Chapter 2

Chapter II

Usually I waited until my father was out to try on mom's clothes. But I didn't even check. I was far too horny to do anything but slip into mom's room.

I slipped out her white lace panties and a matching bra. I dropped my pants and took off my shirt. I stood looking in the mirror, holding my chest. I was saying: "that's it daddy, your son-wife wants you to slap your big cock against her titties," when he walked in.

I didn't see him at first. I was dropping to my knees, licking my lips and role-playing. "Mom doesn't suck you like I can suck you". That's when I turned and saw him.

I was staring right into his pants. I could see the outline of his cock, larger than mine. Was it twitching? Hardening? It seemed like it, but I couldn't tell.

"What the hell are you doing?" my dad asked. I stood up and grabbed my pants, trying to pull on my clothes.

"I could ask you the same thing!" I screamed back.

"Are you asking me?" my dad asked. It was strange: rather than continuing to be angry, or continuing in any other manner, he paused, hanging in the air. It was as if a remote control had stopped him until I could reply.

"Yes," I said. "What are you doing?"

That's where it truly got weird. There was a shimmer in the air, vaguely reminiscent of the goddess in my dreamstate.

Dad's eyes glazed over. "Yes, Goddess," he said. "I will answer. I was coming in her to put on your mother's clothes and imagine I was her."

"Why?"

"Yes, Goddess," he said again. "I will tell you why. I am a crossdresser. I have repressed it, but when your mom moved out she left her clothes. You were out one day and I was curious, so I put on her wedding lingerie and then her dress. I was imagining getting married."

"Who to?"

"Yes goddess," my father said. There was a long pause. "To you, son," he said at last.

There was another long pause.

"Do you want to dress up for me right now?"

I awaited my father's answer.