My name is Patrick. I am a fifty year old middle management employee for a major retail chain. I have been with the company for the last thirty years. My job requires a lot of traveling, most of which is on demand, not scheduled.
I am single, having divorced my second (and last!) wife almost ten years ago. We get along better now that we are apart. I think we still love each other; we just can't live together.
My son, Don lives about ten miles from me. We have always been fairly close. We play golf together whenever we can get together. I even let him beat me once in a while.
Five years ago when Don was 30, he got the seven year itch. He decided that he could no longer live with his wife of the past seven years. I was not upset that he had decided to divorce. His wife and I were not fond of each other. She did everything in her power to keep Don from attending any family functions that we had. She refused to accompany Don if he came to visit. So I was glad to see her go!
To save expenses during his divorce, I allowed Don to move in with me. I was traveling most of the time so he was not a burden.
During the divorce negotiations, Don was not celibate. No, in fact he was nailing most of his working associates. He was smart enough to start backing away from the people that he worked for and with when he saw the conflicts his fucking around was causing.
He began stopping on his way home at a gentleman's club that was fairly close to the house. It was an upscale titty bar that even I had frequented on occasion.
The next thing I knew, he was bringing a string of strippers to the house and fucking them stupid. When I was in town, he would introduce me to the one he was with that night. There were some very beautiful women that he bedded during that time. Most I only saw once or twice.
Then he brought Mandy home. Mandy was a pretty girl. At eighteen, she was tall with a slim build. Her tits were small but her nipples went on for miles! Mandy never wore a bra and her headlights were always shining on high beam. Her hair was a coppery red and hung below the middle of her back. She had decorated her skin with several tattoos. They were tastefully done and were appropriate for her line of work.
The procession of strippers slowed. Mandy occupied every fourth night... every third night... every other night and finally she was the only one that I saw.
Mandy was always nice to me. She began calling me Daddy. She would always give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek saying 'Hi, Daddy' or 'Bye, Daddy' as she came and left the house with Don.
She was a screamer when they were fucking. The volume would steadily increase as their coupling progressed. My room was on the opposite end of the house from Don's room. Even with doors closed, I could hear her over the sound of my television as I tried to watch in my room.
As with most strippers, Mandy came with her set of problems. She was married. Her husband was an under employed mechanic who lived for drugs. Her descriptions had him high ninety percent of the time. This meant that she was a druggie too. To her credit, she fought to kick the addiction, but always slipped back when she was with her husband.
Don was good for her. She left her husband and moved into an apartment. In spite of her profession she got sober and stayed sober for a couple of months. Then her husband came back crying to her professing his love and need for her. She believed him when he said that he had changed. She went back to him. Within a week she was hooked on the drugs again.
Don, even though she broke his heart, continued to see her at the club and bring her home for their fuck sessions. After a couple of weeks she agreed to move back to her apartment and sobered up. This cycle was repeated many times during the period of Don's divorce proceedings and even after the divorce was finalized.
About six months after his divorce was finalized, Don let it slip to me that he had been paying for Mandy's apartment since she first moved away from her husband. He had also bought her a car and provided the insurance.
I was livid. He had been living in my house for eighteen months so that he could 'save money'. For the last year the money that he saved was paying for her apartment and her upkeep.
I told him to get out of the house. I was not going to let him take advantage of me and disrespect me any longer. "Get your own apartment or move in with your whore! I don't care. Just be gone when I come home tomorrow night!"
After I calmed down, I was sorry that I had blown up at Don. He was just young, dumb, full of cum AND IN LOVE!
The next day Don moved in with Mandy. Six months later a baby was on the way. The next week they were married. My granddaughter, Alex was born and luckily was healthy. There were no complications from Mandy's earlier drug use.
Mandy and I got along pretty well. She always called me Daddy and was quick with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. But there was something that bugged me about her. I tried not to let her background influence my feelings for her, but in the back of my mind I did not trust her.
Don had kept his key to my house. He, Mandy and Alex were always welcome to come over and use the pool in my backyard even when I was not at home.
One week in June, I was called to go to Salt Lake City to handle some problems. As I always did before leaving town, I called Don to let him know where I was going to be and that I anticipated to be there for the entire week. I left Monday afternoon. Upon my arrival in Salt Lake City, I found that the problems were minor and easily resolved. I was on my way home Tuesday morning.
I got home from the airport around 1:00. I went into my bedroom and unpacked. As I finished unpacking, I happened to look out my bedroom window into the backyard. There on a towel by the pool was Mandy. She was naked on her back, legs spread wide. Between her legs was her ex-husband, munching away at her hairy snatch.
I watched as he ate her cunt. She was hunching her pussy into his mouth as he thrust his tongue into her dripping hole. I heard her screaming as her orgasm hit. Finally he pulled himself up onto her and rammed his long dick into her frothing chasm. She arched her back as she thrust up to meet his plunging cock. They rutted like this for several minutes and finally both had body draining orgasms. They lay heaped together trying to catch their breaths.
I took this opportunity to go out my bedroom door onto the patio. They heard the door open and turned toward me. The ex was up and running naked out the gate before I had covered three feet toward them.
Mandy started crying and cussing. "Oh shit. Oh fuck. Daddy, you are not supposed to be home. Oh, god... please do not tell Don. Please, I will do anything..."
