You stand there, dumbfounded, staring at the suitcase. You pick u a blouse, and glare at it intensely. That cold-hearted bitch! She knows how much of a dick your dad is, how could your own mom do this to you?
You're so absorbed in your own thoughts you miss the knock on the door. You start paying attention halfway through the sentence--
"--you in there? It's unlocked, I'm coming in..."
Before you have a chance to react, your dad has opened the door. Your blouse-holding hands dart to your crotch, covering your junk.
"Dad!" you yell, waving him away. "Get out, I'm changing!"
"Sorry, John, but you didn't answer and--" Almost to the door, he pauses and turns around. "Is that a pink blouse?"
"I-it's nothing, Dad, just--" You're interrupted by him leaning over and pulling it from your grasp.
"It is!" he laughs as he holds it from your grasp. "And your entire suitcase is like this?"
You finally mange to jump up and take it from him, and turn around to put it in the suitcase. "Look, I wet the bed the other nght, and Mom..." You glance back mid-sentence, and see your dad's eyes fixed on something.
Is he staring at your ass?
"Dad, what are you looking at?" you ask, turning back around. But the sight of your dick just makes his eyes grow wider, hungrier.
"I don't care if it's taboo..." he mutters, reaching for his belt. Is he about to whip you? "You're so damn cute, son!"
Wait, cute?
He lets his jeans hit the floor, and he leans in for a kiss, grabbing your dick.
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