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Danni's Disappointed Daddy - chapter 1 of 3
Date: 8/1/2024, Categories: Fiction Bi-sexual Exhibitionism Incest Lesbian Prostitution, Voyeurism Author: Limnophile, Source: sexstories.com
- Her mother had been three months pregnant when I met her, but my name “Nicholas” was on Daniella’s birth certificate as her father. I’d married her mother before she was born, changed her diapers, taught her to tie her shoes, and bandaged her elbow the first time she fell off her bike. I loved her like she was my own child, but sometimes wished I didn’t. Her mother passed away when she was in middle school, and we’d helped each other through the grief and loss. The memories were still painful, and Daniella only seemed to talk about her mother when she was in trouble or wanted something. I heard great sadness and embarrassment in her voice as she pleaded, “I’m so, so sorry, Daddy. I really am. Since we lost Mom, you’re all I have. Can I please come home?” My daughter was 23 and from the time we lost her mother, she seemed to fail and disappoint me constantly. She had waited until the middle of her fifth year of college to tell me she wasn’t going to graduate, and wasn’t even close. She had kept giving me reasons she wanted to change schools to be with a boyfriend, or because a certain professor was great. She never mentioned having any trouble. She’d attended four colleges and been kicked out of three of them. In nine semesters, she had passed only Intro to Watercolors, Intro to Oil Painting, Piano 1 and 2, and Lifeguard Training. She could swim well, play piano, and paint a little. I’d paid nearly a hundred grand for that! I’d also paid for an abortion when ...
... she was 18 and reckless, and another when she was 20 and still reckless. When she was 21, I bailed her out of jail after she was caught holding drugs for a boyfriend. Only a month after that, I bailed her out again and replaced her car, after she collided with a tree one drunken night. Instead of coming home to visit with happy stories on Thanksgiving weekend, she was retreating in failure. But she was still my daughter and I loved her. “Of course, sweetie. You’re always welcome here. When will you be driving back?” “Daddy, I … please don’t be mad. Can you send me a bus ticket? I lost my car. I had a bunch of parking and speeding tickets and didn’t pay them, so it got taken away. They suspended my license too.” “TWO CARS, IN TWO YEARS!” I tried to calm myself. “I … I … I’ll book you a flight for tomorrow. I don’t want you riding a bus halfway across the country.” “And Daddy, I don’t know how to tell you this …” I grumpily asked, “Just say it. What else? Are you pregnant again?” “No. I uh … Daddy, please think of Mom? I ah … I kind of got married. My wife Melissa needs a place to stay too, and some money to pay her fines. Daddy, I know it’s a big deal, but can she …” I never had before, but I truly lost my temper with her. “Dammit, Daniella! You got MARRIED and didn’t tell me! And to a woman who’s in trouble with the law! What the FUCK were you thinking! WERE you even thinking? HOW THE HELL…” I struggled to be reasonable and shouted less as I finished. ...