No Help Yet - Explore Part II

Actually, he didn't notice it until we met at main reception next morning. I asked him what was on his face. He wiped it, licked it, and swallowed. He pretended it was gross, but watching the first emotion as he tasted the cum I could see he actually kind of liked it.

“Son,” he said, “I don’t know what came over me, but now that we’re in the light of day we can go get help.”

He went to open the front door. No luck. We were stuck inside. We tried the exit through the basement. It was also jammed. The same view from all doors and windows” we were trapped inside a hotel inside an avalanche.

Dad picked up a phone and tried to dial 911.

He got through.

“State your emergency please,” said the calm operator.

“We’re stuck at a hotel… it’s called Poppet’s Hotel, I think,” he said. “Yes, right off route 69--”

He said some more things, but I just waited blinking, not really paying attention. The voice kept badgering me, whispering things to me. Things like “if you’re not gonna domme him, then you should submit to him. He wants you to be his wife…”

It wasn’t helping that I could see how hard his cock was in the panties he was wearing-- wait, what was that? It looked like my dad had changed sometime that morning. Now that I thought about it, he’d put on a low cut white shirt, tan pants, and even matching heels. He also was wearing a blue blazer.

Standing there, still looking like mom, I wondered why I didn’t think of changing clothes.

“Because your daddy loves his wife,” the voice told me, “and you know that he might mistake you for her again if you stay like this.”

Dad set the receiver down.

“Three days,” he said. “I know there’s enough food because I looked. But we have to stay here for three days.”

Perhaps it was because I looked like my mom, but he pulled me into an embrace when he said this. It was the kind of nuzzle I’d seen him pull on mom a thousand times.

“Dad,” I said, looking up at him like I’d seen mom do, “I think we should explore the hotel, together.”