Greetings all; in my stories my characters exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows?
Anyways, my regular readers know that I enjoy writing about the transgender experience from different perspectives. I try not to misstate the reality of being transgender too much.
This story is inspired by an older story I read.
The phrase "He didn't know I was trans" is often used by transgender women as a humble brag when they're talking about being hit on by a guy who thought that they were a cis gendered woman. I'm not one of those women. I've been taking estrogen long enough for it to have feminized my features some, but no man can credibly say I tricked him into thinking I was a natural born woman. Even if they thought I might be a cis woman my voice would give me away. While I do speak softly it has some bass to it because I still have my nuts.
I stopped by my girlfriend Metta's the other day to hangout with her while she cooked a cake that was supposed to have zero carbs. My eyes nearly jumped out of my head when I saw that the handsome middle aged man who answered her doorbell was only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of bikini briefs. I immediately recognized him as her father, because I'd seen a picture of him in her house. I managed to force myself to look at his face as I broke out in a smile, because I felt like I knew him after hearing so much about him from Metta.
"Hello Mr. Mann." I said warmly because I already liked him after having heard her say what a great guy he was.
He smiled at me with mischief in his eyes and said, "Y hello there gorgeous."
"Daddy... stop flirting with her.... Hiya Al. C'mon in," said Metta from somewhere in the house.
"Yes ma'am," he responded to her, then with a dramatic wave of his hand he beckoned for me to come in.
It was a little awkward having him standing there in his underwear, but I didn't want to make things weird, so I came on in. Of course it was easier to overlook it because I had a crush on him from looking at his picture. To be honest, when I walked past him I subtly looked down at the very noticeable bulge in his underwear. As I continued walking towards Metta's voice I could feel him looking at my ass. The first thought that came into my mind was whether or not Metta had told him about me, but I reminded myself that he'd probably figured it out just from looking at me.
When I rounded the corner and saw her in the kitchen wearing a beater t-shirt and a pair of satin panties I stretched my eyes at her, but she smiled really big at me, making it obvious that I wasn't seeing anything out of the ordinary for her and her father.
She looked at him and said, "Daddy this is Al... short for Allison." She called me Al because she was one of the few people I let use the short version of my man name which is Alvin.
Her father looked at me as if I were a slab of meat and he was a werewolf. "Hello Al, it's nice to meet you. I'm Bixby Mann. Everybody calls me Big.
"It's nice to finally meet you Big," I replied and smiled so wide I had to check myself.
He looked hard at me for a few seconds and bit one side of his lower lip thirstily, which made my stomach flutter. I looked back at him the sane way he looked at me, that's when I heard Metta say, "Daddy leave her alone. Ignore him Al. He's a big flirt...
"Go ahead and sit down girl, I was just about to get started mixing the cake."
"He's not bothering me," I stated, glancing at her for a second, then looking back at him and smiling.
"That's alright Al, I can see that three's company. I'll leave you ladies alone," he said, joking. It's time for the game anyway," he added as he walked over to Metta and put his hand on her pantie covered hip and pulled her to him, causing his dick to press against the mound above her pussy, their skin only separated by the thin material of their underwear. She in turn placed one of her hands on his chest, then they leaned in and kissed each other on the lips... twice. And it wasn't exactly the way a father and daughter kiss either. After they finished they smiled at each other before looking at me.
I did my best to act like I wasn't shocked by seeing them kiss like that, but I couldn't stop myself from looking at the bulge in his underwear that had definitely gotten bigger. Somehow I managed to say, "Which game are you watching?"
"Basketball," he responded, and with that he headed to Metta's guest bedroom.
"Can you believe he's 63, and still gets hard like he was a teenager?" said Metta. "I think he likes you."
"Don't put that on me, you're the one he was kissing," I said, trying to pretend that it was perfectly normal for a father to be that affectionate with his adult daughter.
No way. You're the one he was looking at," she countered.
I smiled sheepishly, not knowing what else to say, but the truth was my mouth was watering after seeing the outline of his dick and I could feel the sensation in my pucker that happens when it wants some action. Finally I said, "Something tells me he likes everyone."
"True," she agreed, then turned on her electric mixer and prepared the batter for the cake. "Want to taste?" she asked. "Tell me if you think it needs anything."
I thought it was fine and she poured it into three baking pans. A few minutes later she said, "Aw shoot, I thought I had everything I needed to make the icing. Ugh, there it is on my shopping list. Girl I need to run to the store."
"I'll go get it for you," I offered.
"No no, I'll go," she insisted. I need to get these other things too. We'd end up on the phone with me telling you which brand to get. It'll be better if you watch the stove for me... if you don't mind.
"I'll turn the TV on so you can watch the game, or you can watch it with daddy."
When I raised my eyebrows with an amused expression on my face she said, "He's harmless." She then stuck her head into the guest bedroom and told him what she was about to do before going into her bedroom and putting on a pair of yoga pants and a big tshirt. When she was ready to leave she called out to him to say bye, and he came out of the bedroom and saw her to the door. Once again he pulled her body against his and kissed her on the mouth. Judging by the smacking sounds they made it was a wet kiss.
Metta glanced at me for a second, then she left. After closing the door behind her Big looked at me and said, "You're missing a good game." As he was talking he was walking towards me while looking into my eyes so intensely I felt my body tingle. "I'm sorry for looking at you so hard, but you sure are a good looking woman. I'm glad you don't use a lot of makeup the way most women like you cake it on," he said, then he reached out and grazed my cheek with his fingertips.
"Women like me?" I asked, then my eyes involuntarily went down to his crotch and saw that his bikini briefs couldn't hold his dick now that it was hard. They were pulled down in front to where I could see his pubic hair and the base of his dick. I couldn't take my eyes off of it and I started licking my lips.
"Take it out of my draws," he said in a take charge tone of voice that made my heart skip a beat and I couldn't say no to. I looked up at his face and bit my bottom lip before doing what I was told. His dick was so long the waistband wouldn't stretch enough to take it out, so I pulled them straight down and wrapped my fingers around it.
"Suck it," he demanded.
Once again I couldn't say no and there I was sitting at my girlfriend's kitchen table, sucking her father's dick after meeting him for the first time an hour ago.
"Mmmmm, mmm, you girls sure know how to suck a dick," he said, and I was pretty sure he was referring to me being transgender.
By the time I heard Metta's garage door go up I'd swallowed her dad's nut and he'd gone back to watching his game. I went into the garage and helped her bring the grocery bags inside. When we came back into the kitchen her father was in there fully dressed. "Sweetie I was coming out there to help you," he said to Metta.
"Thanks, but we have everything," she responded, then she kissed him on the mouth again before saying, "Are you about to leave?"
"Yes ma'am, I want to get home before dark," he replied.
"Well thanks for coming to see me," she said as she reached to hug him. At first they held each other like you'd expect from a father and daughter, but when they looked at each other they kissed again and I'm almost sure they used their tongues.
That wasn't the end of it though, because he reached for me next and hugged me. Just as he'd done with Metta, when he loosened his grip on me and looked into my eyes he went in for a kiss. This time I was sure there was some tongue involved because he stuck his into my mouth and I returned the favor.
Once he was gone and me and Metta were by ourselves I had to ask about her relationship with her dad. We're just a loving family," she said.
"So you and him are like that when your mom is around?" I asked.
"Of course," she replied.
Those were the easy questions, but there was a hard one I had to ask. "Has he ever fucked you?"
"Ugh! No, of course not," she responded and made a face like she'd smelled something stinky.
I raised an eyebrow, then said, " But you kiss him with your mouth open."
"No," she replied emphatically. "We were just putting on a show to get you turned on. We figure that if you stayed after seeing us together you'd go along with what he wanted you to do."
"Hm," I responded then looked at her for a moment. Then all of a sudden she smiled and said, "Did you suck his dick?"
I didn't say anything, but my expression gave me away. She giggled and said, "Good."
I narrowed my eyes and glared at her before saying, " How did you know?"
She grinned, then she said, "I told him that you had a crush on him, and that you were kind of submissive."
My mouth dropped open and I stretched my eyes in surprise before I laughed and said, "You pimped me out to your dad. Does your mom know about this too?"
She looked at me mischievously and said, "No, that's our little secret."
"Something tells me you two have done this before," I stated.
"Maybe," she responded, but the way she blushed gave her away.