Reluctant Daddy Ch 05

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This work of fiction is part of a series. If you did not already read the preceding episodes, please do that before starting this one. All of the chapters in this story have been submitted to Literotica. Generally, they release one each day.

There is NO incest in this story. However, a daughter sees her father naked and - for multiple brief moments - watches him having sex with her friends. If this is going to create problems for you, please try one of my other stories.

Random movie quote: "Fly, you fools!"

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~~~ Saturday ~~~

The girls got me showered, dressed, and sent off to work with a container of coffee and some kisses.

When I got home, Carla greeted me at the front door with a kiss and a hug.

"Hey, sexy," I said.

"Hey, Mr. Moore," she said.

"How are you doing on your ASEs?" I asked.

"Between YouTube and what I already knew, I only have one left and then I'm done," she said, grinning broadly.

"No shit?!"

"Can I go over the A/C stuff with you - just to make sure - before I take that one?"

"I'd love that," I told her.

I looked at what she was wearing.

"I'll wear this," I said. "Let's go to the garage and grab you some coveralls. Now okay?" I asked.

"Perfect," she said, grinning.

In the garage, I hit the button for the door.

"The A/C in the hot rod is basic. We could start there," I suggested.

"... and then move to the more modern version?" she asked.

"That's what I was thinking," I said.

She leaned in and stole a kiss and we headed over to the hot rod. The hood was already up. She leaned over the radiator, looked back at me and asked, "Can you give me a boost?"

I laughed and swatted her on the ass.

"Mr. Moore," she sighed. "That's not very helpful," she said, grinning broadly - which belied her words.

I laughed and scooted in beside her. She started pointing out various parts of the A/C system, telling me what she knew and asking about what she was still puzzling out. We opened the doors on the old girl and lay on the floorboard to go over the stuff on the interior as well. Once we finished with my hobby car, we moved to the driveway to pop the hood on my work truck. By the time Sara hollered that lunch was ready, Carla and I were just wrapping up.

She hung the coveralls back up and washed up in the mud-room. I ducked down to my room, changed clothes, and scrubbed my hands and arms. By the time I got to the table, they were all seated.

"You two get the ALIGNMENT worked out?" Meghan asked, laughing.

"Ignore her," Sara told Carla. "She's been doing this since I told her that you were coming over."

Lunch was cold cut sandwiches and veggies with ranch dip. The five of us visited as we ate.

"I asked Scott if I could help you two with the car," Meghan told Carla.

Lauren stage whispered, "She wants to be there in person to watch him bend you over the engine and bang the hell out of you."

Carla laughed and said, "I was actually kind of hoping that I could stay over tonight - and then try to talk the two of you into sucking my tits while Scott fucks me. I want to see how many times in a row I can cum before I pass out."

Meghan's eyebrow curled mischievously, and she asked, "What do we get out of it?"

"What did you have in mind?" Carla asked.

"Finger us while we suck your tits?" Meghan asked.

"Yeah, okay," she said. She looked at Lauren.

"I would have done it without that," the shorter brunette said, "but that does sound fun - fucking and sucking together."

"Otherwise," Carla said, smirking like crazy, "I can just sleep with Sara."

I quirked an eyebrow at my little girl - unsure whether or not Carla was just kidding around.

Her cheeks flushed crimson. She looked at Carla and said, "You're incorrigible."

"What can I say?" Carla told her. "I love giving you a hard ... time."

Sara cackled with laughter.

I still wasn't sure how much of this was just banter - but I loved hearing my little girl laugh. She was so serious most of the time that I'd do about anything to make her laugh - or even smile.

Meghan and Lauren didn't act like anything out of the ordinary was going on between the two. I thought back, again, to my daughter telling me that the girls at the pool were open with each other about almost every topic under the sun. That was how they had ended up working together to have the party at our house that resulted in me fucking six of her friends - and impregnating two of them.

"Can I use your computer?" Carla asked.

"Sure," I said. "What for?"

"I thought I'd go ahead and take that last test - you've got a webcam, right?"

"Yeah ..."

"It's proctored," she said, "they'll need to watch me to make sure I'm not cheating."

"I can help her get set up," Meghan offered.

"Okay," I said. "I'll clear the table."

"I've got it," Sara said.

"He's right," Lauren said. "You always take clean-up. Go put your feet up, mama-bear."

Sara looked from me to Lauren and then said, "Fine."

She moved to the couch but couldn't keep from watching Lauren and me as we worked. Once we had everything put away and the dishwasher was running (thank God that Lauren knew how to put the detergent in the thing), I went to check on Carla. Meghan was just standing in the door, waiting. Carla gave her a thumbs-up and the blonde pulled the door closed.

I caught her face in my hands and gave her a quick kiss. She took my hand and led me back to the front room.

"Carla said they're super-serious about the proctor thing," she said, when we were away from my office. "I told her we'd stay away until she was done."

"You think we should start on the car without her - or wait?" I asked.

"She said this is the last unit she has to finish," Meghan replied. "Let's just chill. I'm dying to see how she does."

"She'll kill it," Lauren said. "She said they barely require more than 50% to pass and - between what she already knew and what she's studied - she's been in the 85-90% range on every test."

Lauren plopped onto the couch next to Sara and leaned over to look at her tablet.

"You reading smut again?" she asked, grinning broadly.

"Will you guys stop?" Sara said.

"It's fun making you blush," Meghan said, dropping onto my lap, sitting sideways and laying her head on my shoulder. "You're too serious, mama-bear. We love you dearly, but you need to find a nice cock too."

I tried not to be obvious - but I was definitely watching my little girl's face. She and I were pretty open with one another - but her love-life was a topic that was hard for me. I definitely missed her mom being around. It seemed like the girls were going to help with that - if while giving her a hard time. I was pretty okay with everything I'd seen going on between the seven of them so far.

I heard Meghan talking to Carla and realized that I had drifted off. A full stomach and a long week made for a tired dad.

"So, yes?!" Meghan asked.

"What'd I miss?" I asked.

Meghan squeezed my neck in her arms and said, "I asked Carla how it went."

I looked at the brunette. She handed me a piece of paper. It was a list of subject matter areas - with maximum scores and her scores. I quickly ran the numbers through my head. She was, indeed, in the 80-90% range for each test. To the right, it said "Passed" at the end of each line.

She handed me another piece of paper. It had a fancy blue border around it. It had her name at the top, a repeat of the list of subject areas - with an expiration date for each - five years in the future. In the middle it said, "MASTER AUTOMOBILE TECHNICIAN".

"Why does it say Ace on it?" Meghan asked.

I laughed and said, "It's not 'ace' - it's ASE - Automotive Service Excellence. They're like a testing company that makes sure people know what they're doing before you let them mess with your car."

Carla laughed.

"Although," I said, "I think Ace should be my new pet-name for you."

"What are the other girls' pet-names," Carla asked.

"I'm Sugarbutt," Lauren said, giggling.

"You are?" I asked.

"That's what you called me earlier," she said.

I nodded and said, "You ARE my little Sugarbutt."

"What about Meghan?" Carla asked.

"Mistress," the blonde said.

"That's not your name," Lauren said, laughing. "That's your job description."

Sara and Carla laughed.

Meghan looked at me and said, "The only things you've called me are 'honey' and 'sweetie' and stuff like that."

"After our first night together, I probably would have gone with 'Wigglesworth'," I said.

Sara laughed raucously.

"'Underwater cocksucker'?" Lauren offered.

Cara laughed and looked over at the blonde - who shrugged.

"'Blondie'?" I offered.

"Ugh!" Meghan groaned.

"Goldilocks," Carla suggested.

"No," Meghan said.

"When she was worried about me," Lauren said, "she called me 'Sis'."

I looked at the blonde and tried it out, "Sis".

"It sounds naughty when you say it," Meghan said, laughing.

"Don't worry, Sis," I said. "It'll just happen - like me calling Lauren 'Sugarbutt'. You could both be 'Sugarbutt' for that matter."

"No," Meghan said, "I like Lauren being Sugarbutt."

I took her face in my hands and said, "Thank you. Me too."

I looked up at Carla.

"So, Master Mechanic, do you have a little time that you could take a look at my car?"

"You've got about two hours," Sara warned, "before we need to start dinner for Lauren's mom. I'm gonna need everybody's help."

"You do NOT have to make this a big deal," Lauren told her.

"On the contrary," my little girl said, "I want her to be absolutely floored. I want her to be so amazed that she goes from bitching about you living here to her trying to move in."

Lauren gaped at her.

I thought about it for a minute. I had said - last night - that her mom's biggest problem was that she was now living alone. We couldn't very well send Lauren away. Unless her mom found somebody to take her place, moving in here would - very likely - be the simplest solution.

I looked around at the other girls' faces. Carla had not been in on the conversation - so she was still a little hesitant - but the other two girls were starting to nod.

Slowly, every head turned my direction. There were very determined looks on their faces.

"Now," I said, "just wait a fucking minute! I will only agree to this whole idea if the three of you ..."

"What about me?" Carla asked.

"I will only agree to this plan to get Lauren's mom to move in here if the four of you will promise to not start any match-making shit. If anything happens, it has to be organic. If you girls try to force something, you're going to make this into ... I think Lauren's mom would have a tough time forgiving any manipulation. Promise me."

"Promise!" they all said at the same time - entirely too quickly.

I moaned. I was certain that they hadn't heard a single word that I'd just said.

"I'm serious. I'll move out," I snarled.

"Daddy!" Sara objected.

"You have my word," Lauren said.

"You, I tend to believe," I replied.

"I promise to be good," Meghan said. "I won't tell Lauren's mom how nice your cock feels - as it slides in and out and in and out ..."

"Meg!" I growled.

"I'm already sharing you with too many women," Carla said. "I don't need more competition."

"Please!" Meghan gasped, "All you have to do is drag him off to the garage and he'll be as hard as ... as ... as one of those things in the toolbox thing."

Carla laughed.

I looked back and forth between Meghan and my daughter.

"Absolutely no pressure," I said, "from either of you two - to try to get Lauren's mom to even consider this being about sex. I guarantee you that you'll run her off for good. You can appeal to her loneliness - or her maternal instincts for Lauren or the baby - but please don't try to make this sexual."

Lauren looked at Sara and said, "As much as I agree that my mom needs to be fucked hard and put away wet, I think your dad is right."

"Fine," Sara said. She looked at Meghan.

"I said I'd be good," she complained.

I laughed and said, "Well, there's a first time for everything, I guess."

"Hey!" she snarled.

Sara and the others laughed.

"Two hours," Sara warned. "If you guys are helping dad with the hot rod, you need to get busy."

For the next two hours, Meghan was bored out of her mind. I only had to tell her to be quiet once. I was a little amazed that she stayed in the garage with Carla and me for the whole time - but I think she was holding out hope that we'd at least rub each other's crotches. (We didn't.) Carla seemed to be serious about waiting until bedtime to fool around. I was okay with that (even if I had a hard-on as soon as she slipped the coveralls on.)

The three of us headed to my shower to get cleaned up. I think Meghan was a little disappointed about that part of the day too - but we reminded her that Sara was waiting for us to help with dinner.

We arrived at the kitchen and were handed aprons. The Taskmaster was on the job. Lauren was in charge of the sauce - with assistance from the boss. Meghan was on pasta and steamed broccoli. Carla and I rolled out the dough for the homemade bread sticks. My wife used to make these. Apparently, Sara had decided to amp things up a little. Once the breadsticks were cooking, she had us grill a bag of fajita chicken that she was going to offer as a protein - to go on the fettuccini - if anybody wanted it. While we were working, I asked her why she didn't decide to do a salad. She said she wanted to try it this way first. Rather than offering multiple courses, she wanted to be able to plate the meal all at once.

The doorbell rang and Lauren went to let her mom in. She brought her to the edge of the kitchen and then went back to her station. Her mom leaned against the wall and watched as Sara went around the room, checking on the status of everything.

"Shit!" Sara gasped. "I forgot to set the table."

"Tell me where everything is and I'll grab it," Lauren's mom offered.

Sara dropped straight back into supervisor-mode and began giving instructions to our newest helper. Lauren's mom followed each directive without question or hesitation. By the time she had all of the place-settings finished, we were each bringing dishes to the table.

"What do you want to drink?" Sara asked her.

"Tea is fine," Lauren's mom said.

"Mom always had Pinot Noir," my daughter offered.

Our visitor looked around at the girls.

"The girls and I will probably have Coke," Sara told her. "Dad always drank the red wine with mom."

She looked at me.

"I'll grab the bottle and a couple glasses," I said. "You can try it and switch if you don't like it."

She nodded.

Sara directed everyone to their seats while I went to grab the wine and the glasses. Carla grabbed sodas from the fridge and handed them out.

I returned to the table to find Lauren on my left and her mom on my right - with me at my preferred spot at the end of the table.

"You toasting, Dad?" Sara asked - forcing the issue - as I poured a half-glass for our visitor and myself - before I had a chance to sit.

I glanced at Lauren and flicked my eyes to her mom.

"Oh!" she gasped. "Introductions! Mom, this is Scott Moore, the father of my baby and the man I will marry. Scott, this is April Hill, my mother."

I offered her my hand. She took it.

"I'm glad you could join us for dinner," I said.

"I was very surprised when Lauren called me back after I left the other day," she said. "I would like to apologize for my behavior."

"Forgiven and forgotten," I said, releasing her hand.

I sat down and picked up my wine glass, holding it in the air.

The girls all lifted their soda cans. Lauren's mom laughed and then raised her glass.

"I'm the luckiest man on the planet to be surrounded by so many beautiful and talented young women. Don't let anyone - even me - tell you what you can't do. Now, enough talk, I've been dying to taste what we've all worked so hard to prepare. Let's eat!"

We started passing dishes around and, soon, everyone had a plate full of food. Once we were all served, we dug in. Almost immediately, the table was filled with the sounds of moaning.

"Babygirl," I said. "I think you nailed it. It's as good as your mom used to make."

April finished her mouthful and said, "If you had served it with salad, I would accuse you of having it delivered. However, the breadsticks are obviously homemade - and are divine by the way - and the broccoli is perfectly done. You and your team did a splendid job."

"Thanks," Sara said. "I still think mama's was better but they all did do a good job."

"Carla," I stage-whispered, "they haven't figured out that we put the breadsticks in upside down."

"What?!" Meghan gasped, looking at the bottom of the breadstick in her hand.

Lauren's mom looked at me and giggled.

"Hey!" Meghan growled.

"I love you, Blondie!" I purred.

She growled a little louder - and then opened her mouth to throw out a retort.

"Meghan," Sara warned.

"I was just going to ..."

"... threaten to bite his dick later?" Carla guessed.

"No," the blonde said, growing very quiet - which made it obvious that that's exactly what she'd planned to say.

"We have company," Sara said. "Play nice."

"Yes, mama-bear," Carla purred.

Lauren and Meghan giggled as Sara blushed.

"Are they always like this?" Lauren's mom asked.

I looked around the table and then looked back at her and said, "Yeah, pretty much."

"Doesn't it get to you?" she asked.

I looked at her and said, "The Monday night - after the party - when everybody went home, Sara took Meghan to her house, and I was here by myself. We had been ... uh ... carrying on ... all weekend long and - when they all left - it was just me here. It was so quiet and lifeless, and I suddenly realized that Sara was right. For the last five years, she's been my constant, with her mother being gone. I suddenly realized that I was hollow and empty without them here. Meghan's life turned upside down and the two of them came back in the door and ... well ... I made up a stupid excuse for Meghan to spend the night in my bed - no sex or anything ..."

Meghan cleared her throat.

"Well ... it was SUPPOSED to be no sex but Mrs. Wigglesworth, here, wouldn't lay still long enough for me to fall asleep and I finally had to finger her until she came so she'd settle down."

April's mom gasped.

"I haven't slept by myself since the moment I sat in this empty house and realized how truly alone I am without them. Don't tell them I said so - but I would give damned near anything to keep them here. I never want to be that lonely again."

She sat quietly, ate two more bites of her food, looked up at me, and said, "You told that to Lauren - before she called me?"

"I told her to put herself in your shoes," I said. "I described a little of it - but not as much as I just shared with you. I never told the girls how empty I felt after they all left. I was just so damned happy to have them back when they showed up again."

"So," she said, smirking a little, "you're not doing all of this out of the goodness of your heart?"

"I'm a selfish bastard who refuses to admit to these young ladies that I'm willing to indulge their fantasies to get what I need."

Lauren's mom cleared her throat and said, "You're either the most fucked up person I've ever met - or the most honest."

"My little girl basically told me that she agreed to the party because I was too stupid to date after her mom died."

"How long has she been gone?" she asked.

"Five years."

"I told him he wasn't cheating on mom," Sara said. "Even after we tied him to the bed so the girls could have sex with him, he was feeling guilty."

"Not that guilty ... at least not after the third one finished with me and they finally untied me," I said.