Indiscretions Chapter 8 Part 2

Several minutes later, Lisa finally arrives to pick me, Jessica also comes along with her. I can see my daughter trying to stifle her laugh, while Lisa only smiles awkwardly. They had been briefed by Ray about the reason why I went as far as dressing like a woman. Jessica laughing at me makes me feel she doesn’t appreciate my effort.

But it is proof that Ray’s plan is clearly working. I can learn about how they feel in a short time. Ray has given me the necessary ‘equipment’ to learn about my family,

We say farewell to Ray and go back to our car. Lisa asks me to rest as she drives us back home.

‘Thank you, Paul, I don’t know that I needed therapy, but after that session with Dr. Rachel, I feel some weight on my mind has been lifted. Also, thank you for trying to learn about us. I heard about why you are doing this from the psychiatrist. I don’t expect that you will go this far, your breast is slightly bigger than mine.” Lisa remarks

“Yes, daddy. You should look at how sensual you are in the mirror. That wigs and makeup make you look a bit womanly, and these clothes are so sexy. You look sexier than me.“ Jessica interjects in an enthusiastic tone.

Being called sexy by Jessica makes me blush redder; my body gives a response to her compliment like a typical woman, but the response it gives belongs to a man. My cock twitches, my boner that had died down is now hard again. I don’t know whether it is a normal response or not. But her compliments make me horny. Thankfully, I am sitting in the front seat, so Jessica can’t see my boner, while Lisa is fully focused on the road, thus she doesn’t look at me.

“Daddy, your face is so red. Do you like to be called sexy? Wait, can I still call you Daddy? Should I call you Mommy too?”

“Don’t tease your daddy like that, Jessica, she… I mean he, clearly has a hard time. Anyway, I’m your mommy. Why do you need another mommy? Do you want to have a lesbian parent?” Lisa intervenes.

She seems to finally notice my boner. Her face is no redder than mine.

“Jessica, please don’t call me sexy once again. It makes me feel uncomfortable.” More like making me feel horny. If she continues to call me sexy, I think I will lose control of myself and cum right here.

“Pfft…Daddy, your voice also sounds like a girl now.”

I glare at Jessica to make her stop, but it seems to be ineffective.

“Can’t blame me, your dress is so sexy — Sorry, how about you change into my clothes when we get home, I have a lot of cute dresses in my wardrobe you can use, Daddy.”

“Your clothes will be too small for your father; it will not make him less sexy,” Lisa responded to Jessica’s offer. “Paul, if you don’t want to look that sexy, you can change into my clothes when we get home.”

“Uhmm…Thanks.” I let out a weak thanks. Not because I’m ungrateful to the offer, I’m trying to fully focus on holding my urge to cum. My cock throb uncontrollably from all the ‘sexy’ compliments Lisa and Jessica said, intentionally or unintentionally. Sweat begin to fall down all over my body. Because of its material, the sheer gown sticks to my body like a wet cloth.

“Paul, are you okay?” Lisa asks with concern.

“I’m okay. I just want to take a piss.” I’m lying, but it’s better to say that than to tell them I'm about to cum.

“We can make a stop at a nearby gas station if you want; there is a public restroom there that you can use,” Lisa offers.

“No, just go home as fast as you can, please.” No way I'm doing it in a public toilet, and I don’t want people to see me appearing like this.

“Okay.”

Half an hour later, we finally arrived at our house. Fortunately, there are no people around, so I can rush into the house without anybody noticing, otherwise it will be a walk of shame, and I will not know where I should put my face in this community.

I’m glad that even though I am wearing women’s clothing, I’m not in high heels, so my movement is unimpeded, and I can run as fast as I can.

I shut myself in our bathroom, and finally let out a breath of relief. I am on the verge of cumming but thankfully, I make it on time, well, not on time enough, I come before I can pull down my panties. I soil the silky panties with my cum.

It feels great; it is one of the better orgasms I have from masturbation, better than using my hands.

As the pleasure begins to wear off, I regain my clarity and finally realize what I just did. I feel like I’m a freak.

I finally got a clear look at my reflection in the mirror for the first time since the surgery. No wonder Jessica said that my make-up makes me look more womanly when I never remember putting on make-up. My face is caked with thick makeup. A red lipstick, dark eyeshadow and mascara, long fake eyelashes, and contour that makes my face look softer and rounder. I look like a woman, but it is still quite easy to tell that I’m not one. What is it called again? Drag something…Right, a drag queen. I look like a drag queen. A slutty one. I’m ashamed of how freakish I look but somehow, I don’t hate it. I admit that the feminine look isn’t too bad, but I also don’t deny that it makes me look weird. I’m not yet used to it, but it has its own charm.

When I am about to leave after I calm down, I find myself faced with a new problem: my panties are soiled, I can’t go out of this room without any panties. Well, I can, but I can’t bring myself to just go out with my cock hung out in the open without any cover. Like wearing a woman’s panties is freaky, but I prefer it to not wearing anything to cover my cock. I look around, and maybe Lady Luck is on my side. I find another pair of panties in the laundry basket. Blue and white striped colored panties. I don’t know whether it is Lisa or Jessica, but it doesn’t seem too dirty compared to mine, so I changed into that one.

I walk out of the bathroom and see Jessica standing in front of the door. Thank God that I decided to wear panties instead of coming out without wearing anything down there.

“Why are you here?” I ask my daughter.

“I want to use the bathroom. Is anything wrong with it?”

“No, nothing, you can use the bathroom.” I take a side step to clear the way for her.

But Jessica doesn’t move. She gives me a weird look.

“What’s wrong?” I ask her once more

“Dad, why are you wearing my panties?”

“T-this is your panties?” I stutter because of the shock. It feels like I’m a thief who is caught red-handed. My mind goes into overdrive to think of a reason that Jessica will accept, but I don’t find anything that sounds convincing.

“Yes, it’s mine. Daddy, are you stealing my panties?”

I shake my head, “No, I'm just borrowing it. Yes, I’m borrowing because of an emergency. I will return it after a while.”

Jessica doesn’t let me escape and block my way, she grins wickedly at me, “Tell me about this emergency, I want you to be honest with me, else I will tell mommy that you are stealing my panties, I swear I will not be judgmental, unlike you, I’m more open minded, but dressing like a woman didn’t make it acceptable for you to put on your daughter’s panties without her consent.”

“No, don’t tell your mom, I will tell you.” I finally tell my daughter that I am masturbating in the bathroom. But I didn’t tell her that I have been quite horny since in the car because of her compliment.

Jessica suddenly grabs my hand and drags me back to the bathroom. She pushes me down to the toilet seat.

“Sit down, Daddy. Rather than wearing those dirty panties of mine you pick from the laundry basket, I can give you clean panties, but there's a catch: I want you to cum in my panties while I watch you.”

“You want me to jerk off in these panties? And you will be here watching?”

Jessica nods a few times. “Yes, and you can’t refuse, else I will tell mommy about this.”

Can I masturbate in front of my daughter? That feels very degenerate. I can’t. I shouldn’t. Where should I put my dignity as a father?

Jessica notices my hesitant expression, and she then kneels before me. “Should I help you, Daddy?”

“No, Jessica, don’t!”

Jessica doesn't stop even when I beg her. She doesn’t take my cock out of the panties, but rubs the panties with her finger. My cock grows harder and harder with each rub.

“Well, that’s quite a decent-sized cock, not as small as I thought it would be. I already expected that you are below 5 inches, but surprisingly, you are a bit bigger than my expectations.” Jessica's remark.

After a few moments, she stops rubbing my cock, “I think it’s ready.”

Ready for what? I wonder.

Jessica unzips her skirt and lets it fall down on the floor. She isn’t wearing any panties, and I can see her bare pussy. It shocked me; I never expected that my girl would go commando when we went to the psychiatrist.

“What are you going to do? Stop it, Jess! This is wrong! I’m your father,” I beg Jessica to stop.

“Worry not, Daddy. We will not do something so scandalous between father and daughter. I can’t let you fuck me anyway. But I can still do this.”

Jessica turns around and begins to grind her bare pussy atop my panties covered cock.

“Do you like it daddy? This will not end before you cum. So, cum. Cum in my panties like a pervert. I’m turning around so you can imagine me as another woman. Just imagine that it's not your daughter who grinds your cock, maybe imagine I’m Sheila. or Aunt Catherine, or Aunt Harmony.”

I close my eyes and do as Jessica said. I try to imagine it is Sheila, Lowell's slutty delinquent girl. Then, my imagination shifts to Catherine, Lowell’s Matriarch, but in my imagination, she is more slutty than her daughter. She is the MILF from the video. And then Catherine’s form transformed into my sexy, busty neighbor, Harmony. But in the end, before I cum, my imagination breaks down, and I am brought back to the reality that it is Jessica who grinds atop my cock.

“I’m cumming.” I groan as I let out another load and soil another panties.

Jessica smiles wickedly at me, “Perfect, it’s all captured in my phone. From this angle, you look like you are fucking me, your daughter. So, from now on, if you piss me off, you can say goodbye to your reputation as I share this with mommy and others. You are my bitch now, Daddy.”

“You are blackmailing your own father?”

“Yes. Don’t worry, I’m still your good girl. This is only an assurance that I don’t intend to use. I don’t intend to drag my father through mud, as long as you don’t **** me.” Jessica threatens.

Jessica continues, “Oh, and as agreed, I will bring you my clean panties. What color do you like? Yellow? pink? White?”

“Pink,” I reply. I don’t know why I chose the color pink; white is better, but since I’m wearing this all pink getup, I feel it would be wrong to choose any other color than pink.

“Pink, got it. Wait here. I’ll come back as quickly as possible.” Jessica left the room, and left me alone in the bathroom.

Oh my god, what just happened? I am still trying to process what Jessica did. Jessica now has damning **** material that will ruin my future and destroy this family once it comes out.

What can I do to stop her? I think hard for a few minutes, and finally get an idea. Hypnosis. I can ask Ray to hypnotize her. I have decided to teach her a lesson in humility.

The door to the room opened, and I snapped out of my contemplation. Jessica is back.

“I’m back with your pink panties, Daddy.” She hands me pink panties for me to wear and then leaves the room once again.

I wear the panties and leave the bathroom too. I walk to the living room and find Lisa sitting on the sofa. She is holding a half-emptied wine glass. But I soon noticed something was wrong with my wife.

Lisa seems very spaced out and high. She had a dull, stupid smile on her intelligent face.

What is happening to her?

“Worry not, daddy, Mommy was just popping some pills. She will be in that ‘zombie’ state for at least 2 hours. It is part of her medication,” Jessica comes to the room and explains the reason to me.

“Medication?”

“Yes, the psychiatrist prescribed it to her.”

If it's Ray that prescribes it, maybe it is fine. But somehow, I can’t shrug off the bad feeling I have.

Is my decision to bring my family to Ray correct?

TO BE CONTINUED

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