You Are My Daddy, Not My Father - Sex Stories

You Are My Daddy, Not My Father

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“Actually, shortly after you met Laura in Thailand last year, she moved to Florida. They live pretty close.”

Alan jumped up. Had Laura planned this? His mind was racing. She must have known that she was in danger last year and she was looking for an innocently looking guy to burden him with her daughter, because she had messed up her life! He was angry!

“So Laura already planned this? Putting her daughter into my nest, as a cuckoo’s egg?” He paced up and down.

The officers calmed him down. “As we said, a simple DNA test will prove that you are not her dad. But don’t you want to see her, at least once?”

“Why should I see her?” Alan was getting upset again.

Just at that moment, mom came down the stairs. She was slender women of sixty years, short grey hair, a friendly smile and alert blue eyes. Alan introduced her to the officers and told her the whole story.

Mom was honestly sad. “Laura was such a fine woman,” and putting her hand on Alan's arms she continued. “And I would not have been against if some relation between the two of you would have started.”

“Mom!” Alan was upset. “I never intended to marry and I hate marriage.”

“I believe you and I respect your life choices, even though I have always wanted grandkids.” She sighted. “But you can at least see her once. Laura must have told Nora about her ‘father’”.

Alan breathed a deep breath. “Okay, she lives close to here and I will go there and set the record straight.” He looked at ...

... the officers. “I am a man of actions. Can we go now, right away?”

Mom nodded in agreement. “You will do the right thing,” she said and Alan got in the unmarked police car and they drove off.

It just took ten minutes to Nora’s house during which he emphatically stated several times that he would not recognize Nora as his daughter. In front of the house was another unmarked police car and the three men were greeted by a plain-cloth female officer.

“Nora is in her room.”

She and Alan went upstairs and she knocked at the door frame - the door was already open (the police insists that all doors are being kept open in such a situation).

“Nora, you have a visitor.” She was wearing a dark blue hoodie with a Rays logo on it and gray sweatpants. Her long straight maroon hair was in a low ponytail. As soon as Nora lifted her head, she dropped her phone and ran towards Alan. He had barely made two steps into her room when she threw herself at him, embracing him. Alan was at a loss. He hadn’t imagined such a reaction.

“Father!?” It was more statement rather than a question.

Nora was a whole head shorter than him, but her arms were strong. Alan tried to get him out of the embrace and after a few seconds, he could free himself. Maybe a little too harsh, he distanced himself from her. He was at a loss.

“Listen, Nora, well, first, you have my condolences for your loss.” He was struggling to find the right words. “Yes, but, well, listen Nora. I am Alan, Alan Greystone, ...