Dad Gets in the Way

It almost did work, I admit it. All up to the part where it was a different person who was on the couch.

"Do you want to make it real?" I said, and my father looked up and answered.

"Yes, son," he said. "Please control me to be your slut."

"Dad, what the fuck?" I asked. He was wearing a wig so he looked almost just like mom, and clearly wearing her clothes.

"Son I have keyloggers on your computer, I see everything you do," he said. "And I can't let you fuck your mother... she wouldn't be into that at all. But..."

"But...?"

"But I could play her part," he said. "Wouldn't you like to give that a chance?"