The Finale

He was wearing a pink dress, the kind that you might see a girl wearing at prom. It had a bow on the back that made it quite look like the dress from Cinderella. It was rather short, however, and I could see dad’s penis packed in beneath a likewise pink teddy.

I was quite confused, but dad slipped me into a kiss. I tried to say something, but he kissed me again. Then, pressing his finger to his lips to shush me, he helped me slip out of my clothes and slip onto my bed.

“Daddy,” he said, as he started to dance for me.He shook his ass-- he’d been practicing.

“No, you’re my father--”

“Shh, daddy,” he said, as he turned and got on the floor, and began to slide up between my legs. “You wife has missed you.”

“My wife?” I asked.

“Yes,” my dad said. Her head was closing in on my crotch. “We haven’t had time together since-- you know-- since we got married.”

“I thought that was just a dream.”

“I sucked you good on the way home, didn’t I?” dad asked. His lips were pouting. “And then you just ignored me!”

“I thought you and mom--”

“That’s just because I don’t have the same magic we did at the hotel,” dad said, almost crying.

I pulled him up into my arms.

“Baby,” I said to my father, “I can’t have my wife sad.” Dad nodded, wiped the tear that was beginning to form away from his eyes. “It’ll be okay baby. Whenever mom’s gone like this we can be our real selves.”

“What should we do?” dad asked.

I grinned. I placed his hand on my cock and helped him get me hard. Then I guided his mouth down so he could suck me again.

“Baby, let me suck your clit while you suck my dick,” I said. He mumbled a response, and we positioned ourselves so that I was sucking my father’s cock, hard and peeking out of his panties, while he was sucking me.

He came quite quickly, but I kept sucking him. I loved the taste of my wife. He brought me just about to my own climax, and then started to strip for me.

“Do you like what you see, dad?” he said as he revealed the teddy underneath his dress.

“Daddy like it very much, honey,” I said.

I bit his neck. I kissed him down to his nipples and began to suck them. He moaned in a girly moan. We pressed together, so our cocks were rubbing against each other.

I thought about how much I enjoyed dressing as well, and my new wife-dad seemed to hear me.

“We have two weeks of your mother away this time,” he said. “We can do everything we want, including switch roles. But right now, I’m still your wife and this is our honeymoon-- so please, baby, take me like you did at the wedding.”

I pulled my dad down, positioned him on the bed, and began to sink my dick inside him.

From somewhere outside I could hear the Duchess laughing.

Finis