Daddy's Little Secret

by Rose Marie

  “Oh Daddy… Joshua wow. I love it! I love him! I love you! Thank you.” She hurries into my arms, this time crying tears of happiness.

  “Anything for you Princess. I love you too.” When she pulls away, she looks around the house craning her neck to look around.

  “This house is beautiful… can I go look around?” My phone starts ringing but before I pick up I kiss her lips sensually. “It’s ours already Princess so you can do what you want with it. Go on ahead. I’m going to take this. I won't be long. There’s food and chocolate cake in the kitchen.” She sets our new unnamed puppy down and he trails after her trying to lick her feet. When she’s out of sight I turn and take the call I’ve been looking forward to making since last night.

  “Mom?”

  “Joshua! Honey, please don’t tell me you betrayed me!” She screams.

  “If betraying you means I married the woman I love, then I’m sorry mom. I love Layla more than words can describe and I want to be happy. Please stop bringing me into whatever you and dad have going on. My wife is black and your grandchildren will be too. That’s something you’ll have to get over or you’ll never see their faces or my face again. I love you and I hope you come around to accepting my decision.” When I hang up, feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I’m free.

  Flashback Six

  “Oh fuck Princess!” I groan, grabbing Layla by the waist and pounding into her with a steady rhythm. She had her head thrown back and her mouth parted in an ongoing silent scream with her eyes closed. She looked magnificent and it made my dick tingle and grow harder. I grab her waist tighter and thrust harder into her, biting my lip as her tits jiggle with our movements.

  “Open your fucking eyes Princess and take your punishment. Look at what the fuck you do to me,” I panted, feeling on top of the world. “Who’s your Daddy?” A tingling sensation crept up my spine when she didn’t respond. Fuck, I love it when she’s bad. I pull all the way out, and I press my palm on her belly adding pressure. Then shoving into her as hard as I could, she screamed, arching her back and throwing her hands above her head to grab the sheets. “Answer me!” I bend down close to her and bite her lip. Sucking it, I dip my tongue in her mouth. I saw this on a porno last week and I’d been wanting to try it ever since. It worked better than it did in the porno.

  “Ughhh ahh Josh you are! Oh fuck you are!” Layla is so fucking hot. Goosebumps spread all over my body when her hands slid down my sweat soaked back as I stroke deeper into her. I kiss down her neck, then lick her exposed nipple.

  “Who owns this pussy?” I asked, grinding into her.

  “You own this pussy Daddy.”

  “Fuuuuuck!” I pulled out because I felt my nut coming. I shoot on her stomach, trying to calm down.

  I get out of the bed to get a towel to wipe us down. After I clean us up, I see Layla has already curled into a ball and fell asleep. I look at the clock and see I have just enough time to shower and change before I have to go downstairs to my dad’s birthday dinner thrown by the company and my mom. Since it was such a large-scale event my mom got us hotel rooms, only this time I asked for my own room thankfully she didn’t protest too much.

  I sigh and go into the bathroom to take my shower. While washing off, I think about my conversation with Trey earlier today when I was picking up Layla to stay the night at the hotel with me.

  When I had pulled up, only Trey and Dro were there. I’d noticed Sean’s absence a while ago. When I asked Layla what was going on with him she told me that him and his girlfriend found out they were expecting a baby. It was a complete shock to me because when I seen them last, she didn’t look pregnant. That’s when she laughed and told me they only just found out and she’s only a few months along. It’s still crazy to be thinking about having kids at our ages, but I understand accidents happen.

  When I see Trey and Dro, they told me that Sean and Diana had picked out a name for the baby because they found out it’s a boy and they’re going to name him Samuel. Though as cute as that was that wasn’t what caught my attention. It was something Trey said…

  “Aye. Hold up. I been meaning to ask you, there's been this other white guy coming around lately. Not as often as you but he be around. You know about that?”

  “No, I don’t know anything about that. Just do me a favor keep this guy away from Layla.”

  “Nah, this guy older, and from what I seen he’s not after shortstop. He come by for Ms. Nikita fine big booty Judy ass. But I seen him once, and I swear y’all look alike. Who would have thought both Layla and her moms would have jungle fever?”

  I didn’t care at the time but now that I think about it, but what if this guy married Layla’s mom and he took them away somewhere? No, that can’t be the case. Layla said her mom loved her boyfriend. But she didn’t think it was marriage serious because her mom never introduced her to him. From what Layla said, her mom would never marry someone without talking to her first. Contrary to my belief she was really close with her mom, it’s just her mom is strict because supposedly she didn’t want Layla to end up like her. Even though she said that on the way here, I still can’t help but worry. I one day want to meet her mom and tell her that her daughter is safe with me. I snort knowing that it’s wishful thinking. Layla, just like me, never talked about herself. I don’t even know her mom’s name. What did Trey call her, Judy?

  I let out a sigh as I climb out the shower and I change quickly, not wanting to be later than I already was. I say my goodbyes to my sleeping princess and head down to the reception hall. When I make it to the party, I quickly spot my mom who’s throwing back drinks like water. As soon as I get over to her, I take the champagne she had in her hand and sit her down with a plate of chocolate cake. It’s been like this a lot more lately. I don’t understand why they don’t just divorce already.

  “Th-th-thanks Joshhh.” Her speech slurred.

  “No problem mom. Uhm where is dad?” I asked looking around the crowd.

  “Hmph, nigger bitttccch.” She looked down at the cake in front of her and swiped it from the table. “I hate chocolate. It’s the devil.” My mom always gets like this when tipsy. Normally she can hold it better, but today’s episode is especially bad. How the hell is chocolate the devil? This ridiculousness is just embarrassing. Quickly, I looked around to make sure no one heard her. Coast clear.

  See, the thing about being a racist is that even though damn near everyone in this room is one, no one was bold enough to admit to it out loud for fear of offending a big-ticket partner who MIGHT not be one. So to say the n-word in public, well that would socially cripple you. Especially now with so much press around.

  I was about to start panicking because my mom was starting to get belligerent, but I see out the corner of my eye some guys that I met a while ago while on vacation at my grandparent’s house. When they spot me, they come over with the leader of the pack in front.

  “How’s it going, Josh right? This your mom? How’s it going ma’am? My name is Bennet Lincoln and I’m here with my pa. We’re from Cattle Co. These are my buddies Liam Stoltzfoos, from Stoltzfoos Law firm, Sterling Smith, from Smith Jewels and Adam Sylvester he’s Royl-“

  “Joshua, s-s-son listen to your mother okay? Don’t betray me like your f-father did. Don’t betray me with a nigger.” My heart dropped as I look up at the four guys all but one eye’s widened in shock. Sterling was the only one who seemed used to this kind of talk. I wanted to duck my head in shame, but to my surprise Bennet, who was my age, set his face and squared his shoulders.

  “Looks like your ma ain’t feeling to well.” His big Texas accent seemed to be getting thicker, but I understood what he was implying.

  “Yeah, she’s got a headache.” She looked from me to her nodding.

  “I’ll help you get her to room. Liam can you go tell my Pa that I’m helping a friend out. Sterling and Adam go tell the reception that Mrs. Gates ain’t feeling too well, and she needs something delivered in the morning to ease her hea
dache.” They nodded and went off while Ben helped me take my mom to her room. I should find dad and tell him what happened.

  After I thank Ben, we exchange numbers and promise to keep in touch before I go off in search of my dad. This shit is annoying. I just got here and she had to embarrass me like that in front of guys I was hoping to be friends with in the future. Fuck this. I’m just going to get my dad and go back to my hotel. I’m not playing babysitter for my mom tonight.

  When I get to my dad room, I knock but I don’t get a response. Where the heck could he be? I leave his room then check main ballroom. Nothing. Upstairs, I still get can’t find him either and just decide to give up. I pull out my phone to send him a text then head back to my room. Before I head down to the elevator, I go into the bathroom at the end of the hall. As soon as I enter, I stop short when I hear grunts and sticky oh so fucking obvious slapping, sex noises coming from the stall all the way down at the end. Shocked, I go to leave when I stop yet again this time by a shaky aroused female voice moaning.

  “More Daddy! uh it feels so good!” The moans were low and sensual and I could tell they were having a good time.

  “Fuck Nikita! I missed you so much this week Kitten. Nu-uh back it up hard on me… yeah, just like that. Daddy missed his kitty cat. I missed my kitten’s fat ass and fuck baby, your thighs they...” The guy stopped his praise of her body and grunted like a wounded animal. “Turn around, I want to eat your ass kitten. Then when we get to the room, I'm going to fuck it. I’m going to teach you a lesson about leaving me.” His deep and aroused voice sounded full of pain want and greed. I’ve never heard a man sound so in love. Though clearly the guy was doing as he said because the woman starts making all types of incoherent noises. “Fuck! Why do you keep leaving me? Please just stop.” I hear a smack that was clearly on the ass. “Bend over and spread that ass for me. Oh fuck yes. Daddy loves when you shave it clean like this.” Then the noises that came next were unmistakable. Whoever this kitten woman is, was definitely getting her soul devoured from her.

  It wasn’t quiet like the whispered sweet nothings either, no, the guy sounded like he was having the best meal of his life. It sounded sloppy, nasty and hot as fuck. Should I peek? “That’s it, little sexy little bitch! Feed that pussy to me.” I should definitely peek.

  “I can’t wait. I have to fuck you now.” The man’s voice went deeper and also became more desperate; it was shaky and passion filled. I could hear the exact moment he slipped into her. It had me going back to my time with Layla at the hotel not too long ago. He was cursing violently while banging into the poor woman so hard it rattled the bathroom stall. Sounds painful . He sounded nothing like a man, it was primal and wild. But she seemed to love it because I could hear not one complaint.

  “Yessss, ohh fuck Daddyyyyy, yesss!” She screamed. As he continued his assault on her, I wanted to pull out my dick and wack off so bad, but I was too late because they both let out a powerful and satisfied grunt. That told me they were done… for now. The man said something and I pause at how familiar the voice sounded but I couldn't place it because it was too shaky as the bathroom door opens and a guy walks in.

  “Wooo someones been having a good time in here huh kid?.” He laughs while elbowing me and sniffing the air. Instantly my face goes red, and I haul ass out of there. Downstairs, I head to the elevator when I’m stopped by some of my dad’s work associates. They all ask me where the birthday boy is and I could only smile and lie, telling them he was with my mom since she was sick. After getting stopped for the tenth time, this time by Amber, and her mom and dad, I want to stomp my feet when they ask for the birthday boy.

  “Yes! Because your mom did such an amazing job planning this party.” Amber grabbed my arm, but I wanted she shake her off. But instead, I sit with her to be nice since I need to show my face anyway. It’s about an hour later when I spotted my dad walking over in my direction. I stand telling Amber I’ll talk to her later and meet my dad halfway across the room. I couldn't leave before telling him about mom and he’d be hurt if I didn’t tell him happy birthday. He was probably in already in a crappy mood because of him and mom’s arguing, and he hated parties. But after getting up to him I’m surprised to see him with a smile on his face. A gigantic smile at that.

  “Hey dad. Happy Birthday .”

  “Sup son? Thank you, I appreciate that.” I pause. Did my dad just sup me?

  “Uhm, are you ok?” He laughs like I just asked the funniest thing in the whole world. Hands on his belly and all.

  “Of course I'm okay. Better than okay. I’m fan-fucking-tastic. I just got the best birthday gift ever. It was delicious.” I stepped back to examine him. I actually wanted to check him for a fever, but I didn’t want to alarm anyone.

  “Uhhh, okay dad if you say so. Do you mind if I leave? I’m not feeling well.” For the first time his smile slipped, and he narrowed his eyes at me.

  “Where’s your mother?”

  “In my room sleeping off her intoxication.” He looked down at his shoes as if he felt bad. Well he should!

  “Did she… say anything?” I nodded.

  “Just gibberish about black people and cake. I made sure no one heard though, but seriously what’s mom issue with chocolate cake?” My dad’s face went tomato red as he scratched the back of his neck.

  “N-never mind that son. Sure, go ahead and get out of here. I'll probably be doing the same. I’ll have someone pick your mom up tomorrow morning.” Pick her up in the morning? Part of me wanted to yell at him about that.

  He’s her husband. He’s supposed to take care of her. He's been so absent lately from her life, it’s no wonder she’s drinking so heavily and acting out. The only reason I don’t yell at him about his attitude towards my mom is because how happy he looked. It’s been a while since I could say I've seen this amount of happiness on his face. Typically, my dad’s face was set in a constant frown when my mom was around, content when around friends, and proud when around me. But happy? This is new. But at what price would I or mom have to pay for his happiness?

  “Okay I'm going to head out. But first I’m going to check on mom. I suggest you do the same.” I warn before giving him a hug. When I turn back, he’s still standing but with a guilty expression painted on his face. I wonder what that’s about. Quickly, I go upstairs to check on my mom to see she’s still sleeping. When I go back down to leave I’m stopped by Amber… again.

  “Oh Joshua, I’m glad I ran into you. I was wondering if you wanted to dance with me?”

  “Sorry Amber, I’m actually leaving. I have someone important I need to get to.”

  “Important? Is it a girl? Uhm, I mean I’m not trying to be nosy or anything I just-“ I chuckle and look away.

  “Yes, my girlfriend.” The look of disappointment was clear, but I don’t care. “I'll see you around though. My Princess is waiting.” I smiled politely but I could tell she had more to say. “Excuse me.” I make my way around her and excite the building until I see her stomp off that’s when I sneak back in and go to my room.

  Big Daddy and his Kitten

  “Have you spoken to your son?” That damn voice has grated my nerves for over twenty-eight years now. It made my stomach clench and my eyes cross in annoyance.

  “He’s not answering his phone. From what I understand he and his new wife are on a two-month honeymoon trip.”

  “Tsk, two months. That’s a bit excessive. Who’s running the company while he’s out neglecting his duties?”

  “Sandy, it’s the boy’s honeymoon. Relax.” Her mouth popped open and I could tell she was thinking about our own failed and never indulged honeymoon.

  “I cannot believe my own son would betray me like this.” Fuck me. Here we go again. “This is all your fault. You're the one who put those vulgar thoughts in his head.” I drop my pen and shove away from my desk to stare at her.

  “Please, pray tell, how I did that?” I asked folding my arms.

  “You and that nig-“ I slam my hand
down on the desk already knowing where this was heading.

  “Nikita has nothing to do with this.”

  “Still defending that black bit-“

  “SANDY YOU WILL NOT TALK ABOUT MY KIT- NIKITA THAT WAY!”

  “No, no, please finish that sentence. Weren’t you about to say Kitten?” She rolled her eyes and crossed her legs. “ I’ve spent twenty- eight years listening to your whispered conversations about that woman and the disgusting role play you two were involved in. I even know about the club you two used to attend with those faggots who claim to be fathers but allow their boys to participate in shit known as pet play and bondage. You all are disgusting, especially that gutter bitch Nikita. She’s the worst of all of you, even the homos who own that bondage club. She CHOSE to fuck a married man in another woman’s bed that she called a friend. That husband stealing trash is ANYTHING but a fucking kitten. More like a monster.” I was breathing and shaking so hard right now. Being with her these years have eaten away at my very soul and have made me a man that I absolutely despise. I hate her. I hate everything about her including looking at her face.

  Nikita and I haven’t spoken for over ten years. She cut me off after Sandy threatened Layla like she did her. This woman who used to be so sweet in loving has turned into a baby murdering monster. Everyday I’m with her I’m reminded of the twins she stole from us and the woman’s life she ruined when all she had to do was move the fuck on.

  To the outside world, she’s the definition of America’s standard of beauty. Poised and refined with not a blonde hair out of place not a wrinkle in sight. Her blue eyes sparkled but not with happiness. They shined with sadness, pain, and even more so hate. I probably reflected the same image. I've known this woman all my life and I'd never in a million years had thought that I'd hate her the way I do.