“Uh, hello,” I muttered, suavely, to the pretty young lady who had been sitting on the living room couch until I opened the door. She was getting up to greet me. As she crossed the room I took in her features. There was something uncannily familiar about her. I couldn’t quite place her yet but she definitely had a lot of my wife’s features. Perhaps this was one of the scads of cousins from her extended family.
“Welcome home!” she said, bubbling over with what seemed like a mix of excitement and nervousness. As she leaned over to kiss me on the cheek, I took in the scent of her perfume and felt the warmth of her body near me. She stood back and looked at me, taking me in and disconcerting me even more. Seeing how perplexed I was, she frowned before saying, “I imagine that a bit of explanation is in order.” She returned to the couch, patting the cushion next to her, inviting me to sit down.
“This has been a long time in coming,” she said. “Mother and I started work on this plan back on my Sweet Sixteen.”
I was glad to be sitting as the realization that hit me would have knocked me to the ground otherwise. This beautiful young woman next to me was related to my wife, all right. She was my son!
“Stephen, what happened to you?” I stammered.
“Nothing that I didn’t want to happen, Daddy,” he said with a gentle, feminine lilt in his voice. He sounded and looked exactly like a young lady, reminiscent of his mother when she was his age. “Mother and I have been hatching this plan for a year now. She’s given you to me.”
“What on earth – “
“She knows, Daddy. She found pictures of you with other men. She found the notes that you wrote to them. She knows more about you than you do… and so do I. She knows what you need and I intend to give it to you.”
“But, Stephen, I – “
“Be quiet, Daddy,” she said and I knew she meant it. “You’re not in a position to say or do anything that I don’t want you to say or do. That is, unless you want to lose your family, your house, or even your livelihood. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Stephen.”
“Do I look like a ‘Stephen’? You’re to call me Stephanie unless you’re told otherwise. Understood?”
“Yes, Stephanie.”
Needless to say, this wasn’t what I expected today. My wife and I had been distant for the last few years. I had gone outside of my marriage to fulfill some urges that I wasn’t proud of – the desire to submit to the desires of another, and the urge to be with another man. And now, here was the answer to my prayers – a very domineering person with penis. But, my own son!
“Good. That’s good Daddy,” she said, reaching up a hand to caress my cheek. Such a familiar touch from my own flesh and blood filled me with a bit of revulsion. I must have pulled back a bit as her hand quickly came down on my cheek with a sharp smack.
“Don’t you dare pull away from me, Daddy. I’ve seen you on your knees with a man’s cock in your mouth and one in your ass. A nice touch from your daughter is much less invasive, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Stephanie.”
“I’m glad we agree. Daddy, I don’t know if you realize this but from now on, I own you. Every inch of you. Do you know why that is?”
“Uh, because you’ve got those photos?” “That’s close. But, even if I didn’t have those photographs of you, Daddy, I know that you’re a slut. A little cocksucking slut who’s been dying to be owned for who knows how long. I’m taking ownership of you, Daddy. You’re going to serve someone and that someone is I. I’ve read the words of pleading that you’ve written to strangers on the Internet. You really need to clear your chat history, Daddy. I’ve read you pleading and begging for things to happen to you that still make me blush. I may be able to do those things to you someday but, for now, you’ll do anything and everything I say.”
I nodded, not necessarily ashamed of the things I had done but remorseful that I had been caught and that my son and wife had been exposed to everything.
“Now, stand up and take off your clothes. I want to see what I own,” Stephanie commanded.
Depending on how you were raised, it may be strange or not to be in a state of undress in front of your teenage son. Regardless, though, stripping so that your son – dressed as a beautiful woman – can see what he owns is far from normal. I undid my shirt but when I got to my pants I hesitated long enough to garner a swift smack on the ass from Stephanie. “Do it, Daddy. Show it all to me.”
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on by all of this. I had been searching for so long for someone to do exactly what Stephen was doing to me that this was at once both a dream and a nightmare. It was obvious to him just how excited all of this made me when he was presented with my fully erect cock..