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Serial - Suddenly Daddy Part 20
🕑 Added 2018-04-30 21:19:39 +0000 UTC You are looking at Jeremy with concern. You'd walked into this young man's life and seemingly tripped every psychological switch he had. He'd tripped a few of yours too. He quite obviously had fallen for you hard. This was not good. You pat his leg. “Yeah, you did good Jeremy.”“Thank you.” He smiles.
He turns and sits up. Sidling into you he presses his shoulder against your stomach and rests his head on your chest. You sit motionless. You feel your sticky jizz from his back press into your leg. He curls up and snuggles himself against you. Reluctantly you put your arms around him, holding him as he obviously wanted you too.
He nuzzles into you. “I feel so safe in your strong arms.” He kisses your neck lightly. “Ohhhh...you're such a good lover...oh my god. You're the best.” He kisses you again.
“Jeremy...” You start.
He is humming and cooing lightly, his hands stroking you softly, his nose nuzzling your chest. He was balling up against you, tucking himself completely into your embrace Jeremy's total and complete commitment to this submissive and soft hyper-femininity was...it was...it was fucking attractive is what it was. To a traditional guy like you it felt...nice. Despite what you'd just done you had never felt more manly in your life as you hold your happy little femboy. Now, had he not had the look to pull it off it would have been off putting, but he had the look and then some. He somehow seemed more female than an actual female!
You stroke his soft hair. You didn't know what to say to him. You were never a big one for emotional talk. Also, his tender loving touch and cute little sounds were so god damned disarming.
“Jeremy...” You start again. “...we...uh...we can't...you can't... Jeremy, about what you said.”
He giggles and reaches up for a kiss. You look at him. His eyes closed, lips pursed.
You kiss him.
“I'm sorry. It was just sexy talk.” He says, the look in his big upward turned eyes told you otherwise. “Let me clean up and make you something to eat Daddy.” He hugs you round the chest then pulls away and gets out of bed. Looking at the mess the pair of you had made he giggles once more. “Oops.”
He scampers off to take a shower.
Wiping yourself off on the blanket you bundle it up and throw it in the laundry hamper. That would be crusty as hell when you got to it, oh well. You give your leg and junk a quick scrub with a clean wet face cloth then throw that into the hamper and get dressed. You could hear Jeremy finish his quick shower and head out to the kitchen.
You head out there yourself to see him setting some things on the counter. He was still completely nude though he had touched up his make up and fixed his pigtails. Those cute bouncy pigtails. You can't help but admire his smooth perky butt.
He looks over his shoulder as you approach, he catches you ogling him and he very much appreciates it. Running over to you presses himself into you, his hands running across your chest. “Hey big Daddy.” He plants you with a quick kiss before returning to the counter once more. “You really need to go grocery shopping. The only thing I could scrounge up was peanut butter and jam sandwiches.”
With a deft hand he quickly assembles three sandwiches, two for you and one for him. You find a couple of oranges that still look edible and add them to the plates. Before long the pair of you are sitting at your small table eating lunch. It had been some time since you shared a meal with someone here.
He ate in small careful bites, dabbing his lips occasionally with a paper napkin. His legs crossed in a most lady like fashion. Again, everything about him was so effortlessly feminine. He is looking back at you with a steady intense look, a little smile on his face.
You look back at him and lean back. You say in a serious voice. “I'm glad that was just pillow talk in the bedroom Jeremy...cause I really like your Mom.” His expression doesn't change. “Besides...you don't need an old bastard like me.” You chuckle. “You're too good for me lad. Find yourself a strapping young buck, you shouldn't have any trouble. You understand my boy?”
You internally flinch at calling him your boy right at the end there, it just flowed out so naturally. You were sending him mixed messages though you didn't mean to, not consciously at least.
He nods and simply says. “Okay Dad. I'll go get dressed, lots more work to do!”
You pat his bare shoulder. “That's the spirit.”
He smiles then gets up to go get dressed. As you watch his sweet little ass leave the room you shake your head. Fucking hell. You shake your head again.
It is not long before he comes back out. He heads toward the washroom, as he does so he is reaching up to pull out his pigtails. He was going to remove the makeup.
“Um!” You blurt. “Uh...you can...you can stay like that if you want. I...I kinda like it.”
His grin brightens the room. “Okay. I won't embarrass you? You want to be seen with me? The other people...”
“Fuck em.” You say. “You can't embarrass me Jeremy. You just be you, okay?”
His smile is just as bright though now the edges of his eyes sparkled with tears. “Okay.” He says again, his voice cracking with emotion. The pair of you share a brief happy moment.
You clap your hands. “Okay, that trash isn't going to haul itself. Let's get a move on!”
The pair of you head back out to the truck and continue your route. As you go you make sure to really emphasize how work really wasn't all that bad if you are able to find something you don't mind doing. How good you felt to enjoy a well earned rest after a hard day's work and bringing home a hard day's pay.
You encourage him to talk about cooking, which he does enthusiastically. You listen to him go on and on about sauces and chefs and techniques you'd never even heard of. You nod and urge him on regardless. You are none to subtle as you wonder how interesting cooking school might be for him. As you ask him how cool it would be to learn all those techniques from professionals. You never actually tell him he should do it, but you keep him talking about it. He realizes what you are doing and doesn't seem to mind one bit. Jeremy does get some looks along the way, but you ignore them and so does he.
You drop him off at a coffee shop as you make your last run to the transfer station then pick him up again on the way back to the yard. He hops in with a couple of donuts and coffee for you. You accept them gratefully, two peanut butter and jam sandwiches for lunch not quite doing it for you. On the way to the yard you sing along to your old country CD one last time. He really belted it out this last time, in particular the song Boy Named Sue. You both enjoy a good laugh at that one.
You park your rig in the yard and shut off the engine. The pair of you sit quietly for a few moments. Your mind running back over what was an incredible day together. After this pleasant bonding day you were genuinely starting to have feel a paternal connection with him now, along with other more base feelings. It was a strange mix.
He says quietly. “Thank you. I had a wonderful day.”
“Sure, me too.” You respond honestly.
You both get out and walk over to your truck. You take back the steel toes and toss Jeremy your truck keys. “You drive?”
He nods.
“Good. I've been driving all day, you can drive us home.” It takes you a second to realize you'd just called Claire's house home...felt nice.
You drop off the boots and punch out. Lisa asks. “How was the ride along?”
You grin. “It was...good. He's quite a kid.”
Lisa gives you a pleased look. “Aww, look at you. Ted the proud Papa? I never thought I'd see it. Things getting pretty serious with Claire then?”
You nod. “I sure hope so Lisa, I sure hope so.”
Before long you are back in your truck relaxing as Jeremy drove you back to Claire's place.
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Grimbous
Thanks? LOL Definitely not what I set out to do, but it is undeniably fun to write. I just hope everyone realizes just how deeply messed up all of these characters are, including the MC. Pure fantasy here people, pure fantasy.
Alabaster Chimes
Grimbous: The writer of Fucked up families. Good thing you do it so well we dont care.
