love in his sky blue eyes. Such adoration in that bright young feminine face of his.
Standing up you turn to him. “Come here my boy.”
He springs into your arms, wrapping his slender arms around your big chest.
You hear Claire hum approvingly. “Mmm, there we go.”
You stroke his soft hair and give him a tender kiss to his soft pink lips. He sighs and presses into you in his excitement. He felt so good in your arms.
He gazes into your eyes, lost in his feelings for you. He lets out a barely audible whisper. “I love you.”
He did, he really did. You were his Dad, his friend, and his dream lover wrapped into one. You gave him kindness and guidance, you liked his food, you weren't judgmental of him, you found him attractive just the way he was. This innocent young man had fallen for you head over heels, love at first sight. It was so plain to see. His fragile heart was in your hands. If you were being honest with yourself you knew it wasn't just one sided either. He was starting to get to you. This couldn't be ignored any longer.
You smile as you push him back to arms length, keeping your hands on his shoulders. You give him a long caring look. “I love you too Jeremy, but not like that. We're not doing this tonight.”
You see confusion set into his delicate youthful features. “If it's about Mom watching us...”
You shake your head. “We need to talk.” You look to a perplexed Claire. “We all need to talk.”
Claire was looking annoyed. “Ted, if you're going to tell me how fucked up we are for being the way we are you can just save it. I thought you were coming around...”
“Claire, it isn't to do with that. And you know what...I'm not going to lie. I'm actually looking forward to you watching us. You're right, that's hot as hell.” You let out a small laugh. “Yeah, I guess I'm as...ahem, as open minded as you guys.” You were going to say fucked in the head but you thought better of it. “Maybe we'll do it some day, but not tonight. No, this is about your son Claire. Your wonderful loving son.” Your voice is calm and gentle.
Despite having a few too many glasses of wine in her you see she was catching on to what you were saying. Her concerned attention turns to her son. Jeremy however still looked confused.
Stroking his cheek softly you ask. “Jeremy, why did you break up with your boyfriend?”
He is looking nervous. “I already said. It was a bad match, you know, we weren't right for each other. I...I just didn't love him.”
“You didn't love him because you fell in love with someone else.” You reply, your voice warm and supportive.
Claire sets down her glass and sits up. “Jeremy, what's going on sweetie?”
Jeremy is looking back and forth between you with frightened eyes. He lets out a fake little laugh and shakes his head vigorously. “I just...it wasn't right...that's all.” He saw in your patient face that you weren't buying it. “No. No. I told you Ted, that was just sexy talk. I was just being a silly boy. I won't say it anymore, I'm sorry. I didn't mean... I was just...I was...” His bottom lip trembles, you could see tears in his eyes. He looks now only at you, desperation creeps into his voice. “I'll be a better boy for you Dad, I'm sorry. I'll be better...please don't leave.”
“Jeremy, stop. Stop my boy. Just be yourself. You don't have to prove yourself to me or anyone else. You hear me?”
“But...”
“You are a beautiful, caring, fun and intelligent young man. You have so much to offer a partner. But you need to understand that I'm with your mother Jeremy.” You brush his hanging blonde bangs from his face.
Fat tears roll down his cheeks. His head falls as he whispers. “But...I love you.”
You bring him in for a big tight hug, a fatherly sort of hug. He clings to you, burying his face in your chest. You'd only known the lad a short time but you really did love him. The last thing you wanted was to see him hurt. Claire gets up and comes to join you. She joins the embrace from the side, holding you both as she begins lightly stroking his thin shoulders. She looks to your face with an open heartfelt look.
“Jeremy. I might be wrong but...” She says softly. “...I don't think Ted's going anywhere.” Her deep blue eyes look to you.
You smile warmly. You open your hug to both of them and you hold them close to you. “That's right my boy. I think you guys are stuck with me now. I sure hope so anyways.”
Jeremy nods but he didn't seem comforted, if anything he was more upset. In a little voice he says. “Okay...it's okay. I understand.” He quite obviously didn't judging by the tears. He continues. “I wasn't good enough but...I'm glad you're not leaving.” He sobs. “Roger...Roger told me...he told me I better learn to be...a good fuckboy for someone...cause I'll never be a real man.”
Claire gasps. You could see her heart break at hearing that, yours did too. “Oh my god sweetie. Your Dad told you that? Oh Jeremy.” She strokes his head lovingly.
Jeremy nods and says in defeat. “He was right. He said no one could ever truly love a little fuckboy...a sissy like me...but that I better get good at it if I wanted to be with someone. He said it was the best I could hope for if I kept dressing like I did. He said...I'd end up alone.”
You had heard this guy was a piece of shit, that was putting it mildly! Who the fuck says that to their own son? Probably trying some sort of ill conceived tough love to stop Jeremy from cross dressing.
Claire continues to stroke her son. “Jeremy, don't ever take anything Roger said as the truth. That was a terrible thing for him to say to you. He was a horrible man and a horrible father. You won't end up alone Jeremy, I promise you.”
“You're a good man Jeremy. A fine and good man. You'll find someone, and they'll be the better for it.” You add.
He nods again as he sniffles.
The three of you hug for several long tender minutes. Claire and Jeremy held tight to you and to each other. Claire quietly soothing and calming her son. You providing quiet strength for them. It was working, you could feel him relaxing. You could be at home watching football highlights and drinking a beer right now instead of dealing with this drama. But you wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.
As the embrace comes apart Claire wobbles a bit. You hold her elbow. “Woo, had a few too many I think.” She puts her hand to her temple. She then asks her son. “Do you want to come sleep with us tonight Jeremy?” She smiles. “Like when you were little.”
Jeremy wipes the drying tears from his eyes and nods. You and Claire both smile. He looked embarrassed by the emotional outburst, he was looking down at the floor. “Sorry.” He says in that soft feminine voice of his.
You grin. “Don't be.”
Claire gives you each a kiss on the cheek and a warm loving look. “I'll meet you two upstairs...I think I need to lay down for a bit.” She strokes her son's shoulder one more time. “We can talk more upstairs if you want sweetie.” With a crooked yet proud tipsy smile she makes her way out of the kitchen.
You let out a long breath. It was so good to put this behind you, to have a healthy understanding between you all. You rest your hand on Jeremy's waifish shoulder, you feel him tense for second before relaxing again. “Hey there, you and me still good my boy?”
He is looking down, unmoving. He is still for a long silent moment. Collecting himself. His shoulder rises and falls as he steadies his breathing. You are looking at him concerned, wondering what was going on in that pretty head of his.
Then very slowly he looks up to your face. He stops again, looking into you deeply. His chin down a bit, his big azure eyes upward gazing, his perfect lips slightly parted. He bats his long lashes adorably. He tucks his bangs behind both ears at once, though one falls right back down, then brings his hands together in front of him and gives you the most demure little smile. His stare is intense and crackling with an electric sexual energy. He almost seems to shrink as he totally submits to your more masculine presence. He wasn't even made up or dressed up and yet to your eyes he had never looked so effeminate as he did right now.
“We're good.” He whispers in his cute girlish voice as he lightly bites the side of his bottom lip. He slowly begins to lower himself, going down to his knees in front of you, his pleading eyes looking up into yours as his dainty hands run down your stomach.
He was more in love with you than ever! This was his hail mary, his final desperate play for you.
Coming to rest on his knees he begins to unbuckle your belt. He continues to whisper. “Let me look after you Daddy. Let your boy look after you.”
Reaching down you grasp him firmly by his shoulders and lift him straight up off the ground and back on to his feet. He lets out a light moan of surprise and desire at your strong grip. He gasps in a sharp breath as he feels your strength move him against his will. He trembles as you hold him. His wide desirous eyes look up as his breath quickens. He slumps down, allowing you to hold some of his weight, looking up at you in such a way that was simultaneously cowering yet confident. He was signaling his submission to you with every fiber of his being.
“Jeremy! I...we...” You look over his beautiful young pure innocent loving face. He was yours if you wanted him, body and soul.
In a moment almost like a dream you find yourself moving in slow motion. You bring him into a powerful embrace, this was not a father's hug this time around. You held him with one arm round his lithe waist and the other over his shoulder. You pull him into you. You kiss him hard. He moans blissfully as he melts into your embrace.
Even as you do it a voice in the back your mind is screaming at you. WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? There is another voice however. Another voice urging you forward.
As suddenly as it began you break the kiss and push him back from you once more, holding him out at arms length as if he was something dangerous to you. He is panting, his happy face looking at you with adulation.
You stammer. “I...I...I shouldn't have...done that. I am so sorry Jeremy.”
He just keeps smiling at you.
“I-I'll...I'll see you...upstairs.” You push off of him and turn hurriedly away from him. You walk fast as you leave the room and head up to join Claire in bed.
Your head and your heart were swimming with so many conflicting thoughts and emotions.
Comments
Grimbous
Ted is a rough man, it might get ugly. lol
Grimbous
Oof! That is awful. I am so sorry to hear that dude.
Alabaster Chimes
Oh and for future reference, if this Roger guy shows up, I WANT Hospital Bills. I hope you know what I mean.
St0fF
Wow. See, having some extra muses is a good thing. I love the way you made it turn out! I didn't think Claire would be so good with wine that she can still think fully straight and have that conversation tonight, but obviously we learned another thing or two about her, and the others. P.S.: the emotional aspect of Claire realizing just "now" the width of mental abuse the "real" father had done to J, it sends shivers donw my spine. It reminds me of my experience when my family broke 8 months ago. I had to realize that my wife abused my daughter by telling her she hates her curly hair while she was brushing it. When "everything was still OK" (which it actually never really was), I only realized that my wife was a lot less carefull brushing my daughter's hair than I was.
Symbiotic Life
I already told you before, it's your story at the end of the day. Is this the way I would have gone if it were my story? No, but it's not my story, and I wouldn't want you to feel pressured to try to make it the patreons story.
Alabaster Chimes
Goddammit.....
