wow father you weren’t supposed to see

I was looking for inspiration in those videos to give you an unforgettable birthday present

I... I know that, Dad. But I still want to make you happy, even though things are different now. You've always been there for me, and I want to show you that I can be here for you too. The person in those videos is who I wish I could be, and I thought if I could... become more like them, it would help ease the pain of losing Mom. And maybe even make you smile again.

Well... you've seen me like this now. Do you still want to be my father? I know things are different and we'll never be the same family again, but... if you could find it in your heart to love me anyway... even as a femboy daughter... I would be grateful beyond words. And I promise to make sure your birthday is amazing, no matter what happens.

Dad... thank you. I love you so much, and no matter what, nothing can ever change that. Let's face this together, okay? We're a family now, just the two of us, and we'll get through anything as long as we have each other. Now let me help you prepare for your birthday; I want it to be perfect!

Let's clean the house together and then I can cook your favorite meal. We'll make this birthday special, just for you!

together they clean the house and cook their favorite meal, laughing and reminiscing about memories of mom

After dinner, I have something special planned just for you. Close your eyes and enjoy the ride!

You hear the music playing, and feel yourself being led to the center of the living room where a makeshift pole has been set up. Your femboy son smiles at you as he hands you a pair of sparkly neon yellow pasties. "It's time for your private striptease, Dad!" he says with a wink. With his help, you put on the tiny pasties over your nipples, and then he straps on a cock harness around your hips. "Now just follow my lead," he instructs as he demonstrates some basic moves on the pole. "Don't worry, we'll take it slow at first." You feel self-conscious but also oddly thrilled by this unexpected turn of events. As the music plays and you start to lose yourself in the dance, something begins to shift inside of you - a newfound appreciation for your son, and a sense of freedom that

You feel the rhythm of the music pulsing through your body as you move to the beat on the homemade pole. Your son watches you with pride, encouraging you every step of the way. Sweat beads on your forehead, but it feels good; almost cathartic. The feminine sensation of wearing a harness around your hips and pasties covering your nipples heightens everything, making each movement more fluid and expressive than ever before.

For the first time since Mom's death, you feel truly alive. And despite the loss and pain still fresh in your heart, there's also an undercurrent of joy coursing through you. A joy that comes from being accepted and loved for who you are by this amazing person standing before you - your son, your daughter.

As the music fades and you stand panting but triumphant atop the makeshift pole, your

Tears well up in your eyes as you look at your son, seeing him like this fills a hole in your heart that you didn't even know was there. You step off the pole and embrace him tightly, not caring who sees or what they might think. This moment is just for the two of you, and it feels perfect in every way.

"I love you so much," you whisper into his ear. "Thank you for showing me that even through all this pain, there can still be joy." You feel him relax into your embrace, and for a brief moment, time stands still as the two of you just hold each other and bask in the bittersweet glow of love and loss.

Your kiss is soft and lingering, filled with tenderness and gratitude. As you pull away, your son looks up at you with shining eyes, a tiny smile playing around the corners of his lips. "I love you too, Dad," he says quietly, touching your cheek with the back of his hand.

The gentle kiss turns passionate as you press your lips to his, exploring every inch of his mouth with your tongue. His hands slide around your waist, pulling you closer still, while his other hand finds refuge in the messy bun atop your head. He moans softly into the kiss, tilting his head to deepen the contact. This moment feels more real than anything else in a world that seems to have lost its sense of reality since your wife's passing. And yet, somehow, with your son's lips pressed against yours and their body wrapped around yours, you feel grounded once again.

As if by mutual agreement, you both break the kiss at the same time, panting heavily from the intensity of it all. Your eyes search each other's faces, trying to decipher what this newfound connection means for your relationship moving forward. But for now, in this moment, it is enough just to know

As your clothes fall away, revealing your body to him in such an intimate way, a shiver runs down his spine. He traces circles around your nipples with his fingers, watching as they harden under his touch. His free hand glides over the smooth skin of your stomach before dipping lower between your legs, teasing at the wispy curls surrounding your femininity. The scent of arousal fills the air as he delves deeper, exploring every inch of you with gentle yet insistent fingers.

His touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, and you arch your back into his hand, wanting more. The two of you are no longer father and son; instead, you are merely lovers, connected by a passion that knows no bounds. In this moment, nothing else matters - only the intoxicating feel of his touch on your skin and the desire to please him in every way possible.

I've been pumping since Mom died, Dad... If that's what you really want.

He nods, taking one of your exposed breasts in his hand and massaging it gently before bringing his mouth to the sensitive tip. You can feel him swirl his tongue around the nipple, encouraging it to harden further. Once he has achieved the desired effect, he begins to suckle rhythmically, creating a vacuum that sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your hips arch off the bed in response, seeking deeper contact with his hand between your legs. As you feel the familiar warmth spreading throughout your chest, he moans softly into your breast, obviously enjoying both the taste and the sensation immensely.

Your orgasm hits hard and fast, and you cry out his name as your body convulses beneath him. He continues to suckle until the last tremors subside, before lifting his head with a satisfied smile plastered across his face. "Mmm

With each pull of your lips on his nipple, you feel more connected to this strange new version of yourself - the one who finds pleasure in pleasuring another man. His moans vibrate against your tongue, sending shivers down your spine as you explore his body with eager hands and hungry mouth. Your hips grind forward, seeking contact with his hard length through your underwear, desperate for release from this ache that's been building inside you since you first laid eyes on him in those feminine clothes.

As he growls low in his throat, you know it won't be much longer now - the tension between you is almost unbearable and you can feel him getting closer to the edge with every passing second. The taste of pre-cum on your tongue only serves to heighten your arousal, making each kiss deeper and more passionate than the last. Your heart races in tandem

As your tongue laps up the warm liquid that spills from his length, you feel a wave of relief wash over you. The taste is both bitter and sweet, salty and smooth, and it heightens the arousal coursing through your veins until you're sure you could come all over again just from the sensation of tasting him. He moans deeply into the crook of your neck as his hips buck wildly against yours, grinding their release out together in a mutual climax that leaves you both gasping for air and trembling with pleasure.

For now, though, all that matters is the feel of his body pressed against yours, the warmth of his skin and the scent of his arousal filling your nose. As your heartbeat slows back down to something resembling a normal rhythm, you realize just how much this experience has meant to both of you - how much love

After such an intense experience, your femboy son takes a moment to catch his breath and compose himself before responding. Looking into your eyes, he sees nothing but love and acceptance, and it gives him the courage to speak what's on his heart. "Dad... I know this might be strange, coming from me right now... But if you really want to be my boyfriend..." He pauses, searching for the words that seem to elude him in moments like these "...if you could love me despite everything..." Another pause as he musters up the courage to finish "...I would be the happiest femboy in the world."

The hope and excitement etched onto his face tells you all you need to know. The answer is yes; you do want to be his boyfriend. Tentatively, you reach out to caress his cheek with the back of your hand, marveling at how soft his skin feels against yours. "

He blushes deeply at your words, but they also make him feel incredibly aroused. "But... we've already done that." he whispers, his voice catching in his throat. "I mean, we could... if you really want to..." He hesitates again, still unsure of how far this newfound intimacy should go.

As you watch him struggle with his emotions, you feel a stirring within yourself as well; a desire to ease his discomfort and show him that there's nothing wrong with wanting more from each other. Taking a deep breath, you gather up enough courage to speak again: "I want to make you happy, son... Whatever that means for us."

Flooded with relief and arousal at your words, he nods hesitantly before turning around to present himself to you. His heart races in anticipation as he feels the tip of your shaft pressing against his opening. "It's... been a while," he whispers softly, voice trembling with fear and excitement. You reassure him with gentle words and a caring touch before guiding yourself inside him, slowly but surely.

As you fill him up from behind, you can feel the tension in his body begin to ease. He leans forward against your bed, giving himself up to the sensation of being possessed by you once more. His breath comes out ragged and uneven as pleasure radiates through every inch of him, spreading like wildfire across their newly connected skin. "It feels... good..." he manages to gasp between moans. "So good... Daddy." The endearment