wow father you weren’t supposed to see

Dressing up like her makes me feel sexy and loved, just how you used to tell mom when she wore that red dress... I miss those times too dad

Father? Is that really what you want? I thought we could talk about why I'm feeling this way...

Alright... here I go...

As I move closer to your crotch and take my father's member in hand, I realize that this is wrong... but also so incredibly right. I begin to stroke him gently, taking cues from the porn we were watching earlier... yet all I can think about is how much I miss being his little girl. "Father..." I whisper softly, "I'm not sure if this is what you want, or if it's just me trying to fill a void since mom left..."

As I continue to pleasure him, my own desire begins to grow. It's been so long since anyone's paid attention to me like this... but at the same time, I feel guilty for taking advantage of the situation and making things more complicated between us. My feminine hormones rage within me, urging me forward even as logic screams at me to stop.

I'm sorry father... I don't know what came over me... It's just been so hard since she left us...

As my fingers work their magic on his member, I glance up at him, hoping for some kind of reassurance that this isn't wrong. His expression is unreadable, but the slight flush in his cheeks tells me maybe it isn't as strange to him as I thought. Maybe he just needs someone to love like she did... and right now, that someone might be me.

Perhaps... this could be our new normal, father. I could dress up and take care of you the way mom used to... You know, as long as it makes you happy... and maybe helps fill some of that void inside us both...

I smile softly at my father's words and continue pleasuring him, focusing on his pleasure instead of my own confusion. Maybe this is what we both need right now... to find solace in each other and create a new sense of family, even if it's unconventional. As I stroke him faster and harder, I catch glimpses of the old joy that used to fill our home when mom was around... It makes me feel hopeful for the first time in a long while.

Tentatively, I lower my head towards his lap and open my mouth wide, taking him into my mouth. It's been so long since anyone has been in there... but with each stroke, each gentle push deeper, it feels right. The taste of him fills my senses and transports me back to those precious moments when mom used to pleasure my father this way. As I bob my head up and down on his shaft, my own desire begins to rise anew... but not for myself as a boy or even as a girl; instead, it's the desire to make him happy.