Daddies Taboo

by Iona Nixon

  "Do you want to kiss me?" she asked. Her green eyes were large and bright in the light of the moon. I nodded my head and my eyes roamed her sexy body. She was only wearing a pair of shorts over her bikini bottoms and I don't think she came to the party with a shirt. I walked toward Mindy and swept her up in my arms, twirling her part of the way around. As I set her down, our lips met. There was something about Mindy that made me want to keep sweet with her. I kissed her softly and very slowly until we were breathless.

  "Wow," she whispered when I pulled away to catch air in my lungs. She touched a few fingers to her lips and smiled. "That was the best kiss I've ever had," she admitted. "Let me doing something for the birthday boy..." Mindy stepped closer to me and looked me in the eyes as she unsnapped the button on my cut-off jean shorts. I was considerably taller than Mindy, so she kissed her way down my tight chest until she reached my hips. She tugged down my shorts, letting them fall into the sand. I wore nothing under them so my hard dick bobbed freely in the cool evening air, sending a chill through my spine.

  "Oh, this is very nice," Mindy mused. She winked up at me as she wrapped a hand around the base of my dick. Mindy licked her lips in a seductive manner before swiping the tip of her tongue slowly across the head of my dick, wiping clean the pre-cum that had started to ooze out. I moaned instantly at the contact. I really liked having my dick sucked, and it really didn't take much for me to cum from the simplest manipulation. I was distinctly aware of the pressure of her hand around my thick dick, though average in length. Mindy licked around the head, and then slowly eased it in her mouth. "Yeah, that's nice," I breathed. Encouraged, Mindy inhaled my member deep into her mouth. She gagged easily when it started to bump the back of her throat. Mindy pulled further back and worked it easily in and out of her mouth at a steady pace that worked best for her, while her hand twisted and pumped along the slick skin at the base. She may not be pro, but what she was doing to me still felt great. I held her dark blond hair back from her pretty face and watched my dick disappear into her mouth. She managed to take me further in without gagging as much. I groaned when I hit the back of her throat and slid down momentarily. She looked up at me and held my gaze, putting more effort into bringing forth an orgasm. It was fast approaching, so I held her head in place. She pulled my dick out of her mouth and looked up at me curiously. "I don't want to cum just yet, and I'll definitely cum if you continue that!" I chuckled.

  I pulled Mindy up from her kneeling position and kissed her deeply. My hands roamed her body and pulled down her shorts. My teeth grazed her earlobe, tugging it lightly. This caused her to moan, and she moaned even more when I slipped my hand beneath the waist band of her bikini bottoms. I found her pussy smooth, except for a small patch of hair above the slit. I traveled further and found her wet – very wet. I groaned into her ear. With my hand still in her suit, I wrapped my other arm around her and pulled her down on top of me in the sand. I played with her pussy while she straddled me.

  Mindy grasped my dick and shifted her bathing suit to the side. I removed my hand and watched as she rubbed the tip of my dick along the wetness of her folds a few times before easing me inside her; I slipped in easily because of how wet she was. We groaned pleasurably as she sunk all the way down the length of me. Mindy instantly took the lead with only a moment to adjust to my girth inside her, then she was rocking her hips slowly up and down. I placed my hands upon her hips to guide her, though she certainly didn't need my help. I moved my hips in perfect sync to Mindy's movement in order to drive deep into her pussy. She was so tight; it felt ridiculous when the walls of her cunt contracted around me. I couldn't stop moaning, this girl was driving me insane. She started to buck her hips faster and harder with the encouragement from my moans. I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips and guided her up and down on my shaft, lifting her and slamming her back down. Her small, perky tits bounced hypnotically before my eyes in the confines of her bikini top.

  I shoved one of the triangle patches of Mindy's bikini top up to expose the jiggling flesh and squeezed it in my hand. Mindy groaned and bit her bottom lip when I pinched and twisted the tiny nipple between my thumb and forefinger. "Fuck, I love that. Pinch it harder," she begged. Being the kind man I am, I obliged and manipulated the nub further. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Mindy's voice became high pitched as she fell forward onto my, resting her elbows in the sand on either side of my body and began to piston her cunt along my shaft. With the quickening of the pace, I groaned and arched my back a little. I wrapped my arms tight around Mindy's small frame and fucked my cock deep into her. I rolled us over so I was on time and started to fuck her harder and faster. Mindy's orgasm came and went, but I was determined to give her at least one more before my own seed spilled over.

  "I love how tight your pussy is," I breathed into Mindy's ear.

  "I love how your cock stretches my little cunt," she breathed in response.

  I reached beneath me as I fucked Mindy to rub her clit. This really got to her, and she begged for a request, "Fuck me from behind!"

  I slowed my pace until I completely stilled inside her; I really didn't want to pull out but if that's what Mindy wanted then I was happy to give it to her. Plus, I liked not being able to look at a girl's face when I used her. I wasn't pro at maneuvering a woman's body into position without removing my dick first, so I just pulled out and let her crawl into position. As soon as she was on her knees, I yanked her bikini bottoms down her thighs and shoved my dick back inside the heated channel. My quick thrust shoved Mindy forward, nearly landing her face in the sand. She rested her weight on her forearms with her ass high in the air. I brought myself back to a steady rhythm as I admired the thickness of her ass. It bounced just as hypnotically as I fucked her. She thrust herself back at me with every one of my in-strokes. I had her moaning again, her breathing extremely labored. She began a steady flow of filthy words, which really encouraged me to pound her cunt; it was tighter from this position. It was really paradise, being inside her like this.

  I gripped Mindy's fleshy hip and slammed my cock continuously into her. I was nearing my own boiling point when Mindy screamed that she was cumming again. I could feel the assault her pussy juice gave; it coated my cock and really oozed out around it. I picked up my pace, if that was at all possible; my hips were a blur as I jackhammered her abused pussy. I announced that I was going to cum.

  "Pull out! Pull out, Ian!" she screamed, but it was too late. I gripped Mindy's hips tighter and slammed one last time into her; I could feel my balls clench as my cum traveled up the length of my dick like lava traveling through a volcano, and exploded with a vengeance inside Mindy. My back was arched and the tips of my fingers were white from gripping Mindy's hips. I loosened my grip and let the feeling come back to my fingers. My cock slowly deflated and I pulled out. I used Mindy's ass as a not-so-stable thing to rest my hand as I tried to get on my feet; I ended up pushing Mindy forward and shove into the sand.

  Sputtering, Mindy rolled over onto her back. Her blond hair was disheveled, one breast was exposed and her legs we splayed. I could tell she was shooting daggers at me. I laughed for a moment and extended my hand to help her up. "I'm really sorry," I told her.

  Mindy looked up at me with forgiving eyes and brushed the sand from her body and readjusted her bikini pieces, and I handed her shorts. I inspected mine and noticed some spots on them from Mindy's cum. I put them on and dove into the ocean. I came out soaking wet, but no longer covered in sand. Mindy stood on the shore, waiting for me. "You're crazy," she smirked.

  "Let's go back to the party and get some more beer," I said.

  Mindy and I walked back to the fire and we discovered the numbers grew since we were gone. Steve noticed me walking up and made our arrival known. Mindy blushed. It was obvious what we had been doing. Steve asked me why I was soaking wet. I announced I decided to take a quick dip in the ocean, and everyone found this amusing for reasons unknown to me. I did end up grabbing a couple beers for Mindy and myself, but that wa
s the last time I saw her. I got swept up with hanging out with my friends, I ignored her. I could tell she was clinging to me, but I didn't want a girlfriend so I brushed her off. The next time I looked to see if she was still hanging around, I couldn't find her. I assumed she must have left the party, and I didn't have contact with her again until 2 months later.

  Those 2 months later, Mindy called me at Steve's house. She informed me rather gravely that she was pregnant. As I mentioned earlier: consequences. She insisted that it was mine because she didn't have sex again after our encounter. I was inclined to believe because I wanted to believer her. I found out that Mindy and her family was Catholic and they condemned abortion as a grave evil. She told me that even if she could abort the growing fetus inside her, she wouldn't. She desperately wanted to know what I thought. She told me it was adoption, unless I wanted to keep the baby. She cried, begging me to keep the baby. I don't know what it was, but something inside me clicked. I had created this life with Mindy, and I couldn't imagine it going to another family. I told her I wanted to keep the baby, though I knew I had no idea how I would raise it. I had to call Mindy back because I had to speak with Paul and Carla desperately.

  I found them in the backyard, drinking iced tea from chilled glasses, decorated with brightly colored paper umbrellas. I took up a chair and sat with them, though not speaking.

  "Is something wrong, Ian?" Carla asked. I worked out in my head what to say.

  I explained to them what had happened at the bon fire months ago, and told them I just got off the phone with Mindy after she told me she was pregnant. They were speechless for several long moments. I sat there quietly, waiting for them to respond. Paul was the first to respond, and his response was to slap me upside the head.

  "Ouch!" I yelled and leapt back from him, almost falling completely out of my chair. I now stood out of arm's length from Paul. Carla had rolled her eyes and slapped her husband upside his own head. "Have I taught you nothing about condoms from the months you've been living here?" Paul asked.

  "I'm sorry!" I exclaimed profusely. "I know I was stupid!"

  "Mistakes happen, Ian," Carla told me. "What else did Mindy say?"

  "She is going to have the baby, but she doesn't want to keep it."

  I slid my chair away from Paul's reach and sat back down.

  "Is she going to give it up for adoption?" Paul asked.

  "I told her I wanted to keep it, but I had to speak with you before anything is set in stone."

  Paul and Carla were silent again for ages. They kept exchanged looks, switching back and forth between me and each other. Finally, Carla set her drink down and looked at me squarely.

  "Our first order of business is to see your parents, Ian. We're not your parents, though I surely think of you as a son. I know you and your parents are estranged, but this might change things. Regardless of the outcome, I think they'll want to know that they will be grandparents."

  My old house was a 20 minute drive. Carla and I were quiet during the drive over there. She pulled up slowly and parked in front of the house. I looked at the yard, at the weeds growing in the flower beds and noticed how wild the grass had gotten. It was strange; my parents had always been so anal about the appearance of the yard and garden.

  Carla and I got out of the car and walked up the front walk to the door. I didn't have a key, though if I did I wouldn't have used it. I didn't consider this house to be my home anymore; I wouldn't have felt right about letting myself in. Plus, my dad probably would have thought I was an intruder and may have shot me with one of his guns. As we got closer, we noticed the mail spilling over the mailbox. I glanced at Carla; she had a grim look on her face. I took a deep breath and raised my fist to knock the door but Carla grabbed my wrist before I could make contact. She motioned to the door, making me notice that it was cracked open behind the outer door. I slowly opened the outer door, wincing when it creaked loudly.

  "I'm going to go around back," Carla whispered. I told her to be careful. "You, too," she said.

  I pushed the inner door open silently and closed the screen door quietly behind me. I saw the very top of Carla's head as she passed the window across the room. I ventured further into the room and noticed the surfaces were covered in a thin film of dust. The old picture frames that once hung on the walls were no longer there, leaving clean spots in different shapes and sizes. I noticed that the only pictures that remained contained me in them.

  "Hello?" I called out tentatively. There was only silence in response. I continued to walk through the house, noticing the missing objects I remember being in certain spaces. More pictures of me remained. The hallway had several moving boxes. I sidestepped them and walked into the kitchen. I started a moment when I saw a figure standing at the sliding door, but then noticed it was only Carla. I walked across the tiled floor of the kitchen and unlocked the door to let her in.

  "There are things missing," I told her as she shut the door behind her and locked it.

  "What's missing?" she asked, looking around her surroundings. She, too, noticed the dusty appearance of all the surfaces. There were even some dirty dishes in the sink.

  "Picture frames mostly, the ones without me in them..."

  I turned away from Carla and continued the search through my old home. I found several rooms that were picked through, moving boxes left either folded or taped and ready to be filled. At first I thought my parents might be dead somewhere in the house, but upon further search I came to the conclusion that they had left town. I found no note for me, and no indication as to where they were going. The last room I looked in was their bedroom; I guess I had been saving it for last. A part of me was hoping to find them there. My mom liked to sit in the rocking chair by the window while she read her books, but the chair was still as stone. I walked over to it and wiped off the film of dust from the top.

  A weird pain began to form in my chest, and my throat caught. I turned around to sit on the bed, but something crunched under my foot. I lifted my foot to see I stepped on broken glass. I looked around for the source and found a picture frame lying face down next to the bedside table on my dad's side of the bed. I flipped over the frame and found jagged pieces of glass still stuck in the frame. Behind the shards of glass a picture was placed, containing a very young version of myself with my mom and dad holding me. I collapsed on the floor and hugged the frame to my chest. I hadn't known I was crying until drops of my tears fell onto my jeans, darkening the light fabric where they landed.

  I remember my parents telling me that I hardly cried as a baby, perfectly content most of the time. As I got older, I didn't cry when I had gotten hurt from falling off my bike. I took one look at my bloody knee and then assessed the pain. I took off running soon after, my mom holding a first aid kit. She always told me I was her strong man, stronger than my father.

  "Ian?" a voice asked behind me.

  I looked up to find Carla standing there, her hand halfway stretched out to me, as if she were hesitant about touching me. I assumed she didn't want to scare me.

  "They're gone, Carla. They uprooted and left behind any trace of me. Why do I feel this way? Why am I crying, Carla? I hated my parents. They must have hated me too, by the looks of it."

  "Oh, Ian... Do you honestly believe that you hated your parents?" Carla came closer and wiped away my tears and showed them to me; they glistened on her fingers. "This is proof that you loved your parents. I know the three of you never saw eye-to-eye, but they were your parents. They might not have been graceful in gaining your favor, but I'm sure they were just looking for a way to have something in common with you. You were very different from them, Ian. But hating them? No, I don't believe that."

  Carla wrapped her arms around me in the warmest embrace I ever remembered having. She truly cared for me, and I loved her like the mother I was meant to have. I pulled back from her and kept her at arm's length. "I have to keep this baby, Carla. I need this baby more than anything now. And even more, this baby needs me. Like me, it
will be abandoned by its mother but I won't do that. We need each other. I won't let the life I created grow up without knowing who I am, and knowing all the love I have to give it."

  "I'm on your side, Ian. We'll talk to Paul and once we pull at his heartstrings, he won't be able to say no. He loves you like a son..."

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  Things completely changed for me when Paul gave me his permission. I talked onto the phone with Mindy for hours that night. She told me all about the appointments, and I told her I would be by her side at every one of them. Mindy's parents insisted on buying the crib and other essentials that the baby would need. Steve and I took a gift card filled with cash that we would need and bought a great looking crib and changing table. I think Steve was thrilled that I was going to be a dad, even at my age. We stood in front of baby clothes, though we didn't know the gender of the baby yet, we held up adorable little girl outfits and awesome boy outfits. I held a cute onesie in my hands, staring down at it with tears in my eyes.

  "Steve, you're going to be an uncle to my child. You're not only my best friend, you're my brother. I love you, man."

  Steve looked up at me from the boy clothes with a wide-eyed expression. "Shit man, you're going to make me cry. Seriously, stop talking like this! Asshole..." Steve started to walk away from me, but shot me a look over his shoulder and said, "I love you too, man."