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Sweet dinner.

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 I should handle my situation.

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?

A thing.

So Jackie tells me that your last night is tonight.

Yep.

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

Yeah, that sounds good.

I'll let you get back to it.

Okay.

I knew if 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.

So.

So.

Um, 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.

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 sites.

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 tell 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.

It's all good.

Holy fucking shit.

Oh, man.

I can't believe this.

Oh, my God. Holy fuck.

Goddamn. This is fucking hard.

It's for you.

It's hard for you. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Let me do it.

Thank you so much.

I want to throw my face.

oh my god oh my fucking god

Oh, good.

Fuck yeah.

Mm -hmm. Mm -hmm.

Getting that cock nice and hard for me.

Oh, fuck.

That's it.

It was.

Thank you.

You good?

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Yes.

That's not bad.

Dear writers 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.