Fucking your dad?
When I first met my father I was on the verge of being 16, my birthday was coming up in a few weeks and pretty soon Id invite all of my friends to a sweet 16 party. Beforehand, I want to inform everyone that my mother was a gold-digging whore who managed to get my assumed father into the sack and convince him I was his; and I truly was and always will be. My biological father however, he was the one I met His name is Maxwell Elise but everyone calls him Max. I noticed him staring at me at the airport, and I noticed him at a lot of parties that my mother held and galas tooyou may ask why I didnt report him if he was following me, but Im twisted I guess. I manage to manipulate things into a neat perspective to my liking. He was like an angel who managed to sweet-talk his way out of hell with his look; the voluptuous demon in my nightmares, in short, he was my own private stalker who I could smile at. It was like some mutual thing Im not exactly the normal girl who anyone would say hi to; Im like a tomboy, tight jeans, leather jackets, smokesthe whole package, but I clean up pretty nice. I wasnt surprised when my mother claimed I was too embarrassing and shipped me off to Seoul and I met Max. I wasnt surprised to see him at the airport but I was surprised to see him actually approach me. The tour guide I hired to drive me to the hotel I was staying at thought I was the main attraction and Max was the heroic type who broke his finger. Too make this long story short, I gave him my number and we kept in touch ignoring our age difference and we hung out not made out. Then I found out he was my father when my mother/bitch decided to pay me a visit. When I was only 17 I was already in an agonizing custody battle between my parents because I was still a minor and Max was my biological father who had no parental rights or consents in my upbringing and my mother was just a bitch so I decided to live with Maxwell. I thought that maybe I could like, enjoy my life with getting to know the man who shouldve been my father, but I never considered the fact I thought he was hot and HOT. The years havent been so much oppressing and wrong as they were just awkward. What was life supposed to be like? Were we supposed to just act like nothing happened and pretend? Maxwell thought we were until I got pissed and gave a lecture I said that I couldnt just set the table and act as if we were all smiles, because when things are bad like that and no one says anything the bad things get worst and you die a little each day. Were more like roommates than family. But lately Ive been getting these disturbing thoughts about him; I saw him come out of the shower once (with his boxers on) and then he put on a shirt and he looked so HOT. I thought of what it would be like if he did naughty things to me. I know its wrong but exactly what am I supposed to do? Hes my father but hes not really my father Did I mention I was still a virgin? Is this why? ——————– .Virgin.