Cum in Me Daddy

We met at the day care, dropping our kids off at the same time. After a few drops, we started to converse instead of just smiling at each other.

Small talk every day led to my invitation for a coffee. She was busy that first day, but the next day it worked out.

We sat outside of the Starbucks to enjoy the good weather. The blistering heat was just around the corner.

It was fun sharing our family stories which were similar but not quite the same. She had two stepdaughters and two grandchildren. Me, one daughter with two kids.

One thing was different that I would never speak of. I have never spoke with anyone about it, even my daughter. I am one hundred percent sure the youngest kid was mine.

She was divorced, I wasn't. Many, many years of marriage for me, some good, some not so good. Lately, not so good, turning into sexless marriage.

We met weekly for coffee, then twice a week, then every school day. We just clicked with great conversations and so many shared experiences.

Coffee with her was the height of my day. I couldn't sleep sometimes because I couldn't wait to see her.

Our friendship grew and grew. Our parting grew from 'See you tomorrow' to hugs, then hugs with a peck on the cheek, and now tight hugs with a kiss on the lips. The lips were her idea, she said that is how her family parted. I was fine with it. I looked forward to that every day too.

One day, she surprised me. Typically she wore minimal make-up and sloppy clothes but that day a complete make-over. Not just make-up, but hair and clothes.

Her blonde hair lightly permed with curls and waves. It looked so good. It had a shine to it.

Her silk blouse unbuttoned to a tasteful opening, cleavage showing, no hint of a bra.

Short skirt, tanned legs and high sandals adding to the look, an awesome look, a slightly sex look. I was kind of aroused looking at her.

I liked it. I felt like a slob in my sleeveless shirt and workout shorts.

'Nikki, whats the occasion? Are we still having coffee today?' I asked her as we exited the building.

'Of course Clark! But, I thought we can do something different, a different place today.'

'I guess, but I really like our outdoor table at Starbucks.'

'Well, we could do that but I thought we could have coffee at my home today. I have all the blends of Starbucks coffee that we like.'

'Most days it is just me rattling around the place alone. Today is one of those days. What do you think? I would really appreciate it if we did. But, if not, let's head to Starbucks.'

I was torn. I liked where our relationship is even though at times my mind drifted to thoughts of expansion. Expansion that included sex. I had thoughts of love, thoughts of being love with her.

It scared me to think that she wants to expand our relationship starting today. I have never cheated on my wife if you exclude my daughter. I try to convince myself that is different. Sex with my daughter every week is different.

My daughter doesn't work, so I come over Friday afternoons to 'help' with the kids. Her nanny works half days on Friday.

Pretty much every week, we get the kids to nap while I am there.

Then we head to bedroom for as much sex as the kid's naps are long.

We are not tired of each other, we do creative things to keep our sex life spicy. It works.

So I am not really looking for more sex. I am happy with my weekly with Bridget.

'From your silence I take it we are heading to Starbucks. Correct?'

'No, no. I am fine, let's go to your home. Nice change of pace.'

'Great!'

She hugged me tight, placing her hands on cheeks, pulling my package up against her skirt. When she kissed me her mouth was wide open. She sucked on one lip then the other, I opened my mouth.

Her tongue found mine, we did a little dance. We separated. I was aroused. I have to back out, but she didn't give me a chance.

'You won't regret it. I have surprise for you.'

She took my hand and we started walking to the car.

'I am driving. Do you need anything from your car?'

I thought maybe the condoms I keep in it for Friday afternoons.

'No, I am good.'

She had a two seat BMW convertible. The top was down.

When she slid into the driver seat, her skirt rolled up. I didn't see any panties.

She put on stylish sunglasses which added to her movie star look. Suddenly I felt special and cool riding shotgun with this ageless beauty. I was looking forward to all of this. I felt aroused again.

'There should be sunglasses in the glove box. You will need them more for the wind than sun.'

I rummaged through the glovebox, it was a mess. I didn't see them.

'Nothing in there Nikki.'

'Men! Afraid to look behind the obvious. I will find them.'

To my surprise, she laid across my lap, her head resting on my cock. Oh god, god. I have little bit of an erection.

Her head level with glove box. She pulled out all the papers onto the floor. Way in the back were the sunglasses.

'Found them!'

She managed to put everything back, her head still on my growing erection.

Raising up, she put her hand between my legs to help push up. The back of her wrist up against the head of my cock.

Back in her seat she didn't say anything about my hard on thank god.

'Justin turn towards me. Good.'

She gently placed the sunglasses on me.

'Nice, I like the look. Kind of sexy, makes me kind of aroused like you are.'

She noticed, fuck. I should leave but I couldn't. She quickly backed out of the spot. On the street she floored it, tires squealing, hitting 60 MPH in seconds. We were on our way. This is so cool. I kind of feel special.

At stoplight a car pulled up next to us. A couple of young guys. One said hi. Nikki moved forward to see them.

'Hi guys! Race you to the next light?'

They were in a beat up Toyota Camry.

'Sure. We will kick your ass.'

''Hey, are you movie stars or something like that?'

'Yeah. On our way to a shoot,' I said.

Why not. It is LA, everyone looks like a movie star.

'Damn! I thought you were Nicole and Brad. Holy shit, wait till I tell my girl friend. Blowjob, she will be so excited she will give me a blowjob.'

I thought that sounds good, Nikki between my legs.

Nikki shouted, 'Bye!'

She timed the light perfectly and pulled a hole shot on them starting car lengths ahead of their beat up vehicle.

Looking back in the mirror as we sped away from them she said.

'Should have made a bet, but they have nothing to bet with it. I like to win.'

When she said that, she placed her hand on my thigh, looked at me and smiled.

We sped onto the interstate heading north. I glanced at the speedometer - 100 MPH!

Damn this is fun! I feel like I have been transported into an alternate reality. I love it.

It took a half hour before she exited.

Finally, she removed her hand to downshift the manual transmission. We were doing 50 on the access, but it felt like we were crawling.

We caught a red light.

'Thanks for coming with me. I hate being alone.'

She moved in close to me. She paused, then kissed me. I kissed her back. I wrapped my arm around her back, pulling her in closer.

The car behind us blasted their horn. Green light! She raised her hand and gave them the finger. She didn't move. They swung around and stopped next to her car door.

It was a grubby looking guy with a long unkempt beard.

'Fuck you slut!'

'Go fuck yourself, No, go fuck your horse or sheep or dog or whatever you do to get off.,' Nikki said.

We are in trouble. NRA stickers all over his pickup, a shotgun mounted in the rear window. We are dead, road rage!

He laughed, 'Hey Nikki, do you still want the yard mowed today? You have a shoot tomorrow right?'

'Yes Luke. Please do that.'

'Who's the lucky guy?'

'Just some guy I picked up at daycare.'

He heartily laughed, 'You are so funny! See you later! I will take sloppy seconds in needed.'

'In your dreams Luke. Bye!'

In seconds, we are at 60 MPH but not for long. There was an entrance to something coming up, Something Productions.

She slammed on the brakes, artfully executing a skid to rotate 45 degrees in front of the Something Production driveway. She buried the accelerator, speeding down an asphalt road.

I saw a gate blocking the road. We were going too fast, Too fast to stop before the gate. What is she doing?

She reached up to her visor. As we closed in on the gate it swung open just in time for us to enter.

'Jesus Nikki! I thought we were going to blow through the gate.'

'Yeah only happened one time when my remote battery was dead. Last car totaled, new fence and now I have two remotes just in case.'

This lady is an adrenalin junky!

We sped down the asphalt drive. Off in the distance was a building, a residence. Seemed small, but as we got closer, it was massive.

'Twenty thousand square feet in case you are wondering. Fifteen bedrooms, twelve car garage, three swimming pools, one indoors.'

'Four lane bowling alley, indoor basketball court, twenty five seat media room and so on and so forth.'

'It's mine. didn't come from my ex. by the way.

I was wide eyed and speechless.

'Why?' I asked.

'Why what?'

'Why a daycare, what 30 miles away.'

'As you know, it is for special needs children. I did the research. It is one of the best in the city. Like you, I want the best for my grandchild.'

'Looks like you could afford private schooling.'

'Naw, I want Juliet to socialize with other kids.'

'Smart. You are a very caring grandmother.'

'Maybe. Time will tell.'

I was puzzled but didn't pursue it, Seemed obvious to me she cared.

We pulled into one of the garages. A four car garage. A Maserati, Tesla Model S, and a Ferrari. The BMW we were in, probably the least expensive of this stable.

She read my mind.

'I like cars.'

She is filthy rich. I am intimidated, emasculated. The high I felt coming up here has disappeared. She seems like a totally different person that has coffee with me at Starbucks. I felt like I should leave.

She sensed it.

'Hey Clark, I am the same person. This stuff doesn't change who I am, who I like, who I like having coffee with. All this is just toys, that's all. Like I said, I rattle around in this place and... no one to share it with. No one who likes me for who I am, not what I own.'

She looked sad. I hugged her.

'I like you for who you are Nikki. I was just surprised with all your success. It makes me like you even more.'

I kissed her on the cheek.

'Can I show you this place. I am kind of proud of it.'

'Absolutely.'

'Are you hungry?'

'Yeah, you know what, I am. and I need a coffee.'

'Great, Francois has made us a great breakfast.'

'Francois?'

'Sorry, my chef. He will serve us then leave.'

Shocked again, I tried to talk, my mouth agape. A chef? Ok, I need to get used to this.

She took my hand and kissed it.

'Sorry, I can ask him to leave right now.'

'We can go back to Starbucks if you prefer. I am good with that. I just want... just need to be with you.'

She smiled, what a smile, a melting smile.

'Clark, it's me. I am still Nikki.'

'No, that's fine. It is just so... so much to absorb about you.'

'I get it. Let's eat, then do a tour.'

***

We were in her breakfast nook as she called it. It was bigger than my kitchen and dining room combined.

Set with a white table cloth, silver coffee pot and smaller containers of whatever. The plates, fine china with a gold rim and inner circle. Gold utensils laid on top of silk like napkins. The aura that of a fine dining room not a 'breakfast nook'.

As Nikki said, Francois served us. Eggs Benedict, seasoned potatoes, small dish of fruit, choice of breads and... champagne.

Nikki dismissed him. We were alone.

'Clark, a toast to our grandchildren. To their health and continued development.'

'Here, here,' I said.

This stuff was good. I needed another.

We ate while making small talk about the weather of all things. An edge to our interaction. A knowing that something was coming soon, something bigger.

We finished the bottle. Nikki fetched another bottle that Francois had left on ice for us.

She tried to pop the cork. It wasn't working. I moved in behind her and together we worked on the cork.

She smelled great. Caressed by her soft blonde hair. My pelvis pushed up against her cheeks.

The cork popped. We laughed. I couldn't move. I nuzzled her ear.. I held her tight.

'Clark, let's drink some more of this champagne, do the tour and I will show you something special.'

'OK.'

My mind raced ahead to being in bed with her, all the things I can do to satisfy her.

She sat next to me as we polished off the bottle. More boring small talk. I can't help but look, think ahead. I want her. I want this dichotomy of a woman.

I think she wants me.

My phone rang. It was Bridget.

I stood up and mouthed silently to Nikki 'my daughter'.

She nodded. I walked out to the terrace. There was one of the pools. Looked to be an Olympic size pool. Well manicured landscaping surrounding it.

'Dad, Lolita is leaving early today for her son's school activity so you can come early. We can have a lot more time together if you know what I mean.'

'I do baby. I will get there as soon as I can.'

'When Daddy? I need you. I am so horny. Give me a time.'

God! I am torn. What to do!

'Honey, I can't right now. I had plans. Let me work that our. I will text you with a time.'

'Sorry Daddy for being such a bitch. It's just that I need you. I need you to make me feel better. You know how better than anyone.'

'Understood honey. I will get there as soon as I can.'

'Thanks Daddy. I love you.'

'Love you more baby.'

'Need your cock Daddy.'

'Need your... bye!'

Nikki was standing at the doorway to the terrace.

'Clark, do you need to go? We can do this another time.'

'No, I am good. Let's do the tour, then can I go?'

'Sure. Would you like to take one of my cars? Ferrari, Tesla...'

I cut her off, 'Let's time it so you can drive me back so we can pick up the kids.'

'You are so smart. Yes, let's do that. Let's tour.'

She took me arm in arm and we walked back into the nook.

I felt bad. I should leave and get to Bridget. But, I want to spend more time with Nikki. Am I cheating on my daughter?

***

Nikki was quite proud of her home. She knew all the details of every room. The three pools were magnificent. We rolled two frames on the bowling alley. She had two strikes. Me, two gutter balls with a six on the second first ball, then a spare. She kicked my ass!

We looked at only five of the bedrooms as they were all top notch.

The kitchen was world class. Industrial grade stoves, fryers, ovens. She told me next year there would be a reality cooking show videoed here. All proceeds to a world hunger charity. She is amazing, so generous.

The full court basketball court outfitted with NBA class equipment. She showed me basketballs autographed by some of the greats, past and present.

She held charity games here. One game for the old-timers, one for current stars. They paid to play in it! No audience, but Netflix paid to video it and stream it.

All proceeds went to children's charities like St. Judes and children's hospitals throughout the US.

She is such a great human being.

And me... I have sex with my daughter. Weekly sex. While my child, born by my daughter, takes a nap.

'Would you like to see my office?'

'Oh, I didn't know you were still working.'

'Kind of, kind of part time.'

'Sure, let's see it.'

We walked into the massive library lined with books, neatly placed. I noticed some of the titles were classics.

She read my mind.

'They are originals, pretty expensive. If you totaled up the value of all these books it would exceed the current value of the house and the property.'

I am so out of my league. My books are paperbacks. My baseball card collection my pride and joy valued at $50,000. Probably one of these classics exceeded that.

What am I doing here?

There was an innocuous door nestled between shelves. She stood on her tippy toes looking for something. Her short skirt rode up halfway on her firm cheeks. Fuck! A tingle struck my balls.

She found it. A key. She turned towards me her skirt still up. My eyes telescoped to the small white thong bunched up between her labia.

Nikki noticed my stare and pulled her skirt down.

'Sorry about that.'

I grinned at her, 'Don't be sorry.'

'You're a bad boy!'

'You don't know the half of it.'

I am tipping my hand. If she is looking for sex, I am her guy even though I don't deserve it.

She smiled.

Unlocking the door, she pushed it open. It was dark.

'Come on Clark.'

She held the door open. She followed me in.

She switched on the lights one at time.

The first one illuminated what looked like a stage set of an entryway with a tall door in the back.

The second, a bedroom.

Third, a kitchen,

And the last one, a living room.

'Nikki, what is this? A movie set? Do you make or made movies here?' You called it your office, I am confused.'

'Yes, it's a movie set. I produce and sometimes direct movies here.'

I thought about what Luke said 'a shoot tomorrow'.

'Are you shooting a movie here tomorrow.'

'Yep. Several. For one I am the producer. Elsa is directing. And...'

She walked over. to the bedroom set and sat on the edge of the bed. She patted the bed next to her. An invitation to sit next to her on a bed.

'And what?' I asked.

'And my youngest stepdaughter is one of the actors. This is her third movie.'

'That's cool. Where can I find her first movies?'

She thought carefully about her response.

Sitting so close, her perfume smelled so good. I had an urge to kiss her., take her clothes off, and fuck her passionately. My mind deep in thought when she responded. At first it didn't register.

'Do you watch porn?'

I think she asked me if I watch porn, I must have that wrong.

'Clark, do you watch porn?'

She did say that. My mind raced ahead. She makes porn movies right in her house? This bed we are sitting on probably supported every sex position.

She gets all her money by putting out porn movies, how does that work?'

'Porn? Do I watch porn?' I asked just to be sure.

'Yes, do you watch porn?'

'I do.'

'Search for old young and Bunny Bare.'

I like that site. I'm older, they are young.

'Did you make movies Nikki?'

'Used to, now I am behind the camera although I sometimes do a cameo as a MILF if needed.'

My mind is spinning. Nikki a retired porn star. Her stepdaughter now a porn actor. This too much.

Then she really shocked me.

'Would you like to be in an old young movie with my stepdaughter? There is a chance the actor might not make it tomorrow. He is in London. If he gets here, I am sure he will be jet lagged and worthless for the movie.'

'I don't know what to say.'

'Well I have always admired your body. You are handsome and I bet photogenic. In tomorrow's movie, we can flip the script a little. She will do all the work. I am pretty sure you would enjoy her. She is good. Really good at cock sucking. We got her breasts enlarged so I if you like that, you will like her. No concerns about getting her pregnant, she is on the pill. So what do you think?'

'I think, I have to think about it.'

'Fair enough, but while you are thinking about it let me set up a camera and see how you look.'

She wheeled a professional looking camera towards the foot of the bed.

'We are on. We are recording. Let's see you with your shirt off.'

I didn't move.

Nikki pulled my muscle shirt up and off.

'Hmmm, nice.'

She ran her hand across my chest, feeling my muscles that I work hard to maintain.

'Hard pecs great. Turn around.'

She inspected my back muscles.

'Yeah, this will work when you are on top of Bunny. Oh, by the way, Bunny is her real first name.'