You Are My Daddy, Not My Father - Sex Stories

You Are My Daddy, Not My Father

It is never a good sign when police knocks at your door. A family member had a violent death or a neighborhood robbery took place.

But Alan lived with his only relative, his mom, in a gated community in Florida, so neither could possibly apply. A possible third reason, an unpaid parking violation, he wasn’t aware of either.

So, when the two plain-cloth officers rang the door bell and showed their IDs he innocently opened the door. They then inquired about his identity.

“Are you Alan Greystone? Dr. Alan Greystone?”

Alan affirmed. He was proud of his academic degree. At forty years of age, he was already a renowned scientists in the field of ancient history, and the royalties from his popular books and television programs provided him with a decent side-income to his university salary. He had ample opportunity to travel the world on his field trips to study ancient civilizations.

The only thing he wished he would do more is sports. He sported a little belly.

“Can we come in?” they inquired and Alan welcomed them and they sat down.

“Do you know a Laura Hernandes?”

His first reaction was negative. “No.”

“Think again.” They pulled out a picture of a very attractive lady with short dark hair and a Hispanic complexion. Then he remembered.

“Oh yes, I met her last year.” He knew that you never give answers beyond the asked question to the police. He had met Laura in Thailand when his mother and he stayed at a small, remote hotel that was close to his ...

... field-trip destination. They met at the bar and had a few coffees and one or two dinners together. Laura had travelled alone, or so it seemed. She had a great character - witty and well educated. Alan had never married and he was not interested in women. Not that he was gay, he had no interest in forming a family at all. But they had a great time together.

“We are sorry to tell you this, but she is dead.” The police brought him back from his memories to reality.

Alan’s first reaction was one of indifference. Laura had been a nice person, but just met a few times more than one year ago. And then, of course, he voiced a reasonable thought.

“Why are you telling me this? I have barely known her. What does this have to do with me?”

“We have a court deposition from her that mentions your name. You have only met her once last year?”

“Yes, just for a few days, we got to know her.”

“We?”

“Yes, my mom and me.”

“That was in Thailand?” one officer probed him.

“How do you know this? And yes, it was last year in Thailand.”

Alan had a reason to become a bit nervous. The police knew more than they were telling him. He felt now would be a good time to ask a question himself.

“How did she die?”

“She was killed. Actually, it was not a random killing. She was murdered.”

Alan was shocked. Laura had been such a nice person. Her family and friends must be devastated.

“Do you have her killer?”

“Not yet, but we know it was a contract killing. They specifically ...