A Fathers Love – Chapter 01 – Intro

It was late in the afternoon when Amanda pulled into the drive, from picking our two girls up from school. She was usually prompt, and this tardiness led to my curiosity. I looked at my watch as the three piled in the front door, trying to hush their giggles.

“Little late this evening, aren’t we ladies?” I asked trying not to smile.

“Sorry babe, me and the girls had to have a little woman talk, that’s all.”

As the words left her sweet lips they were immediately placed on mine for a little more than sweet kiss. Playfully I swatted her on the rear and told her I’d let it slide this time, but next time I might not be so lenient.

“Yes sir.” She replied, giving me a devilish grin. She always knew just how to push my buttons.

You see, the irony is that I am older than her, not a lot, but enough. I started seeing Amanda when I was 26; the thing is she was only 15 at the time. The details of how we actually met are for another story, just not this one. Short of it is I’ve always had a thing for younger girls, and she just happened to like older men. We saw each other for a while, without her parents knowing of course, for about a year, and on her 16th birthday, she asked me for a present that I, being so in love with her, couldn’t deny her. So, 9 months later Beth was born. Her parent’s were aware something was up about 3 months in as Amanda started to show, and well, we had to come clean. Seems her parents were more forgiving than I thought. Turns out that Amanda’s Father was 9 years her Mother’s senior when Amanda was conceived. It seemed that liking older men ran in her family. So, before Beth’s birth, we were married by the local justice of the peace, and began our life together.

I made sure Amanda finished school. She always joked, saying I was harder on her than her own father was, and anytime I told her she needed to do something she always replied “Yes, Daddy.” with just the right amount of sarcasm and sincerity in her voice to turn me on quicker that gasoline on a fire. We both enjoyed the age difference and what it meant to our sex life. Make no mistake about it I loved her more than life itself, she was no sex toy by any means, it’s just that we shared a mutual enjoyment for each other’s body, as well as everything else. A few years later our second little girl, Crystal, was born. Seeing as how I had a good job and had been with the company long enough I decided a transfer was in order, to a quieter location, closer to an upscale private all girl’s school, and settled in, happy as could be.

As the years passed my Amanda stayed as beautiful to me as the day I met her. Our little girls, fastly becoming little women had taken after their mother, both with sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and just a slight trace of freckles. My love for younger girls led me to taking in longer glances of my girls when ever the chance afforded. I loved my wife, and our sex life was as wonderful as it had ever been, but the sight of young, teenage flesh drove me crazy, even if it was my own daughters. Add to this equation the fact that I did send my girls to an all girl school, and yes they wore uniforms. This paired with the looks of their mother sent my cock raging almost anytime they were near. My wife enjoyed the benefits of these “fantasies” and I was grateful she was more than willing to oblige, although I dare never mention to her my thoughts.

Now, back to where I started.