Cheerleader Daddy

Dad dreamt while he passed out. He dreamt that he was going to my high school while I was going there. He was in the body of a popular girl and would see me in the hallway. He dreamt that his dream-pussy got so wet to see me that he came once in a classroom while the teacher and other students watched. He dreamed of the teacher calling him to stay after class so dad’s cunt could get sucked and finger fucked.

I did not dream. After a while I woke up and watched as my dad rolled around, moaning my name.

I looked up at the Duchess, who grinned evilly at me. She pointed again towards the closet. As if compelled by her, I opened it. I found almost every type of clothes I imagine. The Duchess scowled again, pointing again.

“Choose carefully what each will wear and what they will play. This is the turning point.”

“The turning point of what?”

“Of your father-fucking… his cum is in you, but don’t you want…”

“To be the one that cums on and in him?” I said. I was holding a cheerleading uniform, one clearly made for porn. It said Blowjob University across the chest.

“Then dress the right person up.” I slipped out of the clothes I was in.

Then, as dad moaned and tossed and turned, I slowly removed any clothes he was still wearing. I shimmied the panties up his legs, tucking his cock in. Tights came next, then a skirt.

When I put the bra on my dad, the Duchess said that he had such pretty titties he should use his girl assets more.

“I am the girl,” my dad murmured, as I put the shirt on him. He woke up and looked up at me with pleading, horny eyes.