He does you in

It takes him a moment for your dad to realize that the look on your face, the flustered blushing mess of a wife right now was not because of something worrisome, but rather arousal. With a smile, he started to take off his shirt in front of you. "How long have you been waiting?"

You most certainly weren't gay, and you've never had the idea of being attracted to a man, much less your own dad. Hell, when you first got the remote, the possibilities of endless sex excited you, and how much pussies you could get. Instead, the first thing you were getting after fondling your mom's own tits was your dad's dick. With a short 'eep', you try to escape, but he's already pushing onto you, kissing you on your lips and practically forcing you into the bed.

He's already hard, pent-up from the stress of work and it's been a while since he came home early. He doesn't even need a foreplay at the moment, because you are essentially dripping wet with playing with yourself earlier, and for a moment, you are afraid. This is a skinsuit. You are wearing mom. What is he even putting into, really? The remote didn't specify, but all of that fades as he starts pushing his dick into your the pussy that you came out of.

"Mmmph..." You moan into your dad's kiss, feeling an intense senation like nothing you've felt before. You actually feel your dad's cock in you, and it's quite plainly obvious that your former genital is nowhere to be felt. You shudder and writhe under your dad's weight as he starts planting kisses over your face and neck.

Then he thrusts in, and waves of pain shoot through you, as if you are being ripped in half. But it's quickly replaced by an immense pleasure, levels of what little masturbation you could have provided with yourself could never feel.

"Ooooh, fuck... daddy, fuck!" You practically scream as you get the words out, as your dad, thinking this is a fun scene for his wife to call him 'daddy', watches as his son/wife succumbs to pleasure of his dick.

With each thrust, you become more and more involved, your hips bouncing in rhythm, and now having practically pulled your dad on you as you begin kissing him back. It feels too good that it's practically addicting.

You hear your dad grunt as he continues his thrust, before he whispers. "Where do you want it?"