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My foster mom, Jackie, hadn't even given me time to finish the cake that my

foster dad, Ryan, had gotten me for my 18th birthday before breaking the news

that I had to find a new place to live.

List of apartments for rent.

While I couldn't wait to get away from Jackie, the thought of leaving Ryan

depressed me. He deserved someone better than Jackie.

He deserved someone like me.

A few days later, I still hadn't found an apartment.

I had been completely sidetracked by a story on dilffantasies .com about a

foster dad and his two foster daughters.

What can I say?

I was a horny 18 -year -old.

Sorry, the door's unlocked.

It's okay.

Sorry, you should grab me my toothbrush.

I have a discipline today, so... Listen, I'm guessing you're not

hiding away in here looking up apartments.

Yeah, not really.

Porn can be very bad for you, Jane. It can be addictive.

I'm not watching porn.

I'm reading fan fiction.

Okay. Well, don't let Jackie know about your little fan fiction obsession, okay?

She wants you out of here as soon as possible.

Am I that much of a burden?

No, not at all.

She's uncomfortable with... You know what? Never mind.

What?

With how close we are.

Listen, if it was up to me, you'd stay here forever.

Really?

Okay, bye.

Bye.

God, I liked him so much.

And clearly I hadn't hit it very well with Jackie trying to get me out ASAP.

But... If I didn't get to act on my attraction to Ryan, I was still going to

fantasize with the help of a little smut.

My sister Gia thought our former foster dad loved her more.

But that's only because I'd kept our relationship a secret from her.

Whenever his wife Katie was away, he'd always invite me to come over and watch

romantic movies with him.

It always felt like a date, but he never made a move.

Rub my shoulders. They hurt.

Harder.

Gosh,

you're tight.

I'm stressed.

You're too young for stress.

Well, it's your fault.

My fault?

Yeah.

How do I cause you stress?

By liking Gia better than me.

What are you talking about?

I like you and your sister both the same.

That is such crap. Nobody ever likes two people the same.

Well, I do.

Well, what if you had to choose between one of us? Which one would you pick?

But I wouldn't.

Well, come on. Just play with me a little bit.

I bet that you would choose me.

Why do you say that?

Because I make you feel things that she can't.

Petra. Oh, come on, Daddy.

Don't call me Daddy.

Why? You got harder when I said it.

Just tell me that you want me more and I'll stop.

Come on, say it.

What if I don't want you to stop?

Remember you picked these out for me?

Just rub it like that. I love that.

Just rub them like that.

Oh, sorry.

Something's wrong.

Mmm.

Play with my pussy?

If I could have such luck with Ryan, it would be the best sex of his life.

But part of me wondered if these stories were even true.

Until one afternoon, as I was packing up to move into my new apartment, I

stumbled across another story.

This one featured the same foster dad, Mark, but it was written by his other

foster daughter, Gia.

And it was called, My Dad, Your Dad.

Apparently, Gia was... furious when she found out that Mark had fucked her

sister. Gia always thought that she was the special one in Mark's life,

especially after they shared a kiss at a family picnic the year before.

Something Petra never knew about.

I didn't know you'd be visiting today.

What, so Petra can stop by whenever she wants, but I have to make an

appointment? What are you talking about?

She told me all about your little movie hangout. What about it? You fucked her.

We did not.

She couldn't stop bragging about how she got you first. That you're her daddy

and not my daddy. Gee, I swear she made it up. You know how she likes attention.

She better have made it up.

I thought that when we shared that kiss that I was the special one. You are.

You told me that we couldn't go all the way because you weren't that kind of

guy. That's true.

Then if you fucked her, you're a liar.

I didn't. I would never, ever cross that line.

You swear?

Hand to God.

Then prove it. How can I do that? She told me exactly what your dick looks

how big it is, and how thick.

What? So the only way that you can prove to me that she's lying is if you show

me. I'm not going to do that.

I can't believe you slept with her. I didn't.

Then pull it out.

Look. If I was ever gonna fuck one of my foster children, it would be you, okay?

She's never seen my cock.

I can't believe you until you show me. Pull it out.

Well? You have to make it hard.

You just grabbed it while it was hard.

You know how fucked up this is, right?

Just make it hard.

Okay, so even though Mar -

Yeah,

we can't do this.

Shut up, your dick's already hard.

Yeah.

Yeah. Look at that.

Yes.

I like it.

Yeah.

Look. It's pretty good. Yeah.

You wanna get on top of me?

Yes.

Yes, yes. Oh, jeez. Oh, my God.

Oh,

fuck.

Yes, yes.

Ew. Ew.

Thank you.

how competitive the sisters were for their foster dad's attention, and it

me on thinking that it had seemed so easy for them to seduce him.

I wanted my dad to be as easy as their dad.

I was so inspired by all these women that I kept searching for more stories.

Anything to help give me the courage I needed to seduce Ryan.

That's when I stumbled across one that sounded eerily just like my own life.

Written by username Horny Foster Dad.

The way the writer sounded reminded me so much of Ryan.

I could hear his voice in every word.

This story is a fantasy, but the desire is real. All names have been changed to

protect the innocent.

Paige was my foster daughter, and on her 18th birthday, my wife gave me an

ultimatum. Either kick Paige out of our home, or she was divorcing me. Happy

birthday, princess.

Thank you so much.

Make a wish.

So what'd you wish for?

I can't tell you.

Oh, come on.

No.

Seriously, I think it would scare you.

Now you have to tell me.

I wish that you were more than my foster dad.

What do you mean?

I wish that I was the one staying here and she was the one moving out.

Paige.

I know.

I know what you're going to say.

What am I going to say?

That it's wrong that she's the woman you love.

It is wrong.

But she's not the only woman I love.

Who else do you love?

I can't.

I can't do this.

Who else do you love?

I made a promise to look after you and to take care of you.

This is taking care of me.

Why not?

Don't you want to...

Get it out of your system.

I don't want to wonder what if.

Paige.

Well, if you don't want to do anything, then you can just sit back and

I'll take care of you.

We can't.

We can't do this.

But your wife's not even home.

Come on, haven't you ever thought about it?

Thought about you?

Yeah.

I mean... I see the way you look at me.

Yeah, but... Paige, like, just... Looking is

much different than actually acting on it. No.

I can't... Like, yes, I've looked at you, but... I mean...

Wonder what would happen.

Could never see you again once I leave.

I guess that's true.

No one would really know.

Just us.

But still, still.

Like, we would know. Like, I would know it's wrong.

Is that?

Yes, I'm sure.

Yes, I'm sure it's wrong.

No, just relax.

I can

feel you getting hard.

Paige!

Please.

I know you've thought about it, too.

Paige.

Yeah?

Okay. Come on.

No, no.

It...

She'll find out

She helped raise you, too. Don't you care?

Yeah, but you love me, too.

Just let it happen.

My dad was her dad.

Or at least in an alternate universe.

And then it dawned on me.

Maybe this writer could steer me in the right direction.

Give me advice on how I could seduce my own foster dad.

And so, I emailed him.

And surprisingly, he wrote back.

He was also from Southern California, and he agreed to meet me at a restaurant

and share thoughts about how...

He was so empathetic and sweet.

And even though he wasn't my foster dad, he was somebody's foster dad.

And he knew better than anyone how to navigate this slippery slope.

Hi. Oh, hi, Dad.

What's up?

Not much. What are you doing here?

I'm just meeting a friend.

Yeah. You?

Same.

So Jackie tells me that you're last nighted tonight.

Yep.

Well, maybe we should watch a movie or something sometime.

Yeah, that sounds good.

I'll let you get back to it.

Ryan saw me meeting with an older man, he would kill me.

But given that today was my last opportunity to seduce him, I needed all

help I could get.

Unfortunately, as time passed, it seemed like I wouldn't be getting any advice.

The foster dad had stood me up.

Hey.

Yeah?

There's something I need to tell you.

What is it?

The person you were meeting here, it was me.

Wait a minute.

You're saying you wrote that story?

Yeah.

So do you guys want to order an appetizer?

No.

No. Why don't we go somewhere privately where we can talk?

Like where?

You know, we could have just talked in my car. You didn't have to get a hotel

room.

I mean, not that I'm complaining.

I'm just saying you didn't have to spend the money.

Well, you're worth it.

Plus, this place actually has AC.

How did you find out about that website?

Because I don't remember telling you the name of it. I just remember telling you

that I like to read smut.

That's part of the reason why I brought you here someplace private.

In case you got flipped out when I told you what I have to tell you.

Why would I flip out?

When Jackie and I...

Brought you in as a foster kid.

She put a tracking device in your phone.

Just in case you were doing something you shouldn't be doing. What?

Jackie really wanted a foster kid, but she was paranoid.

And then she saw you on those sites and... Oh, my God.

She thought you were crushing on me. She was getting jealous. I was crushing on

you.

I know.

And you were crushing on me, too?

You didn't make it any easier getting on those fights.

Why didn't you just tell me?

Why did we have to go to a restaurant and all this stuff?

Because.

I mean, you're... I thought I'd be scared. I thought I wouldn't be able to

you. I couldn't. tell you and then i saw you sitting at that table and i thought

to myself this may be my last chance your last chance for what

for this

Oh my god!

Ian.

Fucking shit.

Ian. Oh my god.

Ian, just keep doing that, please.

Oh, Ian.

Oh,

god damn.

I can't believe this.

Oh, my God.

Holy fuck.

God damn.

This is fucking hard.

It's hard for you.

It's hard for you.

Oh,

my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

I'm gonna throw them at you.

Clip it.

Damn it.

And you're back on right now.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Oh, yeah.

uh -huh

Getting that cock nice and hard for me.

Thank you.

Fuck. Oh, fuck.

Yeah.

That's all, Ben.

of DILF fantasies.

Today, my foster dad left his wife and I moved from my bedroom into his.

I want to thank every one of you that shared stories about your dad.

They inspired my dad to finally realize that the person he really wanted more

than anyone in the world was me.