Perverted Daddy System

Chapter 125: PDS - 125 - Meet the mother, bag the daughters

I wake early the next morning, before the girls. The room is dim, pale light filtering through the curtains. Katie is still asleep beside me, her hair spread across the pillow like a fan, her breathing slow and even. I watch her for a moment — the rise and fall of her chest, the peaceful expression on her face.

Then I slip out of bed quietly and pad to the kitchen. Coffee. Eggs. Toast. A simple breakfast, but I make it well. The ritual of it centers me. Crack the eggs. Whisk them with a splash of milk. Heat the pan. The familiar motions let my mind work on the day ahead.

The girls come out one by one, still rubbing sleep from their eyes. Hester first, then Hope. They’re in their pajamas — loose t-shirts and shorts that do absolutely nothing to hide the outline of their bodies. Hope’s nipples poke against the thin fabric, hard from the morning chill — or just from being near me. They don’t sit at the table. They come straight to the stove, pressing against me from both sides before I’ve even set down the spatula.

"Good morning, daddy," Hope purrs, reaching past my plate to grab a piece of toast, making sure her chest brushes my arm.

Hester doesn’t speak at first. She just leans into my shoulder, nuzzles against me, and lets out a contented little hum. Her hand slides down my chest, over my stomach, and comes to rest on my belt — not quite bold enough to go further, but making her intent clear.

I turn off the stove, set the spatula down, and turn to face them properly. I hook a hand behind each of their necks and pull them in — first Hope, a long deep kiss that has her melting against me, her tongue meeting mine without hesitation. When I pull back, she’s breathless, pupils blown.

Then Hester. She gasps softly as my mouth finds hers, and I don’t hold back — tongue sliding past her lips, tasting the morning on her, feeling her grip tighten on my belt. By the time I release her, they’re both flushed, swaying slightly.

"Good morning, girls."

Hope licks her lips. Hester bites hers.

"Mary comes today, right?" Katie asks, pouring herself coffee. She’s in her robe, her hair tied up.

"Ten o’clock. Paul will handle the initial pitch at the school. I’ll step in once she’s comfortable with the idea."

"Want me to come?"

"Not to the school. That would look too coordinated. But she’ll want to see the apartment afterward. Meet you. Make sure we’re a normal family."

"Normal." Katie smiles, taking a sip of her coffee. "I can do normal. I’ve been practicing my whole life."

"I know you can. That’s why I married you."

She cocks an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "The only reason?"

I step over and slide a hand around her waist, pulling her against me. "That, and your fabulous ass." I squeeze through the robe. She squeaks, laughing, and swats my chest. "The out-of-this-world blowjobs just sealed the deal."

She sets her mug down and pulls me into a deep, lingering kiss, tongue sliding against mine before she pulls back with a smirk. "Flatterer."

Breakfast passes quickly. The girls clear their plates, rinse them in the sink, and get dressed in their uniforms. I wait by the door, keys in hand, checking my watch.

I kiss them both goodbye at the door, a quick peck on the lips for each.

I walk to the school alone, enjoying the solitude. The morning air is cool against my face, carrying the smell of cut grass and damp earth. The streets are quiet, most families already inside for breakfast or getting ready for church. A dog barks somewhere in the distance, answered by another from across the neighborhood.

I arrive just before the first bell. The schoolyard is empty — students already in their homerooms. A custodian sits in a small booth by the gate, a newspaper spread open on the counter in front of him. He looks up as I approach.

"Help you?"

"Ben Roberts. Here to see Vice Principal Paulsson."

He runs a finger down a clipboard, finds my name, and nods. "Go ahead. Sign in at the office."

"Thanks."

The familiar smell of floor wax and paper hits me as I walk through the main entrance. Mrs. Higgins is at her desk, typing at her computer. She looks up and smiles warmly.

"Good morning, Mr. Roberts."

"Morning, Mrs. Higgins. Is Paul in?"

"He is. Go on up."

I head upstairs. The hallway is empty — classes haven’t started yet. I knock on Paul’s open door. He’s reviewing notes, a cup of coffee at his elbow.

"Mr. Ben. She’s confirmed for ten."

"Good. Stick to the script. I’ll wait in here until you bring her up."

I sit in the chair across from his desk while he finishes his coffee. We run through the talking points one more time. He’s ready.

At ten, Paul goes to meet Mary at the front entrance. I wait. A few minutes later, I hear their voices approaching — Paul’s warm and professional, Mary’s softer, hesitant. The click of her heels on the linoleum.

They enter. Paul introduces us.

"Mrs. Hudson, this is Ben Roberts. Ben, Mary Hudson."

I stand and extend my hand, letting my face do the work. A beat of hesitation. A flicker of recognition. Just enough for her to catch it before I smooth it over with a warm, sheepish smile. As our palms meet, I push my skills forward.

[Pin of Trust applied to Mary Hudson. +1 trust/hour.]

[Trust fund active on Mary Hudson. Medium trust increase.]

[Dog trainer active on Mary Hudson. Small permanent loyalty increase.]

[Seduction aura active. Slight affection increase.]

Mary’s eyes go wide. "Mr. Roberts? You’re —"

"Ben." I let out a surprised laugh, perfectly timed. "Well, this is unexpected. I know that face — apartment 6, third floor, right? Signed your lease a few months ago."

"I can’t believe it." She shakes her head, a genuine smile breaking through. "My landlord is the math tutor?"

"Small town." I shrug, turning the coincidence into charm. "I could say the same about finding one of my tenants in the vice principal’s office."

Paul chuckles. "I figured you two would run into each other eventually. We’re all in the same building — I’m in 9, Mary’s in 6."

"Ben owns the building I live in," Mary says, her tone lighter now. The tension in her shoulders has dropped a few notches. "I’ve known him as a landlord. Had no idea he was also a math tutor."

"I like to keep my talents varied." I shake my head, still smiling. "Your building application mentioned you worked at the dental clinic. Never said anything about having twin daughters struggling with math."

"Didn’t think it was relevant to renting an apartment."

"Fair point."

She settles into the chair across from me, and I do the same. The dynamic has shifted. The ice is already broken — we’re not strangers playing a formal script. She’s met me before, dealt with me as a landlord, and I was fair with her. That’s a head start I wasn’t counting on.

"I’ll admit," she says, "when Paul mentioned a math tutor, I pictured someone older. Retired teacher type."

"I get that a lot."

"But now I see you’re the guy who fixed my garbage disposal at eight PM on a Sunday without charging extra. That earns a lot of trust."

[Trust fund synergy detected — existing rapport with target. Trust increase doubled.]

"So I’m hoping you’ll hear me out," I say, leaning forward. "Your girls’ grades — Paul mentioned they’ve been slipping. I’ve helped other students in similar situations. A few weeks of focused tutoring, and they’ll be back on track."

She studies me, but the wariness is gone. "You really think you can help them?"

"I know I can. Math is just patterns. Once they see the patterns, everything clicks."

Mary lets out a breath. "Saturday. You said your wife would be there?"

"Katie’s looking forward to meeting you. She’s a good host."

"Then it’s a date." She stands and offers her hand. This time the handshake is warmer. "See you Saturday, Ben."

"Looking forward to it, Mary."

She leaves. I turn to Paul.

"Well?"

"She’s interested," he says.

"She’s cautious. But interested. She’ll show up Saturday with the girls, and I’ll seal it."

"Her guard is down."

"Not down. Just lowered. Enough for me to work with."

Baby steps. But they’re moving in the right direction.