Dads Monster Mum Cant Anymore

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

I am Stephanie and I am hard of hearing. That's it, I had a virus when I was young and it did something to my hearing. Everything is muffled and dull to my ears. I can get on without any issues, but I don't have the enjoyment of music, for example, to me it is often just a noise. TV I can watch with subtitles on and the sound down, the sound just distracts as it is distorted.

Hearing aids don't help, they just amplify the discordance, and it just makes things worse. Noise cancelling headphones help, but only marginally. So, that is me, in all other ways I am, I believe normal. I suppose one interesting side effect is that I don't suffer with travel or motion sickness, but then some of my friends with normal hearing don't either, so perhaps that is not linked to my hearing.

I live in a flat not far from the city centre, and my job involves checking financial spreadsheets at a major commercial firm in the city centre, I walk to work, I can drive, but don't have a car, insurance is too high on my current salary, never mind the actual cost of the car itself. If I need to go anywhere then I grab an Uber or a bus.

My boyfriend is called Tim, and he works at the same place as I do, we usually meet up for coffee in the mornings and then go in, unless he has stayed over the previous night, in which case we go in together. He is utterly normal, which is nice, and is learning sign language, which I thought rather sweet of him.

It was a Sunday and I was going to have lunch with Mum and Dad, Dad was picking me up, at around eleven he had texted. We don't tend to speak on the phone, thank God for texting. I had a shower, gave my mons a shave, it was just getting spiky. I had tried those home waxing strips, my God, the pain, never again. I just use a razor and gel, that seems to work the best. I turn my back to the shower, gel up, shave and then turn round and let the shower rinse.

Well, it works for me. I use some moisturiser after I have dried myself, and that seems to eliminate razor burn. I also shave my arm pits, no hair on me that doesn't grow from my scalp. My head hair is a sort of dirty blond and is just beyond shoulder length. Tim likes it in a ponytail, and so that is what I do when I am seeing him, I prefer it down, I don't like the tightness in my scalp that I get with a pony.

My bust is a C cup which Tim finds most enjoyable, he really is a breast guy, and I do have a couple of bras that give me an excellent cleavage, and every girl knows how advantageous a good cleavage can be, gets us noticed that is for sure. I have a small bulge above my mons, Tim calls it my lady curves, and beneath it, my labia are quite pronounced with a small dimple at the top which houses my clitoris, my fun button. My small inner labia do have a tendency to spill out a bit, Tim loves that, a bit too much sometimes.

It was Sunday, and as Mum always used to say, the day for our Best clothes. I put on a beautiful pale blue lace bra which gave me a wonderful shape, matching French knickers and then my What Katy Did nineteen fifties style dress, it flares as I walk. If I had been going on a date I would have work stockings and heels, but I wasn't, so I just wore flat pumps.

My door knocked and then opened, and Dad walked in and smiled at me. I went up to him and put my arms around him, hugging him in tightly, oh Dad, he had a stiffy and it was digging into me.

'Sorry Steph,' he mouthed, I just squeezed him tighter and then let go, I mean what was I going to do, drop to the floor in a feint because my Dad is a man and he has a hard on? Hardly. I was very good on the journey to their house, I hardly looked at the bulge in his trousers at all, not much I didn't. It looked as if Dad was packing down there, crikey, lucky Mum. Tim is not exactly small, but he isn't that large either. We get by.

We get by because Tim is an excellent cunnilinguist, and he uses his skills well, he knows that if he were to just stick it in, then he would be history very soon. I cum first, because every man I have been with, as soon as they cum loses interest, whereas I can cum and cum and cum, and that is what I like to do.

I used to be able to hear my parents have sex when I lived at home, Mum was quite vocal, and they always made sure their bedroom door was firmly shut and I didn't know enough to be able to hide a camera in there, now of course, it was much easier, you could buy small hidden cameras on Facebook Marketplace, but not back then.

So I had no idea what they got up to, I heard the sighs, the gasps, the groans and the grunts. I heard the slaps, I heard the orgasms, I just never saw anything. Once I started having sex myself, I began to realise what the sounds I had heard were, and then I got all unnecessary trying to imagine Mum and Dad doing those things. I had seen Mum naked a few times, but never Dad, and whilst I could imagine Mum naked on a bed, I couldn't imagine a naked Dad with her.

And now of course, I have seen that Dad is a big lad, he is sporting some large member that is for sure. I have not seen him in his underwear even, so all I had to go on was the big, and I mean big, bulge in his trousers. Even at the swimming pool Dad would wear baggy shorts to swim in, never trunks. I never thought it odd, and now I think I can see why.

I hugged Mum and she hugged me and then I asked what was for lunch. When I say asked, I face Mum and speak softly, my deaf person voice is a bit jarring, and Mum lipreads, and then she speaks back, she does the same, she speaks softly and I lip read her.

"Dad seems a bit down," I said.

"Well, he'll get over it. I am afraid that he can't have what he wants."

"What does he want Mum?"

"I am a woman of a certain age and I am too sore to do the things that he wants."

What? What is she talking about. "What things Mum?"

"Sex Stephanie. I just can't do it anymore."

"Oh, gosh Mum, poor you, poor Dad, surely you can find a way around, I mean, lube or just hands or something."

"No Steph, my desire has gone, and anything is too painful. I just can't get remotely interested."

"Crumbs. I can't imagine being like that, seriously, I love it."

"You are young still, and your Dad, well, let's just say he is not exactly a small man, and I cannot accommodate him, I expect few women my age could, he needs a much younger person."

"But doesn't that mean you guys will split up? I don't want that, I don't want that for either of you, oh shit Mum."

"That is up to your father. I cannot do what he needs, and he doesn't seem to be able to do without. I don't know what solution there is."

"Perhaps he can find a discrete friend with benefits."

"What on Earth is that, Stephanie?"

"Well, Dad wants sex, but you don't. Perhaps there is a woman who wants sex and her husband can't. None of you want to leave your partners so Dad and this unnamed woman get together, discretely and satisfy their needs without risking their marriages."

"I have never heard of such a thing, goodness."

At this point Dad came into the room and the subject was changed. Mum got the joint out of the oven and put it to one side the rest whilst she made the Yorkshire puddings. I blew Dad a kiss and sat at the kitchen table mulling over Dad's problem, I did not want Mum and Dad to get divorced that was for sure, but I also didn't know a woman that could meet his needs.

After a wonderful Sunday roast lunch, Dad and I sat in the conservatory, and Dad had his issue back again, or possibly the same issue as before. I felt sad for him, and to ensure I didn't compound things, I made very sure that my knees were together and that I couldn't accidentally flash Dad my knickers, that would hardly help.

"I heard your talk with Mum," Dad said quietly.

"Okay Dad, I am sorry to hear your problem."

"I had never heard of Friends with Benefits, and would not be sure I would be comfortable with that."

I shook my hand in the universal wanking gesture. "You'll have to help yourself then," I said.

"It doesn't really take the urge away. I really need to be with a woman."

I didn't say anything, what could I say? He needs Mum, and Mum can't. Reading between the lines, her fanny has lost its elasticity, and he is too big for her to accommodate, he probably needs to find someone younger, probably around my age or a little older.

Mum came in with coffee and we sat and drank our coffee with few words spoken, although looking at Dad's lap, it wasn't words he wanted. I didn't know why Mum couldn't help him out with her hands, that is what I would do. But then if my boyfriend were as big as Dad seems to be, I would probably use a gallon of lube anyway.

On the way home Dad was quiet, partially because he didn't like taking his eyes of the road whilst he drove, and partially, I suspected, because the problem was a personal problem, something that usually would not be spoken about, especially not with a daughter.

When we got home I turned to Dad and said, "come on in for a cup of Tea Dad." He nodded. After he stopped the car I got out, and unlocked and turned off my alarm. I turned to Dad and said, "I am just going to get changed Dad."

I turned towards my stairs and put my hands behind my back and lowered the zip on my dress, it goes all the way down to my bum, and then undid my bra strap. Oh gosh, that was more comfortable. Both the bra and the dress were a little tight. I wondered if I should wear a corset next time I wore the dress, that might help.

I threw on a tshirt and a skort, and went back down stairs, Dad had made the tea. We sat in the garden and drank our tea mostly in silence, there wasn't much I could say. I decided after a long enough silence to talk to Dad.

"Why does Mum say you are too big? I thought every woman could accommodate every man? I don't have enough experience in that regard."

"I am a bit bigger than most, and when your Mum was younger, say, around your age, that wasn't an issue, as you suggest, Mum was flexible enough, but now, things have apparently become less flexible, and it just causes your Mum pain."

"Oh. Okay, I am not criticising Mum or anything, but, well, there are other ways, you know, hand job or blow job? One you could do yourself obviously. I just don't want you and Mum splitting up over this."

"Your Mum has gone off the whole thing, so, no she won't."

"Oh dear Dad, well I hope that you find a solution."

After Dad had gone I tidied up a bit and did a search online and discovered that there was a dating site that was specifically for friends with benefits or FWB as they refer to it. But wouldn't help, Dad is useless with online tech. He just about manages to find the sports results and do email, anything else, no.

Another week went by and Dad came to pick me up to go for Sunday lunch. I was wearing my Agent Provocateur Bra, Knickers and suspender belt, my best 10 denier almost nude silk stockings and over it my What Katy Did 1950's rock and roll dress. Why? Because it was Sunday and i wanted to look good.

I made a point of not looking at Dad's crotch on the journey, well, there is nothing I can do to resolve the situation. After lunch Mum and I sat in the garden, Dad was watching cricket on the TV.

"I used to wear dresses like that," Mum said, "but i think i wore more petticoats under mine, make it flare out more.

"Yes, but i am not going to a dance or out with a boyfriend Mum, so, i didn't add the extra layers. I have been looking, and there is a dating app just for Friends With Benefits you know Mum," I said, we were doing out usual face to face exaggerated mouth movements to make lips reading easier.

"Well your Dad won't be able to use that sweetheart," Mum said, "he is rubbish on a computer."

I laughed, he is, I had thought that the other day.

"No," Mum said, "he needs someone more your age, someone flexible."

"Well good luck with that," I said. I didn't have a huge number of friends, and the ones that I did have already had boyfriends, they didn't need to be a benefit to a middle aged man, even if he was my Dad.

Eventually Dad reappeared, the cricket had finished. I had no idea what teams were playing, I just don't get cricket. Dad loves it, I don't. I don't hate it, I just generally ignore it.

"Shall we get you home?" Dad asked.

"Yes please Dad." I answered.

As I was sitting in the car, Dad driving, and we were only a few minutes from home, I got a text from Mum.

'Hope you took my hint. X'

Hint? What hint. I tried to think back at what Mum had said. Was she suggesting that I help Dad? Crikey. That hadn't been on my purview. As we drove the last short minutes back to my home I mulled it over, could I? Should I? Would I?

When we pulled on the drive I turned to Dad. "Come in and I'll see what I can do to help you."

In the hallway I put my hands behind my back and undid my dress and then undid the catch on my bra, walking upstairs with my back showing all the way down to the top of my bum.

In my room I let the dress fall to the floor, and as I bent to pick it up, my bra fell off, leaving me just in my lacy knickers, suspender belt and stockings. I turned to hang my dress up in my wardrobe and Dad was standing there, and he was getting an eyeful of my boobs.

I hadn't even considered that I could help my Dad with his problem until I got that text from Mum. What should I do? I didn't want Dad to struggle that is for sure, but was it really my place to help him? I didn't say anything. But I knew that I would help him. I hadn't dressed to impress him, but my goodness i was glad that i had on this outfit, i felt exceedingly sexy. I wondered if my subconscious had prepared for this moment when I dressed this morning.

"I am sorry," Dad said, "I had better leave."

I shook my head. "No Dad," I said, "I will help you. But one of us is overdressed."

Well, at least I would get to see the monster in his trousers, and whatever happened, no one except the two of us would know, Mum would suspect, but I would never confirm it. It would be a simple physical release. I watched as Dad undid his shirt, my stomach was in my throat, what had I let myself in for? At the end of the day, it was just sex, but we would both know that it wasn't that simple.

His shirt off, he undid his belt and then lowered his fly, pushing his trousers and underpants down in one, bending forwards as he did so, obscuring my view. He straightened up and oh my. He had to be eight inches long, if not a little more, and two inches across. My God, I had never seen such a big dick, and my fanny twitched at the prospect.

I eased my knickers down and lay on my bed still in my stockings, I had read that men prefer the just in stockings look. I was wondering what Dad would do. I guessed that over the years he had discovered that he had to get a woman ready first and not just stick it in her. I damn well hoped he had learned that. Dad came and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Are you sure?" He asked. I nodded, I couldn't back out now.

Dad lay on the bed and bent over me, his head at my crotch, and he blew along my crease, my labia tingling as the breath stimulated them, I shivered in nervous anticipation. Dad's dick was by my face, I was sure that I couldn't get much of it in my mouth, and then I noticed his balls, they were absolutely huge, like a pair of tennis balls hanging down. My God, he was at the front of the queue when they dished out genitalia.

I took hold of his dick, my hand didn't go all the way around, and I eased his foreskin back revealing his glans. His rim wasn't massive fortunately, it was there, but not a lot bigger than his shaft, I breathed a sigh of relief and licked the end of his dick, he twitched and he gasped.

His tongue pressed into my crease, not quickly, no, he moved slowly, very slowly easing his tongue from by my fanny hole along and passed my labia, over my urethra and up as far as my clitoris. My breath was held in my throat, and then I gasped as his tongue just touched my nubbin, waves of pleasures shot through me.

I gulped in air as he moved back down my valley, momentarily pausing at my urethra, pressing in, and then continuing down and pressing in to my fanny, passed my entrance, his tongue swirling and pushing down to my opening.

I mentally shook my head, and tried to concentrate on his dick. I lifted my head and opened my mouth and took the end of his dick inside, a couple of inches was about as much as I could take, my tongue licking the end as my lips made a seal and I sucked. Dad groaned in pleasure as I used my mouth on his monster, I wasn't even sure I could get it in my fanny, he really was big.

I remembered Tim saying that he wasn't the biggest in the gym showers, but he wasn't the smallest either. I am guessing Dad would easily have been the biggest. Would other men take notice of it? I don't know how men's minds worked, did they compare dick sizes? I supposed that they probably did.

I let go of Dad's foreskin and felt it slide back over my tongue and roll back over his glans. I pulled at his foreskin again, and again his glans was resting on my tongue. I licked and I sucked and I moved his dick a little inside my mouth, as if he were shagging my mouth, but I had little room to manoeuvre.

I felt fingers playing around my entrance, circling, pressing inside, so big, bigger than I had experienced, Tim usually used one finger, sometimes two, this felt like at least three, I was really being stretched. My fingers were curling and screwing as I felt my pressures ramping up, my pleasures flowing freely, electrics buzzing and fizzing in my groin.

His tongue was dabbing softly at my nubbin, teasing it, tasting it, and his fingers were still pressing inside me, passed my entrance, through my opening, and inside, stretching, widening, preparing. I realised that the sound I could hear was my gasping, distorted by my poor hearing, my buttocks were clenching, tightening beneath me.

Dad rolled away leaving his fingers inside me and he was finger fucking me, his fingers, at least three, sawing in and out of my fanny, each thrust a little easier than the previous, and then he rolled and covered me, his dick just above his fingers. His fingers slowly left me and my fanny felt as if it were gaping.

He slid his dick along my valley and then pressed it at my entrance, slight pressure, not forcing, simply pressing and slowly my petals parted and his monster was devouring me, wider even than his fingers, my fanny walls stretched and surrounded his dick.

My breath was held, I did not dare breathe, it felt as if I were being impaled on a utility pole, this was the biggest thing I had ever had inside me, and it wasn't stopping, Dad was pressing gently, millimetre by millimetre he was filling my fanny with his meat. I felt pressure deep inside me, he was at my depth and he stopped for a moment and then began to withdraw.

It was as if his dick was a plunger and my fanny a syringe, it felt as if he was suctioning my fanny inside out, I had never experienced anything like it. He was at my opening, I gulped and he pushed straight back in, bottoming out, the sound of my gasp reverberated through my broken ears.

He began to go faster and faster, his dick just going in and out like a piston and I realised that I would never get fucked like this by anyone else, it was scary, it was incredible, it was painful, it was intensely pleasurable, my pressures were ready to blow, my crotch was aflame with electrics fizzing and buzzing.