A Surprise for Daddy

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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"Well, it's just going to have to be a surprise," I thought after my up-teenth attempt to contact my daughter. Ever since the kids reached puberty, I never came home without some sort of warning. The last thing I wanted was to find them smoking pot, drinking, or having sex with their boy or girlfriends.

I knew Pat was a party boy since he was in high school. As for Leigh, she was always a bit more sophisticated and proper. Still, there was something about her that told me she wasn't as proper as she made out to be. For the good of the family, giving them a heads up when I was returning became a habit.

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That was years ago. Leigh has been out of the house for over ten years, longer if you count college. Pat's been out for 7 years, having stayed in Nashville after graduating from Vandy. Leigh lives here in Chicago, on the North side, with her best friend from college, Nicole.

I get to see her about once a month as business travel keeps me pretty busy.

You are probably asking, "If she lives on the North side with her bestie, why are you calling her?"

In short, "The COVID Quarantine."

When the "WFH" order hit Chicago, Leigh asked if she AND Nicole could stay with me for a couple of weeks. Naturally I agreed, but was worried they may be asymptomatic carriers. Along the same lines, I didn't know if I was also a carrier since as I was on business when the order came.

We worked out a plan where they would move into my place and I'd stay away for two weeks as my company was picking up the tab. However, after 10 days the company made arrangements for me to get tested. If I was cleared, then I could return home; thus saving them a bundle of cash. Fortunately, I was clean and was heading home.

This brings me back to the start of the story...

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As I said above, giving Leigh a heads up when I was on my way home was a long-standing habit.

A bit of an intro is in order. My name is Donald Carson, but I simply go by Don. I am in my mid-fifties; maintain a fitness level without trying to be Mr. America. I stand 6 feet tall; have graying hair; two eyes?still blue; an easy smile and laugh; a successful career; and deep need for kink.

Leigh and Pat's mother, my ex, despite being a puritan religious zealot, is nowhere in the picture. She left us two weeks after Pat was born. There is a long story behind it all, one which would leave you with a multitude of questions, starting with. "How did I get into such a situation?"

Twenty-five years ago, I would have ranted endlessly about the how's and why's. At this point, the easier explanation is "She is serving God somewhere in South America." That pretty much tells the story.

Raising the kids solo wasn't a chore; in fact, it was enjoyable. My family was around so it wasn't as if there were only three of us. We were very close with my sister, Karen, and her husband, Bill, and their three children. We did a lot together, and with the extended family it was a good time.

Overall, I think the kids are normal, well-adjusted people; although I am not sure what normal and well-adjusted truly means, since I am also considered normal and well-adjusted?my interest in kink kept safely tucked away from Pat and Leigh.

As they were growing up, I always put them first. This was tough on relationships, although there were a few I had serious thoughts about; however, two major items got in the way. The first was jealousy over Pat and Leigh being my priority.

The second was the need for kink in my life. I turned to adult ads and social media; taking my time to weed out the fakes and time wasters. I looked for couples interested in adding another man to their relationship. This fit my life style perfectly since being with a couple took the edge off of things. No one was looking to use intimacy as a trap into marriage.

Being with a couple also allowed me to explore my bi side without going to bars and looking for a one-night stand. First of all, one-night stands are a potential disaster waiting to happen regardless if it's a man or a woman. I've always said, I'm not interested in any woman (or man) I meet a bar who would have sex with me that evening.

Think about: 1) What special 'gifts' could they be harboring? 2) They probably aren't into kink, as a hotel bar isn't the typical locale for that scene. The same holds true for men.

Another aspect to couples lies in the fact that I am a Lesbian. It's sounds strange, but I adore women in the way women adore each other. When I see an attractive woman, I don't think about fucking her, my mind goes into this space where I worship and adore every inch of her...from her mind to her toes. It is through her pleasure that I find mine... Yes, I am submissive.

Many women want to see their man with another guy. I have no problem with this as I find cocks to be very erotic. There is something about their shape, their adana escort bayan smoothness, their hardness, and their secretions which turn me on.

Sucking a cock alongside a woman is the best of all worlds. Having our mouths, tongues, and lips dancing together while floating over a cockhead is so hot. If you've never experienced this before, you're missing out on one of the most erotic pleasures.

I consider this act to be one of the ultimate bi-sexual experience. It also counts when two women are doing the same with me!

Social media also provides another avenue to explore my kinks. As I am submissive, I really get into women being in charge. Not in a humiliating or degrading way, rather through exploring their kinks and hidden desires.

For example, some people may consider piss play to be degrading, and it can be. But I love it when a woman gets so turned while releasing her bladder. One of the most salacious times was when my partner was straddling me as I sat on a straight back chair. We were both fully clothed as our mouths were locked together, our hands roaming one another.

Without warning, I felt a warmth in my loins and realized she was pissing herself and it was soaking through all of our clothes. Her body was shuddering as her release triggered her orgasm. It was so intense; I came as well.

Another positive to social media was how it worked well with all of my travel. People were very comfortable knowing I was not from their hometown. We could take our time corresponding and getting to know one another. And when we did meet, it always started with a meet and greet at a local eatery. Again, no one night stands.

All of this allowed me to keep my kinky side hidden from Pat and Leigh as they grew up. My activity was through private email, using a secure VPN, along with a second phone they were unaware of. Add another layer of security by password protecting everything.

Once they were both out of the house, I did loosen up a bit; building a library of kink and erotic imagery. I also started writing and publishing erotica. Still, I took the precaution storing everything on an external drive and maintaining password protection. The only thing a little chancy was my collection of kink wear and self-pleasuring devices.

I kept this stash in a locked suitcase in the spare bedroom closet. It was at the bottom of all the other luggage I used for travel. It was a large closet, so there was plenty of room for clothes when guests came to visit. Even my housecleaner never moved that stuff around, so I didn't think much about it... unless of course, it was time to play.

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Once I got through DeKalb, I gave Leigh one more call...no answer