Take it Further!

After our intense encounter, my father seemed hesitant, his face filled with a mix of confusion and guilt. But the taste of forbidden pleasure had awakened something within me, a craving that I couldn't ignore. I wanted more, and I was willing to do whatever it took to fulfill my desires.

That night, as darkness filled the room, I approached my father with a wicked glint in my eyes. "Dad," I said, my voice laced with a mix of authority and desire, "I have a proposition for you."

He looked at me, a mix of apprehension and curiosity flickering in his eyes. "What is it, son?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

A devious smile played on my lips as I revealed my plan. "I want you to wear Mom's wedding dress," I said, my voice dripping with dominance. "And if you refuse, I'll tell everyone about our little secret."

His eyes widened, a mix of shock and fear flashing across his face. "You wouldn't," he stammered, his voice filled with desperation.

I took a step closer, invading his personal space, my voice low and dangerous. "Oh, but I would, Dad," I replied, my tone leaving no room for negotiation. "I've tasted the forbidden fruit, and I won't be denied. Now, put on the dress and meet me in your room."

With a mixture of **** and resignation, my father nodded, the weight of my **** hanging heavy in the air. He disappeared into his room, and after what felt like an eternity, he emerged wearing my mother's wedding dress.

The sight before me sent a jolt of arousal straight to my core. His body, now draped in the delicate fabric, accentuated his curves and emphasized his submission. I couldn't help but smirk at the power I held over him.

I caressed the silky material, my hands tracing the intricate lace and satin. "You look absolutely stunning, Dad," I said, my voice filled with a mix of desire and control. "Now, come closer and let me explore every inch of you."

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes filled with a mix of shame and longing. But the weight of my **** was too heavy, and he slowly approached, his body trembling with anticipation.

I pulled him into an embrace, my hands roaming over the soft fabric of the dress, exploring his body beneath. "You're mine now, Dad," I whispered, my breath hot against his ear. "I'm going to take you to heights of pleasure you've never imagined."

As the night unfolded, we indulged in the depths of our twisted desires. The delicate fabric of the dress clung to his body as I explored every inch of him, pushing the boundaries of pleasure and submission. Our whispered words of longing and dominance filled the room, mingling with the sound of our bodies colliding in a dance of forbidden ecstasy.