*Summary: In 1980s New Jersey, rebellious Monalisa loves her badass boyfriend Brad, but when her dad tries to meddle, she punishes Dad in the most perverted way. Mom gets a bit of punishment too but ends up loving it.*
My dad was such a dick when I was growing up. He made my life miserable. I mean, I get it, it was just how he was raised. We were small town Catholics in New Jersey in the 1980s. What do you expect, right? I was the baby of the family, with five older brothers who had all moved out of home by the time I turned 18, but I had had the terrible luck of being born the only girl.
My curfew was 6 p.m. every night, even on weekends. Dad needed to know where I was at all times. If I went over to a friend’s house, he would call that friend’s parents at least *every two hours* to make sure I was still there. And of course, I was only allowed to be friends with other girls from the Catholic school I attended. My bedroom was subject to regular inspections, and if he found any contraband (unapproved reading material, makeup, rock music cassette tapes, *any* type of magazine), I would be grounded for a week. Once he found a Billy Idol album wedged in between my mattresses, and he rang around all of my friend’s parents to find out who had lent it to me. Of course, I didn’t tell him the truth. I had shoplifted it from Tower Records. Duh.
Of course, with how completely crazy my dad was, it just drove me to rebel more and more, in any way I could. I started skipping school to go to the mall regularly, stealing whatever I could get my hands on. I never got caught, either. A sweet-looking blonde in a Catholic schoolgirl outfit? Pfft. They never suspected me of anything. I quickly amassed a stash of clothes, makeup and music that I would *never* be allowed to have: miniskirts, crop tops, sexy underwear, Bon Jovi, Duran Duran, and Motley Crüe. I hid my takings in a plastic bag on the bottom shelf of the laundry room, where my dad would *never* go of course. I don’t know if my mom ever found it, but if she did she never said anything. She wouldn’t stick up for me against my father, but at least she usually kept her mouth shut about things. Towards the end of high school, I was skipping school more days than I was going, hiding a change of clothes in my backpack every day, which I would change into in the mall restroom. Then I’d pile on the lipstick and eyeliner until I looked like a dime store Madonna.
Dating, of course, was against the rules while I was living under his roof. That didn’t stop me from getting the sexual experience that I craved. It started out with me giving guys hand jobs behind the Circle K. This quickly moved to me riding around with any cute guy with a good car, parking out at the local make-out spots, and doing a lot more than just making out, in the backseat. I liked rocker boys. Anyone with a leather jacket and a sneer was like catnip to me. I liked a lot of guys, but while I was still in school, I didn’t really have any particular boyfriends, just a few regulars that I liked to fuck. Then, I would go home by 4 p.m. every day, back in my schoolgirl outfit with my makeup washed off my face, and do my homework.
It was a miracle I graduated from high school, considering how often I actually attended, but somehow I did. Of course, my grades weren’t good enough to go to college, and it had never really occurred to me to do so. My parents’ expectations were that I would get married and become a homemaking baby-making machine like my mother and her mother had done before me. I guess I didn’t really know what kind of life I wanted yet, but I knew I didn’t want *that.* I wanted to get out of that place, and move to Manhattan like a few of my friends had done before me, but I needed to save up the cash. That’s how I started waitressing at the Big Bee and met Brad.
My job sucked, but at least my dad relaxed my curfew since I was having to work nights, and it gave me a little bit more freedom to fudge my working hours and sneak around to get my sexual needs taken care of, and occasionally go see bands. The night Brad first walked into my life, it was a late shift, and some of the regulars were getting rowdy. They were pulling the typical bullshit, yelling out for me to flash them my tits or slapping my ass as I walked past. The customers pissed me off and I hated every minute of working there, but at least I would get good tips if I smiled and went along with it. I had a few hundred dollars saved up already, stashed in the laundry room where my dad couldn’t find it, and I just kept biding my time until I could get out of there.
I was serving up a round of beers to a table of particularly shitty frat brothers, when one of them stood up and suddenly grabbed me, grinding his crotch into mine, making me drop the beers. His five friends erupted into raucous laughter. I was just about to knee him in the crotch when his head was suddenly jerked back, and then immediately slammed into the table in front of me, instantly breaking his nose. He cried out in shock and pain. I looked up to see who had him by the back of the head, and it was a tall, broad-shouldered dude with stubble and a mane of shoulder length tousled black hair. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you any fuckin’ manners?” The stranger spat at him. The other spoon-fed little motherfuckers at the table went white as a sheet. This guy could clearly have split any of them in half if he wanted. He continued with his admonition of my assailant. “Now, apologize to the lady.” He demanded, pressing the guy’s ear down into the table so that he was facing me, blood spouting out of his nose. The asshole who assaulted me didn’t fight back and whimpered a pathetic, “Sorry.” He sounded like he was close to tears.
“Good.” My rescuer said, “Now pay the lady and get the fuck out of here before I beat all of your pathetic little rich boy asses.” A trembling frat boy laid out a couple of fifty dollar notes on the table and said, “Let’s go.” I never saw them in there again.
I looked up at him. “I get off at midnight.” I said, my panties soaking wet.
Once I met Brad, there was no longer any driving around with other dudes or fucking in secluded parking lots. Brad has his own place, a penthouse apartment with a hot tub. It turned out that he was a very successful businessman, and he stayed successful by not sampling his own product, if you catch my drift. He treated his employees well. If there was ever a problem, he would *handle* it. And he treated me like an absolute princess.
I know what you’re thinking. A guy like that, he probably gets all the pussy he wants, probably treats all his girls like shit. But he wasn’t like that. I was his one and only. We were crazy about each other, from the beginning. He never gave me a moment of jealousy, and he was the first man who made me feel true sexual pleasure. I realized then that all the fooling around I’d done in the backs of cars before then had just been practice for the real thing. He would make me cum dozens of times in the same night, sliding up and down on his 9-inch, thick dick. I was in *love.* I would have killed for him, and woe betide anyone who tried to get in between us. Before we’d been together more than a couple months, we were talking about picking up and moving to Manhattan, moving in together. Brad had some contacts there and thought he could break into the market, and I was blissfully happy to join him.
I was still living under my dad’s roof at the time, but constantly getting an earful when I would return home late. I figured it was no big deal. I was nineteen now, even though I did get a lot of “while you’re under *my* roof” talks. I didn’t anticipate that in his efforts to control my life, he would go so far.
It was on a Sunday afternoon when I was getting ready to head over to Brad’s when my dad dropped the hammer on me. He came into my room. “You’re not going out tonight, Monalisa.” He said. I snapped my head around to face him so fast.
“What the hell, Dad?” I shot back. “I gotta work.”
I could see his face was getting red, and his jaw was looking tight. I knew what that meant. Screaming match. He raised his voice slightly. “Don’t give me that bullshit, Mona. Your mother and I, we know you quit that job three weeks ago. You’ve been goddamned lying to us! You think we’re fuckin’ idiots?”
So, he found out that I was sneaking around when I said I was going to work. Shit. I sighed. “Okay, but what are you gonna do about it? I’m a grown up, Dad! You can’t push me around no more like when I was a kid. I..” My head whiplashed backward when he slapped me. “I know what you been doing with that… that animal, you lying whore! That ends now. I made a call to a buddy of mine, he works on the force, and your boyfriend is getting a visit from him and a few of his friends tonight. His ‘business’ is over, and he’s going away for a long time. So you better forget about him.”
The blood drained from my face. I didn’t waste any more time arguing with my Dad. I had to warn Brad! Grabbing my purse, I tried to bolt out the door, but Dad barred my way. “No way, young lady. You are not leaving this house. He grabbed me roughly by the arms and threw me back down on the bed. “You’re staying in here tonight!” He hollered.
He slammed my door shut and locked it from the outside. Yeah, are you surprised my door had a lock on the outside? Or that there were “security” screens on all the windows of our house? I was trapped in there. There was no phone in my room, either, so there wasn’t much I could do. I started screaming like a fucking maniac. I swore that when I got out of that room I was going to fucking murder him for what he was doing to the man I loved. I cried out for my mother, too, begging her to stop being such a fucking useless, weak cunt who rolled over every time my father said boo, asking her to hear my cries for once, and to let me out. Of course that was useless. In my short life, I had not once heard her speak up against my father’s constant oppression.
After a few minutes of screaming, I collected myself. I needed to conserve my energy and come up with a plan. I thought for a moment if there was some way I could break through the security screen on my window and crawl out of there, but I quickly realized that would be a waste of time. They were welded on there, and nothing in my room would have been strong enough to break through the bars. It was then that I thought of our neighbor Betty.
Betty was a kind middle-aged divorced lady. A bit rough, a bit alcoholic, but she had been there for me a few times as a teenager when I needed a shoulder to cry on, and things had been bad at home. I wondered if…?
I quickly scrawled a note on a band flyer I had in my purse. “Betty. It’s Mona. I’m in trouble. Please call Brad on the number below and tell him 911. I don’t have time to explain. It’s an emergency.” Quickly folding the flyer into the shape of a paper airplane, I shot it out through security screen out the window into her yard, in the hopes that she was home, would find it, and would be sober enough to follow my simple instructions. Then, I laid back on my bed and waited. Brad was a smart guy. I knew that if he got my message, he’d know what to do.
After a couple hours of lying there, staring at the ceiling, with it getting dark, I was beginning to lose faith. I closed my eyes, praying to a god I no longer believed in that somehow Brad would get my message and it wasn’t too late, that the police hadn’t already raided his apartment and hauled him off to jail.
At around 9 o’clock, I heard the unmistakable sound of a motorcycle pulling up outside. My heart skipped a beat. It must be him! I heard a loud pounding on the door then, and muffled voices yelling. It was definitely Brad and my father, screaming at each other! I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. There were sounds of breaking glass, and thuds. Was that furniture being turned over? I heard my mother cry out, “Alright! We’ll do what you say!” My heart beating faster, I prayed he would get to me in time and we could make a clean getaway.
Finally, I heard footsteps on the stairs, and Brad’s voice outside. “Baby, are you in there? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
Tears of relief and joy spilled down my cheeks. “Yes! I’m in here! I’m fine! I love you so much baby.”
Then, he bellowed, “Stand back from the door! I’m coming in!” A moment later, there was a crash, and my door was ripped off its hinges, as Brad kicked it in and rushed in to embrace me. “You got my note!” I cried, being swept up in his arms, I laughed, “Honey, you didn’t have to break the door down. It locks from the outside! You could have just turned the lock.” We both burst out laughing, falling into a heap on the bed, him kissing me wildly, hungrily, both of us so relieved to be together after almost being torn apart forever.
As we kissed each other deeply, pressing ourselves against each other in desperation, I felt him growing excited, his massive erection grazing my leg, and my pussy immediately responded with a drenching wetness. I asked no questions, and at least temporarily forgot that I was in my parent’s house, and didn’t even have the presence of mind to ask… *what had he done to my mother and father?*
I unzipped his stonewash jeans.
“Wait! Wait, baby.” He stopped me. “I need to tell you something.”
Breathing heavily, I purred, “Yes, my love?”
“Your mother and father… they’re tied up downstairs.”
I sat bolt upright. I needed a moment to process this information. “Good!” I said. “It’s what they deserve for what he was going to do to you. My mother is almost as bad as him. She never *once* tried to save me from him!”
He laughed. “This is why I love you so much, kitten. You’re merciless.” He ran his hand down my cheek. “But we should probably get the hell out of here.”
I sighed. “I guess you’re right, baby. But I have a few things I want to say to my father before we go. You know, I feel like I’ve never had a chance to really tell him what I thought of him.”
He nodded. “Okay, princess. I understand. I’ll be right there with you.”
Holding hands, we went down the stairs and into the living room. I was awed to see the scene before me.
There was a table knocked over, and a smashed lamp. I saw that Brad’s handgun was left on the side table. My parents were on the other side of the room, tied up and gagged. The side of my father’s face was bleeding from what I could only assume was a much-deserved pistol-whipping. My mother’s mascara was running down her face.
Despite the years of pent-up resentment towards my mother for never sticking up for me, I did feel bad for her in this moment. I mean, she had been brought up to see the man as the head of the household, and to try and be an obedient wife. It wasn’t entirely her fault she was the way she was.
“It’s okay, Mom.” I said. “I know this is Dad’s fault.” She looked at me, new tears streaming down her cheeks.
I had no such sympathy for my father, and I felt a surprising amount of pleasure to see him bound and helpless before us.
“As for *you*,” I declared with disdain, “I don’t feel sorry for you one bit. You deserve worse than this for trying to take away the man that I love, and for all the shit you put me through all these years.” I saw a flash of rage in his eyes, his muscles tensing and his face reddening. I laughed at his powerlessness.
“What, nothing to say?” I taunted. With this, I heard Brad chuckle next to me. I strode across the room to my helpless father and I got down real close to his face, my voice getting quieter.
“Why was it that all these years you didn’t want to let me out of your sight, didn’t let me ever even look at another man, huh? Were you *jealous*? Is that it? Were you jealous of the thought of other men putting their dicks in your daughter?”
I shocked even myself with these words, but it was something that it dawned on me then that I had secretly suspected all along, but had been unwilling to admit to myself.
Brad let out a slow, long whistle. “Holy shit, babe. I think you’re right. Look!” I looked down at my father’s crotch and witnessed the growing bulge in his trousers. I looked at Brad, then, who came and sat down next to my dad on the couch, putting his arm around my father, who tightened up his shoulders in fear.
Brad spoke again, his voice like honey. “It’s true, ‘Dad’, isn’t it? You do want to fuck your own daughter, don’t you? I mean, I can’t blame you. I’ve been inside her, and she’s the best fuck in New Jersey, probably the whole damn eastern seaboard.” He looked at me and grinned. I leaned down to find my lover’s mouth with mine, in an ecstatic kiss, leaning over my father to do so. I spread my legs now, and straddled my father, rubbing my crotch on top of his burgeoning hardness, kissing Brad at the same time.
Brad grabbed the sides of my face with both hands and pulled away for a second. “You’re such a perverted little she-wolf.” He said. “I fucking love you so much.”
I wanted to make sure my lover was okay with what was about to happen. “You know you’re the only one I’ve ever loved, don’t you baby?”
He nodded, and replied. “I’ve never loved you more than right this instant. Punish that motherfucker for what he did to you all those years.”
At that, I unzipped my father’s trousers, and I heard him moan involuntarily through the gag. My mother stared at us, her eyes popping out of her head in disbelief.
I reached my hand inside to pull down my father’s briefs and pulled out his cock. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do, but somehow it was the absolute worst way to punish my father for all that he had done to me, to sexually violate him in this ruthless way, and I felt a searing desire for vengeance. I heard my mother whimper in horror, but I didn’t feel too bad for her. If only she had left him years ago, none of this would be happening. It was on her.
I felt my dad’s penis harden even more as I gripped it in my hand. “You love this, don’t you, you sick old pervert?” I looked at Brad, who was watching me glassy-eyed. He had a hard on, too. He loved to see me in control of the man who had tried to control me all these years.
I stood up for a moment to slip off my panties, exposing my wet pussy lips and full blonde bush to the air of the room, before sliding back onto my father’s lap.
“Brad, hold his cock for me, will you? I want you to put it inside me.” He did as I told him, gripping my father’s cock and lining it up with my slick hole. My father tried his best to fight me off, shaking his hips and struggling against his restraints, but he wasn’t strong enough. I slid down onto him and felt the amazing, utterly wrong and incredible sensation of my father’s hard cock being engulfed by my tight vagina. I let out a moan. It felt so good to rape him like this. All the years of mistreatment and being controlled seemed almost worth it for this sweet feeling of revenge.
I slid up and down on his cock, taking my time, sensing his utter degradation at my actions. “You sick fucking pervert.” I cried between gasps of pleasure, “You fucking love this.” Brad unzipped his jeans now, and was playing with his own beautiful penis, the massive head glistening with pre-cum at the witnessing of my father’s complete debasement. “You deserve this, you fucking prick.” I growled. Then, I spat on Dad’s face, gaining an incredible sense of delight when he squeezed his eyes shut in repugnance at the saliva dribbling down his cheek. I could hear him moaning through his gag. The act of receiving the spit seemed to turn him on even more, and I could swear that his cock hardened even more intensely. I began to ride him faster and faster. “I bet you’d love to cum in your daughter’s pussy, wouldn’t you, you pathetic freak?” He couldn’t contain himself when I said that. He let out a loud groan. “Oh, I fucking know you would.” I fucked him harder, and then stopped, sliding off. I realized that he was close to cumming, and I didn’t want to give him the pleasure of feeling his seed spill into my cunt.
“Finish him off, baby.” I said to my lover, who immediately obliged me, smiling widely at me with admiration. “You are a goddess.” He whispered. I then got onto his lap as he pumped my father’s cock. I rode Brad’s hot cock as he stroked my father to completion. My Dad shot his load through Brad’s fingers onto his wrinkled work shirt at the same time I orgasmed on Brad’s cock, and I screamed out in joy.
I got up then, my pussy juices from my orgasm running down my legs and stared at my father’s soiled shirt and crotch.
“Look at the disgusting mess you’ve made, you pathetic little man.” I chided. I went forward and took the gag off now. My father whimpered. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
He looked at my mother. She had her head turned away, her eyes closed, trying to pretend that this wasn’t happening.
“I’m so sorry.” He sobbed, ashamed to look at his wife who had just witnessed his unmistakable lust for their daughter.
Brad looked up at me. “I feel sorry for your mother, babe.” He said. “Do you think he’s ever given her an orgasm?” Even though I had literally just fucked my dad in front of her, somehow the idea of my parents having sex was still totally disgusting to me. But he had a point. I couldn’t imagine that my father had ever done anything to try and give my mother pleasure. He was a relentlessly selfish man.
“Hey, ‘Mom’.” Brad called out to my mother on the other side of the couch. “You ever cum on a real man’s cock?” She squeezed her eyes shut and didn’t answer. He looked up at me, and I gave him my silent approval. He was right. She deserved this. I loved the way Brad and I could read each other’s sick little minds. I guess that’s what true love is.
My lover slid over to my mother on the couch and removed her gag. “Please.” She begged. “Please don’t.”
“It’s okay, ‘Mom’.” He reassured her. “You deserve pleasure too. You deserve what that man never gave you.” She was crying now. He ran her fingers through her long bleached blonde hair. “Shhh.” He soothed. “It’s okay, Shirley. It’s gonna be so good. You’ll see.” He kissed her tenderly on the side of her face. “Kiss me.” He put his mouth on hers, and she rejected it at first, but then accepted his tongue.
“You fucking bastard!” My father yelled from the other side of the couch, his softening dick still hanging out of his pants. “Get your filthy hands off my wife!”
I strode to the side table and got Brad’s gun, took the safety off and point it at him. “Shut the fuck up, Dad!” I said. “This is fucking happening.” With the gun pointed at his head, he fell silent.
I had a strange mixture of emotions seeing Brad making out with my mother. I felt jealous, and a little sickened at the idea of seeing my mother sexualized like this but turned on to see him dominate a woman in front of me, a woman for whom I felt so much rage and resentment.
His hands wandered up her bare legs underneath her skirt and pushed aside her panties. I looked away when he did this. But then I heard her moan, and I looked back. It was obvious that this was arousing her!
My father had gone white as a sheet watching his wife be willingly molested by another man. But also, I noticed that his dick was hardening again.
Brad looked at me, and asked one last time to be sure, “Are you sure you want me to do this, lover?” He asked. I nodded. He slid her panties down her long, tanned legs, and spread her thighs apart on the couch, lining up his cock with her pussy. I heard her moan. “Oh please. No. Don’t.” He spent some time rubbing the tip of his massive fuckstick along her cunt. “I won’t put it in unless you want me to.” He promised her.
She began to moan and spread her legs further apart. Her breathing became ragged. I saw my father peering on helplessly, while I pointed the gun at him, his humiliating renewed erection there for all to see. I could see her face straining, no longer able to deny the effect that Brad’s attentions were having on her body. “Oh god!” She cried out. “Oh god help me. Put it in me. Fuck me. Please. Please fuck me.” My father gasped. With a triumphant smile, Brad slid his powerful meat into my mother’s cunt, sliding it in like a hot knife into butter. He immediately began to jackhammer in and out of her, and it wasn’t long before she was screaming in ecstasy. “Oh god, yes! Brad, fuck me harder! Fuck! Yes! Oh god!” She began to orgasm uncontrollably, her cunt spasming on his incredible tool.
“Cum inside her, Brad!” I cried out. “Cum in my mother!” My words spurred him on, and I saw his ass muscles clenching as he shot his load deep in my mother’s pussy. He withdrew his dick, leaving a huge sopping mess inside her cunt. I felt possessed with cruelty now and I turned to my father. “Eat my boyfriend’s cum out of your wife’s cunt.” I commanded, still holding the gun up to him. He looked at me with horror. “Fucking do it, Dad!” I insisted. With great reluctance, my father crawled forward, his hands still bound behind his back, and lowered his face onto her pussy, licking it out with repulsion. She moaned again, as his tongue plunged into her. “Oh, Mickey. Oh god. Please eat my pussy. Please keep doing that. I always wanted you to eat me out. Please make me cum again.”
My father continued to tongue my mother, and her hips began to shake as she came for a second time. “Oh, thank you my darling.” She panted. “After all these years. Thank you.”
I felt saddened to hear it. My father had never made my mother cum in his life, and it was up to my wonderful Brad to make it happen for her. I was so lucky to have such a good man in my life.
“Baby.” I said. “Our work is done here. Let’s get the fuck out of this town.” We hopped on his motorcycle, with just the clothes on our back, and sped off.
We never returned.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fcsbhr/bad_brad_and_the_overprotective_dad
Oh my God I love this.