AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18.
Also on a personal note, this is the first thing I've written in a while that I've been happy enough with to post. Long story short: the last year has been kinda rough (depression is real y'all) and I haven't had as much time to write as I'd like. This is just a "one shot" that I'm not intending to continue with a second chapter since I don't know when I'll have time/motivation for writing again.
I hope you like it and I hope that I'll have time for more stories in the future.
Oh, and one other thing: yes I know that in reality not every guy is going to have a giant cock and not every woman is going to have big tits or a juicy ass. Yes I understand that in reality people come in all shapes and sizes but this is porn. Truthfully as someone who *does* happen to have a big dick, I can tell you that it's a hassle more often than not. But that's why I write the fantasy. If descriptions like that take you out of the story then you can always write your own. I'll be happy to read it.
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I grunted in pain as the wrench, slick with my sweat, slipped and I cracked my knuckles on the bolt. Shaking off the pain I inspected my hand and found a ragged gash between my index and middle finger, sighing I went to the bathroom to wash up and get a bandage before I made a mess. My son-in-law Chris asked what had happened as I left but I had to walk away before I let my annoyance at him get the better of me. Another week, another weekend spent trying to teach my son-in-law to be a man.
I love my daughter Tara with all my heart but given her previous boyfriends I never would have guessed she'd wind up marrying a man so... different. Tara was something of a bombshell. A pretty, heart shaped face, long chestnut hair, deep blue eyes, toned, tanned legs and an ass that could even get her dear old dad to notice when she wore her yoga pants. She had gotten most of her looks from her mother, but she got her 6'2" height from me and she had never gotten her mother's... assets. My wife Angela had the same face and eyes, but her hair was a bright blonde that she meticulously kept that way through her frequent trips to the salon. There wasn't any getting around it, Angie was blessed with an ample chest at a sizeable 42 DD, which looked even bigger with her small frame standing only 5'4". Tara, on the other hand, had never grown past a 38 B. The comparatively lacking chest had never seemed to cost her any "romantic opportunities" though.
In Tara's teens and 20s she chewed through men at a rate that made me wonder if she was trying to work her way through the whole state, but they were always the bigger guys, the more masculine ones, more like me I suppose. I'm aware of the fact that, standing at 6'8", being built like a brick shithouse, and working with my hands for my entire life I was certainly a big influence on my daughter's taste in men. But when she met Chris that changed, and they got married soon after. It didn't take me long to figure out why though. Chris might not have been all that manly, but he was a good man, kind, gentle, made good money, fairly smart and it was obvious to see how much he loved her. He might have been shorter than Tara and skinny as a rail but as long as they loved each other I was happy. Still though, it was frustrating as hell to watch him pull his car into my driveway, driving around on a flat tire because he didn't know how to change it himself. I had gotten to know Chris pretty well over the last few years and it must have been rough for him to grow up with a father who cared more about drinking than working, but at least my son-in-law turned out pretty OK all things considered.
As I finished bandaging my hand, I heard Angela's car pull into the driveway, she and Tara had decided to go out and have a girl's day while I "taught" Chris how to change a tire. I headed back to the garage to finish up and found Chris helping the girls with their shopping bags. I shook my head, relieved at least that they were spending his money instead of mine and went back to tightening the last few bolts on the tire. Tara bounced over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, planting a big kiss on my cheek. "Hey Daddy! Did you two have fun today?" I rolled my eyes and held up my bandaged hand but smiled to let her know it wasn't serious. "Aww! Poor Daddy. Always having to make up for my sissy little husband." She kissed my bandaged knuckle and headed into the house as I shook my head. I didn't doubt she loved her husband but sometimes Tara had a strange way of teasing him that didn't sit right with me. I squared away my tools, wiped off my hands and headed back into the air conditioning.
Angela greeted me in the kitchen with a cold beer and a wink. She nodded her head towards the bag on the floor that came from the lingerie store near the mall and planted a quick kiss on my neck. I smiled and took a sip of the beer as I pulled her in close to me. I leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Did you get something for later?" Angie nodded and grinned mischievously. "Something I'm going to have to tear off of you? Or put in you?" Angie pulled herself away and put a finger to her lips while shaking her head to say that she wasn't telling. She quickly gathered up the bags and carried them off to the bedroom. I leaned against the counter and enjoyed the cold beer in the cool kitchen.
Just as I finished the beer Chris came into the kitchen. "Is the car fixed?"
I nodded. "Yeah, all done. You just missed tightening the last couple of bolts. Think you'll be able to do it yourself next time?"
Chris shrugged "Maybe? Next time it happens I'll try it, but I'd feel a lot more confident if you were there to make sure it's done right."
I knew Chris well enough to know that when that happened, I'd be the one doing most of the work anyway. "Sure thing son. Just give me a call."
Chris smiled and leaned against the counter, imitating my posture. "Well as thanks for helping me today, how about I get us some dinner? Anything you want?" I shrugged and chucked my empty beer in the recycling. Chris went off to go ask his wife what she wanted for dinner and I went to go lie down on the couch. An hour later I was woken up from my nap by Tara letting me know that dinner was here. I groaned, stretched and pushed myself off the couch before making my way to the dining room.