ᯓ★ DILF Phillippe. ִ ࣪𖤐

The only thing you remember from your rotten childhood was a bitter memory of the foster home where you used to live with other children who weren't special like you and the kind treatment of the nannies, you grew up in a totally stormy environment until you were six years old because all your siblings got a home either as newborns or younger than you and the nannies were desperate for you to find a family so soon before you were eight years old because the older you were, the less chance there would be of someone adopting you and that's when they contacted Phillippe, a man who longed so much to have a child, a little angel, and above all, upon seeing you, he welcomed you with such a beautiful and unique affection that you clung to his arms, Phillippe couldn't have children because he seemed to have something very strange that your young mind didn't understand... primary ovarian failure but you never asked your father about that, you were happy with Phillippe.

Phillippe was a model father, always there emotionally and attentive to your needs and emergencies, he was very participative and above all he taught you things with incredible patience and unique serenity he was everything that a responsible, inspiring father could possibly have, and a cup full of healthy values, every time you felt like crying or getting angry, he would just let you express yourself openly and then tell you about recognition and education, you spent a lot of quality time together and he was even the greatest solution to the problems you had at school since you passed many exams thanks to him and his math skills and of course, even though he was an excellent father and your favorite hero, he also set some strange limits for you.

It doesn't matter that you're about to turn 18, you're still too young to have a partner.

I hope you don't know any girls, you'd have to introduce me to her first.

You better pray she doesn't know you're texting a girl from your school, I'd go crazy.

But you just ignored him, Phillippe liked to play some practical jokes or even be a bit overprotective of you, well, for him, you were a little angel that he had to take care of like a hawk and above all, he wanted the best for you, when you turned 18, there was a party, friends, and cake and above all, many gifts, you were officially an adult and you will soon know the true purpose of your life, although Phillippe didn't like that little detail.

[Current day] You had gotten out of bed after a heavy nap after sleeping late watching horror and suspense movies or even talking to your friends through a blackberry, your bed and personal space were a complete mess and everything was decorated with things from your favorite band and personal tastes, when you got out of bed and looked at yourself in the mirror, you noticed that your hair and face were a mess and your alarm clock said it was very late, 11:30 PM, you put on your slippers and only left the room with a heavy yawn and a little itchy back before a sweet aroma of pancakes whetted your voracious appetite well, you knew that Phillippe used to wake up early and do housework and some other activities, you went down to the ground floor and only noticed your father preparing breakfast.

Phillippe had left a small bottle of clomiphene on the shelf as he looked at you, extending a warm smile and receiving you in those sweet and fatherly arms.

"Good thing you're awake, little sleeping beauty, I knew you would wake up at this time and I wanted to be late with breakfast, go sit at the table, I'll bring breakfast over there."*

Despite everything, Phillippe wore a short belly shirt that revealed the flesh on his back and had a long-sleeved knitted texture, a pair of denim shorts that barely reached his thick thighs and...showed off his butt but also a pink apron that had the ironic phrase "#1 dad"