'Alison' blows

'Alison, what the hell is going on?' Jack asked as soon as they were alone. 'I'm not Alison. Not really.' Her voice was much more manly than Jack had ever heard it. 'What?' He asked, confused. 'I'm Walter. But... well, I can transform how I look.'

'bullshit,' said Jack, not believing the woman in front of him. 'Really?' Walt asked. 'What would convince you I'm not her, besides my voice?'

'you could be putting that on,' explained Jack as he crossed his arms. 'I'm not but okay. Would your daughter do this?' Walter asked as he ran his hand up Jack's thigh slowly and cupped his bulge. 'I...' jack was lost for words. 'Still not sure, daddy?' Walter asked, losing himself for a minute in his persona. 'Alison, this isn't... Shh.' Jack made Walter go quiet as he lowered himself down. 'Don't speak, please. Just... do whatever.' Jack trembled. This was so wrong. So why was he loving it? That was his daughter's teenage body. Her exposed chest. Her barely-hidden cunt. Her lovely lips and silky, golden hair. It was her. 'I shouldn't...' Jack tried but his cock was out now and he couldn't hide how hard he was. Pre cum dropped from his tip and Walter made sure to lick it all up. 'God...' Jack groaned as Walter put Alison's lips around her dad's cock. 'So this is how this feels?' Jack asked, letting slip he'd thought about it before. Walter, as Alison, continued to suck Jack's cock until he pulled it out of her mouth. 'Fuck,' Jack said as he stroked his dick. 'Look at me. Look at daddy,' he said as he shot his load over his daughter's face.

walter smiled, cum covering every inch of her face, and blew a kiss to Jack. 'Would your daughter do that, Jack?' She asked as she scooped some cum into her mouth and swallowed. 'Maybe not,' Jack smiled. 'But I'm glad you did, looking like her.'