Episode 8: FATHER KNOWS BEaST

Joe Palmer was too old for the shenanigans that his son Damian was expecting. Not that during his younger days he wasn’t young, dumb, and full of cum himself, but at 52 he was a little more settled down in his behavior. Of course, losing your wife to cancer a few years back hit home and put Joe into a state of flux. Raising two teenage boys was his sole purpose suddenly, so any thoughts on dating someone new was out of the picture. He made a promise to his wife Sharon that he wouldn’t go out of his way until the boys were grown and on their own. Damian was now a man and enlisted in the Army, so he was his own person. Their youngest Kevin graduating at the end of the year was a guiding light. Yes, he was fucking lonely. The thing was, that promise was not quite fulfilled until Kevin had that diploma. He knew Sharon would cut him some slack, but a promise was a promise. Until now!

“This is fucking stupid.” Joe sat in his truck out front of his eldest son’s home on Scenery Street sipping coffee. “Some strange car in the drive doesn’t help.” Doug Ramsey’s convertible Charger had been there all night long. “I know Kev told me about this guy, but it’s still wrong that she’s letting guys spend the night with her. Damian? I love you boy but you’re only killing a good marriage here. Candace is a beautiful girl, once she gets a taste of what life could have been without you, she’s going to divorce your ass.” A sigh over his thermos he capped it.

Rethinking that last thought he fidgeted his lips. “She does worship his ass, so maybe not. Watching all of that video Damian forwarded to me by email, she was making darn certain Damian knew this was all for him. I just don’t get your motives son. This can’t just be beat off material. Try Pornhub like I do, not Pornhubby. I give up trying to figure you out D. I just wish you hadn’t allowed Kev to start fucking her. Even worse, you’re encouraging me to. I don’t know that I can. Your mother might strike me down from Heaven if I indulge. Not to say seeing Candi in a bikini hasn’t charmed my drawers a few times over the last two years but that’s just eye candy really. Watching her being fucked was pretty darn hot though.” What to do, what to do!

“I’m here to mow her yard, but darn it, Damian wanted me to have a talk with her and make it look as if I’m punishing her for doing this. His idea of making her panic is childish. Not just that, but it makes me look like a bully. Scolding her and trying not to look fake about it is going to tug at my heart. She’s such a sweet kid, if I make her cry, I’m going to lose sleep for a few weeks. Do I even want to go in there and bust her in bed with another guy? I ... hold up! That Doug must be leaving.”

Stepping out the front door on his own Doug Ramsey didn’t immediately notice Joe parked out front. Using his car start Doug fired up the engine before stopping on the deck to tie his shoe. It was then he looked up and spotted Joe looking his way. “Oh, crap! Who is this now?” Doug swallowed dryly and stood up. Walking slowly toward his car he realized Joe had left his truck. Pausing at his car door he took a deep breath and greeted Joe. “Morning!”

“It is!” Joe spoke without a smile. “Don’t stress out, I already know you’re tapping my daughter-in-law.”

“I bet you’re Damian and Kevin’s dad. Oh, hey! I’m Doug.”

“So, I hear! Listen, before you go and think I’m a bear I know you’re just helping my son out. I’m not exactly proud of my boys but who am I to tell the married couple what to do. Hell, forbidding Kevin from sleeping with Candi wouldn’t go over well either. I’m not here to tell you to stop, but just know I’m not in favor of all of this bullshit.”

“It must be hard. Listen, Joe, right?” A confirmation nod he continued, “I know my word means nothing considering you don’t know me, but I swear to you I’ll keep Candace safe. She’s kind of helping me get over my own love life shambles. I won’t bore you over my life, all I can offer is that I care about Candi’s well-being. I’m not looking to try and steal her from Damian. She’s so in love with your son that I can almost guarantee there’s no chance in hell of any guy taking her away from him.”

“Let’s hope that’s the case, Douglas. Where are you off to?”

“Well, I was going to go buy breakfast for us. I’ll be honest she invited me to stay last night and tonight. I can skip that if it bothers you. I will respect you, Sir.”

“My boys’ used to. I think I might kill that offer. Damian wanted me to take her shopping in St. Louis. Retired military myself so, all I have left to do is play dad. Spend all the time you want with her if she’s offering, but I think I need to have a talk with her myself.”

“I totally understand.”

“Here!” Joe took out his wallet and pulled out a ten-dollar bill. “Buy yourself breakfast at Mickey D’s! On me!”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“No, I don’t. But I am. Just give me some space with her. You can call or text her later in the day. I’ll tell her that I sent you away on conditions.”

“Okay! Well, it was nice meeting you, Sir.”

“Joe! Sir was in the military.”

“Cool! Have a good day, Joe.” He wagged the currency at its former owner, “Thanks for breakfast.”

“All good!” Joe patted Doug on the arm. “Keep your word.”

“Definitely! You can count on me.”

“Fair enough!” Turning away, Joe went on indoors and Doug backed out of the driveway. Waiting to close the front door until he had gone Joe opted to leave it wide open instead. Beautiful day, cool breeze, the old house needed a breather. Hearing water running upstairs Joe sighed, “Wash his stank off.” He then walked into the kitchen and began brewing a pot of fresh coffee in order to give Candi time to clean up. With the water ceasing he had a pretty good guess that she was taking a bath rather than a shower. Coffee on, he poured a cup and moved to the dining room. “Look at this mess.”

Strewn out all over the table and the chairs around it were her butchered clothes. “Ruining perfectly good jeans, I swear.” He lifted two different pairs of booty cut denims and eyed the inseam. “No hiding anything behind here that’s for sure. Inseam is going to ride right up there.” Sad, he was getting aroused at just examining the clothing. Concert t-shirts were cropped high and a few of them had the sides carved out clear down the ribcage area to look like a muscle shirt.

“I wonder if D told her no underwear. If she doesn’t the whole town is going to get an eye full. Good thing most of the people living in Pleasant Meadow have a fairly open mind. There’s always going to be an objection or ten, but I’d educate a guess that most, hell, all of the guys in town will be just fine seeing her strut her stuff. Their lady friends not so much, bound to be some jealousy. Even worse than these, Kev mentioned they ordered a bunch of those micro bikinis for her. I’ve seen Twitter models wear those. Sexy, but there’s no mistaking what’s barely hidden. She wears those around town she might as well just go streaking.” Mulling that over in his mind he shook his head grinning. “Candi! Candi! Candi!” It was a pretty riveting vision. “How do I approach this?”

As if reading his mind, he received a call. “Damn D! Do you ever sleep? It has to be 6:00 PM in Iraq.” 10:00 AM in Missouri! “Yeah?” He answered.

“Hey Pop! Have you had a chance to talk to Candi yet?”

“Sitting in your dining room looking at booty shorts. Her boy toy Doug just left. I think she’s taking a bubble bath right now. I hear music too so it’s likely she can’t hear me down here.”

“Good! Dad, I know I’m asking a lot of you and Kev. This is just something I really need. I can’t explain it, but it is. I’m beyond bored over here and I’m going crazy.”

“I can tell.” He chuckled. “Anyone in his right mind wouldn’t risk a hot young faithful wife like Candace. Crazy doesn’t even come close to it. Look D, I’m not interfering if this is what you and Candace truly want, but just know I’m not exactly comfortable about any of this. When she comes down, I’ll sit and chat with her but...”

“Scold her dad. Call her a slut. I need her to feel like one fulltime.”

“So, what? You expect me to treat her like Kevin did in that one video?”

“Absolutely! Make her your bitch, Pop.”

“I’m not the one married to her. Do you have any idea what your mother would say if she could?”

“My life! God rest her soul, but mom is gone, Pop. We have to live the way we want. I do, Kev does, so do you. It’s time you got back out there old man.”

“When I’m ready. By out there should not include my tapping my son’s wife.”

“Permission granted! Come on Pop, Kev told me how much a few of his teachers look at you when you go to his games or school functions. Hit ‘em while they’re hot.”

“Yeah, that Yolanda Bloom has a nice rack if I remember right. Maybe.”

“Right! I’d titty fuck her. Truth is that a few guys I know has hit that busty bitch.” Damian chuckled. “She’s a freaking MILF. Wait! No kids, skip that. Have you seen Raine Gomez, the girls’ coach? Kev sent me a pic of her when he found her sunbathing out by the lake. She even posed for him.”

“How am I just hearing about her?”

“Text Kev at school and have him send you, her pics.”

“Pics? As in more than one?”

“Oh, yeah! Ask about Colleen Porter too. She’s another busty blonde with a dark ass tan. Teaches 8th grade at the middle school but she steps it up as a substitute at the high school when she’s needed. History teacher! She likes her barely legal boys.” He laughed. “Cougar! 30, I think!”

“Then why would she want an old fart like me?”

“Worth a shot. Maybe use Kev as bait.”

“Yeah, I’m not going there. The music upstairs just shut off. I hear water draining. Are you hanging there in with me or getting some rest?”

“I’ll hang until I say hi to her. I’ve been trying to keep in better contact since we started all of this. Trying to show my support.”

“Some support!”

“I know! I know! Just work with me, Pop. Don’t be shy around her either. Use those holes if you want.”

“I don’t know about going that far D. Hand job, maybe! I don’t want Candi to feel I’m abusing her.”

“I thought I heard your voice down here.” Joe looked up at the second-floor landing from his seat at the dining table to see Candi wrapped in white towel. “Did you meet Doug?” Her journey down seemed slightly shy, but she knew he had seen her in less wearing a bikini. Rounding the bottom banister, she shuffled up and gave Joe a big hug from behind. “Who are you talking to?” In response Joe put his cell on speaker.

“Your master you sexy ass cunt.”

“DAMIAN? Hi, Baby! Why didn’t you call me?”

“Because I’m trying to calm dad down.”

“Oh!” Her eyes flared up and she stepped back feeling Joe tense up under her folded arms about his neck. “Are you mad at me, Joe?”

“Not exactly happy!” He sneered at her over his shoulder. “Is there a good reason why you’re letting random guys sleep in my son’s bed?”

“You did meet Doug.”

“I sent his ass home. What you do when I’m gone is your business, but I’m not happy over any of this crap between you and D.”

“Relax Pop! She’s only doing what I order her to. She’s obedient.” It felt strange to hear her husband say that, but also rather fulfilling. Taking a seat to Joe’s left she held her towel tightly, knees closed.

“You relax! I’m the one here trying to keep you idiots married.” Candi hated being called an idiot. Maybe she was.

“I’ll never ever leave, Damian.” She pouted. “We’re soulmates.”

“Right! I love you, Candace Marie. Forever and ever! Just obey my ass.”

“Yes, Baby! I will.”

“So, you expect me to take the wife here shopping in St. Louis? Why? She’s chopping up her entire wardrobe. I’m not buying her nice clothes just to have them shredded.”

“You’re taking me to St. Louis?” Candi brightened up. “Wait! Why Damian? Dad is right, you wanted me in next to nothing outfits. I don’t want to waste Joe’s money on things. It’s not right, Baby.”

“I looked up some places that sell extreme fashion. Revealing clothes like colored net shirts, micro dresses etc. I’ll email you a few options I saw on sites to look for. Dad can buy what he thinks you look sexy in; you can dip into our savings for a few items too. Buy plenty of toys too. Dad? Look into a fucking machine for our bedroom.”

“Whoa!” She smiled vividly, “I’ve seen those. Do I really need one though?”

“I say you do. Sex swing out on the front porch too.” She actually blushed toward Joe. “Start sunbathing nude out back. I want zero tan lines. IS THAT CLEAR?”

“Yes, Baby! Maybe Joe can lotion me up.” At least she tried, winking at him. Zero expression Joe closed his eyes to the world. In hiding himself Candi dared to lean left and look at Joe’s crotch. Awful big swell there, Joe. Eyes unable to blink she bit her lower lip. “That is if he wants to.”

“Dad touches you wherever he wants. If you tell him no, I’ll punish your ass.”

“Punish me? Why? I intend to do anything you want of me.”

“Dad said you just got out of the tub. Are you dressed?”

“Just a towel.”

“Take it off. From this day forward dad sees you naked. He drops by you get undressed. Understood?”

“Yes.” She stood up from her dining chair and waited until Joe took the risk of opening his eyes. “I hope you like what you see Joe.” Towel undone she whipped it open and dropped it to the floor. “I just shaved my bikini area bald.” Slick as a whistle! Joe swallowed dryly over her perfection. “Sorry my butt is a little rosy. I’ve been spanked a lot lately.”

“How does she look, Pop?”

“You fucking know damn well how she looks. I’ve never once seen her looking shabby.”

“Well, I did wear frumpy clothes a lot until Damian wanted me to stop doing that. So, technically you have seen me at my worst. Baggy sweats aren’t very appealing.”

“Candace Marie? From this day forward if dad wants a piece of ass, you give it to him. Passion even.”

“Is that alright with you, Joe? I don’t want you to hate me.”

“I could never hate you. We’ll see!”

“I need to see that now. I have to know she’s obeying this, Pop. Let her give you and hand job at least. BEG FOR IT BITCH!” She dropped to her knees beside his dining chair and palmed her hands as if praying.

“Please Joe! Let me make you happy.”

“Jesus! D this is getting out of ... hand. Fuck it! Living room couch. Get your ass up.” She jumped to her feet and reached to take his hand. Following her lead with his cell remaining on speaker he plopped down dead center on the sofa. Moving her coffee table back to give herself room she knelt down and looked up at Joe with puppy dog eyes.

“I adore you, Daddy Joe.”

“You can do what you need to.” He sat his cell on the cushion next to him.

“I’m undoing his pants now, Baby.” The jingle of a buckle heard Damian smirked on his end of the world.

“That’s my whore!” Hearing his praise Candi hurried to untether Joe’s belt then his jeans. Zipping it down she found tighty-whities beneath. Too tight to work around with Joe having an enormous nine-inch cock, she bulged her eyes at it.

“Now I know who Damian takes after. All of the Palmer’s have huge dicks.” She rolled her hand over his impression. Joe had to close his eyelids again at the sensation. “Joe? I need to take your pants and underwear off to accomplish this.” She set out removing his shoes and socks. Ready she stretched to his hips and tugged the jeans. “Lift up for me, Daddy Joe.” Groaning over this stupidity Joe Palmer did.

Pulling his jeans off she sat them on the other side of his hip. “Going for the Fruit of the Looms.” Reaching for his waistband Joe again lifted to allow her to yank them over his cheeks. That monstrous nine flopped out in front of her face and she squealed simply for effect. Joe had to smirk over it as her eyes refused to leave his penis even during the underwear removal. Tossed aside with his pants her hands gently rubbed over his thighs in hopes to relax him. “I can give you a nice massage later if you want.”