Thirsty Father in Drag

Mom's shouting faded away as I typed, trying to find the strangest experience I could. My cock hardened as I typed furiously.

Time stopped and flowed backwards. Now it was not my mother who came in, but my father. He was in her clothes, one of her casual daytime dresses. He almost sounded like her. Almost. His big giveaway way the hard dick, bigger than mine, poking out from his skirt.

He bit his lip and bent down to my neck. "Son," he said, "can I ask you something?"

"Uh, sure dad," I said, not knowing exactly what to say to this, even though I'd typed it up.

"Would you help me be a real woman? Let me suck your dick."

"No way," I said, though my cock hardened at the idea.

"I am your father," he said, "I could just suck you right now, but I want to make a deal with you... I will do absolutely anything you want if you just facefuck me once."