Son Needs Special Underwear Pt 02

Hey y'all! It's been a while. Feel free to skip this fourth-wall break if you just want to get into the story.

First, I want to give a big thanks to the reception and feedback to Part 1. I was not expecting it to be such a big hit, and so I have immense appreciation for both the praise, as well as the genuine criticism as to how I can best convey my stories. I hope you all know that I read all of the comments and they are not lost on me in the slightest.

Second, on a bit of a serious note, part of why I haven't written Part 2 until now is that I am an addict. While I won't get into super specifics, I wrote Part 1 while on maybe the biggest bender of my life (and I'm pretty young so have only been on a few real ones), and so coming back to the story carries a bit of pain for me. It's odd, because I love erotica and have a lot of fun writing these stories, but at the same time have a goal of sobriety that I ebb and flow towards. I am doing great now and am generally happy, but am still actively using - so it's a balance of working to be my best self, but also giving myself grace and introspecting on my addiction.

Enough of all that - I hope you enjoy Part 2, and I plan on continuing the series even further, so long as my mental/emotional state lets me and people continue enjoying the entries!

I turned the shower knob and waited for the water to warm up, trying to reckon with what had just happened as the water shot from the spout and flowed around my toes. I turned the showerhead on and felt the water gush down my body, washing away my son's seed. I took deep breaths and focused on washing my body off, distracting myself from the spectacle I'd just witnessed.

As the warm water poured down my body and the soap I was rubbing on myself animated, I began recalling an occurrence I had long since forgotten about, but that illustrated the feelings currently coursing through my body. Even with the stream of water coming from the shower, I could feel warm discharge pulsing out of my vagina as I began passively rubbing my clit. After years of unsatisfying hookups and unimpressive cocks, I felt I had deserved an intense masturbation session, even if the subject of my desires was my own flesh and blood...

It wasn't just in adulthood that I realized I had been gifted with an amazing body. While I was generally studious and pious, I noticed certain changes right after my 18th birthday, during the summer before my senior year of high school. My boobs blossomed wonderfully, and I began working out daily as I noticed my ass no longer fit so perfectly in any of my shorts. I was plagued with typical insecurities surrounding my weight and waistline, and so while I liked what I saw in the mirror I couldn't help but worry whenever I saw the number on a scale. While I did begin receiving attention from boys, it was usually the douches unashamedly hitting on me, while I dreamed of a more respectful man who could match my intellect.

One weekend I was weighing myself in the bathroom when I heard the doorknob lightly jiggle a bit. After a brief pause, I heard my dad say "Sweetheart, are you in there? I've got to pee real bad."

"Yeah dad! J-just a sec." I stepped off the scale and looked at myself in the mirror - I had on my favorite mint green sports bra and some really comfortable panties to match. I sighed as I reconciled how no matter how I looked, it was just part of life to carry some insecurity, and overall I should be proud of my appearance. I opened the door and saw my dad sitting on the bed nearby, squirming a bit as he clearly needed to urinate imminently.

"Hey hun, everything ok?" I hadn't realized how down I looked, as he immediately could tell something was bothering me.

"Yeah no, everything is fine." He looked at me with an understanding blankness. "I guess I'm just insecure about my weight a bit."

I looked down as I felt so ashamed and troubled, my eyes welling with tears as I felt so out of place.

That all changed when my dad casually stood up, and I noticed a mass in his boxers that seemed more static than the rest of the fabric. I was still sad and hoped he thought I was just feeling regular teenage blues, since my eyes became fixed on his bulge as he took a few steps towards me. "Honey, you have absolutely nothing to be worried about - you're so healthy and in great shape, any girl your age would kill to look how you do." His face conveyed a conflicted feeling of lust and attraction, yet recognition that I still was his daughter and thus not a purely sexual being.

I couldn't help but smirk a bit. "Thanks daddy... I guess I just can't help being a little

hard

on myself." I tried to maintain eye contact as I said those words, but I could swear I saw the bulge in his underwear move a bit as I said the word 'hard.'

"Totally understandable baby - now just one sec here..." He scooted past me and lifted the toilet lid, clearly needing desperately to pee. I instinctively began clearing out of the bathroom, but as I was closing the door an intrusive thought crept across my mind: Did my father really need special underwear? I remembered the briefs I saw at the store and they looked like they could contain even a fairly large penis, but I didn't have much experience with guys and my mom seemed so insistent that we had to order online (though she didn't know that I knew what that meant). I heard him sigh in relief as his stream of pee began flowing, and couldn't resist from keeping the door ajar and glancing inside.

I had to stop myself from audibly gasping. Lazily laying out of the hole in his boxers was a legitimately frightening penis, so long and thick that I couldn't help but wonder how my mom could take it. I was absolutely transfixed as he adjusted it a bit, highlighting how uncomfortable it must be to barely fit through boxers clearly designed for well-hung men like him. After what seemed like minutes the last drops of pee dripped out of his penis, and I could almost feel the heft as he shook his huge cockhead and stuffed his manhood back into his underwear. I briefly snapped out of my daze as he flushed the toilet and moved to the sink, but was immediately wet again seeing him wash his veiny hands, remembering how his fat penis looked so angry and virile even when flaccid.

I could feel my face flush as I sat down on my parents' bed, hearing my father dry his hands and emerge from the bathroom. "Everything alright hun?" He looked like a statue in the doorway, and I stared straight ahead knowing that looking in his direction would cause me to look at his massive package.

"Uh huh, yep." I knew I sounded terse, but I needed him to get out of my periphery or else I was going to cum right there on the spot.

"I don't mean to intrude, but your face is really red and you seem quite upset... Now look, I can't imagine what it's like being a young woman in this day and age, but I promise you have nothing to worry about." I could barely detect his words as he sat next to me on the bed, looking expectedly at my face and studying for any sign of emotion. I was steadfast in keeping my resolve.

"No, yeah, I know, don't worry daddy I feel totally fine." I could feel my pussy getting wet and prayed to God that my panties were dark enough to mask the moisture forming around my crotch.

"Are you sure? Again I won't pry, but I just hope you know you can tell me anything." I finally met his gaze and was shaken by how it wasn't just his penis I was lusting for - in that moment I found him so intriguing that I thought my underwear might burst, and could feel my discharge sliding down my leg since it was so voluminous.

"I don't know," he said as he began to get up. Moments ago I'd been hoping above all else that he'd leave, but as he walked toward the door I knew that I needed him to stay; I had to find a way to see what was underneath those boxers. I racked my brain for any and all ideas...

"Wait! Daddy I-... it's not just my weight I'm worried about."

He stopped and quickly turned to me. "Oh, I mean no worries then! But... well, is there something else on your mind?" Our thoughts were in such different places, as he seemed genuinely invested in my wellbeing, and I was intently focused on the protruding object now right at my eye level.

"I guess... I dunno, I don't want to sound stupid." I was beginning to have doubts about my own bravado.

"Not at all, again you can really tell me anything!" He sat back down right next to me, eager to help me through the exact problem he'd happened to have caused.

"Well... I guess I'm just a bit... intimidated." I looked up at him as if he would instantly know I was talking about cock sizes, though he obviously didn't and was expecting more exposition from me. "I'm just sad that I'm beginning my last year of high school and I haven't seen a penis in real life!" I blurted out. It was literally true so I didn't feel too guilty, but I nonetheless gave him an expectant gaze, gauging his reaction.

His face seemed pensive and confused. "Oh... well honey, that's totally normal, I mean many people don't lose their virginity until well into their 20s." He was floundering a bit, clearly trying to find the right thing to say. "I mean, I actually didn't find anyone sexually compatible until I met your mother, funny enough." He looked away from me, saying that almost absentmindedly.

"How come daddy?" I had a good idea of why, but I needed to hear him say it.

"Oh, uh, well... boring reasons. You know how adults are." The tides had turned; he was getting a bit flustered..

"I dunno daddy, I feel like if I'm going to be meeting boys once I'm in college I should know what they're thinking and how their minds work." I placed my hand on his thigh and batted my eyes up at him, aware of how much constraint it took for him to not look down at me, my cleavage bursting out of my top.

He visibly had a war in his mind. "Well, look... No, I shouldn't talk about this with you!" He moved his leg away from my grasp. I could see the gears churning in his head.

"Daddy please! I'm just so insecure and want - no, I NEED - a real man to show me how to be a woman." I placed another hand on his arm, fully aware that at this point there was no going back - my dad absolutely sensed what I was putting down, and he would either accept it or not.

He hesitated. "Ok baby... but what I'm about to tell you is very personal and only something adults talk about, so don't repeat this anywhere else alright?" He finally looked down at me, glancing at my boobs before making strong eye contact. Ugh, he was such a MAN I had to resist from reaching my hand down under my underwear and rubbing myself.

"Of course daddy." It took every fiber of my being to stop me from ripping his underwear and throating his girthy cock right then and there.

He paused for a second. "You know how different boys have different penises?" I nodded aggressively. "Well, your dad has... an unusual penis. One that all of the girls I met before your mother found to be... unbecoming." He glanced down at me, sizing up my reaction.

"What do you mean daddy?" I feigned ignorance, putting on a baby voice I thought he might be into. "I know lots of boys have small penises, but I've heard it's more how you use it that matters." I spoke very matter-of-factly.

He chuckled. "Um, no, I mean yes - how a boy treats you is what's paramount. But... that's not the exact issue we're facing here."

"Huh? What do you mean daddy?" I genuinely felt I deserved an Oscar for my performance.

"I have an irregularly large penis." He spoke matter-of-factly, pausing for a minute before giving me a charged glance.

"Well, now I just HAVE to see it, right? Or, like, why else bring it up?" He finally became clued into my game, wryly smiling as he looked down at me.

"Alright, alright, you got me. Here, lemme just..." He slowly stood up, once again bringing his crotch right at my eye level. "One sec." He slipped his fingers through his waistband, and began pulling his underwear down.

I was never afraid of anything. I was a pretty well-behaved kid, scoring top grades and acing every quiz throughout my youth. As such, I became a little invested in horror, since it filled me with emotions I could never feel naturally. I could laugh, I could cry, I could feel everything else - but a good scary movie gave me jolts that made me sleep with a lamp on for a week after the credits rolled. Yet... nothing could prepare me for the monster that rested between my father's thighs.

As he pulled his pants down, the immense shaft came into view. His pubes were well trimmed, but not so immaculately maintained as to raise any questions - rather, he just wanted you to have a clear view at the tree trunk that lay there. As he kept pulling his waistband down, more and more thick shaft came into view, his cock seeming to have no end. Finally his head came into view, flaring and violent and even thicker than any other part of his penis. I didn't even know where to begin - his dick actually bounced lightly on my chin as he stepped out of his underwear. "Well... there it is." He giggled a bit, enjoying my praise as his dick swung around a bit.

"Oh daddy... your penis is just..." I was completely awestruck, my eyes wide open and my mouth agape as I processed the gigantic dick in front of my face. I dropped down onto my knees in front of him, popping my ass up and crawling towards his enormous package.

"'Penis'? Is that what you call this thing? Come on baby..." I was so turned on by how resolute and assertive he was. "Tell me what you see," he commanded. I wiggled my ass back and forth and gave him the biggest 'fuck me' eyes I could muster. He sat back down, giving me a great view of his massive balls as they rested between his thighs. His cock was still hanging down, but I could see it begin to inflate a bit, amazed by how it could get even longer than it already was.

"A cock, daddy." I pouted my lips. "A huge, long, thick cock. A cock that I could never forget!" I was salivating as I continued moving towards his cock, watching it lightly bounce under its own wait. "Can I please touch it?" I absentmindedly began rubbing my pussy with my left hand, spreading my juices around and putting pressure on my clit.

"Of course baby, but you might need to be careful..." He scooched forward a bit, thrusting his bulbous cockhead towards me. I giggled a bit as I reached my right hand out, lightly grasping it right in the center of his shaft.

I felt like I was holding on for dear life! "Oh my gosh, daddy... I don't think my hand can even fit around it!" I tried to touch my finger to my thumb, but even squeezing as tight as I could I simply couldn't make them touch. My dad exhaled heavily as he felt my touch, his cock springing a bit and continuing to harden in my hands. I started softly kneading it, gripping it lightly while slowly moving my hand up and down, never running out of shaft since his dick was so long. "I feel like you're going to ruin other penises for me, like there's no way I'll meet another guy as big as you!"

"Haha, I can't say I disagree with you there... it's ok if for now you just try to enjoy it." I could tell he was partially talking to himself too, aware that what was happening was wrong but being so caught up in it that he couldn't tell me to stop. His cock kept getting bigger and harder, and I saw precum begin to form at his tip as I kept working it with my hand. I brought my other hand away from my pussy and began rubbing my wetness on him, mixing it with his precum and making a slippery mess on the head of his penis. Luckily there was so much moisture from both my pussy and his cock that I could begin sliding further down his shaft, though he had way too much surface area to fully cover.

Pretty quickly, his cock felt rock hard, and was an immense sight to behold. It struggled under its own weight, arching downwards a bit as it stood out from his pelvis. Regardless, I had a clear view of his giant balls, arguably more anomalous than his actual penis as they hang low down his thigh. I couldn't help but move one of my hands down onto his sack, amazed that even just one ball overflowed in my palm, his warm flesh spilling out over my fingers. It might have been wishful thinking, but I swore I could feel his cum churning inside, and I was sure that together his balls held a record-setting load of hot sperm just waiting to shoot out at me.

"Daddy?" I was excited and enthralled, but still nervous - I loved my father so much and wanted to service him properly, and in many ways didn't fully know what I was doing. I needed his guidance if I was going to adequately please him, and while his eyes were closed in euphoria, I awaited his cutting stare before I continued. "I know enough to know that you have the biggest, best cock in the world, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit scared of it. Can you tell me what it is you like or don't like please?"

He maintained piercing eye contact. "Of course darling... Is there anything you're not comfortable doing?" Even as his carnal instincts took over, he was still considerate of my feelings and his power over me. His caring nature only enhanced my desire, and I wanted nothing more than to make my daddy and his horse cock proud.

"No daddy, I would do anything for you." I wanted to match his intense stare, but it was so hard to not gaze longingly at the tip of his cock, casually stroking it as I witnessed an impressive stream of precum spill out. "Just... I need you daddy. I'm at your service and I am determined to satisfy you, but I need you to teach me how to handle a cock like this. It's so big and hefty, can you please just... navigate me through it?" I knew that I had him by the balls - literally and figuratively - but I wanted to do exactly what he wanted, and I wasn't experienced enough to take charge all on my own.

He delicately grabbed my chin, his soft skin contrasting his strong clutch. "Of course, Stephanie." Hearing my name made my pussy gush, sending shockwaves throughout my body as I looked back up at him. I could feel his cock pulse, matching my fervent energy. "Here, let's move over a bit." He kept his hand on my jaw as he moved to the end of the bed, and I obediently inched along with him, keeping my back down low and my ass high in the air. I never knew I could feel so close to orgasm without having anything in or on my pussy, and felt that if he so much as touched me there I might squirt with ecstasy. As he settled on a spot to sit down, I realized he had positioned himself exactly in front of my parents' mirror, undoubtedly giving him a full view of whatever he had planned. "Do you promise to do exactly as daddy tells you?" His voice was so stern and powerful, he could tell me to do the most sinful things and I would do them without thinking.

"Yes daddy." I placed both my hands back on his cock as he let go of my face. Even with two hands wrapped around him, he had enough cock left to be bigger than most men. "Just say the word and I'll do it."

"Good girl. Now, you know how growing up you used to thank daddy with kisses?" I felt my face flush, remembering how with every Christmas gift or selfless deed my dad did, I used to wrap my arms around him and give him a big kiss on the cheek. He would wrap his big arms around me too, and I felt so safe and secure knowing that no matter what, my daddy would do whatever he could to protect me.

I looked back up at him and nodded enticingly. I was absolutely speechless, transfixed by the entire presentation that lay in front of me. "Good... I want you to start by kissing my cock just like that." I continued nodding, eager to please him yet in awe of his manhood. I looked back down at his cock, never stopping my smooth strokes yet timid in the face of his behemoth penis.

I pursed my lips, closed my eyes, and moved my tongue to the front of my mouth as I shifted towards him. Feeling the head of his cock was electric, and I instinctively moaned as his tip breached my oral orifice, precum leaking into my mouth. I held there longer than I normally might as I let the precum drip down my throat, moving my tongue on his skin and relishing the delicious taste of his fluids. I kept moaning as I gave a big "Muah!" and moved off his cock, looking up at him for approval. He was in an emotional frenzy, so turned on by my actions yet trying to stay in control.