[F4M] Daddy’s Home and Wants to Play
For years, it had been just me and my mom. Sure, I understood that I had a father- everyone had a dad, and I even had a few vague and faded memories of the man. As far as I knew he and my mom were even still married, since she never went back to using her maiden name. But my mom never talked about him, so over the years he had sort of… ceased to exist to me. Out of sight, out of mind and all that.
So, it came as a shock when I came home one day to find an unfamiliar man in my house, claiming to be my father. He apologized for missing so many years, but he promised to make up for lost time and be the man I needed.
I didn’t know how to take it- I’d never NEEDED a father before, and even if I did… surely the attention he paid me was a little too intense, even for a protective father. After all, I’d never heard any of my friends mention kisses that brushed dangerously close to their lips, or hugs that lingered far too long with hands that took far too many liberties. It was up to me to enforce boundaries and show my father that I didn’t need his special brand of ‘affection.’
Easier said than done.