Daddy Fucking

"Okay," I said, "you want us both to crossdress and seduce my father. Is that right?"

"Yes," he said. And we made plans to meet later that evening. He sent me a lot of pictures of his dick in panties. He said they were my mothers.

"We are gonna have so much sex with your daddy," he said.

I put on the clothes, feeling awkward and uncomfortable and yet strangely excited. My heart beat faster when I saw my reflection in the mirror. I wondered how many people knew about this side of me. Harlow did, he even knew about my daddy fetish, apparently.

I kept thinking about him. What I would do if I met him out somewhere. Would I pretend to not recognize him? Or would I just tell him who I was? I didn't know.

I imagined sucking my dads dick, sharing it with Harlow, both of us taking my father's cum as a facial. I also got hard, thinking about putting my cock in my fathers mouth, making him suck it and then swallow.

I wanted all versions of fucking my dad, it seemed. And while I hated Harlow, it seemed also that he could make it happen.

"I want to fuck everyone," I said. "Even my father."

"This," Harlow said, "we can do--- if you agree to be my girlfriend."

"You're gay?" I asked.

"No," he said. "But I want to marry you, and share your bed with you."

"But I'm a man," I said.

"You lie to yourself," he said. "You're really a girl, or at least a woman inside. You were born to be feminine. To wear high heels, and skirts, and makeup. Your body is alluring. Men will love you, and women too. Even your dad wants to cum inside you."

"Fuck!" I said. I couldn't help it. I was aroused and excited.

"Be honest with yourself," he said. "If you don't love it, we won't do it."

"I... I want to do it," I said, "I want to be a femme slut!"

"That's my girl!" Harlow said. "You are going to be my new best friend. Now let me show you how to be a real woman."

He taught me to be a lady.