Filthy Daddy's Taboo Erotic Sex Stories

by Amira Bradford

  'Adam...' A shout came from downstairs. 'Wake up sleepy head, breakfast is ready.' I shouted out a response, autopilot somehow kicking in. In a trance I got up and slipped on my dressing gown before padding cautiously downstairs in my slippers.

  In the kitchen Jenny and rachel were already seated at the table. The first thing I noticed were that they were both showered and dressed and both had a plate of scrambled eggs and a coffee in hand. My plate was opposite Jenny.

  I sat down, unable to meet her gaze, I knew I must look guilty, but I didn't know how else to be.

  'I didn't hear you come in last night honey. Sorry, I was so drunk; I was in bed real early.' Rachel spoke as I sat down.

  Before I could respond Jenny piped up. 'It's ok, I was still up. We sat and had a chat for a while. Didn't we Adam?'

  'Umm... Yeah.' I replied as I tried to swallow down some breakfast.

  'I must apologise though,' she turned to Rachel, 'I totally fell asleep on him. But he's so cute; he got me a blanket to sleep under, didn't you?'

  'Yep.' I managed to respond, finally daring to meet her gaze. Her eyes were twinkling mischievously.

  'I was just telling Rach about my dreams last night, wasn't I sis?'

  Rachel laughed, 'Jenny, you don't want to repeat those kind of things in front of Adam do you?'

  'And why not?' Rachel replied 'He's practically my brother anyway. Besides, it was only a sex dream, it's not like he's going to get turned on by the thought of me having sex.'

  As she spoke, I felt a barefoot brushing up against my calf. Wait a minute, I thought, was that a stroke?

  'Well,' she began, 'it started with the most amazing foot massage.'

  The End.

  Waiting All Along

  "What are you doing here?"

  "What do you think?"

  "Just get you shit and get out!" He hissed

  "Gladly!"

  And that was the last thing she said to him before she walked out of his life almost ten years ago. He knew he hurt her, knew he could never forgive her for her dishonesty, but by God ten whole years of the gut wrenching agony of being away from her, of thinking his trust was misplaced only to find that it was all a sickening lie. He could have been happy, could have had a family by now, could have had it all. Now he had no one to trust, just as it had been when he made her leave. What was he to do now? Surely after ten years she would have gone on with her life, had a career, had her husband one that loved and treated her with trust and placed her above all else, God she must have a million kids by now. He always knew that she wanted a big family and the family dog. She wanted it all, and he'd been so sure that he was going to be the one to give it to her. But the years have made him bitter without her, as much as he hoped she was happy and loved, he hoped the she was in despair and dread just like he was in. 'But that was selfish, she had already gone through this all because of me. Shit! I should have listened.'

  "Happy birthday to you!" they all sung the last line of the song. Grace Miller walked through the crowd of friends young and old and neighbors, making her way to her son holding his birthday cake. Grace stood at 5'5, a beautiful black woman, straight processed hair that went to her shoulders, big brown eyes, flat nose but that only added to her allure and slightly thick lips. Now she wore a plain white shirt and black jeans and a white Nike sneakers, without overdoing it, she looked completely relaxed and at home. She set the cake on the round mahogany table now covered with a white table cloth, young Joshua Miller could not contain his joy as a wide smile spread across his face and his eyes lit with amazement as he gazed on his one foot cake with his name on it. Grace ran a hand through the soft shaggy hair and gently kissed his forehead. "Happy birthday honey" she said to him.

  "Hey Josh," Tommy Silverman said, he was Joshua's best friend and lived in the apartment upstairs, an athletic and competitive pair they were, Joshua stood at 4'8 and Tommy at 4'9. Josh was light brown with a gold complexion never in need of a tan, soft curly hair, straight nose, stubborn mouth and green eyes. Tommy was milk white with red curly hair, a crooked nose, thin lips and just about the bluest eyes ever seen, just like the most beautiful summer's day sky. "Can I blow the candles with you?" Tommy asked.

  "Yeah Josh!" Greg Wright, the father of another of Josh's friends shouted "blow out those candles cause I can't wait to have a piece of that cake!" they all shouted their agreements.

  "Sure Tommy!" Josh replied still goggle eyed, "you can help me blow em out, then we'll see who blows em out faster. Watch us mom!"

  'OK hun," Grace said "I'll count you down, ready, seeeeettttttt, go!"

  Both boys began blowing as if their lives depended on it, it all ended as quickly as it began, Josh held up his hand victorious.

  "I won," he snickered to Tommy "even if I didn't, because it's my birthday!"

  "I got you a cool present Josh, wanna open it now or later?" Tommy asked.

  Josh looked around and saw everyone eying him and the cake, "You know what, maybe we can wait til later, everyone's really looking at the cake." He confided to Tommy, whose eyes swept the crowd as well and nodded his head in agreement.

  Grace stepped in from there and began distributing generous amounts of the cake to the party goers, the party was smooth sailing from there, the kids danced and song out loud to the latest Radio Disney CD, they knew all the Hannah Montana lyrics.

  Later that evening after seeing the last parents out, which happened to be Chris and Marcy Silverman, Josh and Grace collapsed in the sofa.

  "Where did the time go, bud?"Grace asked after several moments of silence. "Your nine now, half way to 18 and half way to leaving me alone."

  Josh hated when his mom got emotional whenever she thought too far into the future, he knew he'd always be there for his mom and even made up his mind to go to the state university just so he could live at home, but that was years from now, "Oh come on mom, you know I'd never leave you when I'm 18," he rose and bent to kiss her cheeks "instead I'm gonna leave as soon as I hit 16." He whispered then sped off to his room laughing. She threw a pillow to his retreating back, "brat!" she yelled at his back, but he didn't hear. Clean up had to begin now, she told herself and rose to get to it.

  "We've found her Mr. Tate." Investigator John O'Neal said to Paul Tate, but said nothing more than that, Paul sat there staring at John, waiting for the expected report, he sat behind his rosewood office desk, his laptop closed, leaning back in his executive chair, the air around him was potent, and you knew you were in the presence of the boss. His blond hair cut layered to frame his face blue eyes cool and calculating and his stubborn mouth set. After moments of silence it was obvious that prompting was needed.

  "Well?" he asked impatiently, eager to get the information he desired.

  "Well she's changed her first name from Laura to Grace, she has a son with the same last name 'Miller', and she's living in California now." John stated as if he memorized cue cards.

  Paul got up and went to his mini cooler and retrieved an Evian bottle inclining his head to John and John shook his head to the unspoken offer of something to drink. Contemplating he began to speak as he walked back to his seat 'Name change, a kid, OK, no husband, no boyfriend?" Paul asked digesting the information.

  "No, doesn't have any record of them here, just a few dates but nothing solid, the last report is that her son celebrated his ninth birthday a couple weeks ago" John replied, but this had Paul coughing and gasping for air as the water he swallowed went down the wrong pipe.

  "Nine years old? Are you sure?"

  "Yeah I'm sure, from what I gathered it was the nicest little party," he began taking his voice a bit lower and softening his deep baritone as if speaking to the children themselves, "she had it in her apartment, all the kids in the neighborhood went and the music was good and she made them some Jamaican style food, I heard the kids talked about it for days on end."

  "Did you get any pictures, John?"

  "Of the party? No, but I know the party store that they bought this
great one foot..."

  "Not the damn party John, the kid, do you have photos?"

  "The kid is Joshua, Paul and no I haven't got any pictures"

  "Why the hell did I hire you if you can't get basic information!" Paul erupted.

  "There's two things wrongs with that statement Pauly partner" John stated, calling him the nickname he knew Paul hated, "one I'm not on your stinking payroll and two, you wanted me to find out where she is and I did, so quit acting up on me!" he continued coolly watching Paul get his temper back under control.

  "I'm sorry bro, it's just that at every turn I feel confused and betrayed and I know I shouldn't take it out on you cause you've done nothing but help, look I'm really sorry about that and I'm really thankful for your help here." Paul leaned over his desk and apologized, he realized that he'd have to get used to doing it a lot if he chose to pursue this. "But think of this John, she left almost 10 years ago and her son is now 9, since I know now that she was faithful only to me, then there's a huge possibility that Joshua could be my son."

  "Yeah, I thought about that too when I found out last night and I'm waiting for information to get back to me about the birth certificate, which I'm expecting won't have any name's on there in the father's slot, just like she gave him her last name."

  "God, what a fool I was to hang on every word of my family, jeez and they went so far to make it all believable," Paul said, anger and depression evident in his voice, while he gazed out the window looking out at the busy New York street "do you know she cried, begging me to believe her, God she cried," he turned around facing John now, water still in his hand, "and I yelled at her called her a whore, a slut, a gold digger and a whole bunch of other nasty names, I did that. All that time she knew," he paused and took a sip of water because his throat went so dry all of a sudden "she knew she was carrying my child, and she kept it. God I'm such a fool!" he said and collapsed right back into his chair sulked and feeling sorry for himself and his situation. John just sat and stared unsure what words could be used to comfort his friend. Jeez, he thought, how could a family be so cruel?

  Paul emerged from the California airport clutching the paper that had her address on it in one hand and a small traveling bag in the other. He was going to try to find her after all this time and what, what would he do when he saw her, apologize? Would she even recognize him? Would she even talk to him? He headed out front to meet the associate that would be picking him up from the airport and take him to his hotel, he tried hard to put any negative reception that could be had out of his mind.

  He sat outside her apartment building in his vehicle staring up at her apartment since 6 in the morning, that was an hour and half ago. He knew they were buzzing in her apartment, what wonderful morning rituals was he left out of, he wondered. 7:35 he saw her emerge from her building in a white 2010 Acadia, even though she was behind the wheels he knew then that she hadn't changed a bit and if she had, she was a lot lovelier than before. He switched his car into drive and followed her, had he really been reduced to stalking? Her car pulled over right at the entrance of Monte Clare Prep and the back doors of the car opened and a red haired boy emerged on one side and a boy with gold complexion on the other. Was that his son? He wondered still too far away to see or hear much. The boys started off to the school's gate then turned to the Acadia, the boy he assumed could only be Josh grinned at the red head and walked to the Acadia, and bent at the waist towards the driver's side, the red head them followed suite, then the boys were off obviously engaged in a hearty discussion. 'Oh my, they kissed her goodbye' he thought, remembering when he had access to such simple treasures.

  She drove off; he followed till she drove into the Police Station, 'did she know she was being followed?' He wondered 'was that the reason she pulled into the station' He pulled over just outside the station and watched her alight from the vehicle, legs first, 4 inch heels, 'wow she must be working out' he thought. A black skirt that stopped at the knee but ridden up during the drive to reveal a pair of brown sexy thighs, he watched her yank the skirt down, putting it back in place. Almost as if she forgot something she bent over by the waist, ass stuck out and prominent in the air. She leaned back into the vehicle to retrieve whatever it was that she left. "Holy shit." He muttered to himself telling his dick to behave, he ran a hand over it. He glanced around and realized that he wasn't the only male in the vicinity appreciative of the view and that stirred up a bout of anger. Finally, she retreated holding an insulated cup, briefcase in one hand, cup in the other and ID around her neck she headed towards the building. 'My baby's in law' he thought and watched her disappear. He needed a strategy.

  The End.

  Real Selfish Lover Pat

  I was 23 when I met Pat, who was 42 at the time. We were work colleagues and got on really well. Pat had dark hair hanging lustrously loose and a super pair of legs. She wore skirts every day and my gaze often followed her legs and ass around the room at work, or in the bar.

  I'm not sure why, but we just clicked and the company was good socially. I would often be on nights out when other work colleagues went out, even the weekend. And then came the night I drunkenly approached Pat and began a conversation about her merits. At the time, she was on the verge of splitting from her husband and I'd not long ended a relationship so my compliments were well received, despite them being very explicit.

  "Pat, why don't you come back with me for a bit before you go home?" I asked her.

  "Dominic, I'm flattered but I'm married, besides I'm too old for the likes of you!" she offered back.

  "No you're not and I know things aren't great at home. You know what I'd love to do?" I continued, quite drunk.

  "What?" she asked intrigued.

  "Get on my knees, hold your thighs and lick you to an amazing orgasm" I said.

  Pat looked surprised, flattered, regretful and delighted.

  "Dominic! Listen, if I was 20 years younger I'd love to" said Pat, regretfully.

  "Come on, listen you wouldn't regret it" I pushed.

  Pat admirably declined and we went our separate ways; on Monday it didn't seem to have brought any awkwardness to our working relationship at all. Indeed, I found myself getting on better than ever with Pat. She even gave me a lift home in her jeep later that week and we joked that the inside of her jeep had condensation and it how it must be from all the hot libido's in the vehicle. Then a month later, she split up from her husband. I saw her out a few more times and then it happened. It was a Friday and I was in the pub, close to the dance floor area. Pat was having a great time with Hazel, a friend and colleague of 40 and a few other women. She was staying over at one of their houses and was up for a great time. I had consumed a few drinks myself when Pat approached me at one point when I was standing on my own.

  "How far is your flat?" she suddenly asked me.

  "5 minutes away" I said, suddenly interested in why she might be asking that.

  "Do you mind if I come back?" she asked me.

  "Mind? Of course not! You mean right now?" I asked excitedly.

  "I'm supposed to be staying at Tracey's anyway so I didn't have to rush back home anyhow and you know the situation with me and my soon to be ex. Look, wait outside and I'll say goodbye to Tracey," she told me.

  I nodded, dumped my beer and went outside, waiting across the road. Soon, Pat appeared and walked across to me, as I watched her. She was wearing a green jacket and skirt, with sheer black tights and high heels.

  "Lead the way" she said as she fell in step beside me.

  We said very little until arriving at my flat, and then entered.

  "Can I get you a drink?" I offered.

  "Glass of wine if there's one going" she said smiling.

  I returned with 2 glasses and we talked some more.

  "Well, I'm free to have fun" Pat assured me.

  "And you deserve it" I readily agreed.

  I think part of me was keen to impress this sexy woman as she was older than me and I wanted to prove I could match
up to any of her past experiences. When we kissed, it led to us hurriedly moving to the bedroom. I pulled her clothes off with haste and divested of my own, swiftly following her as she reclined on the bed. I kissed her again, moving to her breasts and across her stomach before approaching her pussy. Pat tensed excitedly at the first lick, then after a few minutes, I felt her relax and really enjoy the things I was doing to her with my tongue.

  "So you like oral then?" Pat asked me conversationally.

  "Yeah but I love giving. And I love doing this to you" I responded instantly.

  Pat sighed as I began to tongue fuck her and playfully tussled my hair as I continued.

  "Would you really have done what you said you wanted to the last time?" she asked, referring to the night I'd offered to get on my knees and pleasure her.

  "Absolutely. And maybe you might let me sometime" I asked between licks.

  "I think I probably will," she surmised.

  I continued taking long licks with my tongue across her whole pussy, occasionally plunging it inside her and lapping at her juices. Pat eventually began to approach orgasm and I felt her thighs grip me as she came against my face, which she held tightly to her. Afterwards, she just lay as I licked inside her again but gradually, I found myself going down further. Pat seemed to have a surer idea of the next step than I did and tilted her pelvis ever so slightly so that her arse cheeks lifted just a touch. My tongue was now approaching her bum and she was still sighing and pressing down on my head. Whether she wanted me to lick her arse or whether she just assumed I was trying to do that I'm not sure, but before long, I was pushing valiantly to gain entry to a much tighter orifice. There was no longer any doubt that I was rimming her and Pat was utterly relaxed about this.