Just Like Dad

Motherless Dennis has a young, beautiful caregiver named Staphanie. When she's 18, his father beds her. Will Dennis eventually get the same sexual opportunity?

Part One

My name is Dennis Palmer. I was born in 1961. Lucky for me, in those days it was illegal for mothers-to-be to abort their unborn children, so I got a chance at life. Had I been conceived 20 years later, I might not be here writing this memoir. In fact, it is almost a certainty.

To be perfectly blunt, my mother had no interest in being a mother. That is sad but undeniably true. She was only a casual acquaintance of my father. Dad was a man of lusty desires. Mom, so I am told, was quite an attractive but slutty 19-year-old when Dad, at age 22, impregnated her in the backseat of his car after attending a New Year’s Eve party with her. In 1961, pregnant teens married the males who had knocked them up. That was a given societal norm. When it was obvious that my mother was pregnant, she traced down Dad. (He hadn’t seen her since New Year’s Day) and told him about her condition. Within two days they were married at city hall and living with his parents. About two months after I was born on September 30, Mom decided she wanted nothing more to do with me, Dad, or her in-laws. She ended up leaving town abruptly on a Greyhound bus. Her whereabouts are unknown. Dad sued her for divorce in absentia and was granted full custody of me. I’ve never even seen a photo of my mother. I doubt if Dad even had one. It was an inauspicious start for me.

The one thing Dad had in his favor was an abundance of talent. Any tool he touched, he mastered. He was doing well as a self-employed carpenter and a general handyman. Eventually he was making enough money each month to buy a small house and pay for my unmarried great aunt to take care of me while he was working. (For convenience, my Aunt Martha lived with us.) Dad told me he never had any intention to marry again; his rough experience with Mom had turned him forever sour towards matrimony. However, he also added that wouldn’t stop him from enjoying female company whenever he could find it—and all the intimate pleasures that often came with it.

When I was 10 years old, Aunt Martha became ill and died shortly thereafter of stomach cancer. I became a latch-key kid by default, but Dad would always make sure someone was present to look after me if he was away from home on evenings or for long stretches of time. That someone was Stephanie Mills, the daughter of a plumber friend my father often worked alongside as they frequently did home renovations together. I first met Stephanie about a month after Aunt Martha passed away. At the time, Stephanie was approaching her 14th birthday—and she was a real cutie. She had dirty blonde hair that dipped slightly below her shoulders, and an attractive figure for a girl her age. Even I noticed her good looks, and I wasn’t especially interested in females yet. She seemed to adore me, making me forget that I never really had a true mother. Stephanie lived about six blocks away. Sometimes she’d walk to and from our house. Sometimes her father dropped her off. Sometimes, Dad would do the driving.

To say I was quite smitten with Stephanie would be an understatement. By the time I was 12 and Stephanie was 16, she had blossomed into a true beauty who caught the eye of every male she walked past. Of course, with the onset of puberty. I was totally enamored by her. I wasn’t the only male in the household to feel that way. One night after Dad had driven Stephanie home, he walked into the house and said, “You know something, Dennis? Stephanie is less than half my age, but I swear that one of these days I’m going to give her a good fucking!”

That statement startled me for a second. Then I startled Dad in return by enthusiastically saying, “Me too!”

Dad laughed and said, “Attaboy, Dennis! It’s good to know that I raised a healthy, normal son. If you don’t want to put your dick inside Stephanie’s pussy, I’d say there’s something seriously wrong with you! She’s a gorgeous teenage girl—one of the prettiest I’ve ever seen. There’s no doubt about that.”

I nodded to indicate my total agreement.

Part Two

Stephanie continued to take care of me for several years. When Dad was busy working, she’d often come by and prepare simple meals for both me and her and tackle some household chores that Dad and I both loathed, such as doing the laundry and general tidying. By the time I was 14, I was the envy of my male school chums for having “such a foxy housekeeper” in my home for so many hours each week.

One Saturday there was a misunderstanding about Stephanie’s schedule with us. She thought Dad was working that day and she was supposed to come over at noon and prepare lunch and do some housework. However, I was the one who was not at home. I was playing tennis with a friend at the club I had recently joined. Dad had no plans at all that Saturday. I told him I’d fend for myself for lunch, likely eating at the diner across the street from the courts, and then go back to the club for more tennis. Stephanie got her weekends mixed up and arrived to find Dad home by himself.

I’m not sure how Dad did it, but he somehow talked the beautiful 18-year-old Stephanie into going to bed with him. He was 37 and considered to be ruggedly handsome by some local women. Meanwhile, I came directly home after having lunch, having learned in the morning that the courts would be occupied all that afternoon and well into the evening with an adult mixed doubles tournament. I walked into the house and headed to my bedroom. I had to pass Dad’s bedroom to get there.

I didn’t do it on purpose, but I heard noise coming from Dad’s bedroom, so I stopped for a moment. The door was fully open so I couldn’t help but see Dad merrily riding Stephanie missionary-style, thrusting his erect rod inside her with great gusto and pleasure. My timing was so impeccable that I arrived at the very moment of climax to see Dad pulling his dick out of Stephanie’s vagina and spraying a substantial cum shot across her torso. Dad was oblivious that I could see the goings-on, but Stephanie noticed me and shrieked. My response was to say, “Oops! I didn’t mean to pry. I’ll close the door.” I did just that and walked to my bedroom. I sat down on the edge of my bed. I quietly laughed in admiration of my father’s moxie. Hey, Dad was doing exactly what he said he would do someday!

I half expected Stephanie to dress quickly and leave our house in absolute embarrassment. That didn’t happen at all. Two hours later she and Dad were still sharing his bed and unabashedly making a lot of noise—happy, contented sounds of sexual bliss. I holed up in my bedroom for a while, listening to the sounds of the carnal fun, but eventually I went to the living room to watch a baseball game on TV. All the while, Dad continued ravishing Stephanie behind closed doors. I truly envied him. I myself became aroused just listening to the occasional shouts of glee from both of them.

They eventually emerged from Dad’s bedroom. Stephanie’s face was red with embarrassment—not from having sex with a man clearly old enough to be her father, but the fact that I had caught her in the act. Dad seemed unconcerned that I was an accidental witness to his debauchery. His concern was mostly on keeping his romp with this teenage sexpot a secret.

“Stephanie,” he said firmly to his bedmate, “you must not say anything to your parents about what happened here today. Especially say nothing to your father, who is a longtime friend of mine. I don’t want to jeopardize that part of my life.”

“Of course, I’ll stay quiet about it…especially since we both agreed to keep screwing on a regular basis. I thought the sex was terrific!”

Now it was Dad’s turn to blush—something I had never seen him do before. “I’ll give you a ride home, Stephanie—and, of course, I will pay you for your time, too.”

Stephanie balked for a moment. “I’ll accept the ride, Gerald,” she said to him, “but if you pay me, I’ll feel like a whore. I wasn’t whoring with you at all. I went to bed with you very willingly. I’ve always had a bit of a crush on you.” It was the first time I’d ever heard Stephanie call my father by his first name. Up until today, she had always politely addressed him as “Mr. Palmer.”

Dad gave her an understanding nod, but he replied, “Stephanie, you’d better accept the money anyway, just in case one of your parents asks you how much you made working here today. You can show it to them. They don’t need to know you made it as my sex partner.” Stephanie agreed without two much arm-twisting. Then she finally acknowledged me with a brief, “Hi, Dennis” and walked out the door to wait by the car for Dad to drive her home.

“We’ll talk when I get back home in a few minutes, Dennis,” he told me.

“Yeah, I’m sure it will be a long, great talk, too,” I said with a smile. I was truly happy for him. Stephanie Miller was certainly one heck of a bedmate for Dad to so suddenly acquire.

Part Three

When Dad returned, he was quite open about what happened. He didn’t divulge exactly what he had said to Stephanie that lured her into the sack with him. He actually didn’t remember, but it was something about what a beautiful young lady she was and how it was a pleasant surprise to see her that morning when she wasn’t expected at the house. She gave him a surprise kiss on the cheek. He did the same in return. More kissing ensued—and things escalated from that point onward.

“Dennis,” he noted,” the next thing I know, we’re in bed together. I’m licking Stephanie’s pussy while she’s busily giving me a terrific blowjob. You know what that is, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I said, “but only via second-hand knowledge. No girl has ever treated me to that sex act, Dad. Come to think of it, no girl has treated me to any sex act yet!”

Dad laughed at my amusing comment before predicting, “Maybe it will happen someday soon, Dennis.”

He didn’t know how right he was.

I got into the habit of coming home and finding Stephanie and Dad in bed together quite frequently. I saw nothing but heard a lot as they had learned to shut the bedroom door completely to prevent another accidental sighting. Judging by the sounds, they both enjoyed their trysts immensely. Once I overheard Dad state in appreciation, “There’s nothing quite like the feeling of a warm, 18-year-old pussy surrounding my dick! Thanks, Stephanie. You’re a fun bedmate to have.”

Dad was keeping a diary and a related scorecard of his sexual adventures with Stephanie. Why? Who knows. I guess it was an ego thing. Maybe he figured his screwing Stephanie couldn’t last indefinitely, so he wanted to have some hard data to prove it really had happened. Once, when I casually asked him how many times he had screwed his friend’s daughter so far, he didn’t just make an estimate. Instead, he pulled a leather-covered notebook from the bookshelf and peered at the data. He proudly stated, “As of yesterday evening, I’ve bedded Stephanie Miller eight times, culminating in 17 ejaculations. That averages slightly more than two orgasms per romp. I’d say that’s a pretty good number for someone approaching 40. Do you want to know the locations on her body where I’ve shot my loads, son?”

I actually did. That would have been a real turn-on for me, but I figured he was just boasting at this point, so I declined the information. I told him, “No, some things are best left unsaid.”

About a month later, there was another scheduling mix-up involving Stephanie. This time Dad was supposed to be at home, and I wasn’t. Stephanie had come for a fuck, not to do any work around our house. Dad had a carpentry job some 30 miles out of town. He hoped to get it done in a single day, so he told me he’d be home well after sunset. Stephanie, when she found me at home instead of Dad, insisted that he had goofed this time and gotten his day of work confused with their day of horizontal pleasures. I was going to order some Italian food for lunch, so I politely invited Stephanie to stick around and dine with me, if she so desired.

“Okay, we can order in some food, Dennis, but do you want to have a fuck with me first?”

As that offer came totally out of the blue, I was dumbfounded. I had to make sure my ears were functioning properly. “Did you just ask me if I wanted to have a fuck with you, Stephanie? Did I hear that correctly?”

“Yeah, you did,” she said with a smile. “I intended to give your father a thorough riding today. He likes it when I get on top of him and bounce on his stiff dick. Hey, I like it, too! In fact, I love doing that for him. He has such a lovely, firm penis! I’m so horny right now that I absolutely have to have sex today. Since you’re here, Dennis, and your father is away…”

I did not let her finish that sentence. It was completely unnecessary for her to do so. I eagerly agreed with the idea. We held hands and walked towards Dad’s bedroom as he had a double bed and I did not. As Stephanie began to disrobe, she said to me, “Dennis, you’re 14 years old now, right?”

I confirmed that was the truth.

She continued with a key inquiry. “Have you had sex before?”

“Let’s just say I won’t overwhelm you with my experience in bed,” I told her. I assumed she got the idea that this would be a first for me.

She did, as Stephanie quickly responded, “In that case, I’ll let you relax and I’ll do most of the work. I’ll assume the top sexual position and ride your dick until you come. Does that sound okay to you?”

I said, “Oh, yes! Yes, it does!” with a lusty tone. Honestly, if Stephanie Miller had said to me, “Dennis, I’ll poke you in both eyes with a sharp stick as part of our foreplay,” I still would have said yes in a millisecond.

Stephanie was simply beautiful standing before me in her birthday suit. I had briefly seen parts of her nude body before when I accidentally caught her screwing with Dad that first afternoon a few weeks earlier, but when she was close to me and unobstructed by my father’s naked body, she was a real gem to behold.
“You have beautiful breasts, Stephanie…but you already know that, right?” I said.

“Yes, I do, but thank for noticing, Dennis. I think they’re my best features,” she replied, and kissed me on the cheek for giving her a compliment.

“Can I play with them while you ride me?” I asked hopefully.

“That’s all part of the fun!” she answered. “Your father has a grand old time fondling my tits while we fuck. He likes to suck on them, too! I hope you also have a good time, Dennis. You know I’ve always liked you very much.”

I apologized in advance for having an undersized 14-year-old dick, but I pointed out to Stephanie that it was “as hard as a chunk of iron ore” because I was so aroused by her. She laughed and said, its size was perfectly alright with her. “It’s not about the size of the sword. It’s all about how you brandish your weapon!” she said. That was definitely a new phrase to me. I hadn’t ever heard it before in any locker room!

I lied on my back in anticipation, waiting for Stephanie to mount me and do her stuff. However, once I glimpsed her recently shaved pussy, I told her to wait a moment. “I just have to lick that!” I insisted. “It looks so inviting, Stephanie! Your vagina is almost as appealing to me as your tits are—and that’s saying something!”

“Well, of course you can. I should have thought of that,” Stephanie said to me with a smile. I didn’t move a muscle, but Stephanie repositioned herself on my face. For the next three minutes my tongue had a wonderful time sampling her as she got progressively wet. “Good job for a newbie, Dennis” she declared. I believed her.

“Now let me get you good and hard, Dennis,” she said.

I figured that was physically impossible, but a few well-placed, skillful licks on my phallus did the trick. I felt my erection grow even firmer—almost to the point of being painful. That was a price I was happily willing to pay.

Stephanie climbed aboard, uttered a slight coo…and I experienced heaven on Earth. My stiff rod entered her vagina as far as it could. Stephanie slowly moved up and down on it. I got the idea it would be helpful if I placed my hands on her hips to guide Stephanie’s movements. When she started to gyrate, I moved my hands to her tits and caressed her nipples with my thumbs. To heck with Dad’s desires! I wanted this sexy libertine girl to be my bedmate and frequent sex partner from that moment onward, not his!

I didn’t even pretend that I wanted to pull out of Stephanie when the crucial time came. I just fired rope after rope of jism into her warm pussy until it started to dribble out of her crevice and onto my crotch.

By a remarkable coincidence, Dad arrived home at that very moment, well ahead of his estimated time of return. This time he saw me ejaculate into Stephanie rather than vice versa. All things considered, I suspected he would be furious. He wasn’t at all!

“My carpentry job today was much simpler than I had been led to believe,” he said in a normal tone of voice. “So here I am, home hours earlier than I or anyone else anticipated. I was obviously unexpected to be here at this time of day because look what I’ve found in my bed—my son and my girlfriend making a big mess on the bedsheets!” Dad was right on all counts. Many remnants of my excellent orgasm had soiled the sheets.

Neither Stephanie nor I knew what to say at that moment. We were having a jolly fuck in Dad’s bed. There was no denying it. How could we? Dad put the two of us at ease by saying nothing about the obvious. Instead, he discussed our lunch options! “I have a huge craving for some delicious Italian food. Does that sound like a good choice, you two? Let’s phone in an order for delivery and we can have a pleasant chat about everything else while we eat.”

Dad remained calm throughout the enjoyable meal. I think he was proud that his somewhat shy son was bedding the most beautiful 18-year-old girl in town—sort of a chip off the old block.

“Dennis,” he concluded, “I see no reason why we both can’t share Stephanie’s sexual favors if she wants us to do that. What’s the harm in that? Now who wants the last piece of garlic bread?”