I had to make hir my wife...

This was the most attractive woman I had ever seen. Her hair was cropped short, and she was wearing a dress with slits so you could see her legs. The thought that I wanted to wear that dress ran through my mind for a minute. But the other thought, the one that really took over, was how much I wanted to have this woman.

Her breasts were either piushed up or fake-- just enough so that they looked firm and pert. And her lips were a little on the bimbo side. Just a touch. She put her hand up to her head and blushed to see me.

“Baby,” she said, “you came! I wasn’t sure you would come and meet with me. I didn't think even now you really card.”

Of course I cared: this woman even smelled goo from afar. I just wanted to bite her neck, and suck in her sweetness. I forgot everything else, and pulled her into a kiss.

“I have to have your right here,” I said.

That’s when I noticed that the dress, the revealing one with the slits up the side-- it was a wedding dress.

“Yes,” she said, whimpering, “marry me. Make me into this. This is what I am supposed to be.”

I forgot everything except for my still growing erection. It was helped harder by her hands. She actually took me by the dick and pulled me by it to the pulpit.

I hear The Duchess beside me, saying that this was exactly what she wanted. What she needed to see.

I splayed the woman’s legs open, ready for my cock to penetrate her pussy. Then it hit me: this was my father.

The tip of my cock rubbed against my father’s own cock head. Pre-cum leaked out of both of us, mingling. The duchess hovered around us. She moaned excitedly to see this.

I had to do it-- I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned forward and began to suck my dad’s tits. He was himself and he was the girl I lusted after. M resistance down, I could barely stop myself from beginning…