Who's the Dumbass Now Dad

All characters are fictional and 18 years or older.

I would like to thank woodlands1946 and younghrted2 for taking the time to review my story

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The first time I ever whacked off, it was while thinking of my mother. To me she's the sexiest thing going. She has beautiful legs, a well-toned figure, and an ass and set of tits to die for. Her big puffy lips, blue eyes, and black hair just drive me crazy.

Once I caught her bending over to pick something up from the living room floor. She was wearing a short mini skirt, and I got to see her pretty pink panties. To this day I, can still imagine taking my hand and running my fingers under the lacey material, finger-fucking her to total bliss.

Knowing my mother would never in her right mind let me fuck her, I never thought such a thing would ever happen - not until I had a lucky break and a wonderful plan entered my tiny brain. I think the devious thought came from some other being, and they injected their thoughts into my mind. I did, however, consider myself the luckiest guy around. At least, at that time I did.

You see, this all happened when I found out my dad had been shagging younger women behind my mom's back. A friend of mine, Donny, just happened to be the son of the owner of a motel located across town. The other day Donny came over to my place for some game play on the PS-3. On our way up to my room, he noticed a family portrait that hung on the wall leading up the staircase.

He glanced at the picture and yelled to me, "Hey, I know that guy. He frequents my dad's establishment about once a week with younger girls. We call him 'Old Perv.'"

"Can't be," I told him with a pissed-off look on my face. I thought to myself, my dad might be an asshole but he's still my father, and this friend of mine was running his name into the dirt.

"No Mike, I wouldn't diss you like that. Your dad is a serious pervert! I'm sure that's him. I'll even bet on it."

"If you want to make a bet on it, I'll need some more proof than just your word. I still think you're wrong. My dad is kind of average looking, and I think you're mistaking him for someone else."

"Hey, what if I record him next time he comes by? No way you could deny it wasn't him, then."

"If you get him on video, and I see that it's my father with my own eyes, I'll give you my PS-3 unit."

"Mike, you got yourself a deal, Man! Tell you what, I'll do you one better. I'll record him in the room with the chick! We have a mini-camera we don't use, and I'll set it up in the room before he gets there.

"Okay Donny, we got a deal, then. Let's cut out all this bullshit and go play some games," I said, still thinking to myself he's full of shit.

At school the following week, Donny handed me a DVD, with a big smile on his face. "I hope you don't welch on bets! I said I'd get your dad on video, and there's no mistaking that it's him."

I took the DVD from him and said "Okay, Dude, let me take a look. If it's him, you got yourself a PS-3."

After school I immediately went up to my room and fired up my laptop. I put in the DVD and let it play. Donny was correct. There, staring at me on the screen, was my old man. Sure enough, he entered the room with this girl around my age. Looking a little closer, I thought she looked familiar. Then it hit me! The girl looked a lot like my older sister. Not only is my dad a cheating pervert, he wants to fuck Sis! I guess I know where I get my tendency for incest.

I watched as the video played, and the two of them got into it pretty quick. I think they should change my dad's nickname from 'Old Perv' to 'Speedy.' I don't think the girl had a chance to even get wet. He was over before he began. The entire video was over in around 30 minutes from start to finish. When it was over I turned it off and laid down on my bed and stared up at the ceiling.

As I lay there and reminisced over the video, I thought to myself,

What a piece of shit my father is. How could he ever consider screwing anyone else when he's got such a gorgeous woman as my mom at home? I'd be fucking her every free second I had.

Then I thought,

What would my sister do if she found out how Dad liked sex with girls that look like her?

That's when the wheels started to turn.

What would Mom do if she also found out what I knew? How would she react? Would she kick him out of the house, and divorce his sorry ass? And what about revenge? Would I be able to get my mother to think about having sex with a younger guy to get even with him? What if Dad was forced to watch and see what it's like to be cheated on? Would I be able to get Mom to go for such a crazy idea?

The younger guy would be me, of course, but I knew she'd never go for that - never in a million years. So how do I get her to fuck me without knowing who I am? Thinking, thinking, thinking, I finally came up with a plan. A plan that had small chance of success, but in my mind it was worth a try. First I would have to get Mom to agree with it, and then work on the details from there.

I heard my mom yell that supper was ready; I was the first one to sit down at the table. Dad had just come home from work and sat down at the head of the table. He didn't waste any time belittling me.

"So, Michael, how's your last year of school going? Do you think maybe you're going to graduate, or are we going to see you repeat your senior year?"

What a fucker.

I thought to myself.

But that's how it's been for as long as I can remember. Nothing I do is good enough for him in his eyes. I'm just a dumb-ass because I maintain a B average and not the Honor Roll like he did in school.

So I blew off his comment and hesitantly responded to his smart-ass remark, "Okay, Dad. Just trying to enjoy my last year." I faked a smile and returned to my meal.

"Oh, so trying to get your grades up isn't that important in your last year? What kind of a job do you think you're going to get with such low grades? I mean, your mother and I aren't going to carry you, anymore. It's time for you to 'man up' and think what you're going to do after school is out."

"Yeah, I know, Dad. I was thinking maybe I'd go to a trade school and take up construction. I like to work with my hands and build things."

"So you want us to fork over more money? So you can be a general laborer?" Dad protested in a stern voice.

Mom entered the dining room from the kitchen and overheard Dad's comments, and decided to speak her mind. "Howard, leave Mike alone. If he wants to be a contractor, then that's what it is! And yes, we're going to pay, just like we're paying for your Princess to go to college!" my mother huffed with an agitated look on her face.

Princess is what Dad calls my sister - his Little Princess. For some reason him saying that always pisses Mom off.

I mumbled to myself, "Yeah. You want to fuck your Little Princess don't you, Howard?"

I put on my best smile and looked at Mom, mouthing the words 'thank you' to her. She smiled back at me and gave me a little wink. Sitting down in her chair, my mother started to eat her half-cold meal. I don't think I ever saw Mom eat a warm meal. By the time she finished in the kitchen, and then served Dad his plate and drink, her plate would be cold. I happened to still be looking at Mom when she sat down. I couldn't help but feel myself get excited by the way she was dressed today.

Talk about low cut! The dress that draped over her succulent body was very low cut, and her very impressive chest burst out of the top of it. Her cleavage pushed together and formed a wonderful valley. I just wanted to put my head between those beautiful tits and run my nose between them. I imagined taking one of her boobs in my mouth and sucking on it, like I was a starved infant.

I turned my head quickly when I noticed my mother looking at me. I'm not sure if she caught me as I was gawking at her, or not. It didn't matter because Dad started to speak again.

"Sure, Honey, we'll pay for his college. Oh, and I don't know if I told you or not; I have to return to work after supper. We had a big meeting at work today, and I have a presentation to complete for tomorrow morning."

"No, you didn't, Dear. And it seems to me you have a lot of these meetings anymore, with an awful lot of these next-day rushes."

"I know. It's this new department head. He's a real ball-buster," my dad said, trying to put a convincing look on his face.

Yeah, and I know the presentation you're going to do tonight, you fucking prick.

Dad finished his last bite, then got up and gave my mother a kiss on the cheek. "I won't be late, Honey. I'll see you later," he said, as he turned and walked away toward the front door.

When I heard Dad leave, I quickly motioned to Mom. "Mom, I think we need to talk later," I said to her, with a concerned look on my face.

"About what?" Mother asked.

"Just something. I'll help you with the dishes first, then we'll talk."

I gave her a hand doing the dishes, figuring that would be a wise thing to do. I didn't want Mom to have to do anything after I dropped the bomb on her about Dad. That way, she would be able to mull everything over in her head without any distractions.

When we finished the last of the dishes, I went into the dining room and took a seat at the table. Mom came in and I gave her a serious gaze. "Mom, you'd better sit down. I have something very important to tell you, about Dad."

Mom took a seat and looked at me, very intensely. "What about your father?"

"Mom, Dad's having an affair, and not just an affair. He's sleeping with younger girls. They look like they might be around my age."

"How do you know this, Mike?"

I didn't want to show her the DVD. I wanted that secret kept to myself, knowing if she knew what the girls looked like, she'd never go for my plan. So I just told her about my friend Donny, and who his dad was, and where Dad had been going.

"Mom, I bet if we waited in the parking lot you'd be able to see for yourself. I can drive you over there."

"No, I'll go myself and see," Mom said, looking quite disturbed about what I had said. I had to think quickly. I didn't want Mom to burst in on Dad and tell him off. Not without me first telling her about my plan for revenge.

"Mom, I don't think that's a good idea. I mean, I don't think you're going to be in any kind of condition to drive if I'm right about Dad. Besides, we can wait at my friend's house, and not in a car where Dad can see you."

Mom paused for a moment, and I could see her mulling over what I had told her. "Okay, Mike, let's go. I hope you're wrong about all this."

I could see how much this was upsetting her, but I was too far gone to back down now. I couldn't help but feel guilty about making her feel this way, even though it was all true. I was still trying to convince myself all this was worth it.

It's going to get me into my mom's pants in the end,

I said to myself as we headed for my car.

I called Donny and told him we were coming over. While we talked on the phone, he glanced out his window and told me he could see Dad's car in the parking lot. As we drove up to the motel, Mom spotted Dad's car.

"That fucking bastard!" Mom furiously spoke.

"We can't be sure yet, Mom, until we see him leave"

"For his fucking sake it better be someone else!" Mom was clinching her hands together.

We entered Donny's home, and I introduced him to Mom. He showed us to the front window and we waited patiently, peeking through the curtains. We didn't have to wait long. 'Speedy' was out of the room in 45 minutes with his blonde fuck-buddy in tow. I had to strain my eyes to see what the girl looked like, since Donny's apartment was so far away from the room. But I was still able to notice that the girl had my sister's appearance. It was a different girl than I had seen in the video with my dad, but this one was very similar looking.

I thought to myself, again,

He must be hand-picking hookers that resemble Sis. But, where did he go to find them? I'll have to follow him and find out. If I want my plan to work, I need him to pick up the right girl.

I heard a commotion behind me and I spun around, just in time to see Mom bolt for the door. I quickly stopped her from leaving the house.

"Mom, hold on. Where are you going?"

"I'm going to kill that fucking prick!"

"Mom, think about this first. You have the advantage right now. Once Dad is aware you're onto him, he'll try and get out of this."

"I have a crazy idea, Mom. After they leave we'll go, and I'll explain it to you. I think revenge would make you feel better." I watched as Mom fought back tears, but she did agree to wait. I went over my plan in my head.

I had to make this believable to her, or it wasn't going to work. I felt confident that my plan would work as I tried to read my mother's mind. I figured my mom would be mad as hell - mad enough for her not to be rational about what I was about to tell her.

As we sat in my car, I glanced over and looked Mom in the eye. I began to speak in a soft, comforting voice. "Sorry, Mom. I was hoping I was wrong, but Dad's a real loser. I can't understand why he would do this to you. I'm very pissed off myself, and have been for a couple days. I knew what Dad'd been doing, but I wanted to see if he'd stopped. That's why I waited until now to tell you about him."

I placed my hand on top of Mom's to show my affection for her. "I got an idea on how you can get even with him, Mom, but I don't know if you'd be interested."

"What's your idea, Mike?" Mom asked, in a cracked voice.

"What about, umm... What if you have sex with a younger guy, but not just that? What if Dad was tied down, and was forced to watch you have sex with this younger stud?" I watched as a look of shock appeared on her face.

"Michael, where did you get this idea? I'm not going to do something like that, even though it would feel like a good punishment for that, that lying, no- good low-life!"

"Hold on, Mom," I said, cutting her off before she got going again. "Just think for a moment. You asked me where I got this idea. Well, it was from me thinking about what Dad has done to you. I thought that making him have to watch you do what he's been doing to you would just rip him up inside. Besides that, Mom, I know for sure getting a young guy would be easy to do. All my friends think you're a fox. I mean, I even think you're sexier than hell."

"Mike! Stop that. I don't like this kind of talk."

"Mom, come on. At least think my idea over, before you do anything else. I can get someone that Dad and you don't know to... well, you know. I really do think you deserve this. You're a person with feelings, too, and Dad's getting away with this for I-don't-know-how-long, isn't right. Just divorcing or tossing him out isn't enough of a punishment; at least not in my book."

Mom's eyes started to tear up again, and she squeezed my hand, looking deep into my eyes. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "You're such a sweet boy, Michael. I promise I'll think your idea over, and I'll let you know what I'm going to do. I just need some time to take this all in. I'm angry and hurt right now. There's just too much for me to think about."

"I know, Mom. I just wish I could make you happy, again."

I started the car and we made a long and very quiet drive home. I knew Mom would be thinking over everything that took place. Only time would tell if Mom would be interested in my idea. How I wished I could have just held her and showed her how much I loved her.

When we arrived at home, I went straight to my room before my dad came in the door. I was lying on my bed when I heard voices talking. Dad must have just arrived, but he and Mom were talking in a normal tone of voice. There was no yelling of any kind.

Maybe Mom is contemplating my idea,

I thought to myself as I turned over on my side. I went to sleep, hoping I had planted a seed in Mom's thoughts.

The next morning was uneventful, like nothing ever took place the night before. Dad was drinking his coffee and heading out for work. He stopped and kissed Mom on the cheek before he went out the front door. "See you tonight, Dear. Oh by the way, I might have to work late again tonight. I won't know until later. I'll call you from the office if I have to stay over a couple of hours."

"Okay, Honey. Mike and I have plans anyway, so it's no big deal," I heard my mother reply to him.

We have plans? What plans are she referring to? Did I forget we're doing something tonight?

I put my hand under my chin and tried to recollect what she might be talking about. I heard Mom coming from the entryway, and she greeted me in the kitchen.

"Okay Mike, I gave your idea some thought. I was going to say 'no' until that bastard just told me he was working late, again. So, what do we have to do to set this plan of yours into action?"

I was so ecstatic, I could hardly answer her. "Well, Mom, nothing for now. Just leave it to me. I'll set this up and let you know when it's a go."

"You better make it quick, Mike. I can't promise you I won't change my mind after today."

"Mom, I have to run this by my friend first and see if he's on board. I also need to find a person that can tie Dad down so he can't leave before he's forced to watch. Then I have to setup a camera so Dad will see you in action."

"A camera? You're going to record me? I don't think I like this idea."

"No, no, Mom. It's not a camera. It just goes to a little screen for viewing. I promise, there's no recording involved." I could see she was not too pleased with that part of the idea. "Listen, Mom, I'll show you the setup first, and if you don't like it I'll think of another way. Okay?"

"Okay, if I see it first," she replied.

I ran up to my room, grabbed the laptop and mini-camera, and quickly set it up in the dining room. Then I showed Mom how it was going to be used. "Okay, Mike, I guess that will work," she said when she understood what was going to happen.

"Great, Mom. Now I have to run before I'm late for school. I'll head over to Dad's office after school, and tail him to find out where Dad meets those girls."

"What do you mean, meets those girls? Aren't they from his work?"

"Um, I don't think so, Mom. I would bet they're hookers."

"Hookers!" I can see the fire rage in her eyes.

"Sorry, Mom. I thought you knew that. Where else would Dad go to find young girls like that? It can't be interns, because school is still in. And they look about my age, so I just assumed hookers."

"I don't want to talk about this anymore. Go do what you think you need to do. I'm going to go out now and do some shopping."

I gave Mom a quick peck on the cheek and raced out the door.

Now I needed to find a young guy around my age, height weight, and hair color to go along with this plan of mine. I checked out the guys around school and eyed someone who fit the bill. Then, I had to come up with a reason to invite him over to my house and introduce him to Mom. Then somehow make it seem like he would be the one.

I walked up to him and struck up a conversation. His name was Timmy, and he had just moved here from New York. He didn't know anyone yet himself, and I thought to myself, it just might work.

"Well Tim, if you like I could show you around town and introduce you to a bunch of my friends."

"That would be great." Tim expressed enthusiastically.

"Um, I'm kind of busy after school today, what if we do it tomorrow? We can grab a quick bite to eat at my place and then head out," I said, trying not to show just how ecstatic I was.

"Okay then, see you after school tomorrow," he said. We shook hands, and he headed for his next class. I couldn't believe how lucky I was. Tim's build was very close to mine, and even his eyes were the same color as mine. The rest of the school day just seemed to drag on. It was like watching a tea pot boil, but finally the last bell rang. I dashed out of school, was in my car in a flash, and headed over to Dad's work.