NEW STORY TITLE: Asher’s Cock Opportunity. (Incest/Taboo)
Asher finds her Dad a bit tied up and can’t help herself.
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So, yeah. My name is Asher. I’m you’re not-so-average high schooler. I’m 18, that’s required by law, a senior for as little while longer, and a futa. For those that don’t know what a futa is, why are you even reading this?
How I became a futa isn’t really important to this story… yet. Let’s just say it involved making several life choices and agreements that I’ll probably regret further down the road… starting about chapter 18 or so. But for now, I’m a hot girl with a bit extra. Well, more than a bit, really; otherwise, what’s the point?
Let’s see, oh yeah, me. I was a skinny white girl with crappy skin, mussy hair, and a flat chest. Now, I’m still that white girl but with an awesome figure, hair that stays in any style I want, clear skin, and a pair you just want to bury your face in.
I live at home with my mom, dad, and brother. I have a sister, too, but she moved out when she started college across town.
My mom, Angela, is a total manipulative bitch. It’s probably because she’s always been gorgeous and, unfortunately, always known it. Her family was rather well-to-do and doted on her like a princess. She always got what she wanted and was even a frickin’ cheerleader in high school.
Why she married my dad, I don’t know. I mean, I know why I’d marry him, but I don’t know what made her do it. Dad was a dork in school, bookish, and not popular. Apparently, he liked to work with his hands, though.
Mom’s the disciplinarian of the family. I wasn’t surprised to find bondage gear in that box she keeps beside her bed that I’m not supposed to know about. She’s uptight, strict, and mean to my dad. From the fights I wasn’t supposed to overhear, I don’t even think they’ve slept together in over a year. She’s apparently holding out on him for some reason.
My dad, on the other hand, is a sweetie. A nice guy with a dad bod coming on, but he’s still handsome. I mean, I’d fuck him, but I’m getting ahead of myself. Dad is the one always taking care of me behind Mom’s back after she’s gone off on one of her holier-than-thou tirades. She’s not religious, just a bitch.
Dad recently lost his job of like a decade and is currently doing the house-dad thing while looking for something new. Mom, on the other hand, is a corporate bigwig, which is something else that feeds her ego. If she weren’t such a prude (yeah, I know the bondage thing surprised me too,) I’d bet she’s probably got a piece or two on the side that she keeps tied up in her office at work.
Thomas, my older brother by two years, is in college here at the local community college but still living at home. He’s that shy, quiet type of nerd who’s into video games and wearing the hood of his hoodie up while in the house. He’s cute, and if he cleaned himself up a bit, could easily nab himself a girlfriend… or a boyfriend, I don’t judge. He’s a good ear, even if I don’t know if he’s listening half the time. Plus, he’s got a car and will take me places if I ask nicely.
My sister Remmi is a senior at the state college across town. She got herself a gymnastics scholarship and didn’t have to bother with the community college. She won the genetic lottery of the family and inherited mom’s rockin’ good looks. She does great makeup, has stylish clothes and is smooth, if you know what I mean. Sadly, she moved out right about the time I could have really used her help with all of that. We always picked on one another, but what sisters didn’t?
This all started… well… how do I put this? I’m horny, like all the time. It wasn’t hard finding a boy willing to do a little sexual exploring with me, but I found they aren’t that great at it. I’ve heard men are better, but I haven’t had the nerve to go there yet. Girls, though, girls are amazing in bed.
My best friend Terri, who turned 18 before I did, has been my best friend forever. She lives two streets over and rides the same bus as me. We talk boys and occasionally girls. It seems that she and I are on the same hormonal level most of the time and have the same tastes. Don’t get me wrong, she can be a bitch on occasion and delight in my suffering, but I try and return the favor when I can. That’s what being friends means, right?
Let’s see… anyone else important? No, not really, I guess. So, back to how I ended up with my father’s cock down my throat.
That all started after Dad walked in on me getting dressed after a shower. I know, so cliche, right? But it really was unintentional; I just forgot to lock the door. It was one of those awkward moments that you try not to think about. But when I started thinking about it, it seemed like my father lingered just a little longer than he should have before apologizing and hurrying out. Of course, he never mentioned it again and pretended it never happened. But once my horny little mind got ahold of something, it tended to dwell.
Of course, I didn’t really think about my dad that way, who does? And he’d never once made any kind of inappropriate advances. It wasn’t until I borrowed my dad’s computer to do some schoolwork that things changed. While working, I came across a few bookmarks he’d forgotten to hide. Once I knew he had hidden ones, I snooped until I found those as well.
They were all father-daughter porn sites. While I was shocked at first, my hornyness overcame that quickly with all the cute girls and not-quite dad bod guys. I copied all the links and sent them to my phone to explore later.
And that’s how I discovered futa. I’d never heard of it before. I was just going down the list of sites my dad had and there was a whole group of futa sites. Most of them had both daughter and dad pitching, which sent my imagination soaring to a whole new level. I mean, I knew my dad was a bit weird, but he seemed so… boring. The thought of him with someone’s cock up his ass was… OK, the more I thought about it, the hotter it became.
When I asked Terri about futa, she said she’d love to find one. If she ever did, she’d probably marry them. It was too bad they didn’t exist in the sense they were depicted in all the hentai.
After that, I couldn’t stop thinking about futa. Of course, whenever I thought about it, I always returned to thinking about my dad. I tried pushing the thoughts aside, but they kept creeping back until I found myself spying on Dad… you know, for the sake of curiosity.
I tried catching a peak of him all over the place. The pool in the backyard, him doing the dishes, getting out of the shower (that didn’t work out so well.) Finally, I’d taken to waking up in the middle of the night and spying on him in bed. Luckily, he liked to sleep nude, but I’d yet to have the courage to yank back his covers while he was sleeping.
It was one such night that I hit the jackpot. I’d gone to bed early, my brother already asleep as he had early classes the next day. I’d hoped my mom and dad would go to bed early as well, and I was rewarded when I heard them padding past my room.
I wasn’t a futa yet, just a horny girl with torrid thoughts and filthy fantasies. I cracked my door just as they closed theirs. I looked at my phone and set an alarm for an hour before laying down to do some serious scrolling of porn sites.
By the time my alarm rumbled in my hand, I was so wound up from the porn I was probably going to have to change the sheets.
Sticking my head out of my door, I didn’t see a light under my parents’ door. I slunk down the hall, listening for any sign they were still awake and was surprised to hear a moan coming from their bedroom.
I’d never heard my parents having sex, ever. Never accidentally walked in on them, nothing. That was how rare they probably did it.
When I got to the door, I could hear that it was my father moaning. In a low voice, he was begging my mom to do something, but I couldn’t hear what it was. My mom said something to the negative and then followed it up with a snarky comment I did manage to hear.
“Finally! Now I can take a shower in peace!”
A moment later, I heard the shower start and the door to the bathroom in their bedroom close. I could hear my dad whimpering and couldn’t help myself, I cracked the door.
Inside, my father was naked and strapped to the bed. He was face up, blindfolded and had the most raging hardon I’d ever seen. I opened the door a little more and saw the bathroom door was indeed closed.
My dad moaned pitifully again. Seems mom had promised to play with him if she could tie him to the bed. Once she’d trussed him up, she’d left him to suffer. This pissed me off. I’d never trick someone like that… well, I’d trick them, but I’d end up following through in the end.