Talk Real Dirty

"I want to hear you talk dirty to me," I said. "Real dirty about this."

"Son, that's not something you should do. I'm your father not--" his voice changed right then. "You dirty boy, you want your daddy like a girl for you huh?" He rubbed his hands up and down his sides, teasing them across his chest, and just down into the panties. "Daddy's soo dripping wet for you son. Daddy's tight slit is waiting for your big hard cock.-- Jesus, no, son, don't remember that! I never said anything like it."

He was struggling for control. He stepped towards me angry, about to try something. I snapped my fingers again and he went back into trance.

"That's right, look at daddy's sexy body. It's always been a girly body and it's always been just for you. Mmm, I just wanna please you, baby. With my titties, with my mouth, with my pussy... and maybe even... No-- no I don't! I won't do any of that. You have to stop this."

His eyes were more pleading now than angry.

"What-- what are you doing?" he asked.

It was a good question.