Sheila's Story - Sex Stories

Sheila's Story

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My dad looked up from his plate, staring directly into my eyes with a concerned look. "Is this what you and your friends talk about? Sleeping with grown-ass men? I don't understand young people nowadays. Why aren't young women interested in men their age?"

I was relieved that he had only a hint of annoyance in his voice. Dad also seemed to be asking legitimate questions he didn't have answers for. "Well, guys nowadays aren't built like old-school guys. I'm sure some exist, but none of us can find them. You're considered a 'GILF'." I could tell my dad knew what a GILF was because he started cracking up laughing. "And, Dad, you are a real, real man. That's why I'm overprotective of you with these slutty women. I see how they look at your buffed ass." Now it was my turn to laugh hysterically.

"So..." He started, "You aren't allowing women to be near me? Why is that?"

He stumped me on this one. I wasn't prepared to have a full-on conversation about sex with my dad, especially about things my friends would say about his looks and body. Let alone the questions they had about the junk in his pants, which, before last night and this morning, I had no idea about. "No, Dad. I am not allowing them to be near you. I appreciate that you are finally treating me like an adult and having adult conversations with me. But I don't want them or you to start anything casual with each other. You are not allowed to be around them anymore, and they are not allowed to be around ...

... you. I know how guys think, and now that you know they are interested, I don't want your man brain getting any ideas. Understood?" I couldn't believe I just laid down the law on my father about whom he could and couldn't sleep with.

My father laughed, "So...You want me all to yourself then?"

"Yes, that's one way of putting it. They wouldn't be able to handle a real man. I'm going to head out. I have plans tonight. Are you going to the bar tonight? If so, I need to know. I'll probably take an Uber there or directly here if you will be home." I wanted to get away from this conversation; it was causing me to get flustered. My dad on the other hand, was having a good laugh about our conversation. "I'm planning on heading down to the bar later. I was supposed to meet up with someone. I'm guessing I shouldn't meet up with her. Seeing as you want me all to yourself."

I was annoyed with him now. "Go ahead and meet your hook-up, Dad. If that's what you wanna do, do it. Just let me know; I don't want to walk in with some woman under you." I was acting like a jealous woman with my dad. I don't know what was happening to me.

Again, my dad laughed at me. "Baby, I will either be at the bar or home. I'll be waiting for you. I was just joking. Come hug me."

I wrapped my arms around my dad and rested my head on his torso as he squeezed me. I have always loved my dad's hugs. "Stop playing with me, dad. Plus, I sleep really well when I'm here. Probably because I know how safe I ...