Hotel Harem

I found a book called "Hotel Harem," and started reading:

I woke up in a hotel room, naked. On the floor were various panties and bras and dresses. I rolled over and saw my father next to me, wearing only a bra. I couldn't remember what had happened. I looked around, trying to find my male clothes, but there were none to be found. Dad continued snoring, his cock hard as he slept. I tried to shake it off, figure out what had happened last night, but I couldn't. I needed to get dressed before dad woke up, but there were only women's clothes. I was worried how he would take it, but ended up putting on a dress that kind of fit.

I headed downstairs and walked into the lobby where the desk clerk was reading a magazine. "Good morning," I said cheerfully. She looked up at me and said "Well, good morning to you too." I realized she didn't have any pants on either.

"What place is this? Where am I? What happened last night?" I asked.

She smiled and said, "You must be new here. This is the Love Hotel." I didn't know what to say or do. Finally, I just blurted out, "I'm sorry, I don't understand." She laughed and explained, "This is an adult love hotel for couples. You can come here anytime you want and spend the night together with no one else involved. It's pretty common around here, especially on Valentine's Day."

"Oh," I said. "That's nice. But why are my dad and I in a room with only women's clothes?"

She looked down and blushed. She muttered something about not knowing. I sat back down on a chair and thought. I decided to go back to my room. When I got there my father was waking up. We both looked at each other awkwardly. He asked me if I was okay, and I nodded.

He asked me what happened. I told him I couldn't remember anything from last night. He said he remembered we went out for dinner, then came back to our room. I told him I did too, but I couldn't remember much after.

"Where are my clothes?" he asked. And then, "are you wearing a dress?"

"Umm," I said. I felt my face getting hot. He must think I'm some sort of slut. "Yes," I squeaked. "There are only girl's clothes here." I pointed around the room. There they all were, panties and bras and dresses.

"So," he said. "Did we...you know..."

I started blushing again. "Dad!" I snapped. "Of course not! We're not like that. I'm sure we just passed out drunk. But, uh.. could you put on something? Right now I'm just staring at your cock."

Then I started to remember something. I remembered staring at his cock last night, looking up at it while knelt down. I remembered him wearing fishnet and a miniskirt.

He blushed too. He asked again, "did we...?"

"I don't know," I said.

"Well, I'm going to shower," he said. "Pick an outfit for me I guess, since there are no men's things." He left me to decide what kind of woman he would dress as. I dug through the pile of clothes until I found an outfit I liked for him. I dressed dad in a very tight skirt and a top that showed off his chest. He still had his cock poking out, so I made sure to leave it uncovered. Then I made him wear high heels and makeup.

When he came out of the bathroom he looked great. I don't know why, but I ran over to hug hum, our cocks rubbing against each other as we embraced. The next thing that happened was a surprise: I pulled dad into a kiss.

"Good girl," I told my own father.

He blushed and his hard cock pressed against my stomach.

"We should probably head back," I said. "My mom will be wondering where we are."

He agreed, and we went back to the front desk. I paid for the room and we left. As we walked home I asked him if he was okay. I noticed he was holding his crotch and I wondered if he might be turned on by having sex with me.

"Yeah," he said. "I'm fine."

I was relieved.

When we got back to the house, Mom was there waiting. I immediately ran upstairs and shut myself in my bedroom. I took off my clothes and lay on my bed. I was feeling a lot better. A few minutes later, Dad knocked on my door and came inside.

"Hey," he said. "I just wanted to apologize for acting so weird last night."

"It's okay," I answered. "I'm sorry too. I didn't know you were a crossdresser."

"No, I'm not," he said. "I just don't remember what happened. I guess I got really drunk, which is embarrassing enough, and then we must have met up. I still don't remember what happened after that."

"What do you want to have happened?" I asked him.

"I don't know," he said.

I leaned over and kissed him, pressing my lips against his. Our tongues licked each other and I felt his hard cock press against my thigh. I reached down and stroked him through his underwear.

"Is this what you want us to have done?" I asked.

"No," dad says, "I've thought about it and...." he lowers down beneath you and start to stroke your dick. He moves forward and suddenly his tongue is licking your cockhead.

"Oh my god," I moan. "Dad!"

He moans too, and starts sucking on your cock. His soft lips feel so good around your shaft. He sucks your cock slowly, going deeper with every pass. With one hand he fondles your balls, squeezing them gently.

"Ohhhhhh," I moan as his mouth gets closer and closer to my sensitive tip. "Daaaadddd," I whisper.

"Mmmmm," he moans, sucking and stroking more aggressively.

Suddenly, I feel a surge of cum shooting up my shaft. I gasp and pull away, and look down at my father. "Did you just...?"

"I did," he says. "Now it's time to give you mine."

He pulls off his underwear and lies back on the bed. I crawl onto the bed and suck his cock. I use my hands to jerk him off, my fingers sliding along his shaft as I work his cock. I lick the tip and swirl my tongue around it.

After a minute, my father moans and comes in my mouth. I swallow all of it, moaning happily.

"Let me return the favor," he says. He slides under the covers and puts his arms around me, kissing me passionately. His cock rubs against my leg. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," I tell him.

I climb onto his body, straddling his hips. I guide his cock into me, and he pushes himself up so that I can get fully seated. My own father's cock inside my ass! But he treats me like a woman. He kisses me and tells me that he's really a woman too.

"We're both transexual," he says. "So if we fuck we're a mother and son lesbian team."

"Yes," I say, moaning at his continued touch. "A mother and son lesbian team."

He thrusts into me, fucking me harder. He grabs my breasts, fondling them and tweaking my nipples. I let him play with my tits, because I'm enjoying the pleasure he gives me. He keeps kissing me and pushing his cock in me faster.

"Daddy," I whimper, "I'm gonna cum."

"Okay," he says. "Cum for me baby."

I grab his shoulders and push myself down into him. I feel another orgasm building inside me. I cry out and shake, but my father doesn't stop. He continues to pound me, and I feel my muscles squeezing his cock.

"Fuck," I moan. My cock lets loose, spraying semen every where. My father smiles and holds me tighter. "Thank you," I mumble.

"For what?" he asks.

"For giving me the best orgasms of my life," I say.

He laughs. "Next time you can fuck me like a bitch until I cum like that," he says.