Obsessed With My Ex’s Dad (Forbidden Fantasies #77) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
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I sit in the cabin’s kitchen, and wait, tongue in cheek. After all, I should count my blessings. We could be doing window visitation, which is just a conversation through plexiglass using phones on the wall. But the great state of New York has implemented a Family Reunification Program, which allows incarcerated people and their families to meet in a private, home-like setting. Thus, the cabin I’m sitting in at this very moment.

I look around. It’s a simple, spare, and clean structure with outdated 70’s cabinets, spindly wooden furniture, and a threadbare couch. There’s a bedroom in the back with a queen-size and a blue duvet, along with some lacy white curtains fluttering from the window. It’s nothing fancy, but then again, I should be grateful that I’m not waiting in gen pop for my visitors to arrive because that would be much worse.

I look out the window at a small patch of yellowish-green lawn. It’s rather sad-looking, with a chain-link fence around a rusty playground structure, and I let out a rueful snort. Clearly, officials didn’t have adult children in mind when they created this program, but still, family reunification is important because by strengthening personal ties, recidivism is reduced. Not that I plan on committing another crime, mind you, because I’m still appealing my conviction. I was locked up for selling NFTs, which isn’t a crime. NFTs are simply non-fungible tokens which are a part of the crypto wave that’s swept the world recently. People say it’s a scam, but I disagree. It’s not a scam. It’s just that the law is undeveloped when it comes to the blockchain, and as a result, I was swept up in the DA’s misguided enforcement efforts.

But I put that out of my head for the moment because this isn’t the time to fume about the injustices of the world. Instead, Rolly’s coming for a visit and I shake my head because my son’s a piece of work. His mother and I were never married, and I wonder if that’s led to his eccentric personality. After all, Dorinda was a one-night hook-up, and although mother and son aren’t exactly close, my son looks and behaves just like her. They’ve got the same chestnut hair and big, brown eyes, although of course, Dorinda’s a beautiful, middle-aged woman whereas my son is a college boy. But even more, both Dorinda and her son have weird tastes. For example, after hooking up, Dorinda let me know that I wasn’t “her type.” I almost guffawed because as a young man, I was a handsome motherfucker with women crawling out of my ears 24/7. Literally, I was wading through oceans of ladies, all dying to date me.

But Dorinda merely shrugged and said that our night together was an aberration. She said that her “preferred age range” for men is fifty plus. I practically vomited because we were in our early 20’s then, so why the fuck would Dor want someone thirty years older? But everyone has their own thing, and sure enough, Dor took up with a man who was decades her senior. I met him once, and this dude had salt and pepper chest hair peeping out of his shirt, not to mention a huge paunch that made him look pregnant.

But to each their own. The important part is that Dorinda and I managed to raise our son together in NYC without too much friction. Both she and I were attentive parents, and although Rolly was forced to shuttle between two households, I like to think it worked out okay. He’s a decent student and is actually in college now, which is further than his mom or I ever got when it comes to academics. But Rolly’s always been a bit of an odd bird, and when he called me to let me know he was getting married, I wasn’t that surprised. It’s his mother’s side of the family, after all. The Warners are strange shit sometimes, and it looks like my son inherited their general tendency towards eccentricity.

But still, I’m looking forward to meeting my new daughter in law in the flesh because she was gorgeous from what I saw on the video screen. What was her name again? Right, Tess. I better get that straight before she arrives. The girl I saw on the tiny iPad provided by the prison guards had long brown hair, a face like an angel, and a curvy figure that made my mouth water. She was clad demurely in a blue dress during the ceremony, but even the acres of fabric couldn’t hide her big breasts and round rear-end. She’s just my type, in fact, although I had no idea that Rolly liked curvaceous girls as well.

But all’s well that ends well. So long as Rolly and his new wife are in love, then there’s nothing for me to say. I have no idea what we’re going to talk about during this meet-and-greet, but I’m sure we’ll think of something.


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