MY BOYFRIEND'S FATHER: YES DADDY SERIES

A taxi pulled over, and a radiant smile lit up her face as she stepped out, framed by a sleek ponytail cascading over her shoulder, emphasizing her expressive eyes. She was a striking European beauty, carrying a cardboard box containing a PS5 console. Approaching the house, she moved with purpose and confidence.

"See you around, beauty," the driver's voice called out from the taxi.

Lucy didn't turn to respond. Instead, she hummed a tune, her attention fixed on the house ahead. As she neared a flower bed, she stretched out a slender arm, her nails pristine, and plucked a blooming rose. A small, satisfied smile played on her lips as she held the flower.

She reached the front door, her right fist clenched with the gift tucked under her left arm. Raising her fist, she knocked firmly. When no one answered, she pressed the doorbell and waited patiently. After a moment, growing impatient, she grasped the handle, twisting it open with a creak.

Peering inside, she saw the living room-an inviting space with well-arranged couches and sofas centered around a coffee table. On the wall, a family photo caught her eye.

"Mr. Andrew," she called softly, but there was no response. Stepping inside, she shut the door behind her quietly, her movements smooth-familiar with the space.

Her gaze wandered to the doorways ahead. One was slightly ajar. A deep, masculine groan emanated from the room, causing her to freeze in place.

Her brow furrowed. "Is that not Mr. Andrew's voice?" she murmured, curiosity piqued.

Cautiously, she tiptoed closer and peered inside.

Her eyes widened in shock. There, in the room, was Mr. Andrew. His mouth was slightly open, his boxer shorts pulled down to his ankles. His gaze was fixed on his phone, while his hand wrapped around his aroused penis, stroking rhythmically. muffled groans escaped his lips.

His bare chest was slick with sweat, muscles tense and relaxed as he moved. Beads of sweat traced down his face and rolled onto his abdomen, highlighting his chiseled abs. His Adam's apple bobbed with each breath.

Lucy's face flushed as she quickly retreated in panic.

"I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything," she muttered repeatedly, trying to convince herself she hadn't just witnessed her boyfriend's father masturbating.

Her heart raced as she nervously opened the opposite door, slipping inside. She dropped the PS5 console she had bought onto the bed.

A smile spread across her face as she whispered, "Happy birthday, my love."

Without hesitation, she turned and quietly left the room. Passing by the slightly ajar door, she hurried out of the house entirely.

Her expression was conflicted, her mind racing as her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

She gently patted her face and muttered, "Lucy, stop thinking about it. You didn't see anything... definitely not Mr. Andrew's naked body."

Frustration bubbled up as the vivid image of Mr. Andrew's well-defined muscles and strong physique lingered in her mind.

She swallowed hard, desperate to push the thoughts away.

Trying to distract herself, she pulled out her phone and called her boyfriend, Kelly.

After several unanswered calls, she flagged down a taxi and got in.

Thirty minutes later, the taxi pulled up in a quiet residential neighborhood. Lucy stepped out and approached a European-style bungalow, her mind still swirling with conflicting emotions.

She stood at the entrance and knocked. Soon, footsteps echoed behind the door, followed by a sharp snap and the creaking sound of it opening.

A teenage boy, about Lucy's age, stepped into view.

With a smile, Lucy greeted, "Hi, Jude."

Jude raised his hand, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "Hi, Lucy. Are you here for Kelly? He's not in. He left with some boys earlier..."

Lucy noticed the guilt flashing across Jude's face and suspicion crept in. She'd already suspected Kelly days ago after he failed to show up at their usual meeting spot.

Today was Kelly's birthday, and he'd lied, saying he was at home. But when Lucy went over, he wasn't there.

Narrowing her eyes, she asked, "Jude, is Kelly in or not?"

Jude gave a nervous smile. "He's not. You can try calling him."

Lucy hesitated for a moment, then turned to leave. Jude's tense expression relaxed - until she suddenly pushed past him.

"Hey, hey, Lucy! You can't go in!" Jude called out loudly.

Lucy's heart pounded wildly. Jude's reaction told her everything: something was very wrong.

This wasn't the first time she'd come to Jude's place. Usually, Kelly would bring her along whenever he wanted to see Jude.

Her face twisted in shock when she suddenly heard loud panting and heated voices filled with passionate confessions.

"Do you like the way I ride you, huh?"

"Yes, yes, Rose, ummh... fuck!"

"Lucy and I, who do you love?"

"It's you I love, Rose. Lucy is just a girl I'm with for her money."

Lucy froze, anger flushing her face, her eyes fierce and burning.

"Lucy, don't listen to their nonsense," Jude said quickly, trying to laugh it off. "They're just talking nonsense because they're having fun."

But Lucy's sharp glare and bloodshot eyes silenced him instantly.

Without a word, she turned and walked away without interrupting her boyfriend, who was in bed with her best friend Rose.

Jude followed, trying to explain, "Lucy, it's not what you think-"

Lucy paused at the door, then yelled, "I'm not blind, Jude. You're both disgusting. I hate you."

She slammed the door shut and burst into tears, rushing onto the street. Through her sobs, she hailed a taxi and climbed in, still weeping.

The taxi pulled over, and she hurriedly climbed inside.

"Are you alright, girl?" the driver asked as he peered into the rearview mirror, noticing Lucy sobbing and tears streaming down her face.

She looked away, tears still falling, her shoulders trembling. The driver shrugged, deciding it was best to mind his own business.

"Where to?" he asked, his tone casual.

Lucy's eyes suddenly hardened, a cold smile curling on her lips. She was ready to make him pay for his betrayal.

"Number 2 Holland Street," she said softly but with steel in her voice.

It was time for her to make him regret.

The taxi driver pulled over in front of the house Lucy had visited earlier. She stepped out of the car, her nerves evident in her tense posture.

Peering from the driver's seat, he asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Startled, Lucy quickly responded, "Yeah, yes, I'm fine."

Although the driver seemed unconvinced by her reaction-his look and facial expression suggested he was skeptical-he decided to keep his opinions to himself. "If you say so," he said softly before starting his engine and driving away, leaving Lucy alone.

She faced the house, eyebrows furrowed and nerves fluttering in her chest. Taking a deep breath, she inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying to steady herself. Under her breath, she muttered, "You can do it, Lucy. You've got this."

With a determined look on her face, she took deliberate steps toward the door, fists clenched tightly. As she drew closer, she paused before the door, gathering her courage.

Taking another deep breath to calm her racing heart, she whispered to herself, "I am beautiful. He won't be able to resist me."

She hesitated for a moment, raising her hand before dropping it back down. Then, reaching out, she hesitated again before pressing the doorbell, her arm hanging mid-air. After a moment of indecision, she retracted her hand.

Finally, she grasped the doorknob, turned it with a creak, and pushed the door open slowly.

Stepping inside cautiously, Lucy looked around the empty sitting room. Finding no one there, she felt her confidence grow. She moved purposefully toward the slightly ajar doorway to Mr. Andrew's bedroom.

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she closed and reopened her eyes, then pushed the door open and stepped inside.

From the bathroom came a cheerful singing voice: "I feel good, lalala, it's a good day, lalalala, I feel sweet, lalalala."

Hearing the song, Lucy's face changed-her expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. She hadn't expected Mr. Andrew, usually so busy and serious, to have such a playful side. Witnessing this playful, almost carefree moment, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes sparkled with wonder.

Suddenly, she turned around and bolted the door behind her. Anxiety took hold as she paced nervously, her mind racing. Without hesitation, she unclasped her clothes and peeled off her skirt, her heart pounding in her chest.

Left only wearing lacy panties, she had prepared all this to entice her boyfriend Kelly, but after she caught him cheating on her, that scum didn't deserve her.

The running shower stopped. Lucy panicked; her face turned pale. She clenched her fists tightly.

The bathroom door opened, and Mr. Andrew stepped into his bedroom. When his gaze locked onto Lucy, who was only wearing lacy panties, he froze. His face was creased with shock.

He quickly looked away in panic and asked, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Lucy trembled a little and replied in a flustered manner, "Mr. Andrew, I'm sorry to enter your room without permission, but I want to give you my virginity."

When Mr. Andrew heard this, his eyes widened in shock. He stared at Lucy in disbelief, wondering if he had heard right-his son's girlfriend wanted to have her first sexual experience with him?

Lucy immediately saw through his thoughts and explained anxiously, "Kelly broke up with me. He is now with Rose, my best friend. He doesn't love me; he loves Rose. So?"

When Lucy saw that Mr. Andrew was pondering her words, she took cautious steps toward him while still explaining tensely, "Mr. Andrew, you haven't been with a woman for years, and I also saw you jerking off. Let me help you. I'm not asking for commitment; I just feel pity."

Mr. Andrew gave her an askance look. "Do you know what you are doing? Have you thought this through thoroughly?"

"Yes, I'm not going to regret my decision," Lucy said decisively.

Her gaze fell on the bulge in his towel. She swallowed and went down on her knees. When she saw that Mr. Andrew didn't rebuke her, she became bolder and untied the towel around his waist. Seeing his hard cock spring to life, Lucy gasped. It was so big-bigger than her boyfriend's.

Mr. Andrew's corner of his lips twitched as he witnessed Lucy admiring his hard cock. His gaze became heated the moment she wrapped her palm around it and started stroking.

His Adam's apple rolled as he gulped down the pleasure from the slow handjob.

"Faster!" he urged her, eyes tightly closed, clutching the table as he leaned back.

But suddenly, his expression changed drastically when he felt warmth around his cock. His eyes snapped open as he saw Lucy bobbing on him.

"Umh..." he moaned from the intense pleasure.

Reaching out with his right arm, he grabbed Lucy's ponytail and started thrusting into her mouth.

Watching his hard cock go in and out of her mouth, covered in her saliva which dribbled down the corner of her lips, Mr. Andrew's thrusts became frantic. He kept hitting her throat while groaning in excitement, muscles tightening as his climax built.

Lucy's eyes turned red, tears falling from the corners, which only intensified his pleasure.

"Umh... oohh... aaahh!" Mr. Andrew moaned as he emptied himself inside her mouth.

Lucy looked into his eyes and swallowed with a smile. Mr. Andrew patted her face and said, "You're a bad girl, aren't you?"

Lucy nodded and replied, "Can you make this bad girl scream your name?"

After hearing her request, his limp cock regained its erection. Smiling with eyes full of heat, he said, "If you wish."

Lucy stood up, unclasped her bra, and let it fall. Two pairs of rounded breasts with reddish, rosy nipples were revealed.

Mr. Andrew's heated gaze wandered over her body as he swallowed hard once again.

Lucy grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, revealing her cleanly shaved pussy and fair legs. Mr. Andrew completely lost control of himself.

Back at Jude's place, after seeing Rose off in a taxi, Jude turned to Kelly with a serious look.

"You know, Lucy came by," Jude said, voice low. "She caught both of you-fucking each other-and she heard everything you said. And while she was there, she listened to all your words. You really are a talker."

Kelly leaned back, unconcerned, a smirk on his face. "You can't blame me, man. Rose is the sweetest girl I've ever known."

Jude raised an eyebrow. "What about Lucy?"

Kelly shrugged casually, confidence in his voice. "She'll come around in a few days. She can't stay away for long."

Two days later, there was a knock at the door. Kelly, hearing the sound, creaked it open to find Lucy standing outside. When he saw who was knocking, his face immediately hardened with a haughty expression, and he questioned arrogantly, "What the hell are you doing here after blocking my number?"

Lucy replied calmly, "Is your dad in?"

Kelly stared at her in disbelief. His lips twitched as he realized Lucy was unnervingly calm-too calm, which made him feel uneasy. He crossed his arms aggressively and sneered, "You now realize your mistake. Trying to get my dad to talk to me won't make me forgive you easily. You'll have to buy a new phone, then some movie tickets, and maybe then I'll consider forgiving you."

Having made his outrageous demands, he lifted his chin proudly like a peacock.

Lucy looked at him with disgust. She thought she must really be out of her mind to have fallen for Kelly. It made her feel sick that she often went along with his ridiculous tantrums and requests just to keep the peace.

Without saying a word, she took a step forward and walked past him, ignoring his shocked face. Kelly snapped, "Lucy, if you dare involve my dad, I'll never forgive you. And I'm breaking up with you-you'll never be my girlfriend."

Finished speaking, he turned and strode into his room with an air of arrogance, locking the door behind him.

He muttered to himself with a smirk, "She'll come and beg. Hehehe." This tactic had always worked before-whenever he threatened to break up with Lucy, she'd usually do whatever he demanded to avoid losing him.

He sat on his bed, waiting patiently for her to knock or for the doorknob to turn. But neither happened. After three minutes, he glanced at his watch and realized Lucy hadn't come. Usually, she'd be running after him, begging.

Annoyed, Kelly stood up to check on her. But as he approached the door, he hesitated.

"I'm getting too impatient," he muttered. With a confident sneer, he added, "I'll make her regret wasting my time. I'll ask her to get me more stuff."

He rubbed his palms together in anticipation and sat back down on the bed. But after five minutes, something felt off. He got up again, this time more cautiously, to see what was going on.

Kelly hesitated at the door, hearing laughter from his dad's room. Suddenly, he overheard his father's voice, which sounded unusually affectionate.

"Babe, I bought the movie tickets. Since you're here, let's go and watch it together," his father said warmly.

His eyes widened in disbelief, and his mouth fell open as Lucy responded, "Alright, baby, let's go together."

Kelly's mind raced. Doubt crept in. That can't be Lucy's voice, right? And she's calling my dad "baby"? he wondered.

Despite his internal struggle, his legs moved of their own accord. Before he knew it, he was standing at the door.

His face flushed with embarrassment. He hesitated, uncertain whether to open it or not. Suddenly, the door creaked open.

What he saw made his jaw drop. His father, Mr. Andrew, and Lucy emerged from his room, arm in arm. Lucy leaned comfortably against him, as if they were a couple in love.

Kelly's eyes widened in shock, and his mouth parted in disbelief.

"Kelly, since you're here, I'm going out with my girlfriend," Mr. Andrew said with a smile, patting Kelly's shoulder. "Take care of the house while I'm gone." Then, he and Lucy left, stepping out the door.

Kelly stood frozen, stunned. He watched as they drove away, the car disappearing down the street.

He raised his hands and rubbed his eyes, pinching himself as if to confirm he wasn't dreaming. The reality was hard to accept.

His face remained clouded with doubt. Driven by a mix of shock and anger, he rushed outside, chasing after the departing car.

"Dad!" he yelled, desperation in his voice, but the car didn't stop.

He kept shouting, "Dad!"

Desperate, he broke into a sprint, trying to catch up, but the car sped ahead, vanishing around the corner.

Breathless, sweat pouring down his face, Kelly finally slowed to a stop. Frustration and fury flooded him.

He kicked an electric pole beside the road, grimacing as pain shot through his foot.

"Ouch!" he cried out, wincing. His eyes filled with bloodshot rage as he watched the car turn down another street.

With clenched fists, he cursed under his breath, "Fuck!"

Turning around, he went back inside the house, changed clothes, locked the front door, and then took a taxi directly to Jude's house.

After he had recounted what had happened at his home to Jude, they sat inside Jude's room. Jude stared at him with his mouth hanging open, unable to say a word for an entire three minutes.

His silence irritated Kelly, who impatiently rebuked him, "What's with the wide mouth and dumbfounded look? Say something, dude. Are you just going to stare at me all day?"

Jude snapped out of his shock and apologized. "Sorry, but... is what you're saying really true?"

Kelly, looking embarrassed, retorted, "Do you think I'd come here and make up such lies? I couldn't believe it myself either. But it really happened - Lucy called my dad 'baby,' and my dad addressed her as his girlfriend."

Frustrated, Kelly pulled at his hair, got up, and paced around the room. He walked over to the window and said, "I'm going crazy."

Jude then suggested, "Maybe they're not really a couple. Maybe your dad is upset with you for cheating on a good girl like Lucy, and he's trying to make you jealous by coming up with this plan?"

Hearing this, Kelly's eyes lit up. He nodded in realization, laughed, and gave Jude a thumb-up, praising him. "Man, you're a genius. I never thought of that."

But then Jude suddenly asked, "What if they really are dating? What are you going to do then?"