Double Oh Daddy

*All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. Please feel free to leave a comment. Thank you for reading!*

I was finally home. It was late in the evening, the sky red. I pulled into my turnaround drive. My son's BMW and my wife's Denali were there, as well as a cute little red Honda, with a sparkly pink license-plate frame and a bumper sticker that said "Go Lincoln High School Big Cats!" I smirked to myself. My son's girlfriend, Vida, was visiting.

Before I got out of my car, I glanced at myself in my rearview mirror, looking into my emerald green eyes. I ran a hand through my reddish-brown hair and then scratched my short beard. I admit, I wasn't preening for my wife. My thoughts were on Vida.

Out of my car, I was still wearing my tuxedo. Another charity benefit, another uncharitable donation received. I ran a hand down my chest and flat stomach. I came up to the door, but I didn't have to open it.

"Welcome home, Mr. Solomon," my maidservant said.

"Thank you, Connie," I said, stepping inside and slipping out of my black loafers.

The tile below me reflected the chandelier above. I heard music playing in the other room. A quick step in, and I saw my wife sitting at her private bar. She was always at the bar, sipping pinot. I stayed in the doorframe, looking at her back.

"How many tonight, dear?"

She looked over her shoulder. "You're home. Your son is upstairs, fucking that girl again."

"They're both 18, Wanda. If Tony wants to fuck his girlfriend, let him fuck his girlfriend."

"Quite a father you turned out to be, Logan."

"Why, thank you," I said. "Everyone asked for you at the event."

"Did they ask if your drunk wife would show up and embarrass you again?"

"They put it kinder than that."

"Oh, leave me alone, Logan. Talk to your son. If he gets that girl pregnant, I'll disown him."

I left her alone and headed upstairs. I wanted to change.

I'd been married to Wanda for 18 years. It was a marriage of convenience. She inconveniently had my child, and our families both inconveniently insisted we marry. She knew the kind of man I was though, had always been. But I kept my affairs private. A man like me had needs, after all. I was sure my son was no different.

I stopped outside my son's door, pausing to listen.

"I'm sorry," he was saying.

"We just started," said the softer, sexier voice of a young woman. "I can't believe this. You promised you were going to last longer this time."

"I tried. I can't hold it."

Suddenly, the door pulled open and a small, sexy girl ran right into me. I stumbled back but kept my footing. She lost hers, falling on her firm bottom, her equally firm tits jiggling. I looked down at Vida, my son's girlfriend. She was a tiny thing, barely five feet tall, while I was six four. Her light brown eyes were big though, looking up at me. She brushed her blondish-brown hair out of her eyes, her natural brown roots coming out. Her skin was honey, kissed by the warm Latin sun.

"Ah, oh," she said.

"Dad?" Tony said, standing up, holding a sheet around his waist, his chest bare. He was very thin. I told him to work out more often, but getting him away from his damn video games was always a challenge. He was a handsome boy though. He was his father's son, after all.

Vida was wearing a cheerleading uniform, an outfit I saw her in so often, as she usually came over after school to visit my son.

I held my hand out to little Vida, and she slipped her tiny hand into my big one. I pulled her up effortlessly, and she bounced on her bare feet. Her shoes must have been downstairs. Her toes were painted summer yellow, matching her fingers.

"Are you all right?" I asked Vida.

"Yes, sir," she said, looking down. She was always nervous to catch my eye.

She was a darling girl, and I adored her. I admit, I coveted her. I was glad my son was dating her, so I could see her so often. My wife hated her, of course, but then I hated my wife, so it all evened out.

"Looks like you two were studying pretty hard in there," I said, chuckling, putting my hands on my hips.

Vida was blushing. She kept her mouth closed.

"Dad, we were just, just talking..." Tony said.

"Tony, don't make stupid excuses," I said, glaring at him. "Be a man, especially when declaring your accomplishments."

"Uh, yes, sir," he said, tightening his grip on the sheet.

I reached past Vida and took the door knob. "Take a shower, boy. You look filthy. And then get dressed and go downstairs. Help your mother and Connie prepare dinner."

"Yes, sir."

I closed the door, keeping Vida in the hall.

"I hope my son is treating you like a princess, sweetheart," I said. "You'll tell me if he ever gets out of line, won't you?"

"Oh, yes, sir. It's fine. He's fine. I was just leaving," she said.

"Are you? Too bad. You should stay for dinner."

"I wouldn't want to impose."

"Nonsense. You're never an imposition. I love having you around."

Vida's eyes shot up to me. "You do?"

"Of course, I do, sweetheart. And my son does too."

"I don't think your wife does," she said with a little smile, but then she caught herself. "I mean, Mrs. Solomon. She's a lovely woman."

I laughed, putting my hand on Vida's lower back. The gesture surprised her. "It's all right, Vida. I'm well aware of the type of woman I married. She can be very frustrating, I know."

I led Vida down the hall. She looked up at me. I opened the door to the study.

"Come here, won't you? I'd like a word."

"With me?"

"Yes, of course. Come," I said, stepping into the study.

"Yes, sir," she said, following.

"Good girl," I said.

I left the door open. I didn't want the poor girl to feel uncomfortable. I sat down in one of the big, red leather chairs, motioning to another. She sat, carefully keeping her knees together. She looked nervous.

"You don't need to be nervous," I said to her. "I just wanted to say, I see you and my son are getting pretty serious."

"I guess, sir."

"You guess?" I echoed.

"I mean, well, maybe he should answer that, sir."

I chuckled. "Vida, you know, I told my son the day I met you, 'treat her right.' I could tell right away, you're an amazing young woman."

Vida's perfectly trimmed eyebrows raised high. "Who, me?"

"Yes. I know my wife doesn't approve of you. She probably wants Tony to be with some stuck-up snob. But that kind of woman is not what Tony needs. He'd get bored. He needs someone like you, someone fun, someone... sexy."

She licked her lips. "Sexy?"

"Sexy," I repeated. "He's my son, after all. A man like him, and a man like me, need sexy in our lives. I wouldn't want my son to make the same mistakes I made." I chuckled. "I know you'll keep him on his toes."

"I'm trying, sir."

"I know you are," I said. I crossed my legs, putting my ankle on my knee, leaning back into the chair. "I've heard you trying."

"Excuse me?" she said.

"Through the door, through the wall. I've heard you trying. I know my son is, uh, a quick shot."

She was blushing again. "Um, haha, well..."

"It's okay, Vida. I know this is awkward. He's still learning. I promise you, if he's anything like his old man, he'll get better. I hope you won't dump him for that."

Vida bit her lower lip. "Then, sir, I certainly hope he takes after you one day."

I raised an eyebrow. "I hope he is keeping you happy. I hope he is using his, ah, endowments well enough."

Vida looked into my eyes for the first time. "That's one of the reasons I like him so much, sir. Did he inherit that from you too?"

I uncrossed my legs but I kept my knees far apart, spreading them. "He inherited almost as much."

She gulped. "Really?"

"Really."

She took a few quick breaths. Me, I was thinking about how beautiful she was, but how off-limits she was. This was my son's girlfriend, after all. I really should not have been flirting with her like this. I was annoyed with my boy though. This young woman should have been bubbling with pleasure after sex, not simmering with anger, ready to break up with him for lack of trying.

"I will talk to him," I said, "about putting your pleasure first."

"Oh," Vida said. "Thank you, sir."

"Of course, sweetheart."

I put my hands on the arms of the chair, ready to stand and escort her downstairs, but her next question stopped me and changed everything.

"Sir, what will you tell him to do differently with me? If you were him, how would you put my pleasure first?"

I leaned back in my chair again, looking her up and down.

"I wouldn't want to embarrass you with the details, Vida."

She shook her head. "Sir, I'm not a shy girl."

"Really?" I said.

"Yes, sir."

I leaned forward in the chair. "If I were him, I'd fuck you nice and slow, so slowly that your pussy would ache and cream, and your voice would go hoarse from begging me to fuck you deeper and harder. And then I'd fuck you so hard, you'd beg me to stop."

Her mouth hung open, and she stopped breathing. I thought perhaps I'd pushed the girl too far. Again, I reminded myself, this little girl was my son's girlfriend. I had to be careful not to strain my relationship with him.

I laughed like I'd made a joke. "Well, anyway, that's what I'll tell him, to put you first and make love to you like a woman, not fuck you like a hole in the wall."

Vida's mouth closed, but her tongue was busy with her lips. "Sir, Tony says you have a mistress, maybe even two. He says you're a man who chases women, who comes home some nights at 4:00 am, messy clothes, lipstick on your neck, perfume everywhere. He says he wouldn't be that type of man."

I grunted a laugh. "Tony is 18. He's barely a man at all, let alone one who knows the type he will become. But he's right. I am a man of certain needs. I don't like to think he's noticed my behavior, but I suppose it is unavoidable at times. If I had a good woman like you though, a woman who knew how to please her man, not a woman like my wife Wanda, I don't think I'd need to put a toe outside the door. In fact, I think if a little girl like you were in my bed, I'd never need another woman. Hell, I'd never want to leave the bedroom."

"Why do you think that, sir?"

"Oh, Vida," I said, shaking my head. "I'm well aware of the type of girl you are. You're like me. I saw it the moment we met. You crave sex. You need it. And you're trying very hard to get your fill from my son, and I don't think he's filling you up, whether or not he has his daddy's cock."

She took a quick breath. I could see her firm breasts rising and falling beneath her white cheer uniform. I wondered if I'd pushed this a little far, but then, I wasn't sure that I cared. I did like her, because everything I said was true. She was like me, and it broke my heart that my son had no idea what he had.

Vida stood up. She turned away and moved toward the door. I started to regret the things I'd said, that I'd been too forward with her, but when she reached the door, she didn't step out. She closed it. She turned back to me, approaching slowly, her little toes gripping the hardwood floor with each step. She stood in front of me.

"Sir, I really hope you can teach your son to be a better lover."

"I can," I said. I stood up, towering over her little body. "But I can't turn a boy into a man unless I know where he's gone wrong. Maybe it's not his fault. Maybe you're just too much for him, a little mare that can buck and fuck above her weight class."

She clicked her tongue. "Maybe you want to take me for a ride and see if I can be taught to be a better lover too."

I smirked. "Come here, mare."

I stepped back and she stepped forward. I pointed to the chair.

"Up."

She took one step up onto it. Now she was as tall as me. I looked her up and down like she was a prize.

"How long does he fuck you, sweetheart?"

She exhaled, like she had been keeping in a secret. "A few minutes at best, sir."

"You need more than that, don't you?"

"God, yes, I do, sir. I need so much more."

"Does he fuck you with a condom?"

"Yes, sir, always. He cums, and then he's done."

"Does he make you cum?"

"No, never."

"How do you cum?" I asked, circling the chair, looking her body up and down, her neck turning to follow me.

"Usually with my fingers when I get home. He can't even make me cum with his fingers. He rubs too hard, and he just wants to stick them in me. He has no patience."

I shook my head. "You like his cock?"

"Yes, I like it. It's nice and long and hard. I just wish it stayed hard because he gets so soft the moment he cums, and then it's over."

"How many boys have you fucked?" I asked.

"Two," she said.

"How was your first boyfriend then?" I asked, staring at her backside, that white skirt in my way, her bare thighs right below it.

"My first? His cock was so small, sir. I barely felt him."

"You poor thing," I said, coming around in front of her. I brought my face right in front of hers. "You need so much more attention than you're getting, don't you?"

"Oh, God, yes, sir."

"Give me a kiss, sweetheart."

Vida didn't need much invitation. She threw her arms around me and mashed her lips into mine. She was hungry, starving. I kissed her lips. She was such an inexperienced little kisser, trying to feed her tongue like she was giving it away. I reached up, taking hold of her neck to control her. It surprised her and slowed her kiss. Then I took her tongue, kissing and sucking it, feeding her my own. Our kissing grew sloppier and slower, our heads turning this way and that.

Yes, I was kissing my son's girlfriend, but maybe I wasn't a terrible father. Maybe I could teach her and then teach him to be better together. I just needed to know what I was dealing with first. The excuse would have to be enough for now, because there was no way I was stopping.

"Good girl," I said, catching my breath.

"More, sir, please."

I chuckled. "You'll get more."

I kissed her, and my hand touched her bare calf. I heard a little moan in my mouth. She was so starved for affection, this little one. Up my hand went, below her knee, and then her thigh. Her legs were tone and firm from her cheer routine. I moved my hand inside her legs, between them, and went up and up and up, under her skirt. She was breathing heavier in my mouth as the tips of my fingers touched between her legs. I expected to feel panties, but to my shock, she had none. I felt warm, wet labia.

I broke the kiss. "You little slut. Where are your panties?"

"I lost them in Tony's room, Papi," she said.

"Papi?" I echoed.

"Is that okay, sir?"

"It's okay, babygirl," I said. "Come to Daddy."

I scooped her up from the chair, carrying her to the desk. I set her down on top of it. I brushed my arm across it, knocking off the few papers and pens and books.

"Lie back. Let me see this pussy that my son is so lucky to fuck."

Vida lay back on the desk, her knees opening, her bare feet on the edge, toes spreading. I saw it then, her warm brown vulva. Her pussy lips parted, unveiling the pink folds inside.

"Does he eat your pussy?" I asked.

"No. I've never had that from him. Only once from my best friend. She ate me a few times, and I ate her, just to try it."

I smirked at her, and then I dipped my head down.

"I must taste this feisty, little pussy."

I ran my tongue over her vulva, and she gasped and squirmed. My long, thick tongue easily slipped between her folds and separated her lips. Her head fell back, and she groaned to the ceiling.

I glanced up and listened to her reaction, learning what she liked. I lapped at her warm little pussy again, slurping up her wet pussy juice. Her cunt was already red and inflamed from a few minutes of fucking with my son. He had undoubtedly rammed his cock into this little hole over and over again until he brought himself to orgasm. What a selfish little shit. Such a beautiful little pussy needed to be savored.

"Oh, Papi, that feels amazing," she said, looking down at me.

Vida had her fingers tight in the fabric of her skirt, her pretty fingers clenching it around her little waist. I made eye contact with her as my mouth enveloped her swollen clit. I sucked on it. She moaned again to the ceiling and her eyes fluttered.

"Oh, Dios mío! ¡Me estás matando!"

"Don't you dare fucking cum," I said. "It's enough I'll have to give my son a stern talking to about how to fuck you, let alone teaching you not to cum after a few licks."

"Yes, Papi. Comprendo!"

"That's Daddy's good girl."

I took my mouth away from her and stood up. She sat up and looked up at me, her breaths coming in heaves, her chest rising and falling. I could see those sexy tits of hers hiding behind the fabric of her uniform. I craved them.

I grabbed her ankles and dragged her ass right to the edge of the desk, letting her legs go so they swung freely. I wrapped my hands around her small waist and lifted her to sit up straight, my hands pawing at her uniform. Her neck stretched, and I kissed her lips again.

I opened the V shape of her uniform to free her breasts. She wore no bra either, and I could see her oh-so dark areolas, nipples hard, pointing at attention from the little stimulation I had given her. I bent my neck and wrapped my mouth around one nipple, sucking it in, my teeth grazing it. Her fingers were in my hair.

"Papi, you know how to play with a woman!"

I switched to her other breast, fondling it and squeezing it while my mouth went for the nipple, sucking and kissing. My lips were soon all over her chest, kissing up to her neck, once again devouring her mouth. Her fingers were hungry, gripping and pulling at my clothes, untying my tuxedo bowtie.

"You want my clothes off, little dove?"

"Yes, Papi, let me see you."

"Start from the bottom, on your knees."

I pulled her off the desk and onto her feet, and she immediately went to her knees. She was so very small below me.

"You want that big cock in there, don't you?" I said.

"Yes, Papi. I need it now."

"Get that cock, kitten."

Her hands went to my black slacks, running up my thighs. Her eyes spread wide when she felt my hardening shaft down my leg.

"Tan grande, Papi."

"That's what you want, isn't it, little dove?"

"Yes, Papi. May I?"

"Open the pants, take it out."

Her fingers were on the zipper, taking it down.

"Do you suck his cock?" I asked.

She looked up, and to my surprise, she shook her head. "No, Papi, not anymore. The moment I put it in my mouth, he cums. I can't suck it, or sex is impossible."

I chuckled. "He may be hopeless after all. Take my cock out, babygirl."

"Oh, yes, thank you, Papi."

She slipped her tiny hand into my big fly. I felt her fingertips fighting with the flap in my boxer shorts. In they went, and out they came, tugging a big, long, hard cock afterward.

"Dios mío!" She let go of it and sat back, her big eyes sparkling. "You and your son are not the same, Papi. Your cock is so much bigger."

I smirked down at her, petting her beautiful long golden-brown hair. "He has some growing up to do."

"Si."

"You want to suck that, don't you, little kitten."

"It won't cum?"

"It won't cum until I make it cum. A little girl like you couldn't make it cum if you tried."

She bit her lip and grinned wide. "It's a challenge I want, Papi."

"You can always try, little dove. Touch it, kiss it, show me you love it."

Her little hand came up to it, her fingers touching and wrapping halfway around it. I held my breath as I felt her warm fingers and palm. Her mouth came closer as she gave it a tug.

Oh, I knew I was doing a naughty thing to take my son's girlfriend away from him like this, but I swore I'd return her with more patience and a little more experience and maybe a little wisdom myself to tell him how to deal with her.

However, my cock didn't get to feel that beautiful mouth of hers, because the door opened.