Honey I'm Home P2.
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We first met Kerri and her whore mother here:
https://www.literotica.com/my/#/works/edit/3574671
Kerri hears her mom tell a friend that her dad is not her biological father.
Kerri's journey continues.
I called Daddy's cell number from our kitchen landline.
"What do you want you fucking whore?"
"Daddy it's me, I just got home from Eugene. You know the running trip?"
"Okay, sure I remember."
"Daddy I really need to talk to you about this financial offer I got from the University of Oregon, or people that support the school., I need you to help me figure this out, please I need your help. Daddy!"
"Kerri, your mom and I are getting divorced."
"Listen you're my daddy, I've known since the first grade, that you're not my biological dad. I overheard on the phone. But you ARE my daddy. Always will be okay? Where are you? I don't want to stay here, it's horrible."
"She was fucking Lasse Erikson with an "O" instead of an "E". He's my bio daddy.
"I will pick you up in front of the house in fifteen minutes. Bring clothes for school.
When I was in the car, I hugged him and started crying. He patted me and then I told him about my run and then about the money offer.
"Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars, from the shoe company. It's illegal but it would help us Daddy. I do not want mother to get any of this. Can I spend the night at your place? Listening to her fuck that guy made me throw up. Please daddy!
"Okay, we'll have to figure something out. Soon, I'll get the house in the divorce for sure in the long run.
There's a very steep hill that goes from the top of Queen Anne Hill down to Lower Queen Anne called the Counterbalance, because there was a street car that ran up and down pulled by these huge cement sleds below the surface. Daddy had a three bedroom condo he'd rented in this refurbished one hundred year old brick apartment house.
The refinished floors were wide plank fir with a blond finish and a narrow cherry inlay one inch wide on the outside of the floor. Prettiest thing I've ever seen. Tiled kitchen with dual baker ovens and a six burner gas range top. Three large bedrooms with, one large bathroom with a huge shower, master bedroom with an even bigger shower.
"Daddy can I take a shower, I've not had one since Saturday morning?"
"Kerri, make yourself at home."
My hair was in a long ponytail which let out and I enjoyed the super-hot shower. There were big fluffy towels and I dried my body. My legs and ass were fine and I had small C-cup, big B-Cup with up turned nipples. I wrung out my hair and put a scrunchie loosely on pulling my hair off my face. I put on some pink lipstick on and my toenails and fingernails matched the lipstick. I
I had some pink boy briefs that were way too tight and a faded Queen Anne Grizzly tee shirt that had been Lee's when he weighed one hundred and thirty pounds.
That is to say my nipples were half inch bullets pointing out of my shirt. I rubbed some lemon scented lotion on my legs and arms.
Daddy was in the kitchen and had just finished some oatmeal raison cookies, my kryptonite, with some green tea.
I said, "Oh Daddy, you remembered," I pranced over on tip toes and melted into his hunky body and leaned up and gave him a peck on his lips that morphed into a mashing of our lips together and then laid my head on his upper chest with my mouth against his neck breathing my warm breath on his neck.
He was the classic DILF (Dads I Love to Fuck) and only my emotional Daddy. I squirmed a bit moving my titties against his chest and my thighs starting to grind on his obviously hard BWC (Big White Cock). Oh fuck, I wanted him so bad, the wounded stud.
"Daddy I'm eighteen and I'm a virgin, please take me, make me a woman, our bodies fit perfectly. Oh God your so big, go slow don't hurt me, teach me how to fuck a real man, but for you we'll make love, all night long, please don't make me beg, oh fuck, I'm begging you daddy, take my virgin cunt."