My name is Shining Armor and I am a man. Well, I’m technically still a teenager, but that’s close enough. My Mom calls me “her little man;” but then again, she’s been calling me that since I was a baby, so I don’t think that’s doing too much to help my case.
Some days I feel more masculine than others; like whenever I’m on a date with my girlfriend Cadance. In addition to attending highschool with her, Cadance also babysits my little sister, Twilight.
My sister makes me feel like a man whenever she calls me her “Big Brother Best Friend Forever.” I’m the one she turns to whenever she needs help with her homework or someone to play with. I love spending time with Twilight. She makes me long for the days when I was still as pure and innocent as her.
All the women in my life, whether big or small, make me feel like a man. When I’m with them, I feel normal.
My Dad, though? That’s a different story.
At first, I thought it was just a silly pretend game he was playing with me. I soon learned that my Dad’s motives were anything but innocent.
It started a couple years ago; just after I’d turned fourteen. My Dad and I spent some time on father / son camping trips; just the two of us.
Dad would bring along a twelve pack of beer and drink it while watching the campfire. One night, he shared some of his beer with me. I didn’t like the taste at first, but Dad encouraged me to keep drinking. He said it was something I needed to get used to. Dad warned me not to tell Mom that I had been drinking; otherwise, he could get in a lot of trouble.
“Your Mom thinks her little man can’t handle a few beers,” Dad said, “But we’ll show her, won’t we? You’re tough enough for this.”
After a couple of campouts, I started to get used to the taste of beer. It made me feel funny, but kind of good, too. I felt so grown up. It was like being allowed to go into a theme park before it opened to the public. My Dad was letting me experience all these adult things that other kids wouldn’t get to try for years. I later learned that drinking wasn’t the only thing my Dad had in mind for me.
I remember one camping trip I got so drunk that I threw up in my sleeping bag. Dad pulled it outside and used a bucket of water to rinse the vomit out; then he hung it on a line to dry.
Dad put his hand on my back and asked if I was going to be sick again. I told that there was nothing left to throw up. He seem satisfied with that answer and told me to crawl inside his sleeping bag with him. I still felt sick from all the beer and just wanted to go to sleep.
Once the lights were out, Dad zipped up the sleeping bag with both of us inside it. I could hear the crickets chirping and was just starting to drift off to sleep. A moment later, I heard something unzip, but it wasn’t the sleeping bag.
I didn’t think anything about it at first. I grew more concerned when I felt something hot and hard brush up against my pajama bottoms.
“Shh,” Dad whispered preemptively, “Everything’s okay, son. Just be quiet.”
Dad kept whispering “shh” and told me several times to be quiet. I got scared when I felt his right hand reach down the front of my pajama bottoms. He began fondling my penis.
“Dad,” I said, uncomfortably, “What are you doing? Stop touching me there.”
“Shh, it’s okay, son,” Dad said, with a hint of beer on his breath, “We’re camping in the woods. I’m just checking your body for ticks. They like to hide in warm places.”
I held my breath as Dad continued molesting me. I knew he wasn’t checking for ticks, but I was too scared to say anything. My heart was beating faster as Dad leaned in close. I could feel his chin stubble scratch against my cheek.
After a few minutes of being touched, my penis started getting hard. Now that Dad had more to work with, he pulled his right hand out, spit on it, then put it back and began stroking my penis. I started to whimper and squirm with discomfort. I knew what my Dad was doing to me was wrong, but it made me feel funny.
“Have you ever played with your penis like this before?” Dad asked.
“No,” I said, embarrassed. My voice cracked as I spoke, which made my Dad chuckle. It was obvious that I hadn’t finished puberty yet.
“Don’t worry, Shining.” Dad said, “Your old man’s about to give you a crash course.”
Dad started stroking my penis even faster. It was so hot inside the tent, it felt like a sauna. My cheeks were burning. It felt like they were on fire. I could feel something wet leaking out of the tip of my penis. I thought it was pee at first, but it was stickier than pee and made my penis more slippery. I started crying.
“Dad, please stop,” I said with a whimper, “I don’t like you touching me.”
“If you don’t want it, then why are you so hard?” Dad said, “Your penis is throbbing in my hand because deep down inside you like being touched.”
“That’s not true,” I said, “I can’t help it. Not when you’re... when you’re...”
I soon forgot what I was trying to say. I couldn’t focus. All I could think about was what my Dad was doing and how it made my body feel things I had never felt before.
Dad’s left arm was pressed against his side. He used his left hand to reach forward and pull my pajama bottoms down to my knees. I felt something hot rubbing between my butt cheeks. I knew it had to be Dad’s penis. He was hard without anybody having to touch him.
Dad pressed his chest against my back. I could feel his penis squished between our bodies. He kept stroking my penis and shaking it in different directions. He was treating it like a joystick on one of those old video game consoles.
Dad leaned in and sniffed my neck.
“You’re all sweaty,” Dad said, lustfully, “I just love the stink of unwashed boys.”
I wanted to say something, but I was interrupted by a new sensation flooding my body. Even though it was dark in the tent, I thought I saw fireworks go off. It’s like my brain drank soda with Pop Rocks. I gave a moan and my entire body twitched. I felt like I had just run a marathon.
“That’s it, you dirty boy,” Dad said, “Cum for Daddy.”
I felt my Dad’s right hand cupped underneath the tip of my penis. I could feel something thick and sticky shooting out of my pee hole and landing on his hand. After three large spurts, it stopped. I could feel my penis begin to shrink and return to its normal size. More fluid continued to dribble out onto my thigh after my penis became soft again.
I later found out that what had happened to me was called an orgasm. The sticky goo that came from my penis was called semen. Dad praised me and said he was impressed by how much cum I produced.
Dad carefully withdrew his hand, so as not to spill the semen he milked from me. He grabbed ahold of his own penis with his right hand and began to rub my semen all over it. Once the entire length of his penis had been lubed with my cum, he started stroking himself.
After a few minutes, Dad moaned as he pressed the tip of his penis against my bottom. I felt semen shoot from his penis and land on my butt cheeks. It felt really gross, but I didn’t care about that. I just didn’t want him touching me anymore.
After my Dad got my bottom all sticky with his semen, he put his right arm over my shoulder and soon fell fast asleep. I lay awake beside my Dad. I didn’t want to touch his semen on my back. I just left it there and pulled up my pajama bottoms. I lay there for hours; unable to fall asleep. I could smell the scent of my semen on his hand. I felt like crying, but I couldn’t. All I could do was whimper.
When I awoke the next morning, I had managed to convince myself that last night was just a bad dream.
“Dad would never do that to me,” I told myself, “He loves me. Doesn’t he?”
On our next camping trip two weeks later, I realized that it hadn’t been a dream. Dad and I spent more time alone together over the next couple of years. I didn’t like being touched at first, but as time wore on I learned to ignore the uncomfortable feelings. Dad told me to focus on the pleasure. After a while, I actually began to enjoy it.
Dad taught me how to pleasure myself and I showed off what I learned by doing it to him. It felt really weird the first time I touched Dad’s penis, but he told me these were important skills every man needed to learn. He said I should be grateful that I was learning them so young.
In spite of my... unorthodox introduction to sexual education, I tried my best to act normal at school. That’s where I met my girlfriend, Cadance. I never told her what my Dad and I did on our father / son camping trips.
Even though Dad says that we’re not doing anything wrong, he still wants me to keep it a secret; which is fine with me. As much as I like the way Dad makes me feel, I don’t want anybody to find out about it. I’m afraid people will think it’s weird or call me gay.
Recently, Dad hasn’t been content for us to play with each other on camping trips. He’s started doing it around the house. I’m worried because I keep thinking Mom’s going to catch us. Dad assured me that we won’t get caught. He also said that the increased danger adds to the excitement, which is true, I guess.
Dad has an office with a big desk. The front is made of solid oak. I remember playing hide-and-go seek with Twilight when I was younger. This desk was always a premier hiding place.
One day recently, Dad called me into his office and told me to close the door behind me as I entered.
“Come here, Shining,” Dad said. I started to approach his desk, when he stopped me.
“You know better than to walk towards me,” Dad said, sternly, “Don’t you remember who you are when we’re alone?”
I cringed. I didn’t want to speak, but I knew Dad wouldn’t be satisfied until he heard me say it. I hung my head and sighed.
“I’m Daddy’s little bitch boy,” I said, miserably.
“That’s right,” Dad said, “So let’s see you crawl on all fours, like a good little doggy.”
Dad had recently given me the degrading nickname, “bitch boy.” It hurt my feelings, but I was grateful for it at the same time. Having a nickname helped me separate the two halves of myself more easily. There was Shining Armor, the normal well-adjusted teenager, and Shining Armor, Daddy’s bitch boy cum slut.
Obeying my Dad’s orders, I got on my knees and crawled towards his desk. It felt like when I would pretend to be a pony for Twilight. She would get on my back and I’d crawl around the carpet and whinny, which made her laugh. Only this time, it wasn’t a game. Not the fun kind of game, at any rate.
“Get inside your doghouse, bitch,” Dad said, as he scooted his leather chair away from his desk. I crawled inside and sat hunched over. Dad’s desk was much smaller than I remembered. Of course, the last time I was under here was about six years ago during a game of hide-and-seek.
“Good puppy,” Dad said, as he unzipped his fly, “I’ve got a doggy treat for you.”
Dad’s penis was still flaccid. I knew what he expected me to do and I’d long since lost the will to refuse. The shock had worn off to the point where fellating my Dad had become routine.
Leaning forward, I grabbed ahold of my Dad’s limp cock and tried to coax it to life. Incidentally, he likes it when I call his member a cock, instead of a penis.
Using my other hand, I pulled the zipper on Dad’s pants down all the way. Then I reached inside and started fondling his balls with my fingers while licking the tip of his cock. I swirled my tongue in small circles, which is a trick Dad taught me.
I carefully maneuvered Dad’s balls outside of his pants. I made sure that his sack didn’t snag on the zipper on the way out. His cock was no longer limp, but was rapidly swelling to its full size. I slipped the tip of Dad’s cock inside my mouth, as I had done countless times before.
“Mmm,” Dad moaned, pleasurably, “Deeper, you little cocksucker. I want to tickle your tonsils.”
Following Dad’s instructions, I leaned forward as his shaft disappeared, inch by inch, into my mouth. Once I’d gotten a majority of his length inside, I began bobbing my head back and forth in a rhythmic fashion.
My saliva coated Dad’s cock and dripped down his balls. To indicate that I was doing a good job, Dad rested his hand on my head and tousled my blue hair.
“Yeah,” Dad said, happily, “Doggy likes his bone, doesn’t he?”
I made an emphatic moan as I continued caressing his cock with my mouth. It was difficult to keep from bumping my head on the desk as I bobbed up and down.
While I was busy swirling my tongue around Dad’s tip, an unexpected visitor burst into the office. I immediately regretted not locking the door. I couldn’t see who it was from under the desk, but I could hear the unmistakable giddy sounds of my little sister, Twilight.
She was bouncing around Dad’s office, full of energy. I was afraid she would run around to the other side of the desk and catch me with Dad’s dick in my mouth.
I stopped sucking and pulled Dad’s cock out. I looked up at him and blushed. Dad made sure to wait until Twilight was looking away, then he looked down at me. Dad gave me a stern look which told me to continue fellating him.
I resumed sucking him off, with increasing dread. I knew that at any moment, Twilight might discover my dark secret.
“Daddy, I wanted to show you this new play I wrote!” Twilight said, “Smarty Pants and I will perform it together.”
I knew Twilight must have brought her stupid doll with her. Twilight stomped her feet as she danced around Dad’s office while singing about homework. My sister always was a bit of a nerd.
I was grateful that she was being so loud. It’s difficult to fellate someone in complete silence. I was doing my best to not make any noise. I had practised learning how to breathe through my nose while sucking Dad off. Even though I was trying my best, the occasional slurping or sucking sound could be heard emanating from beneath the desk. Fortunately, Twilight’s loud singing drowned out any noise I made.
As I listened to my sister dance around the room, so carefree and innocent, I wondered if what happened to me happened to other kids. When Twilight was older, would Mom take her on a mother / daughter camping trip? Would they explore each other’s bodies?
What about Cadance? How much did she know about sex? Did she touch herself? Thinking about Cadance masturbating slowly gave me a boner.
“There will be a five minute intermission and coloring break!” Twilight said, breathlessly. I heard Twilight flop down on the floor and open her tin of crayons.
While Twilight sat and silently colored, I was in a quandary due to the tremendous pressure in my pants. I wanted to unzip my fly and give my erection room to breathe, but I was afraid to make a sound, lest Twilight hear me. I’d even stopped fellating Dad. I just held his cock still in my mouth. I’d run my tongue around the tip and shaft to keep him hard, but that was all I dared to do at the moment. One false sound might alert Twilight. Dad didn’t care, though. He enjoyed staring into my eyes and watching me sweat.
Once the intermission was over, Twilight continued singing, while I resumed fellating Dad. Desiring to help me along, Dad placed his hands on either side of my head and helped control my movements. If Twilight hadn’t been singing extra loud, she definitely would’ve heard the guttural gagging sounds of me choking on Dad’s choad.
“Now for the finale!” Twilight said, eagerly.
“Oh boy!” Dad said, “Here comes the big finish!” Twilight didn’t realize it, but Dad wasn’t talking about her play. This became all too apparent as Dad pulled my head down until my nose was mashed against his blue pubes. I could feel his member pulse along the length of my tongue as ropes of splooge splattered against the back of my throat. The slimy substance slid down to my stomach as Dad enjoyed a mind-blowing orgasm.
“And that’s why I love books!” Twilight sang. Dad took his hands off my head and applauded Twilight’s performance.
“Thank you! Thank you!” Twilight said, “So, how did you like my play?”
Even though Dad had already cum once, his member was still hard in my mouth.
“Twilight, rest assured that even though I’m sitting down, I’m giving you a standing ovation,” Dad said. The length of his member slid passed my lips as Dad pulled out. I lapped up the last traces of cum with my tongue.
I could hear the sounds of Twilight putting her crayons away. I breathed a sigh of relief as she headed for the door to Dad’s office. Twilight paused after opening the door and said something that made my blood run cold.
“Hey Dad,” Twilight said, “Have you seen Shining Armor? I wanted to show him my play before I leave.”
Dad chuckled as he looked down at me. My face was flushed and my lips were smeared with his precum. Dad rubbed his erect prick against my face; smearing my cheek with saliva. Without drawing too much attention to my location, Dad answered Twilight’s question.
“I’m sure he’s around someplace,” Dad said, “Why don’t you go check outside?”
“Okay, Daddy!” Twilight said, “I love you!”
“Love you, too,” Dad replied.
Once Twilight had left, I crawled out from under Dad’s desk. He set me on his lap and licked the saliva off my cheek. Then he kissed me. My heart was racing. I knew that if Mom or Twilight walked through the door, my secret would be out; and yet, the fear of being caught made what we were doing all the more exhilarating. We held the kiss for a long time. I was trying to press my luck. I wanted to see how long Dad and I could explore each others’ mouths before getting caught. The forbidden pleasure grew more intense with each passing second.
Without breaking the kiss, Dad reached down and felt the hard lump in my pants. He rubbed his hand over my erection several times before finally breaking the kiss.
Dad placed his hand over my crotch and held it there as he whispered in my ear.
“I love you, Shining Armor,” Dad said, “I want to help you take care of this, but now’s not the time. Go take a cold shower and meet me later tonight. I’ve got something special planned.”
Following Dad’s request, I took a cold shower and resisted the urge to masturbate. After the shower, my boner went away, but I was left with a severe case of blue balls.
I kept thinking about the way Dad kissed me. It was much different from when Cadance and I made out. Dad liked to hold my tongue down with his tongue, like he was pinning it in a wrestling match. I’d never even grabbed Cadance’s boobs yet. We were still in the holding hands and kissing phase of our relationship. In the back of my mind, I knew she’d never want to be with me if she knew the kinds of things my Dad and I did together. I felt dirty, but I couldn’t help myself.
Later that night, I crept quietly through the darkened house into my parents’ bedroom. When I opened the door, Dad was wearing his bathrobe and nothing else.
“Dad,” I said, warily, “Where’s Mom?”
“She and Twilight are out of the house,” Dad said, “It’s just you and me tonight, with no distractions.”
It was then that I noticed a pink rectangular box on the bed that was tied with a red bow.
“That’s for you,” Dad said, “Go into the bathroom and put it on.”
I slowly picked up the present and walked towards the bathroom. I gave a backwards glance at Dad before entering the bathroom and closing the door behind me.
Before opening the present, I looked at myself in the mirror. I didn’t look any different from your average teenager. Just an old t-shirt and blue jeans. No one at school would’ve ever suspected how I spent my nights.
When I undid the bow and opened the present, my stomach became tied in knots. Inside the box was some skimpy lingerie.
Having ogled a fair share of underwear models in clothing catalogs, I was familiar with this type of dress, but I’d never seen it on a guy before.
There was a pink lace cami with intricate detail, removable industrial garters and a pair of pink panties. There were also a pair of long white stockings which went all the way up to the thighs. The stockings could be attached to the cami by the garters.
I was mortified by the prospect of wearing something so emasculating, but I knew how upset Dad would be if I walked out without changing. So, swallowing what little pride remained, I took off my clothes and set them in the box.
First I slipped on the pink panties. They felt smooth, but were a little tight around the crotch. I could feel myself getting hard. In no time, the panties were accentuating every curve of my erection.
Then I slipped the cami on. I had no breasts to speak of, so the bra hung slightly loose. I didn’t shave my legs, so the hairs bristled against the stockings as I put them on. After fastening the stockings with the garter, I looked at myself in the mirror.
“Hello, bitch boy,” I said to my reflection. I looked at my normal clothes in the box. For a moment, I felt like a double agent.
“Who’s the real me?” I thought, “Is this my disguise, or is this the real me? Maybe Shining Armor is the lie and deep down I’m really just a bitch who’s too scared to admit it.”
It was then that I saw Mom’s makeup kit.
Several minutes later, I walked out of the bathroom. I held the box with my clothes in front of me as I walked towards the bed.
Dad’s smiled widened as he looked at me in the lingerie. The front of the pink lace cami looked like the letter ‘V.’ The plunging neckline came together where my belly button was. Lacy ribbons crisscrossed down the front like shoelaces on a pair of sneakers.
The white stockings offered a surprising amount of movement, especially considering that they were connected to a garter. The real subject of interest to Dad was my lace panties, which were already struggling to contain my boner.
I set the box with my clothes on the bed and stood there so Dad could admire his little bitch for as long as he liked.
Taking a little initiative, I borrowed some of Mom’s makeup. I had never put any on before, and it showed. I didn’t want to try anything too gaudy, but I thought Dad might appreciate me wearing some lipstick and eyeshadow. I didn’t bother adding mascara. Knowing my luck, I probably would’ve put my eye out.
“Shining,” Dad said as he removed his robe, “You look beautiful.”
I realize Dad meant it as a compliment, but I didn’t want to be beautiful or pretty. I wanted to be told I was handsome and dashing. At least, that’s what I’d been taught to want growing up.
As Dad approached me, I could see that he was already hard. He walked up behind me and turned me in the direction of Mom’s vanity mirror. I saw my reflection with the makeup and lingerie and started to cry.
“It’s okay, Shining Armor,” Dad said as he massaged my shoulders, “Don’t be afraid.”
I bit my lip and tried to stifle the tears as Dad knelt down behind me and began to remove my panties.
“I love you more than anything,” Dad whispered, “Now bend over.”
Dad instructed me to lean forward with my hands on the vanity. The top was cold and made of marble. I gripped it with both hands as I felt my Dad’s warm breath on my butt.
The garter prevented my panties from being fully removed, so Dad grabbed a metal emery board which was laying on the vanity and used it to cut my panties off. After casting the torn undergarments aside, Dad pressed his tongue against my butthole and began licking it.
The first thing I noticed was that he had shaved. There were no coarse bristles scratching my behind. The next sensation was his tongue. He dabbed and tickled my sphincter like a bee pollinating a flower.
It felt really weird. Dad and I had done a lot of things during the last two years, but tonight marked our first foray into anal play. Prior to this, our sexual escapades had been limited to fellatio and mutual masturbation. I could tell that tonight was going to be different.
As I looked at myself in the mirror I could see each perverted expression I made as Dad cleaned my tailpipe. My face was flushed and my makeup made me look like the cheap whore I felt like inside.
“Mmmph,” I said, “It’s so embarrassing to be licked there.”
“What’s there to be embarrassed about?” Dad said,”It’s a father’s responsibility to clean up after his daughter.” This offhanded slight caused my heart to skip a beat. I was already struggling with complex issues regarding my sexuality. I didn’t need Dad to further complicate things.
“But I’m your son,” I said.
“Not tonight, you aren’t,” Dad replied. I could feel precum leaking from my cock as Dad continued rimming my asshole.
“Dad, stop!” I said, “It’s too much! Your tongue feels so slimey in my butt.”
Dad didn’t stop licking. Instead, he grabbed my throbbing penis with his right hand and began stroking it.
My mouth hung open as Dad jerked me off while continuing to provide exceptional anallingus. My reflection in the mirror allowed me to see just how much of a slut I had become. In just two years, I had gone from an innocent virgin to Daddy’s bitch boy. Some days I hated myself, but on nights like this, I was loving every second. I could feel my balls contract as a familiar warmth spread through my body.
“Dad!” I screamed, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
Dad pulled his tongue out of my ass and continued milking my cock with his right hand. After refraining from masturbation for a while, I had a pretty healthy sperm count. When I came, Dad held out his left hand and caught my load. After several sizable spurts, Dad had a palmful of warm splooge.
Dad began lubing up his own hard cock with my jizz. I watched him stick two fingers from his right hand into his mouth to wet them. When his pointer and middle fingers were coated with saliva, Dad shoved them up my ass.
I had never tried anal before. All the licking had helped loosen me up quite a bit, while the fingers were doing additional prep work. My ass was making all kinds of embarrassing sounds as Dad wiggled his fingers inside my rectum.
Once his stiff member was coated in my cum, Dad removed his fingers from my ass. I watched our reflections in the mirror as he stood up behind me. There was a calm expression on his face, yet I could sense a giddy eagerness brimming below the surface.
“Alright, Shining,” Dad said, “I’m putting it in.”
My heartbeat intensified. I felt scared. In a moment of hesitation, I tried to talk my way out of it.
“Dad, we shouldn’t be doing this,” I said, “You’re married and I have a girlfriend.”
“Tonight you’re my girlfriend.” Dad said as he pushed the tip of his cum-lubed cock against my asshole.
I... I could feel it. All of it. The full length of my father’s dick being gripped by my asshole. As Dad continued to sodomize me, I reflected on how funny life was. I came from his loins, now his loins were in me. There was some sort of poetic justice to that.
In spite of the preparation to penetration, my first anal experience still hurt like Hell. I could feel every thrust of Dad’s hips as he connected with my thighs. His massive balls slapped repeatedly against my taint.
I reflected back to the sex ed class I’d attended in school. I knew where babies came from, and this wasn’t it. There really was no point to it, other than pure animalistic pleasure.
Anal sex is abnormal; It’s unnatural. Does that mean I’m abnormal? Is this who I was always meant to be? Daddy’s little bitch boy?
“I love how you quiver with delight whenever I pound your prostate,” Dad said, “Your body is begging for more, isn’t it?”
Before I could respond to my Dad’s question, there was a familiar sound. My phone was ringing inside my jeans pocket. Dad wasn’t about to let it go to voicemail.
Showing just how limber he was, Dad managed to reach behind himself and grab my phone without pulling his dick out of my ass.
Dad read the caller ID to see who it was. I already knew who was calling because of the personalized ringtone. It was Cadance.
“Ooh, it’s your girlfriend,” Dad said in a teasing voice, “Better answer the phone. It might be important.”
Dad flipped the phone open and handed it to me. I was having a difficult time forming words. The new sensations happening within my body were too distracting. All Cadance could hear was my obscene heavy breathing.
“Uuhh,” I moaned, “Ooaahh.”
“Shining?” Cadence said, “Is everything alright?”
Her angelic voice helped bring me back to reality. I tried to focus through the sensory overload to carry on a conversation.
“I’m... fine,” I panted, “Why?”
“You sound out of breath,” Cadance said, “Are you on a treadmill, or something?”
“No, my Dad and I are just working out,” I said. I glanced up and saw Dad’s reflection in the mirror. He was smirking at me while continuing to pump my butt.
“Oh,” Cadance said, “Well, it’s Friday night. I was thinking maybe the two of us could go see a movie together.”
I desperately wanted to be with Cadance tonight. I wanted to go be with her and have all the innocent fun that comes with youth, but I didn’t know how to anymore. Sometimes I even wondered if the me who enjoyed a normal life still existed. With each passing day, it felt more like the perverted me was in control while normal me was just along for the ride.
As I felt the sharp sting of Dad slapping my ass, I knew where I was supposed to be tonight.
Sorry,” I said, “How about tomorrow night instead?”
“Okay,” Cadance said, “Don’t workout too hard tonight, though. I don’t want you falling asleep during the movie.”
“You got it,” I said.
“Alright,” Cadance said, “I love you.”
“Love you, too,” I said, as I hung up the phone. I felt terrible for lying to Cadance, yet at the same time, talking to her while getting pounded in the ass was hot.
I could tell Dad was nearing his climax. His thrusting has become more erratic. He was grunting and sweating. He gripped my hips with both hands as his hips slapped against my butt. I began making little moans as I felt him hit my prostate numerous times.
“Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!” I grunted.
“Listen to you, yapping like a little bitch,” Dad said, “Your mother made similar whorish sounds whenever I fucked her.”
After slamming his hips into my backside, Dad came deep within my bowels. His semen flooded my insides as my ass continued milking his cock. It hurt, yet I didn’t want it to end.
“What’s wrong with me?” I thought.
When Dad finally pulled out, he sat on the bed and admired my wrecked asshole. I remained in that position as Dad’s warm jizz slowly began oozing out of my butt and down my inner thighs. I rested my head on the cool marble top vanity while trying to catch my breath.
During the rough sex, the garter on my right leg had come undone and the stocking was pulled halfway down my leg. My knees were still shaking from the sheer exhilaration of it all.
After having a moment to rest, I admired myself in the mirror. I brushed my hair back and took a small measure of pride that my makeup hadn’t smeared. I looked at the clock and saw that it was getting late.
“When’s Mom going to be home?” I asked while wiping lipstick off onto my hand.
“She’s not coming home tonight,” Dad said with a sinister smile.
“Dad,” I said, growing concerned, “Where’s Mom?”
“Oh, she went with Twilight on their first ever mother / daughter camping trip,” Dad said calmly, “In fact, I think the fun is just getting started even as we speak.”
