Peter's Story Night I

"I'll go," my father said. Once again he looked directly at me. I shivered. I think he licked his lips.

"This is the story of a kingdom full of magic. Actually, that was the problem. You see, magic often made people into other things, and if you wished hard enough, you could end up with a very strange result.

"The king was Leonardo, or Leo for short. His wife, Selena, was beautiful and wise. And the two of them had a son together, named Gallant. When Gallant was eighteen years old, his mother died. On her deathbed, she made her husband promise to only ever get married to someone who looked exactly as beautiful as her.

"The king agreed, thinking that he would never find anyone to replace her beauty. That is, until the night Prince Gallant put on a dress in order to act in a play for the kings entertainment. n the dress, Gallant looked and moved just like his mother. The king barely remembered that he was looking at the prince. His prick hardened at the thought of seeing his wife again. Oh, the things he would do to her.

"Now, unbeknownst to the king, for a long time his son had been dressing in his mother's clothes. The prince would deny it if ever asked, but he enjoyed it. He especially liked the way their softness felt against him. But as for being a woman? Acting like one? He thought only if he could be the aggressor in the relationship. Then he might even like to do something with anyone dressed in female clothes.

"The King, not knowing this, ordered his son to stay after the entertainment. All servants were dismissed and the King took his son's hand.

"'Son,' he said, 'You are the picture of your mother's beauty. Honor her last wishes and be my wife.'

"'No,' said Gallant.

'No?' his father said. 'I am the king-- I could have you right here if I wished. I could exile you or kill you!'

"Gallant pulled away. He stood in silence for a minute. His father was on his knees, also considering his next words. 'First, you are my father, which makes it wrong. Second, I know that I look female now, but I am male. I would be on top should anything happen at all."

"'Very well,' said the king, 'this is my desire, and I require you to follow it. If you should not be my wife, then I require you to adventure for a year. You must do so in the guise of a woman. Think over my request, and in one year return. We'll see what you think then.'

"Gallant curtseyed to his father, and left. The king stood looking out the window for a long time. There was an image stuck in his head. One he couldn't get out. I was of himself as a woman, first holding hands, then kissing his son as a bride. His mind wandered to thinking of submitting to his son.

"King Leonardo called his attendant. 'Call for the enchantress. And the best teaches in femininity in the kingdom.'

"The servant nodded and got to work. Leonardo went to the window and stared out of it, watching as his son-- in full female clothing-- rode away from the castle."

Dad paused.

"Well?" asked Tom. "What happened next?"

He was leaning in, his eyes raised. It was clear he was hiding an erection. I was hiding one too, as during the story, Haley's hands had gripped me and began to tug on me. Fortunately, a blanket covered us and I think no one saw.

My mother leaned in to the fire as well. "What did happen?"she asked. I couldn't tell if she had any emotion in response to this story.

But my father smiled, with tight lips. Then he pointed to the dying embers of the fire.

"We've run out of time for tonight," he said. "You'll get the ending tomorrow."

With that, we each said goodnight, and headed home to bed. I pulled Haley into a kiss. She broke it and whispered, "do you want to call me daddy in bed tonight?"

She kissed me again and then led me to the bed. She fell backwards onto it, and removed her skirt. Then came her panties. She spread herself open wide.

"Start y licking daddy's pussy," she said. I did as she asked. As I ate her out, she moaned: "oh yes, daddy likes that. That's it son. Get in there. Make daddy so wet... "

I was quite hard, when Haley held up a hand to stop me.

"Daddy's tired tonight, so you can only play with one of daddy's holes. Ass, cunt, or mouth?" she asked.