My Father, My Lover I: Being Discovered

100% fiction!

Main Characters:

Daniel Robertson: 24 / Narrorator of the story / Happy being male, but has a cross-dressing fetish / son of Jason & Heather, brother to Selene / Currently living on foodstamps and unemployement

Jason Robertson: 44 / Father of Daniel & Selene, husband to Heather / Engaged in a secret sexual relationship with Daniel / Computer Software Programmer, works from home

Supporting Characters:

Heather Robertson: 46 / Mother of Daniel & Selene, wife to Jason / Stay at home wife & mother / ignorant of Jason's relationship with Daniel

Selene Robertson: 18 / Sister of Daniel, daughter of Jason & Heather / High School Student / Ignorant of Daniel's relationship with Jason

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Even though it was four years ago, I remember it like it was yesterday...

My name is Daniel, and this is the story of how my family was completely torn apart. The end of it is this: I'm no longer welcome at home, my parents are getting a divorce, and my kid sister--nor my mother--won't speak to my father and I any more than they have to. I guess I can't blame them, considering all that has transpired since that fateful day.

I was up late on my twentieth birthday, of all nights. Technically, it was no longer my birthday, as it was already three o'clock in the morning. But I was still up. You see, I'm slightly addicted to sex. Not so much that I feel I need it constantly, but enough that if I don't get it once a week, I end up enlisting the help of "Johnny 5-fingers". Plus, I have a fetish.

I love crossdressing.

Don't get me wrong, I'm a man in every sense of the word. Except for whem I get horny. Generally, I like to start off crossdressed when I have sex. For some reason, the feel of women's clothes on my body furthers my arousal.

So as I said, I was up still at three in the morning. I don't know why, but I went to the living room to do my thing. Knowing that I would, I had earlier that day snuck some of my mother's clothes out of her closet. So there I sat on the living room couch, fully dressed in these items: thigh-high tan pantyhose with five inch lace at the top, held up by a six hook garter belt. A black lacy bra that did nothing to hide my nipples. A body-shaping garter belt on my torso. Around my shoulders was a white, satin blouse, left open, and finally I wore a matching white, long skirt (which was pulled up, of course). I opted to wear no panties.

There was no pornography of any kind in front of me. I was simply sitting there in my mother's clothes, stroking myself. I jumped to my feet when I heard my father walk into the room, allowing the skirt to fall to its full length. "Dad," I remember saying. "What are you doing up so early?"

"I should be asking you the same thing," my dad had replied, standing there in just his night robe. It was closed, but I was certain he was naked underneath--that's how he preferred to sleep.

I began stammering, unable to complete a full sentence at first. "Dad, I... you see..." Finally, I put together a thought. "It's not what it looks like. Doing this every now and then helps me get off."

"It's okay, son," said my dad, looking me over. "Actually, you don't look half bad in your mother's clothes." Slightly confused by this, I didn't know what to say, and remained silent. Meanwhile, my father slowly circled behind me. "You don't look back at all. But--" he unzipped the six-inch zipper in the rear of the skirt, "--you could do without the skirt."

My father worked his hands underneath the band of the skirt, taking a firm hold of my hips as he let it drop to the floor. I had never had a gay experience before, and I certainly had not intended to have one that night. However, I was too horny to protest. The next thing I knew, my father was slowly bending me forward, over the arm of the couch. I quickly grabbed the towel from the floor, placing it on the cushions to catch my cum. I felt my father spit on my asshole to lubricate it, and no doubt he had done the same to his dick.

"Ooh," moaned my father quietly, parting my ass cheeks with his palms. "Such a tight, virgin ass."

On many occassions, I had heard from friends that the first few times, anal sex hurt. But as my father eased his cock inside of me, all I felt was pleasure. It was incredible. It was mind-numbingly incredible. I soon heard his body slapping against mine, while I stroked myself vigorously.

Amazingly enough, my father and I unloaded at the same time. It felt a bit odd, having cum squirted into my ass, but it also felt better than I can describe. The thing was, when it was over, he didn't pull out of me.

"What are you waiting for?" I asked. He quickly answered me, but not with words. A moment after my question, he began moving again. It didn't take him long to cum again, and he made me shoot off a second time myself. Finally, he pulled out of me slowly, and went back to bed without a word. Little did I know at the time that this event was merely the start of a long journey that would not end well.

--To Be Continued--

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