WHY SO GOOD?

Feature Writer: StuffItInn

Feature Title: Why so good?

Published: 13.02.2021 / ReligiousFetish.com

Story Codes: Erotic Horror

Synopsis: Short story inspired by a fellow member … feedback welcome.

Why so good?

What the fuck am I thinking? I can’t believe I can’t get that image out of my head. My father, in his mid-sixties, masterbating to porn. Not just porn, but nasty porn. The very man that raised me in a Catholic home was watching a nun piss on a cross … his dick was very erect. Damn…mom must have gotten it good. Stop it! I can’t think this way! He’s my father … I’m a mother … I have a husband … why am I so intrigued? Why can’t I get that image out of my head? Why am I so wet thinking about it? This is madness … evil … sadistic … so why does it turn me on?

This is making no sense at all! I have a healthy lifestyle…I eat right, stay fit, have a loving husband. This isn’t making sense … my 5’7” body is still in great shape for being in my late thirties. My brown hair that falls to the center of my back is full and vibrant as are my brown eyes … why am I so turned on by this? Should I confront him? Should I ask mom about this? No .. asking mom would make things worse … I have to confront him because I have to figure this out for myself.

How do I confront him though? I came here to visit and see my parents. Catching my dad doing what comes natural, in a most unnatural way, isn’t any of my business in his home … he’s free to do what he pleases. But it just conflicts with all that I’ve known. Was it all a lie? Is Christianity all a lie? And why do I still feel a burning in my pussy? Why was that so fucking hot? Jesus fuck I have to ask him before I explode.

Later that evening after her mom goes to bed, it was just her and her dad in the backyard by an evening fire, the drinks flowing a little for a late nightcap. It’s now or never for our tormented woman …

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“Can I ask you a question, dad?”

“Of course, sweetie! What’s on your mind?”

“Well, I’m struggling with something I saw today.” Even in the dark I could see him get a little red in the face. His response of OK was a little drawn out indicating he was nervous about what might be asked.

“I know it is none of my business, but I saw the porn you were watching today…”. He abruptly cut me off!

“Honey! Oh no! I’m so sorry! I … it’s just that … I don’t know what to say!”

“Dad!” I cut him off. “You are a man that has needs. I’m not concerned with that. I just am trying to make sense of the content of what I was witnessing. Nuns? Pissing on a crucifix? It’s blasphemous…I just don’t understand.” He was hanging his head in shame, but I was getting wet with the control.

“I …”

“Dad … it was hot.” I stated it bluntly and he looked straight at me. We made intense eye contact at that point.

“Your mom and I haven’t had sex in years. Our age doesn’t make it a part of our routine anymore and since she went through menopause, she hasn’t had an interest. I love her, but I have needs.”

“Why nuns though?”

“I know I raised you to be a good Christian, but it excites me. I can’t explain it.”

“You don’t need to, dad. It excited me as well.”

While this conversation was awkward, it was filled with sexual tension. I wasn’t looking at my dad as a sex object, more of a cohort. He taught me a lot throughout life, so maybe he had more to teach. As we stared at each other for a moment, I finally asked him to go get his laptop…he sheepishly did so. I stared into the fire pit we were sitting at and wondered if it was a sign of where I would end up. He came back out with a beer for each of us and his laptop.

“Show me more, dad. I want to understand why it turns me on.”

He obliged. I asked him to chase a few rabbit holes and then asked where the good stuff was at. He asked what I meant.

“The good stuff, dad. Where is the really nasty, evil stuff?” My eyes were shining in the sin. This was deliciously sinful…me and my dad looking at blasphemous porn. Him teaching me new things once again. He told me about a couple of forums and places for literature porn, which I said I would check out later, and then he found a video where two nuns were fucking a priest.

“Leave it there for a second.”

“This is rather benign actually … there is better stuff out there, sweetie.”

“I’m sure there is. I just want to see this for a second.”

I move my chair a little closer to my dad. I sat there cross legged, but kept having to cross and uncross my legs. I was wet, a little tipsy, and very interested. The sin of watching porn with my own father was very intoxicating. He too was fidgeting in his seat.

“Are you getting hard, dad?”

He could only nod as he turned red with embarrassment. I eased his frustration by slipping my hand down my own pants and slid a finger easily into my very wet pussy. My head rolled back as I let out a little moan … I then rolled my head toward my dad.

“It’s ok if you need to jerk off. I saw your dick today and gotta say, you’re packing quite the manhood in your pants.” I touched his arm reassuringly. “Mom’s a lucky woman. I wish my husband had one that big.” I smile at him slyly. “You can take it out if you need more room to stroke.” My eyes travelled from his eyes to his crotch … he didn’t disappoint.

It was huge! He stroked it making the head of it bigger and bigger. My mouth began to water.

“Sweetie…can I see what your fingers are doing?”

I didn’t argue or ignore his request. I simply unbuttoned my pants and slid them down. My fingers were drenched. I extended my arm down a little to give him a better view of my shaved pussy.

“Do you pray to God still, dad? Or given this porn, do you pray to Satan?”

He quickened his pace with that question. “I don’t pray at all anymore, but seeing my beautiful daughter finger herself, I believe I will start thanking Satan for this gift.”

I buried my fingers in deep and let out a long moan. “Why the fuck is this so fucking hot, dad?”

“Because it’s forbidden …” I moaned …

“It’s taboo …” I moan again …

“It’s evil …” I came … I came harder than I ever have in my life. My back arched and my body raised as I climaxed. I think I even squirted. After coming down off my orgasm, I looked over at my dad with new, deviant eyes.

“Have you cum yet … daddy?” I grinned evilly at him. He was stroking furiously at this point and could only stutter the word no.

I didn’t move to him. I didn’t touch him. We simply made eye contact…me smiling at him and him stroking hard and fast. His dick looked delicious, but i just grinned at him.

“When you cum daddy, will it be for me? Will your evil and taboo act be for me … or for Satan?” His head rolled back and he moaned.

“Mmmmmm … seems your need to please Satan is what gets your going ..”. I was really enjoying this game.

“Cum for him, daddy. Cum for Satan … let me see where I came from.” It didn’t take him long and he finally started shooting ropes of cum from his dick.

“I think I understand now, dad.” He was breathing really hard…his dick still hard. He was coming down from his orgasm. “Thank you, daddy. I get it now. The deliciousness of blasphemy is powerful. Seems I have some…reassessing…of what my belief system is. That was delightfully wicked, what we just did ..”. I slowly rose to my feet. “… maybe we can again tomorrow night. But for now, I need to sleep.”

I leaned over and kissed my dad goodnight. No tongue, but certainly a longer kiss than it should have been. While I did, I reached down and gave his dick a slight tug. I abruptly stood back up, grinning down at him …

“Thank you for opening my eyes … See you in the morning … daddy.”

With that, I walked away. Leaving dad in his frustration. Tomorrow I would wake up a whole new woman.

THE END