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My Father, The Maid, Chapter 2 My Weekend With Dad By Sissy Oona. I awoke the next morning fairly early. My sleep had not been as restful as I would have hoped due to the revelations of the previous day. Eventually I pulled myself away from the supreme comfort of the bed and stumbled to the bathroom to take care of my morning business. As I exited the bathroom I could hear the sounds of breakfast being made from the kitchen, so I decided to head in to start my day with a cup of coffee. As I walked in I wasn't at all surprised to see my father standing there once again dressed in a short frilly maid dress and heels, although as of right now he was not wearing a wig or any makeup. Upon my entrance he fully turned to me and curtsied as he greeted me, "Good morning Mister Oliver. Would you like anything for breakfast?" "Coffee to start would be great," I said as I took a seat at the kitchen table. "Oh, and you can drop the Mister Oliver and all that stuff while she isn't in the room." "That is very kind Mister Oliver, but I shouldn't, I don't want to risk the wrath of Mistress," he said as he set a mug of coffee in front of me. "Okay, whatever you say," I said before taking a sip of coffee. I sat there for a long moment in silence as my father continued cooking, in part because I was still waking up and in part because I didn't know what to say. Eventually I decided to say, "Hey dad, mind if I ask a few questions? I'm really confused about a lot of the things I saw yesterday, and want to honestly hear from you about it all." "Of course, what would you like to know?" he said turning briefly towards me before returning to his cooking. "I guess my first question is whose idea was it for you to be like this, you or her?" I asked after a long sip of coffee. "That's a difficult question Mister Oliver. I will say before I had met Mistress Claire I had never worn women's clothing before and truth be told had no interest in doing so. But not long after we were married she started saying and doing things, she would talk about how good her lace panties felt, and how sexy they made her feel. She would ask me to rub her pussy through them so I could feel how soft they were and how wet they made her. She said all these things and admittedly I became curious, so one day I asked her if she thought I would find them comfortable, and what she would think of a man wearing lacy panties, not long after I had several pairs of my own panties. Next came pantyhose and stockings, she would say that if I thought panties felt good I should try pantyhose, I took the bait hook line and sinker. Then of course it was shaving my legs so they felt even better. Around that time is when a change happened, in retrospect I can see what she was doing, at the time I had no idea. We started having sex less and less, she was only "in the mood" when I was wearing panties and pantyhose it seemed, so I wore them more often. Then that stopped working and the amount of sex we had began to diminish again. This led me to think she only wanted to have sex when I was dressed up, so I would surprise her. The next night I told her I had a surprise for her and when we went to the bedroom I walked in wearing a matching bra and panty set I had bought and a garter belt and stockings. I should have noticed the smile on her face meant I had walked right into her trap, but all I could think of was how awesome the sex we were about to have would be. This went on for a while, every now and then I would surprise her with a new piece of lingerie or she would ask me to get something specific. Then one day everything changed." As he finished that sentence he slid the egg white omelette he had been cooking onto a plate which he placed on a tray wo which he also added a small bowl of fruit, a glass of orange juice, and a napkin and silverware. "You will excuse me Mister Oliver, I must serve Mistress Claire her breakfast or she will be very angry. I will be happy to make you anything you want after I have served her," my father said as he picked up the tray and walked down the hall to his wife's bedroom, the sound of his five inch stiletto heels against the hardwood accompanying him the entire way. I sipped on my coffee as I considered what my father had said and waited for his return. As I sat there I remembered an episode from my childhood, my mom had gotten up early one day to make my dad a special breakfast on the morning of some big meeting at work instead of his usual bagel on the drive in. I was always an early riser so I went to the kitchen to help. She made him an omelette not too different from the one he had just made, and I helped beat the eggs. I remember being so proud when he came downstairs after getting ready for the day, I was sure he was going to sit down with me to eat and it would be a great day. That of course is not what happened, instead he looked at the food and asked who it was for, my mother informed him she had made it special for him, this sent him into a rage, he was yelling things like "you stupid bitch, I don't have time to eat this" and "why are you wasting food all the time." The event was punctuated by him picking up the omelette, throwing it on the ground, and leaving the room. The memory was interrupted by the sound of approaching heels from the hallway. My father re-entered the room curtsied to me and said, "I have some time before Mistress is done eating, what would you like for breakfast Mister Oliver?" "An omelette would be great, just ham and cheese," I replied after a moment's thought. "As you wish Mister Oliver," he said and got to work. After a few moments of him working on my food in silence I asked, "So, you said that then everything changed, what happened?" "My apologies Mister Oliver, I had forgotten I was telling you about that," he said, although I could tell from the shame in his voice he didn't want to talk about it. "So as I said, some days Mistress Claire would tell me to go and buy a specific piece of lingerie to wear for her that night when we had sex. One day as I was leaving for work she told me to get a lace teddy with garters and a pair of seamed stockings. On my way home I took a detour and stopped at this little store that specializes in lingerie a few towns away, I had shopped here before so I knew it would be the only place to get the specific items she had asked for. As I searched the many shelves and racks of sexy garments I will admit I was a bit entranced, feeling all the soft fabrics, looking a bit too long at some of the things, longer than most men would, I was in my own little world. I eventually found what I was looking for and made my purchase, then I raced home to put it on and have some adult time with my wife. I was surprised she wasn't home when I pulled into the driveway, I sent a quick text to ask where she was, she said she was getting a pizza for dinner and that I should slip into my sexy new things and wait for her. So I did just that, I took off all my clothes and put on the teddy and the stockings then I settled into the couch to relax from the day. Not long after Mistress Claire walked in with the pizza, when she saw me she commented on how sexy I looked and had me model a bit for her, I did and then I started to kiss her, I wanted her so badly, but she said she was hungry and that we should eat first. I sat down at the table and we ate together, a perfectly average dinner except I was wearing lingerie. After dinner I started kissing her again, and tried to lead her to the bedroom, but she said she had to do a bit of work really quickly, then she promised we would have amazing sex, she even said she would give me a bj, which never happened. I went back to the couch to wait, excited by everything she had just said. About thirty minutes later she called for me to come into the bedroom, I practically leapt down the hall to her, when I got there though, it was not what I was expecting. Laid out on the bed were a collection of photographs, as I looked at them I realized they were all of me, me at the lingerie store shopping, me touching all the different pieces, me buying the teddy and stockings, and me modeling and showing off in the teddy with a big smile on my face. 'Nice pictures, aren't they?' Mistress Claire said from behind me. I turned to face her and was met by a camera flash, she went on to say she had many more pictures of me, but these ones she took on that day were the only ones she needed. I asked what was going on and how she got them, she said she followed me to the lingerie store today, and she had a spy camera hidden in the pizza box when she got home. She said that from that moment on she was in charge, and if I didn't do everything she said she would release those photos to everyone. From there she made me what I am today." With that last sentence he finished me food and set it down in front of me, I was in awe of what I just heard and just sat there. After a moment I said, "So you were blackmailed?" "I suppose that would be a term for it, yes," my father said after a pause, obviously conflicted about what to say. I picked up my fork and started eating, after a few bites I looked him in the eyes and said, "Are you happy like this?" A long pause ensued, I could tell from his face he was thinking about how he wanted to answer this question, he took a long, deep breath and was about to answer, when a bell rang from down the hall. My father's demeanor changed instantly, he turned away from me slightly and said, "my apologies Mister Oliver, but I must go tend to Mistress Claire." And with that he walked back down the hall and into his wife's bedroom. I continued to eat my omelette, again surprised by how good my father had become at cooking. After I finished I placed my plate and fork in the sink and went into the living room to relax a bit. While sitting there I pulled out my phone and let my mom know I would be home today, but only to pick up a few things, and that I would be staying here a while. Very soon after that I heard the door to my stepmother's bedroom open and Claire say, "Now go clean up the dishes then finish getting ready, you have a lot to do today." "Yes Mistress," my father said. "Oh, and don't forget to switch to the larger plug. We need to loosen you up a bit for tonight." "Yes Mistress," my father replied after which he adjourned to the kitchen. Seconds later Claire walked into the living room wearing a form fitting black sleeveless sweater that made her boobs look amazing and a pair of tight black slacks that hugged her ass just right. Her luscious black hair was done up in a kind of messy bun and she wore no makeup except for bright red lipstick, the vibe I was getting from her was very much sexy librarian. As she walked in the room and sat down on a chair not far from me she said, "good morning Oliver, I hope you slept well." "I did thanks," I replied. "I would have had the sissy bring you breakfast in bed, but I didn't know what time you like to wake up or what you would like. Also I have grown quite accustomed to having her services in the morning, and think serving two people in such a way may be too much for her, at least until we train her," she said with a chuckle. "So, do you have anything planned for today?" "Not really, I have to go home to get some things since I'll be staying here a while, so I guess that will be taking up most of it," I said. "Understandable, I would offer you the sissy as a chauffeur, but she has a lot to do today around the house," Claire said with a smile. "It's all good. Plus I'm sure he wouldn't want my mom to see him like this," I said with a nervous laugh. A sly smile crossed her face, I could tell an idea was forming, but she suppressed it and asked, "What are you going to tell your mother when she asks why you're staying here?" "I don't know yet, maybe something like now that dad is working less hours he would like to do some stuff with me or maybe, and this is something I was hoping to talk to him... sorry her about. I recently got laid off from my job, and I need something bad, I was wondering if there was someplace for me at dad's office." "That's perfect! Of course we can get you a job working in your father's office, although you won't have to worry much about work, while you are under this roof all expenses are paid and any time you need money just ask, all the money the sissy makes at work goes straight into my account," Claire said excitedly. "That's great, thank you so much. Looks like I'll be staying here for a while if I am going to be working out this way," I said with a slight sigh of relief. "I hoped you would say that. It's going to be so wonderful having you here and I'm sure the sissy will be delighted too." At that point as if on cue my father walked into the room in a different dress than before, this one was made of pink satin with white lace around the hem and sleeves. This one was even shorter than the one he wore yesterday, which I did not think possible. The short skirt clearly showed off the pink rhumba panties and the white garters that held up his nude stockings which led down to pink patent leather high heels. His hair was once again a long blonde wig, and his makeup was expertly applied. In short he was the picture of femininity. As he entered the room he curtsied to each of us in turn and faced my step mother and said, "I am ready to begin my day's duties Mistress." "Good girl, and you have time to spare, I am pleased. Did you put in the big one as I told you?" she asked. "Yes Miss," he replied. "Show me," she said tersely. "Yes Miss," he said again. He then turned around, lifted the back of his skirt, pulled down his panties, and bent over. As he bent over I could see something that surprised me, nestled between his butt cheeks, right where his anus should be was what looked like a large pink jewel. Confused I turned to my step mother and said, "What's that?" "That dear boy is a butt plug, I like to occasionally make the sissy wear one during the day for fun. It also helps stretch out her anus," replied Claire. "Um, okay," I replied once again confused. "You may resituate yourself sissy," Claire said, which caused my father to stand upright and pull his panties back up. "What would you like me to start with Miss?" My father asked meekly. "I will allow you to start by cleaning the bathrooms." "Yes Miss, thank you Miss." And with that he went off to get to work. At that point I took a look at my phone, it was now pushing ten o'clock, I decided I had better hit the road. I would have a lot of packing to do when I got home. I said this to my step mother who agreed and told me to wait one moment. She rang the little bell she kept on her person at all times and soon after my father walked back in the room. As usual he curtsied to both of us and said, "What may I do for you Miss?" "Oliver is about to go home to gather the things he will be needing during his stay here, go start your car for him, it's much nicer and better on gas," she ordered. "Yes Mistress," he said with a curtsy and left to get the keys. Moments later he walked out the front door into the broad daylight. After starting the car he walked back in and came back to the living room, upon entering he of course curtsied, and turned to Claire and said, "Miss there is only a half tank of gas left, may I have some money to give Mister Oliver for gas?" With that sly smile I had come to know quite well my step mother said, "no, however we can't have your son running out of gas, why don't you go fill it up while he changes out of his pajamas." "Yes Miss, I will go change and go down to the gas station," my father said as he started to leave the room. Claire interrupted his departure by saying, "Who said you could change? Your son is on a tight schedule, you don't have time to change." Turning red my father replied, "Yes Miss." "Good girl, now go get your purse while I get you some money." "Yes Miss," he said dutifully obeying his wife. Seconds later my father had returned to the living room holding a little pink purse that had the words "Girls Rule!" across the front. Upon seeing this Claire said, "Good choice sissy, it matches your dress. SInce your choice of purse was correct I will give you a chance, to lessen your embarrassment. I am going to flip a coin, if it lands heads up I will give you the charge card, and allow you to pay at the pump, however, if it lands tales I will give you cash and you will have to go inside to pay." My father's face became washed in horror at the prospect of having to go inside to pay and hastily agreed to his wife's game. Claire turned to me and said, "Oliver, you are a mostly impartial party here, why don't you flip the coin for us?" As she said that she held open her purse and moved it towards me. I decided it could do no harm so I reached in and grabbed a quarter. I poised it atop my hand and gave it a good strong flip and let it fall to the ground, When it had completely settled I grabbed it off the ground and declared that it was tails. "Seems that it's your lucky day sissy, a deal is a deal, here, take the card," she said holding the charge card out to him. My father reached out and quickly grabbed the card as if fearing she would change her mind. Once he had it in hand he placed it in his purse and said, "Thank you Miss, thank you Mister Oliver. May I go now? I know Mister Oliver needs to be going." "Yes you may," Claire said. At that my father was out the door and on his way. While I personally wasn't in attendance during this outing I did later see a video taken by some local teens which they posted to a local Facebook page, in it you see my father in his frilly dress pumping his gas as a group of teenagers catcalling and generally harassing him even going so far as to try to lift his skirt. The climax of the video is when one of the teenage boys, he looked to be about 18, came up from behind and pulled my father's wig off, making it abundantly clear he was a man in a dress. This summoned forth the anger I knew all too well, he yelled at these kids in his full male voice, threatening violence and police action, this of course sent the kids running. He recovered his wig, finished pumping the gas, and returned home. By the time he returned home he had regained his composure and gotten his wig back into presentable style, you would never know the altercation had happened if you weren't there or hadn't seen the video. When he re-entered the house he immediately came back to the living room where Claire and I sat talking after I had changed out of my pajamas, he curtsied to both of us and dug the keys and charge card out of his purse, the card he gave to his wife, and the keys of his car he gave to me. "The tank is full now Miss. Would you like me to continue with my duties, or is there anything else I can do for Mister Oliver?" he said standing before us. "No, you may return to your work," Claire said sternly. And with that my father returned to his cleaning. Once he was gone Claire and I got up and started to say our temporary goodbyes, just before I walked out the door she stopped me, "do you think you will be back for dinner?" she asked. "On the safe side I'll say no, I have a lot of stuff to pack up, I'll stop and get something on my way back," I replied. "Okay, well here, take this, you can use it to treat yourself to a good meal," she said handing me a hundred dollar bill. She could see I was uncomfortable taking such a large amount, but before I could protest she said, "take it, the sissy makes plenty of money and it is our right to spend it, I won't take no for an answer." I thanked her for the money and was on my way. The journey back home was uneventful, I stopped and had a decent lunch on my way. When I returned home I talked briefly with my mom, who was pleased to hear I was getting along with my father, and then I spent the rest of my time packing up everything I would need, clothes, video games, my laptop, pretty much everything I needed that was easy to transport. This took me longer than I had hoped so by the time I left home it was starting to get dark. I made my way back to my father's house in decent time, stopping of course for dinner. By the time I got back it was about 9:30, as I got out of the car I took a few steps towards the trunk to start unloading my stuff, but then a little voice in the back of my head said, "let the maid take care of that," and up to the front door I went. I rang the doorbell as I had yesterday when I first come into this crazy world I was now living. After a short time the door opened, and before me stood my father, wearing nothing except his wig, a bra containing his large fake breasts, an underbust corset with garters which were attached to stockings, and black high heels. His pink chastity device was on full display and it was obvious he didn't have a hair on his body below his eyebrows. He cordially invited me in welcoming me back and saying that Claire would be with me in a minute. He also asked if I had eaten or if he should make me something real, which I of course declined having just eaten. As I made my way to the living room I glanced down the hallway I saw Claire coming out of her bedroom, she was dressed exactly as she was earlier in the day with one exception. As she came down the hall I saw something extruding from her crotch area that looked like a large stiff penis. When she stood before me I could see it was a large dildo, I'd say about seven inches in length, held in place by some kind of harness. "Welcome back Oliver, I hope you had an easy journey," Claire said with a smile. "Yeah, it wasn't bad," I said. After a brief awkward pause I decided to address the elephant in the room and said, "Um, what's up with that thing?" I said pointing to the phallic plastic protruding from her pelvis. "Oh this" Claire said with a chuckle, "this is my strapon. I bring it out every Saturday as a reward for the sissy if she has been good. You see since her little pee pee is locked up in that cage the only way she can have sex is to be anally penetrated. I am a loving wife and know my sissy needs sex, so I use this to provide her with the pleasure she needs." "Um, okay," I said not knowing what to think about what I just heard. "Well, before you do that, would the sissy be able to go get my things from my car for me?" I said, trying to change the subject. "Of course," she said. "Sissy, quickly put on a pair of panties so your indecent bits aren't exposed to the neighbors and go fetch Mister Oliver's possessions from the car." "Yes Miss" said my father before heading down the hall to his room. He quickly returned donning a pair of white satin panties with the word sissy written in bright pink on the back. He walked out into the cold and carefully and diligently brought in all of my luggage and took it to my room where Claire ordered him to unpack all of my clothes into the dresser and closet. Once this was done Claire asked me a rather unexpected question. "Now that the sissy is done with that it is time for her weekly fucking. Would you like to watch Oliver? I know this is your father, and you may feel a bit weird knowing about his sex life, but I figured I would offer." I thought about this for a moment, while I did I looked over at my father and I remembered something. I remembered the reason Claire had asked me to stay here, which was most likely the reason she had asked me this, to humiliate my sissy father. I could see in his eyes that he wanted me to say no, that he really didn't want me to see him like that, and that is when I decided my answer. "Sure, sounds interesting," I said to Claire. "Excellent!" Claire said gleefully. "Sissy go take those panties off and get the lube ready." "Yes Miss," my father said before leaving the room. Claire then led me into her bedroom, which looked very comfortable yet also elegant, with exquisite furniture and an adjoining walk in closet which was slightly open. She motioned towards a wooden armchair with leather cushions in the corner and told me I could sit there and watch. My father returned to the room once again bottomless and carrying a small bottle of lube. As soon as he entered Claire ordered him to get on his knees. Once there she stood directly in front of him and said the word "open" to which my father opened his mouth and as soon as he did my step mother rammed the strapon all the way in until the plastic balls were against his chin. After thrusting a few times she pulled it out and said "lube it now, quickly," my father poured some lube out of the bottle and into his hand, he then started rubbing it all over the dildo making sure to coat it well. After a few strokes it was well covered, Claire said "stand up and bend over the bed, now," my father obeyed, as he bent over I noticed he was no longer sporting the butt plug he was wearing earlier. Claire positioned herself behind him and slowly pushed the tip into his anus and continued pushing in down most of the length of the dildo, as she did my father vocalized a long moan of pleasure. Claire continued to thrust her strapon in and out, getting a little faster and a little deeper each time. At one point she started slowing down a little, but as she did my father yelled "fuck me harder, I want it deeper!" This caused Claire to go even faster than she had before for a moment, then she slowly slid it until was almost all the way out and then suddenly rammed it all the way in balls deep for the first time which elicited a yelp of pleasure from my father. I will admit this was weird, watching my father get fucked by his wife with a strapon, but for some reason it kinda turned me on, I could feel my cock start to grow hard in my pants. I figured Claire wouldn't mind, so I pulled down my pants and started stroking it a bit, all while still watching. Soon after I started stroking my growing cock Claire looked over at a clock that just happened to be on the table next to me, before looking back she gave me a little wink. "You have thirty seconds before I stop sissy," she said as she once again thrusted in balls deep. This caused a definite response from my father, it seemed as though he was backing into her dildo as she was thrusting. I would say about fifteen seconds after she had set a time limit for him my father shouted, "may I cum Miss please?" Upon hearing this Claire thrusted in deep, pulled his torso up so he was in a standing position, grabbed his locked up cock and balls, and whispered the word no into his ear. As soon as she said that she released his torso causing him to double over again and then she pushed him off of the strapon causing him to fall to the ground. After taking a moment to catch his breath my father got onto his knees and looked up at Claire and said, "Thank you for fucking me Miss" after which he kissed both of her feet. Seeing that they were done, I tried to covertly pull my pants up, feeling awkward that I had been pleasuring myself. Claire then turned to me and said, "I could see you were enjoying the show Oliver.Don't worry, we do this every Saturday and you are always free to watch," she then turned to my father and sharply said "sissy I have grown tired, prepare me for bed." My father rose to his feet and started undressing my stepmother, beginning by removing the strapon. Seeing this I stood and excused myself, feeling as though I was intruding. Claire told me I didn't have to go, but I said I was tired from the long day and made my way to bed. I slept quite well that night and actually ended up sleeping in a bit the next morning. As I left my room I heard the bell ring from Claire's bedroom and saw my father enter without a tray leading me to believe she was just finishing breakfast. I made my way to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee. I sat at the table flipping through my phone and sipping my coffee, after a few minutes Claire walked in, she was wearing jeans and a red blouse with half sleeves, her hair was up in a bun much as it was yesterday. She smiled as she sat across from me at the table and said, "Good morning Oliver, how did you sleep?" "Very well thank you, having some of my stuff in there made it feel more like home," I said with a bit of a yawn. "I'm glad to hear that! Shall I call the sissy to make you breakfast?" she asked reaching for her bell. "No, I have to go do a bit of shopping, get a few things I couldn't bring from home, I'll grab something while I'm out," I said before she could ring the bell. "Nonsense, don't waste your money, she can cook you something while you get ready. And we would be happy to go with you, everything you need will be paid for by the sissy," she said before ringing the bell. My father entered wearing another pink dress, this one was longer, coming to about the knee, but it came out from his body quite a bit due to the petticoat he wore. He also had on white tights and pink shoes with a smaller heel than usual. His face and head were unadorned by wig or makeup. As he entered he curtsied to each of us, before he could say anything Claire said "Mister Oliver would like breakfast, and after you have prepared it get read to go shopping, Oliver needs some things." "Yes Miss. What would you like Mister Oliver?" he said. "French toast would be great," I replied. "Excellent choice, the sissy makes great french toast, but it does take a while, why don't you go shower and get dressed that way we can get going as soon as you are done," Claire said. I agreed and went off to the bathroom. After I finished my ablutions I went to the kitchen where the maid was just finishing my food, I sat down to eat it and he went off to get ready to go out. I ate my breakfast while creating a mental list of everything I needed. As I finished my father walked into the room, for the first time since I got here on Friday he looked somewhat male, wearing a blue and white striped shirt and black pants. Although upon a second look I realized the shirt buttoned on the opposite side of a regular men's shirt letting me know it was a woman's blouse, and I realized his pants didn't have pockets and the zipper wasn't in the front, but on the side, despite looking like a man, he was still wearing women's clothes. To top it all off if you looked you could see the outline of a bra fairly clearly through his shirt. Claire inspected him for a moment, and said "very good sissy, but how are you going to carry money to buy us things, go get a purse," he said a quick yes Miss, and quickly left the room to do as he was told. As we stood there waiting Claire asked me, "So, what do you need to get?" "Well I'd like to have a tv for my bedroom, some kind of desk for my computer, maybe a chair for in there. Also some different bedding would be great, I'm used to softer sheets. Oh, and you don't have any men's soap or toiletries here," I said. Claire laughed and said, "Why would we? Until you came along no men lived here, just me and the sissy. We can definitely get all that, I actually have some things to pick up too. We should be able to get everything we need at the local shopping center." By that time my father returned to the room carrying a small black leather purse. I looked down at his feet as we left, he was wearing normal unisex shoes, but I noticed that his pants were a bit shorter than most men's pants, and around his ankle was a small gold chain, which had the word sissy hanging from it. We all went out to the car, as we approached my father opened the front passenger side door and Claire got in, he then opened the passenger side rear door and motioned for me to get in, which I did. He got into the driver seat and off we went. The journey was pretty uneventful, Claire and I had a conversation without acknowledging my father at all. Soon we were at the shopping center, Claire instructed her sissy to first pull up to the Best Buy where she made him buy me a 56 inch high definition tv. After that was over to Ashley HomeStore where we purchased a large computer desk, an office chair, a luxurious armchair all of which they would deliver the next day, and 800 thread count egyptian cotton sheets. After this we went into the mall proper, by this point we were all fairly hungry, so we decided on a quick lunch at the food court. Claire and I both sat down at a table and sent my father off to get our orders. Lunch went by without any incident, for a moment it even seemed as Claire allowed my father to her equal as we all had a conversation about some incident from a few years ago at Christmas. After lunch Claire handed me my father's credit card and pointed me towards a specialty men's grooming shop to purchase my toiletries while her and my father went to take care of something else, saying they would come find me when they were done. I spent a bit of time in the shop looking at the various soaps and scrubs, I ended up walking out with everything I needed to be completely comfortable in my new home. As I left the shop I could see Claire and my father walking towards me, as we walked towards each other I noticed something peculiar, my father was hanging his head a bit, as if in shame or out of submission. When we reached each other Claire asked, "Did you get everything you need?" "Yeah, thanks. Did you two take care of what you needed to take care of?" I asked. "Yes we did. I decided to get your father a little gift. Show your son what I got you dear," she said. At that my father slightly turned his head, and I saw it. In each ear was a small butterfly earring stuck in the middle of each lobe. As he showed them off to me a group of young girls were passing by, I could hear them softly giggle at the sight. "Those will have to stay in for at least four weeks until they are healed, but after that he can wear whatever he wants." With that we decided we had gotten everything we needed and we should be on our way home. On the drive back Claire and I were once again having a conversation, when she was distracted by a text message she received. She read it over and replied, and after receiving a reply turned to my father and said, "Well that's a shame, looks like Mark isn't going to be able to come by tonight, isn't that disappointing sissy?" "Yes Miss, very disappointing," my father said, in a way that sounded both disappointed yet also relieved. As soon as this brief exchange concluded Claire jumped right back in wherever our conversation left off. Not long after we pulled into the driveway. Claire ordered my father as soon as we parked to "take in all of Oliver's things, then change into your dress to make dinner," Claire and I continued to talk in the living room and watched tv until dinner was ready. The maid called us in and we had another amazing meal cooked by him. After dinner I excused myself to go set up my new tv and Claire said she was going to her bedroom to relax a bit. I was able to easily get the tv hooked up to my PS4, but would have to call the cable company to get actual tv channels. Once I got it set up I went to the living room to watch some tv before bed. As I was sitting there watching tv Claire walked into the room behind me and said, "Oliver I have a bit of a problem and I was hoping you could help me with it." "Yeah, what's up?" I said as I turned around. Standing there before me was Claire wearing nothing but a red lace bra and a matching thong. She walked up really close to me, to the point where her boobs were resting against my chest. She looked up into my eyes and said, "you remember while we were driving home from the mall I said something about someone named Mark, well he is one of my boyfriends. Since your father is such a small dick loser I have to go to other people to satisfy my urges. You are a sexy young man, and I saw how big your dick is while I was fucking the sissy last night, to be honest I have been thinking about it all day," By that point she had reached a hand down and was carressing my cock through my pants. "Please Oliver, I need you to fuck me like a real man." I won't lie, my stepmother is a gorgeous woman, and I have always thought about what it would be like to go to bed with her, but she was my father's wife. I took a step away and said, "I can't, this isn't right. You're married to my father." "That doesn't matter, she knows I need sex, and she wants me to be happy. In fact don't take my word for it, ask her for yourself," she said as she rang her little bell. My father walked into the room in the same dress he was wearing earlier today, he curtsied to each of us then asked what he could do for us. Claire said, "Sissy, tell Mister Oliver that you are okay with me fucking real men and that you want him to fuck me." My father then got down on his knees in front of me and looking up to me said "Please Mister Oliver, fuck Mistress Claire since I am not able or worthy of doing so myself." I looked over at Claire, she was damn sexy and I just couldn't hold myself back. I looked down at my father and said, "Remove my belt so I can fuck your wife." He did as he was told and soon my pants were on the ground. Claire led me to her bedroom, with my dad following. Once in the room she commanded my father to strip her naked, he did as he was told and removed her lingerie and neatly folded it. He started to walk away, but I stopped him and made him also strip me completely naked. I then got into the bed with Claire, who told my father to stay in the room, so he could see how his son, a real man, satisfies a woman. We proceeded to have the most amazing sex I had ever experienced, Claire was amazing and despite her age and having been with quite a few men she was really tight. We fucked for what seemed like hours, it was amazing. Eventually I could feel it, I was about to cum Claire said through her moans that she was too and she wanted me to finish inside her. I errupted in a within her in one of the best orgasms I had ever had as she orgasmed too. I laid back, exhausted from the act of desire I had just finished, Claire also laid back, but she said three words, "sissy, clean me," When she said this my father rose from the corner he had been kneeling in, came to the foot of thre bed where his wife laid, and climed up. Soon his face was directly in her crotch licking up all the fluids produced by our orgasms. Once she was finished she kicked him off the bed and said she was going to bed and he was dismissed, he left the room with a customary "Yes Miss." I started to get up to head to my own room, but Claire stopped me, saying, "You can stay here tonight, and any other night you want," with a little wink. And with that, we both drifted off to sleep. END OF CHAPTER TWO. Hello all, I hope you enjoyed part two of my story. The feedback I got from part one was completely overwhelming and I want to thank every person who took the time to tell me what you thought. As always please leave a review so I know what you thought and if you want more. If you didn't like it also leave a review so I know what to fix. If you don't feel like leaving a review here feel free to send it as an email to [email protected] or you can message me on kik at drowningophelia1, I love talking to my readers, so please message me. Also in an unrelated note I am looking for a Mistress to serve, so if you know one let me know! Thanks XOXO Sissy Oona.