Taboo One Shots: Erotica Collection

Daddy, I'm not mom 5

Tyrone's face drained of color. He moved away from his step daughter slowly and cursed under his breath. Tess took the hint and sadly crawled out of the bed, feeling stupid and small.

“f**k. Tess, last night … I didn’t know it was you. I swear. I thought you were your mother. It was just a mistake. Of course you're getting married," he said, looking about for her panties, sweating buckets as he halted to check that Annie was still asleep.

"It's okay, daddy. I know you didn't know. I did though. I can't marry another man when I willingly gave my step dad my virginity. Something is clearly very wrong with Pete and I. He doesn't… say the things you say to me," Tess rambled, snatching her panties off the floor and shimmying into them.

"What? No baby. Nothing is wrong. It's cold feet. You're young. He will learn. What the f**k were doing here anyway?" Tyrone whispered hastily, jumping out of bed and throwing on his boxers. "And I wasn't saying them to you, but to your mom. Baby, why didn't you stop me? I'm so f*****g sorry."

Tyrone didn't know who he was more angry with, himself or Tess.

Sure he savagely took her virginity, but he didn't know any better. Why the f**k would she put them in this position? Was she that unhappy with Pete?

Some part of him had known though. Annie's curves were softer than usual. Her t**s were perkier. Ass cheeks were bigger. And that cunt? f**k, that young cunt had been amazing, choking his d**k.

Plus Annie didn't like rough s*x. Of course it wasn't his f*****g wife.

"I did try to tell you, daddy!" Tess whined, as regret came knocking on her door while his c*m pooled in her panties. "You didn't listen!" she reminded him, poking an accusing finger at him.

He stared at her, remembering the 'fantasy'.

"You're right. But I thought… s**t. Sorry," he squeaked, desperate to keep the woman he was meant to be walking down the aisle this afternoon calm.

Tyrone swallowed hard, his expression torn between horror and lingering desire.

“I’m so sorry, honey. You were saving yourself for marriage. I thought your mom was … I really thought it was Annie. What's wrong, baby? Why are you here?" he asked, paranoia setting in as he hastened her to the bedroom door when Annie turned in her sleep.

“I know, daddy. It’s okay,” Tess replied quietly, though her voice carried a complex mix of emotions.

Just before they reached the door, she paused and turned back to face him.

“I came because Pete didn't pick up and the storm… it was so scary, daddy," she sobbed, throwing herself into his arms at the memory, despite her shame and fear of rejection.

"Tyrone," Annie mumbled as she stirred, nearly giving her husband a heart attack.

He yanked the door open and forced Tess out of the bedroom, then closed the door softly behind them.

"Annie can't see you like this. Pete was probably just sleeping, baby. He's so happy to be marrying you, okay? Please, get married. Forget last night. It was just a misunderstanding. Okay?" Tyrone rambled on, keeping his voice low, as he led Tess back to her room.

"Not for me. I knew what was happening. I liked it, daddy. After I end things with Pete and call off the wedding, can I cuddle with you again? Will you… f**k me again?" Tess asked bravely as they neared her room.

“No, baby. No more cuddling," he said sharply, then sighed when she flinched. "Definitely no more f*****g. I'm married. Your mom and I have two kids, Tess," he said more gently. "Three. Including you," he corrected himself.

"I know. Your children are my siblings. I love our family. I would never—" Tess tried as Tyrone rushed her into her room.

"Good," he cut her off. "And you will walk down that damn aisle today and be happy. Okay? This never happened. It's wrong, Tess. Pete loves you. Work things out."

Tyrone did his fatherly bit, but he couldn't help fixating on the hunger in her eyes.

Perky t**s. Beautiful face of an angel. An ass bigger than her mom's. And that tight cunt he broke in.

She was his wife's carbon copy, only younger. And now he f****d her. Of course his d**k was stirring.

Tess beamed at him with a small, charged, almost ominous smile.

The more he spoke, the longer she eye f****d him. His lips while they spoke. His brawny, hard body that f****d her last night. Then held her close all night. Protected her. Commanding voice. Sexy eyes. Broad shoulders.

Daddy was everything Pete wasn't. A real man.

Who were they hurting if they f****d around a little?

“I'll get married and never tell mom about last night if you agree to f**k me again, daddy," she told him shamelessly, having played it safe all her life with boys like Pete.

"For f**k's sake, Tess!" Tyrone hissed low just as Annie's voice called out from the master bedroom, "Tyrone? Are you showering? We can't be late for the wedding!"

"Yes, daddy?" she cooed, reaching for his d**k.

Tyrone was quick to evade her touch, but Tess was no quitter. She kept trying, giggling softly as they wrestled.

"Stop it! Let's just get you married, okay?" he insisted nervously, finally pinning Tess against the wall.

She gulped, her knees buckling as he held her firmly in place in her very childhood bedroom.

"You're f*****g getting married. This ends now. End of discussion," he snapped, quick to step back, leaving Tess dripping and wanting.

"We'll see," she said smugly, slipping a hand into her panties and forcing the c*m that leaked onto her panties back into her p***y.