“Because she’s as dumb as they come,” I said, the majority of his women being as bright as a ten-watt bulb.
“Actually she’s attending Harvard,” he said. “Third year. Biochemistry.”
“No way,” I scoffed, that just not seeming possible. She looked and spoke like a bimbo.
“True story,” he nodded, “she’s as brilliant as you are, yet she flew out here just to be my slut for the weekend. And she paid for the cabin rental.”
“No way,” the idea too ludicrous to be true, yet why else would she be here with someone twice her age… with a guy who was a four at best, while she was a twelve out of ten.
He ignored my response and continued, “But all chicks, smart or dumb, feminist or not, get weak in the knees at the sight of a big, fat cock.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I repeated, still not buying his bullshit… his entire life had been full of bullshit.
“You’re a genius, right?” He asked.
“I’m in the top ten percent,” I shrugged, although it was really more like the top one percent, but I wasn’t a blowhard asshole like someone else in the room.
“What happens to your Mensa brain when you see a hot girl, a big pair of tits or you’re watching porn?” he asked.
I didn’t respond right away, as he’d finally made a point I couldn’t argue against. Once the blood started rushing into my lower head, my upper head changed. I wasn’t as smart, but in my fantasies I became a much different person… suddenly in a stunning flash of dismayed clarity I realized I became just like my father… dominant and smug… both things I wasn’t in real life. Well, even at normal times I could be smug around people I found insipid.
“Exactly,” he said, reading my mind. “Women aren’t as different from men as society would like us to think. They like sex, but they’re not supposed to admit it. They crave big cocks like we crave big tits. In the end, behind the facade of propriety is the truth: given the opportunity, most women have an inner slut who wants to come out and play.”
“And your big dick provides that opportunity?” I asked, only partially sarcastic.
“Almost every woman will indeed take the opportunity once they know what I have,” he bragged.
“Just the sluts,” I countered, not able to fathom any classy woman falling for his malarkey, even though some of the women he’d been with since the divorce had seemed classy… at least at first.
“Is your Mother a slut?” he asked.
“Huh?” I asked. I was stunned he would have the gall to ask that. Since he left us Mom hadn’t dated anyone. She was anything but a slut, and he knew I would support her over him every time.
“Do you know I still fuck your Mother?” he asked, a smug smile on his face.
“No way,” I denied, even though I could see he was telling the truth. He was too arrogant to lie: he was who he was and if he said something you didn’t like, tough shit.
“She still even dresses the way I expect her to,” he added.
“The nylons,” I said, instantly knowing, having noticed that his women were always in nylons, but somehow had never made the connection it was his doing. For a smart guy, I can be pretty dumb sometimes.
“You noticed,” he nodded. “It’s my thing.”
Before I even had time to think, I acknowledged we had something else in common as I added, “Mine too.”
“Cool: like father, like son,” he said, before adding, “you see, once you give a woman the fucking she craves with a big, fat dick like the ones we have, she can never say no to you.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. I have fucked a woman on her wedding day, both before and after her forever ‘I do’s’. I have fucked a church minister’s wife and daughter while he was giving a sermon. I have fucked more than one woman while her small-dicked husband watched, and I have fucked your Mother in dozens of wild places, including in the ass at your debate championship,” he listed proudly.
“You did what?” I asked, astounded, in awe of his list of crazy shit, but blown away at hearing him say he fucked Mom’s ass, and worse yet while they were supposed to be watching me as I won State.
“No offense son, but debate championships are the most boring things ever,” he said.
I wasn’t surprised he’d ditched it, but Mom had too, and to get her ass fucked???
Finally I said it, my tone one of disbelief, “You sodomize Mom?”
“Never used the word sodomize, but yeah she loves it in the ass, and since I don’t want kid number two, I only use her mouth and ass,” he admitted.
“You’re a dick,” I said, disgusted.
“And a big one,” he agreed, just as Portia returned to the cabin.
“Not as big as mine,” I said smugly.
“There ya go,” he roared, before he said, “Babe, do you know what I learned today?”
“No, what, honey?” she asked.
“My son has an even bigger dick than mine,” he announced, in the same way my Mother would brag about my debate championship.
“Good for him,” she said, looking at me with a smile as she slipped out of her runners, which looked ludicrous with her outfit anyway. Then, like I did anytime a woman was in nylon-clad feet in front of me, I stared at her purple painted toenails, encased so attractively in her mocha-coloured nylons.
“I also learned he’s a virgin,” he added smugly.
“I didn’t know eighteen-year-old virgins even existed,” she said, not in a cruel way, but in a genuinely surprised way.
“I’m out of here,” I said, mortified at being humiliated like this. How dare he out me like that? And to a girl!
Portia suddenly showed some real class when she grabbed my hand and brought me to a dead halt saying, her voice so soft and sweet, as my cock instantly hardened, “Sweetheart! It’s okay. We were all virgins once.”
“Yeah, until I was like fourteen,” my Dad joked.
“Don’t listen to your father,” Portia said, “there is no right or wrong time to lose your cherry.”
“How about now?” Dad asked.
“What?” Portia asked, looking at him surprised. I too had a similar look. Was he going to let me fuck his super- hot girlfriend? Would I actually do it?
“Well, he loves nylons and hot sluts and you love a big, fat cock, so it looks to me like a match made in heaven,” Dad pontificated benignly, as if this were the most logical thing ever.
“He’s your son,” Portia pointed out the obvious.
I couldn’t say anything; I was completely speechless.
“Look at the tent in his pants,” Dad said, pointing to my very erect dick. “He seems to like the idea.”
“Dad, I….” I began.
“Just show it to her,” Dad suggested.
Portia interjected, “William, this isn’t appropriate.”
“Whip it out right now, son,” he ordered, ignoring the woman’s common-sense objection, just like he always did with Mom.
My cock was awkwardly stuck in a weird position in my underwear, and for some reason I wanted to show this hot woman how big I actually was, and to see if my Dad’s theory was actually true. He did say a woman would do anything. And sucking her boyfriend’s son’s dick right in front of him would be a real good descriptor of anything. So I pulled down my pants and underwear in one quick plummet and let my Dad’s girlfriend see my nine-and-a-half-inch-long cock with its seven-inch circumference.