[F4A] My Dad's New Girlfriend Looks a LOT Like Me...

When you're raised by a single parent, you tend to have a lot more freedom. I realized at some point during high school that as long as I kept my grades up and the police were never called, I could do...pretty much anything I wanted. My dad was busy; he didn't have time to worry and micromanage every aspect of my life obsessively. Maybe it's because I never gave him a good reason to scrutinize me. Either way, it felt like a pretty good arrangement. He was always there for the big moments when I needed him, but I still had plenty of room for self-expression and to find out who I was.

He didn't care that I changed the color of my hair more than I changed my sheets. He had no complaints as the number of tattoos and piercings adorning my body continued to grow. And the only time he brought up the stench of weed coming from my room was when he casually mentioned I should light a candle. I might not have had the most normal upbringing, but I was happy.

A few months into my freshman year of college, he mentions that he's "casually" seeing someone. I was surprised, but only because this was a first. I guess he either didn't have the time when I still lived at home, or otherwise didn't want to have anything happen while I was still living at home. I had a million questions that I wanted to ask, but this felt like my turn to respect his right to privacy like he did for me. He was happy, which was enough for me. Everything else could be figured out later.

When my class schedule allows me to have an unexpected long weekend, I take the opportunity to go home. This was the longest stretch I had ever gone without seeing my dad, and I was feeling a bit homesick. Why wait until Thanksgiving when I could just drive a few hours and be home? I thought about calling him to share the good news, but why do that when I could surprise him? If I hurried, I could even make it home in time for dinner.

I pulled up to my childhood home only to find a car that I didn't recognize parked in the driveway. In hindsight, I should have seen this as a possibility, but I guess I just expected him to be home alone. I decided to just cut my losses and text him that I would be home "soon" while I looked for street parking. The smart thing to do would be to wait in my car for any amount of time to see if he would read my text, but I found myself getting out immediately and walking as quickly as I could. I didn't even bring my backpack inside with me.

The moment the front door swung open, my ears were overloaded with a symphony of sounds that painted a visual picture like nothing else. The upbeat and rhythmic plapping that only comes from skin slamming against skin. The creak from springs in a mattress buckling under the weight of two rocking bodies. All in addition to moans, groans, and shrieks of pleasure that were pouring out from his bedroom.

It felt like I had been turned to stone as soon as I stepped through the entryway. Turning back around was the all-too-obvious decision that my body refused to cooperate with. All I could do was stand there as some woman I knew nothing about screamed from the top of her lungs that she was cumming again.

The silence that followed was in some ways more deafening than what had preceded it. When I felt my phone buzz in my back pocket, I remembered that I had texted that I would be home soon. And if they just...finished, he could have easily just checked his phone and seen my message. I ran as quietly as I could towards my bedroom, because I was intent on making as many bad choices today as possible.

I silently closed my door and froze again, trying to be as still as possible. I should have texted that I was planning on coming home before I even left campus. I should have waited for a response before just barging in. And I definitely should have run out of the house if I was going to flee, rather than going to my room. I pulled out my phone to see that the notification I missed was just from fucking Starbucks advertising a new seasonal drink. Though I also saw that Dad had opened my text.

It wasn't long until I heard the commotion of the two of them moving briskly throughout the house. I could hear them talking, but had no idea what they were saying. Not that I wanted to hear the specifics anyway. I've already invaded so much of my dad's privacy today, I didn't want to make things worse. And yet when I heard the front door open and close, I couldn't stop myself from peeking through my blinds to get a glimpse of this mystery woman. I don't know what I was expecting to see, but it wasn't...this.

The first thing I saw her do was shove her pierced tongue down my dad's throat. She was wearing black denim short-shorts with fishnets. A tank top from a band that I saw when they were on tour last spring. Her dyed hair, her piercings, pale skin, and tattoos. Her nose, her eyes, her boobs, her thighs. It was...uncanny.

Eventually, she drives off, and I hear my dad come back inside. Not even thirty seconds go by before my phone is vibrating with a text from him.

"Oh that's so exciting! I can't wait to see you ❤️ When will you be here?"

"About twenty minutes from now." I quickly respond as I slide open and shimmy through my window to sneak back to my car across the street.

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This turned out to be a lot longer than I was initially planning. Oops. I think this dynamic could be a lot of fun to work with as we dive into these characters. I'm open to write with anybody who has fun ideas for what motivations are at play and where things can go in the future. I'm not worried about divying up writing responsibilities for the three characters as I think that will naturally work itself out. The specific details can all be fudged to make the story as much fun and uniquely ours as we want, so long as this core idea remains intact, I'm eager to hear any and all ideas you might have thought of while reading this. Kinks are pretty much wide open aside from bathroom play, fisting, and beast. Discord is probably going to be my preferred platform here, but I'm down to brainstorm on chat first before we move somewhere better suited for writing. Thanks for reading!