Date: Fri, 18 Nov 2011 20:23:23 -0800 (PST) From: Victoria Subject: Todd's Bitch 9 "Lick it like a lollipop, Brandy...you know how! There...that's better! Your father does enjoy having his manhood licked! I personally find it quite unappealing, but you seem quite at home down there on your knees servicing him! That's so sweet!" I pulled my mouth off Dad's cock and looked up at her, a bit dizzy from what was happening, but still with it enough to question what she was saying. How did I get in this position, your pretty typical mid western teenager, dressed in a pink nightie and sucking off my own Dad right in the living room? The drapes weren't even closed, what would happen if someone saw me like this? "Mom, please...it's bad enough you're making me suck off Dad for punishment, but I don't want to hear about you two having sex...eewwwww!" "Punishment? Why I would think you would want to show your gratitude for having a father who cares enough for you to explore your gender dysfunction...after all miss princess, it was you who developed the craving for my lingerie, and then there's your "other cravings, dark and forbidden", shall we say? It's Saturday evening darling, and that's when your father typically feels randy and in need of servicing. I told you it was time for you to stop slacking and start doing more chores around here." I thought...couldn't I just do the dishes all week or something, maybe clean the garage? Dad said my mother was always "theatrical". I guess that's how she comes up with these strange ideas. When she called me into the living room and told me it was time for Daddy's blow job I must admit it felt weird. I mean my Dad did slip it into my mouth the other night when he thought I was asleep, Todd spooning me and pinching my nipple, his cock softened but still deep up my ass pussy. It was weird, like a dream sucking him like that in the dark, swallowing his thick salty pudding. Ass pussy, that's what Todd told me to call my asshole now. But back to reality! Dad was going along with this degradation, this "punishment". He had stripped down to his white undershirt and his white crew socks, so when I entered the living room and saw him like that, his cock bouncing around, I knew what was in store for me. I was curious, nervous but a bit excited too. I wasn't repulsed though, kinda weird, don't you think? I was feeling really girly, I had spent the last few hours wearing a white lace garter belt with white stockings attached, covered by the prettiest little pink nightie you ever saw! Mr. Andre pointed it out to mother the other day at his shop, saying how sweet her little boy would be in it, and of course she had to have it! It really is a beautiful garment, it's made of nylon tricot, very silky baby pink with white lace embellishments above the breast line and around the hem. The sleeves are capped in an almost juvenile fashion. I was without panties, I know that's a bit naughty, but the truth is I haven't been able to keep my hands off my little prick! "Barbara, will you shut up so I can concentrate on spilling my seed? I'd like to get this over with as soon as possible." "Oh sorry, son...no offense...you're doing fine work down there...just keep it up, and watch your teeth on Daddy's cock!" "Honestly Barbara, if I didn't think ridding my body of semen once a week was medically necessary for testicular health..I mean you don't want to back up your plumbing after all...and a mouth...is a mouth." "Yes, Martin it IS a health issue, and for that matter it's a health issue for Brandy here as well. She must also spill her seed, inferior though it may be. At least it may be a health issue for a while anyway..." "What are you saying Barbara? Certainly you don't expect me to orally drain my own son? After all, I'm not queer!" I continued to bob up and down on Dad's cock. It was really hard now, and thickly veined. I wondered if I would gag when he shot his cum...and how would it taste...would it taste like my own? When I first began sucking Dad's cock, the cock that made me, knowing Mom was watching and approving, well...it felt really weird! Talk about a modern family! It made me so embarrassed, but I tried to not think about her watching, or whose cock I was sucking, I just let my mouth and mind focus on pleasing the cock in my mouth. Just suck it...just suck it! I had become a very focused young cock sucker! "Very well Martin, I will leave you both to finish up, and however you do it, I do expect our son to be relieved of sexual tension as well. Brandy, it won't take long for ejaculation, your father never had much stamina I'm afraid. In case you don't wish to swallow there is a box of tissue there on the end table, do be tidy about things. And be sure to spray some air freshener when you're done. I'll be in the bath, dears..." I relaxed a bit and felt Dad relax too. Having Mom in the room while this was going on was really distracting. He was sitting in his faux leather recliner, scooted right up the the edge so his balls hung free in front of me. They were saggy nuts for sure, but I liked feeling them, they were shaved. I thought that was pretty cool, probably some demand made by my mother. Come to think of it his pubes were pretty well trimmed too. Actually Dad's cock reminded me of my own, but it was a bit bigger and definitely fatter. We're circumcised, and Dad took some deep breaths when I deep throated the entire shaft. I guess practicing on Todd's big black cock has opened up my throat for men, because I didn't gag or anything. I pulled off his cock with a pop, and looked up into his eyes. "Dad, do you like me like this...I mean dressing like a girl, acting like a girl?" The man had what can only be described as a pained look on his face. He reached down with his right hand, grabbed my curly hair, grunted, and pulled my mouth back down on his throbbing dick! "Well son, I love you no matter who you are....but I have to tell you...." I looked into his eyes for the remainder of his comments, constantly working my mouth up and down his hard shaft, using my tongue to lick the underside of his cock whenever possible. He only seemed to get harder. The blood seemed to pulse in that thick vein running up the bottom of his shaft. "When I see you in that little pink nightie, and that garter belt and stockings, and that angelic look at your face, with blush on your cheeks..." My eyes grew wide and I reached down to stroke my little cock under the nightie. As I did so I wrapped the silky pink material of the nightie around my cock, pumping furiously. "and your mouth, your sweet mouth wrapped around my meat...." Dad grabbed my hair with both hands now, and with he raised his ass off the the recliner, began to move his hips and grind into my face, fucking my mouth. I felt weak, kind of dizzy I guess. "it makes me wanna FUCKIN BLOW!" With Dad shoving it as far down my throat I finally DID gag, and I choked. Dad just ignored me, shaking and groaning, until the sixth or seventh volley of his cum shot down my throat, then he eased up on his grip, his thighs still shaking. I was so excited, I guess by being forcibly face fucked like that, I spurt my cum all over myself, the inside of my nightie, and on the carpeting. Mother would NOT be pleased! As I gently licked his cock, cleaning it, and licked and cleaned his balls he just looked down on me and winked at me the way he does, then took his hand and ruffled my hair and smiled. "Did you spurt, son? You do look a mess!" "Yes, Dad, while you were using my mouth like that, it was pretty intense!" "Oh, you like to be skull fucked? Well. I'll keep that in mind. You know son, you look quite natural dressed like a girl. It's OK, Daddy understands." He patted me on the cheek gently and smiled at me. "The nice thing is you shot your load so I won't have to bother with stroking you off, just remember Daddy isn't a girly boy like you, son." "Umm, OK Dad I guess. Do you really think I'm girlish?" "Oh yes, definitely, you always have been... I used to be so embarrassed around the other dads when watching you at sports. You always threw like a girl, and now we know why. That's why when you came to me all upset and told me you wouldn't be going out for sports anymore, and that you wanted to get involved in the drama club at school... I wasn't surprised, but yes...I was disappointed a little. I have to admit it made me a bit sick to my stomach when you auditioned for the role of Annie in your freshman year. However when you and Mom practiced here for your audition and I saw the way she made you up all I could think about was your pretty lips and how naturally you took to wearing that little red dress. And just remember, your mother always wanted a daughter! I swear I've not seen her this happy in years. Now Brandy, give Daddy a kiss and get off to bed. Thank you for the servicing. There's a good girl!" I leaned over and kissed him silently on his bristly cheek, was I really that much of a male disappointment? I guess. Dad just tensed up and pulled me back down close to his spent penis. "That's sweet, Brandy, but I want you to kiss my cock good night. There's a big reluctant gob of my semen that's about to leak out. Always make sure a man is completely drained, son! Kissing a cock goodbye is something every obedient cock sucker needs to learn...it's a proper deference to manhood." I did it. I just obeyed, and didn't question. Sometimes a you just have to learn from your Dad. I felt weird, guilty or something for a minute, and I scurried off to the bathroom to rinse out the semen stain in my nightie and wipe up. Mother had left the bathroom and it was all steamy. I washed up a bit, looking at myself in the mirror and I could smell her perfume, it was sitting out on the counter, White Diamonds by Elizabeth Taylor. Mom always liked that real fuzzy black and white commercial of Liz Taylor in her shoulder padded gown throwing her diamond earrings on the table for her studly lover to wager. She always said Liz was "a classy broad", and loved the scent of that perfume. I guess I liked it too. I picked up the bottle and sprayed a bit of it on the back of my neck, then lifted my nightie and sprayed my dinkie. Dinkie, I didn't mean to tell you that! That's what mom calls my penis. I realized what a sissy I was being and quickly put the perfume bottle down and went off to bed, not seeing anyone. As I drifted off to sleep I thought about what the people in my life were trying to tell me, and my deepest darkest desires. I reached down and grabbed my hard little cock. I pulled down the covers, pulled up my pink nightie up around my nipples (gosh the fabric felt amazing on my nipples) and laying there on my back I stroked it. Faster and faster I stroked, and I thought about cocks, comparing the taste of my Dad with Todd and even Mr. Andre. The smell of the perfume on me made me think about being all dressed up like a movie star and giving it up to some Hollywood stud. I began to shake and squeal a little and shot my sissy goo in heavy spurts all over my soft, smooth pudgy tummy. I saw the shadow of a pair of feet right outside my bedroom door, and wondered which of my parents were listening to me cum like a girl. At that point it didn't matter I just had to blow! After I came down from the orgasm I sat up in bed, holding the nightie away from my body to keep it dry. I lifted it off me and wiped myself dry with tissues from my nightstand. Sometimes after I cum I get embarrassed, or feel guilty, since I usually think of some pretty twisted stuff while I jerk, not the stuff a typical teen guy would jack off to. I felt disgusted with myself, that I should stand up to people, be a man. I took the nightie and the panties and threw them across my room. I quickly removed the garter belt and stockings, not caring if I made the stockings run, flung them aside too, and I crawled under the covers naked, smooth, but male.