You Are My Daddy, Not My Father - Sex Stories

You Are My Daddy, Not My Father

... Dr. Alan Greystone. And I am not your father.”

Nora looked at him in disbelief and started crying, covering her face in her hands. She did not only cry, she wailed in such a way that the police officer had to intervene. She pushed Alan aside and embraced Nora and gently guided her back to her bed. She moved her lips silently towards Alan. “Jerk”. That is what she said.

Alan had never been good with people. That is why he had studied history. Dead people were more interesting to him than alive ones. And even now as a university professor, he was known for acting awkwardly in front of students, especially the female ones.

“Say something”. Again, the police officer was forming silent words with her mouth. Alan looked around and saw the suitcase next to the bed. He pointed at it.

“You were going somewhere?”

Nora looked up, wiping away her tears. “Mom told me that my dad would come and pick us up.”

“When was that?”

“A few weeks ago. But now, but now, she is dead.” Nora started wailing again.

“Nora, Nora, please don’t cry, okay?” He hated the situation. His mind was racing, but there was nothing that made sense to him. Finally, he said those words that would change his entire life. He tried to give his voice an upbeat note. “Well, Nora, since you have packed already, I think I can take you home to me, to me and my mom.”

Nora looked at him in disbelief. “You would do that for me? Dr. Greystone, you would do that?” The most shy and beautiful smile ...

... appeared on her face. Finally, she had some hope.

“Yes, I will do that. Yes, I will take you home to us.” Alan was reiterating his decision, almost as if he needed to convince himself.

Nora jumped up and grabbed the suitcase. But in the last second, she realized that she had forgotten something and turned around to take a photo from the side table. A photo that showed Nora with Laura at the Tampa Bay stadium.

Carefully, Alan took the picture out of her hands. “May I?” They sat down together and Alan took a good look. Nora was the younger copy of her mom. Both were smiling and had their arms around each other. Such a happy memory.

“You really look like her, You know? I met her once, last year in Thailand.” And after a long pause, he said. “Your mother is a very beautiful woman.” He consciously used the present tense. What he did not realize is that he basically said that Nora was beautiful, too.

Nora took a deep breath and then took the picture out of his hands. Alan took the suitcase and they went downstairs. He thanked the police officers, and the female officer said, “You are a good man.” Alan realized that Nora did not look back when they drove off. Nora knew that a new life was in front of her, it was just Alan who did not.

At home, still in the car, the officers said. “We leave this with you now. The deposition is in this envelope. We leave you alone now, she needs rest. We will be back tomorrow and talk about the next steps.”

Alan did not think about the ...