Note: A fan commissioned this story!

I always admired my dad for being a great inventor as much as I despised my mother for being a lazy leech.

He was brilliant, and she was a parasite. A blood-sucking mosquito feasting off his genius, an intestinal worm that sapped his ambition, and a cordyceps fungus that had burrowed into his brain to control him like a puppet. I hated her. Loathed her.

So I did what my dad should have done a long, long time ago. I invented a solution.

“That’s amazing, Daddy,” I said over the Zoom meeting. I was in my room at home and he was in his lab at “his” company. I put it in quotes because it should only be his company, but Mom had gotten her grubby, little hands on it. Her sausage fingers on it. Once she had, she had wrested it from him. “That’s a wonderful invention. I love it.”

I flashed a thumbs up on the screen.

“Your mother’s not sure it’s marketable,” Dad said, his face falling. He was a slender man, a little underfed and pale from spending much of his time in his lab. His dark-brown hair was messy, his glasses askew. I thought he was handsome. “She thinks I just wasted the company’s resources.” His shoulders sagged. He sighed. “She wants me to get back on the washer machine. She feels household appliances have a much great revenue stream.”

“But that’s so boring,” I said. “What do you want to do, Daddy?”

He hesitated. “I mean ... your mother’s usually right about these things. She did go to business school.”

“Night business school,” I muttered beneath my breath.

“So I just think that I should turn my attention back to getting the washer machine working. It’ll make her happy.”

“She doesn’t care if you’re happy, Daddy,” I muttered.

“Of course she does, honey,” Dad said. He smiled at me. “I have to go.”

“Yeah, yeah, I hear Mom cracking that whip,” I said, shaking my head.

“You should get along better with your mother. She’s coming by to talk to you. She’s not happy that you’re not going to college.”

“You didn’t go to college,” I said. “There are better ways to learn than moldering my brain in mediocrity then to lower myself to be around the dullards of the world.” Like Mom.

“You really should go,” Dad said. “It’s a great social experience.” He glanced at the wall. “My breaks over. You know your mother hates it when I’m not productive. See you later, honey. Love you.”

“Love you, too, Daddy,” I said, my stomach churning with anger. It boiled in me. Why did my dad ever marry Mom? She was so common. Such trash. Because of pussy, I supposed. Mom gave it to Dad. That’s where the leeching really began. She fed on his seed and made him an idiot in one area of his life.

I readied for Mom to show up. She usually was too busy for me. I had been raised by nannies and tutors, sent to elite private schools. I hated it all. It wasn’t the life I wanted. My mother’s fat fingers wanted to mold me to be just like her.

I waited for her in the living room. I hummed as I sat there, wearing a dress. It would infuriate her. It was out of the fifties. Sleeveless, fitted tight in the bodice and snug at the waist with a skirt that spilled down to my ankles. I patted my blonde hair. I had it styled just like June Cleaver. I smiled as I heard the door open.

“Emily, darling,” Mom called in that fake voice she used, squeezing it up into the higher register. “Where’s my little queen?”

“Right here, Mother,” I said, standing up and smoothing my skirt.

Mom strode in, her fat bulk squeezed into a power suit like something Hillary Clinton would wear. Pastel pink with a pencil skirt that her bulbous ass filled out. Her blouse hugged the muffin top waist she had. She wore a pearl necklace that fit snugly between the folds of two of her three chins. Her hair, dyed blonde, was pulled up into a severe bun. She did that to look smarter. Those and the fake glasses that didn’t fit her pudgy, greasy face.

“Now what is this ... outfit?” Mom asked, staring at me in confusion. “And that haircut, Emily? I know I told you to cut it short, but I meant a bob or something, not...”

“What’s wrong with my hair, Mother?” I asked, smiling with all the empty-headed, vacuous effort I could. “I think it’s perfect for tending the house. Doesn’t get in the way of cleaning.”

“We have maids for that,” she said, her brow knitting. “I’m concerned for you, Emily. I hear you turned down going to Harvard and Cornell. I worked very hard to secure you those opportunities. We need more girls like you out there in the business world.”

“Like me?” I asked, cocking my head to the side. “Whatever do you mean, Mother?”

“What is up with this Stepford Wife crap?” Mom waddled forward. “Where’s that fierce queen who gets shit done?” She snapped her fingers before her. “Where’s that fire, Emily? That hunger. If you’re afraid, don’t be. You’re my daughter. You’re going to be amazing. There’s nothing you can’t do. You can be a CEO just like me. Show those men who’s in charge now.”

“Us girls?” I asked with all the vapid confusion I could.

“Yes, us girls,” Mom hissed, her pudgy face growing red. “What the fuck is up with you, Emily? You’re creeping me out. Don’t tell me you really want to ... to...”

“Be a housewife?” I asked. “A homemaker? To raise my husband’s kids while he works?”

“Yes!” She raised her finger and waggled it. “I didn’t raise you to be weak. No daughter of mine is going to be a mewling little quim that kneels before her husband and begs to have a few dollars to get her hair done. I won’t have you barefoot and pregnant while your piece of shit husband spends all his day at work leaving you in domestic bondage.”

“But Mother, isn’t in my right to choose?” I asked. “To be a wife and mother or a miserable, fat cow running a company.”

“Fat cow?” Fury crossed her face. “You will show me some goddamn respect! I’ve earned it!”

“How?” I sneered, dropping my act. “Tell me, Mother, what did you do to earn it besides latching onto Dad’s cock and sucking out all his drive, all his ambition, with that loose, flabby cunt?”

Her face mottled red. “You little bitch, you think you can talk to me like that? Do you know what I have done? What I have built?”

“Stealing Dad’s ideas then hiring some smart men to run the company and make the real decisions while you play boss girl CEO and live out your fantasies that you’re someone that matters. Going to your little cocktail parties and tittering with your vapid ‘friends’ about all the smart decisions you steal from Dad and Mitch and Carl and Steve. You take the credit for men’s work and think that makes you more than a whore!”

Her lower jaw trembled.

“Come on, Mother,” I snarled. “Yas queen it up!” I snapped my fingers before her. “Come on. Show me how you’re the boss bitch. In charge of all those quivering beta males you hire. All those fucking sycophantic ‘yes men’ that run the company for you while you play out your fantasy that you’re powerful. That you’re in charge. Without men, you’re just a fat bitch squeezed into an outfit three seizes too small for your bloated ass!”

“I will not stand for this, Emily,” she hissed. “I will—”

“Suck more of the life from Daddy?” I snarled. “Control his creativity? Compromise his vision because you have stolen his balls and beat him down with all your criticism. I’m done letting your ruin him!”

“And just what do you think you’re going to do about it, little girl?” she demanded. “Do you have the girl-balls to step up to your mother? I didn’t grow up in a mansion with maids to wipe my cunt after I took a piss! I grew up in a trailer. I watched my dad beat my mother when he got drunk. And I can show you how he did it.”

I smirked. “Bully to the end. Just like with dad. You’re an abuser.”

“And your father is too dumb to think about the uses of his products!” Mom snarled back. “You think he’s so perfect, but without my business skills, not a single thing he invented would be a success.”

“He founded the company before he married you. He was already having success, then you weaseled in with your night school degree. You tricked him into thinking you could do the day to day. He trusted you, and you repaid it by crushing him. Making him work on the most mundane things.”

“Things that have a good profit margin and reliable revenue streams!”

“That’s the mediocrity in you, Mother!” I snarled. “You don’t see the greatness he could have achieved. He could have been a Mark Zuckerburg or an Elon Musk. A Steve Jobs, Mother. He could have changed the world if you hadn’t smothered him in your stupidity.”

She smiled, full of cruel promise like she was some queen that had all this power. She thought she stood taller than me not realizing she was just standing on the backs of the men she crushed. But me...

“Do you want to see what I invented, Mother?” I said and turned to the couch. I pulled a pillow aside and produced this futurist ray gun. It was something right out of a Fifties sci-fi movie. Something corny. Something at home in Flash Gordon.

I spun around and aimed it at her.

“Congratulations,” Mother sneered, clapping her hands. “You made a toy that won’t sell.”

“I made a hypnobeam,” I said. “I can change people’s minds with it. On the lowest settings, I can modify them a little bit. Make them do a specific command. Or if I put it on full blast...” I twisted the knob on the side from One to Eleven. “I can wipe their original mind and replace it with something of my own creation.”

“That’s the dumbest thing I have ever heard,” Mother said. “You think you’re so great, that I’m such a failure, then you’re cut off. No money. No help. You can—”

I pulled the trigger. The pink light bathed her face. Full intensity. I smiled as my mother’s features slackened. Her jaw dropped. Her lower lip quivered. Her entire body went limp. She just stood with not a thought in her brain.

“You are to go far, far away and be a fat, cheap whore at a truck stop,” I said. “Your Lottie the Lot Lizard now. Scurry off. Go. Have fun sucking trucker cock, whore.”

Her new personality settled in on her. She stumbled away like a zombie. She would build a new life for herself. I wondered how long she lasted sucking dicks for five dollars in the back of truck cabs. It was all she was good for. Daddy deserved a much better wife.

Now I just had to wait for Daddy to come home.

“What do you mean, she’s gone?” Dad asked. He looked so stunned as he sank in the chair.

“She said she was done,” I said, feeling so elated. “That she was tired of being a fraud and holding you back. She didn’t run the company. Mitch, Carl, and Steve do that, Daddy. And they’ve been held back as much as you while she played at CEO. Her words. She was sobbing. So she fled. She signed the divorce papers.”

I did. Forging her signature.

“She hates herself and wants us to be free of her,” I added. “It’s in the note.”

I had made an invention that let me mimic anyone’s handwriting then used some Natural Learning AI to adopt her writing style. It was simple stuff.

“See?” I handed it to dad. Handwritten. “She’s confessing to it all. The affairs. How she feared taking risks so she made you shelf all your brilliant ideas. How she beat you down.”

“But ... but...”

He looked so broken. So betrayed. The pain in his eyes made me want to weep. But he had to know just what a fat, treacherous, disgusting whore he’d married. Some cow who bought into all that feminist crap that she could do whatever she wanted. She had been fed validation and not given an ounce of criticism. No one had ever told her that she was a moron. Had ever said her ideas were stupid.

This was the result.

“Here, Daddy,” I said, heading to the kitchen. I poured two glasses of wine. In his, I dropped a little chemical I invented. It would heighten his aggression. Make him more assertive. Restore all that testosterone Mom sucked out of him.

She had found her meal ticket and latched on like a remora onto a shark. She had nearly bled him dry, but I would restore him to that man he was. He would go back to so many of those projects that he had shelved. That he had been convinced had no marketability. He would no longer be a nail pounded down to lie flush with the others. He would stick up to stub toes. To make changes.

And he would see other opportunities.

I headed to him, my low-cut top cupping my large breasts. I was blessed with a big pair of F-cups that were overflowing my dress. I had worked out every day. I had a fit figure. My short skirt swayed as I hurried back to him.

I sat down beside him and handed him the wine.

“She really left me?” he croaked, staring at me so lost.

“You don’t need her, Daddy,” I said. “She gave you one good thing. Me. I have all the best of you and what little good there was in her.” Mainly her tits. She did have a big pair of tits. “You have me, Daddy. I’m here for you. To support you, not suck you dry. Drink.”

“But...” He took the glass of wine. “I don’t know how to run the company. She knew all the business stuff.”

“Dad, she sat in her office playing Boss Bitch CEO. She just rubber-stamped decisions and stole credit at cocktail parties when she wasn’t banging her assistant.” I smiled at him and put my hand on his knee. “Trust me, things are going to be better. Drink your wine.”

He did. He gulped it down. It was loaded with chemicals that would increase his serotonin and his testosterone. Serotonin was a very important neurotransmitter. It made you confident and assertive. When you won, you got more of it, leading to you being even more dominating which would lead to more serotonin levels.

But when you had a harpy beating you down, you lost it. Which made you more and more spineless. It was a very primitive reaction. It was what separated the male who fucked all the females from the male who slunk around on the outside who never got to mate. The lion who ruled the pride, the alpha wolf who led the pack, the stallion who had a harem of mares trotting around with him.

Dad was about to become king lion again.

He sat up straighter and straighter with each sip. He shifted, his confidence swelling in him. I could see it as he drank more and more of the wine. His testosterone levels were rising. That would make him more aggressive, too. More sexual. A conqueror.

“You don’t need her, Daddy,” I purred, leaning forward so my large tits dangled before his vision. “You don’t need that bitch because you have me.” I smiled, my hand sliding higher. “I can be everything that you thought she would be. Supportive. Loving. Managing the home while you invent and run your company. You’re a genius, Daddy. It’s time you take your place in history.”

He glanced down at my cleavage and polished off his wine. “What are you doing, honey?”

“Doing, Daddy?” I asked with complete innocence. “I’m not doing anything, Daddy.”

“Yes, you are,” he said. “How you’re dressed. Jesus, you’re trying to seduce me.”

“Don’t young, nubile women always want to seduce great men,” I moaned, my hand sliding higher. “We’re drawn to greatness. You burn so bright. I’m just a moth that can’t help but drift near you.”

“I’m your father!” he growled, his voice already so much stronger.

“And you’re a genius.” I slid my hand over his crotch. I rubbed at his cock through his slacks. “You’re like what Nietzsche wrote. The Ubermensch. You’re greater than the average man. Should you be bound by their petty morality? Their limiting rules. Aren’t you beyond such pedantic ideas as good and evil? Right and wrong. I thought you were a man who had the will to seize what he wanted!

“And you want me, Daddy.” I squeezed his hard cock through his slacks. “You want me so badly.”

He stared at me, the chemicals working on his brain were doing their thing. I had added one more thing to the concoction. Oxytocin. The neurochemical that created peer-bonding. Love. I needed to flush the shackles that Mother had on his mind and replace them.

With me.

I leaned forward, my hand kneading his dick. “Be that great man who seizes the world. Who takes what he wants. Let me be more than your daughter. Let me be the perfect wife. Raising our kids properly. I’ll keep the household maintained while you invent and create and revolutionize the world, Daddy. Seize your future!

“Seize me!”

I released my hold on his cock and stood up before him. I turned around and wiggled my cute rump at him, the short skirt barely falling over my ass. I bent over more, flashing the thong I wore. The three chemicals were burning through his brain. He would erupt.

Right? Had I made a mistake? What if I didn’t have the chemical ratio down to give him this nudge to violate the taboo. To seize something young and forbidden.

I was Eve holding all the Knowledge of Good and Evil in my hand. He just had to bite.

“Emily,” he growled, his chair sliding back as he stood up. I could see it in his eyes. I had done it. He grabbed the bubbly cheeks of my rump through my skirt. He squeezed and kneaded me. I shuddered at the heat of his touch. “Goddamn, do you know what you are doing to me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I purred as he kneaded my rump. “I’m setting you free to be great!”

“What was in that wine?” he demanded, his fingers sliding into my butt-crack.

“Just what you need to be a winner again,” I purred. “You thought you were one when you met Mom. That you hit the jackpot with her. You were young, and she had big tits. She was pretty cute. But she wasn’t what you thought she was. She was a trap that you fell in. That won’t happen with me. I’ll do all the things that bitch wouldn’t. I’ll be what you want in a wife.”

“What’s that?”

“Someone as smart as you who will stay home and take care of the house. The kids. Your legacy. You just have to be great.” I leaned back. “And I’m the first of those perks. Young. Nubile. Just what a man in his forties needs. Nineteen-year-old pussy.”

“Illegal pussy. Forbidden pussy.”

“Doesn’t that just make it hotter?” I purred.

“Fuck,” he growled, his fingers sliding into my butt-crack. “This is insane, Emily. Just insane.”

I threw a look over my shoulder. “Do you want to go back to working on washer machines? Or do you want to change the fucking world, Daddy!”

He grabbed my shoulders, spun me around, and pinned me to the table. His lips were on mine. I shuddered, tasting the wine as my daddy kissed me with such force. Such hunger. My cunt clenched with the thrill of this moment. My heart beat. It was wild. The blood surged through me.

His tongue thrust into my mouth. He claimed me. His hands slid up my low-cut top and squeezed my large breasts through it. I wore no bra beneath, my nipples poking at the material. He ran his thumbs over them, sending tingles down my body to my cunt.

I quivered against him, loving what he did to me. This was so awesome. My tongue thrust into his mouth and danced about with his. A shiver ran through me. I loved every moment of this. My cunt blazed with such heat.

He broke that kiss and stared down at me. At my tits. At my body. “Show me! Show me just what you will do for me!”

I smiled as he backed up. I pulled off my top. My breasts spilled out. They were so big and round. He stared at them, panting. I twisted my nipples. Pleasure shot down to my cunt. My pussy clenched with my excitement, soaking my thong.

“I’m going to suck that dick,” I purred. “I’m going to kneel before you and bob my mouth up and down your big cock, Daddy.” I slid my hands up my thighs, stroking myself. “Will you show it to me? Show me how big your dick is, Daddy?”

“Fuck,” he groaned and my hands shoved up beneath my skirt. I peeled off my panties as he fumbled to undo his belt. He watched me drag down my thong. “Emily ... Jesus, honey, you really want me.”

“Of course, Daddy.” I cooed, bending over, my big tits swaying. I shoved my thong past my knees and let it drop. I straightened and stepped out of the dainty underwear. “Don’t you want me? Haven’t you been lusting after me for years? I’ve seen the porn you’ve been spanking it to. Step-daughter porn. How naughty. It ... inspired me.”

He opened his fly and shoved down his slacks and his boxers. His cock sprang out. I shuddered at seeing my first one in person. Oh, I had watched lots of porn, research for my seduction. I had to be the virgin slut for my Daddy. He had to know that I would do anything for him, but that no man had ever touched me before today.

And no man but him ever would.

I fell to my knees before him, my skirt swirling, my shaved pussy dripping with my excitement. My tits swayed back and forth as I leaned in and grabbed his cock. I shuddered at the incestuous contact of his big dick.

This was so amazing. So wonderful. He throbbed in my hand. I felt the wild beat of my dad’s heart. His desire for me. He loosened his tie as he stared down at me. I licked my lips and winked at him. He groaned, his dick twitching hard.

I licked the tip of his cock.

He groaned as my tongue stroked over the crown of his dick. I caressed his wonderful, spongy crown and gathered the precum beading out. The salty flavor of his masculine promise spilled over my tongue. I closed my eyes, savoring it.