The night arrives

The rest of the Afternoon went by in a blur, John kept himself occupied and the thought of what was going to happen out of his mind, but after dinner was finished, John knew it was nearly time. On shaky legs John made it to his parents bedroom, he had never been so nervous for anything, even his hardest exams, however John would be lying if he said he was only nervous out of fear as deep down he was very excited about what was to come.

John made it to his parents bedroom, as he walked into the room he glanced at the clock on the nightstand knowing he only had a few minutes to mentally prepare himself, on the nightstand next to the clock was a note and a couple of the sets of handcuffs from his mothers top drawer. John felt a strange mix of fear and excitement as he saw the cuffs, knowing they would likely be used on him as he submitted to his fathers desires. Reading the note it said "There's an outfit in the bathroom for you. Make sure you're wearing it when I come in to the bedroom" John gulped reading the note from his father, he reminded himself just how important maintaining this facade was, with a newfound sense of determination he made his way into the bathroom to see his outfit for the night.

John could feel his palms sweating as he wondered what outfit his father left for him, he saw a red silk nightgown draped over the towel rack, 'this is it he thought' picking up the soft fabric. John took a deep breath and got changed into the nightgown, the cool material brushing his soft skin as he adjusted the thin straps. He walked back into the bedroom and looked at himself in the mirror, 'god damn' John thought as he looked at his mother in the mirror, the red nightgown was low cut allowing for plenty of cleavage and it was just short enough to show off his mother thighs, his dad knew what outfits looked good on his wife. John heard his father footstep approaching the bedroom and his heart pounded in his chest.