Finish Stripping

Dad's fingers went down and looped through the panties. Slowly he pulled them down. He turned back around.

"Want to see everything? All the rest? I'm going to show you everything."

He pulled the bra off as well. He threw it across the floor.

"Do you like this, son? Your dad is your sexy stripper slut... just for you..." He moaned and giggled. He was about to bend over again when he once more caught control of himself.

"Jesus Christ," he said, turning back around. "This is wrong! Don't you know that it's wrong? I'm your father... I can't be taking my clothes off... panties and bras... and stripping for you. And daddies.. are not supposed to talk like that... not to their sons."

His hands covered his chest, as if they were women's breasts. One hand went down to try to cover his cock, which poked out still hard.

"I don't care how hard it makes me," he said.

I snapped my fingers again.