Daddy is my Queen

I opened the book to read something that could have been written by myself. Damn, dad was good.

I was sitting in my room, playing video games, it began, when I heard the door slam. I sighed and paused the game, listening as my father-- drunk as usual, climbed up the stairs.

My door slammed open, the white wood banging against the wall. I thought it was my mom at first, but it seemed to actually be my dd. He was wearing hot pants and a bikini top, along with a blonde wig. If it were not for the clearly hard dick in his... her pants, I might not have known.

"Just an awful night," son,." my dad said. "Nothing happened at the club"--

What club? I thought. Was my dad... stripping?

It didn't matter. He continued. "Then I had to talk to your professor about your dismal grades. Fuck."

What could I say? First, this was supposed to be my dad. Second, grades aren't supposed to be share. And third, my dad was giggling, and sat down between my legs, his... her... head pressed into my groin."

"Anyway, I called you friend. They're going to be here in ten minute. You gotta warm me up. Show daddy how she is your queen."

What else could I do? Daddy insisted. He was my queen, after all...