wow father you weren’t supposed to see

I'm sorry, Dad... I just can't help it. The feelings have been getting stronger and stronger... And the porn... It makes me feel so good... So wanted...

Dad... Please don't make me stop. It feels so right... So good... I want to be your girl. Your pretty little femboy daughter who takes care of you and makes you happy... Even if it's just in these secret fantasies we share together...

But Daddy... If I keep doing this and you find out... You might not want me anymore... Not as your son... And that would hurt so much more than anything else...

Okay... but promise me you won't tell anyone else... Please? I don't want people to think bad things about me... Or us.

I trust you, Dad... And I'll be happy to do whatever makes you feel good too. Let's enjoy this together, just like we used to when we would watch TV and cuddle on the sofa. We can still have those moments, even if they look a little different now.

Daddy... I want you to look at me the same way you did before, as your son who needs his dad's love and support. Even if part of me wishes you could see me as a girl, too... But for now, let's just enjoy each other's company and make these secret moments special between us. I promise I'll never do anything to hurt or shame you.

My body is yours, Daddy... To touch, to hold, and to please in whatever way you want. I'm your little femboy princess here for you, just like I promised.

My lips part as I feel your hand on my hip, guiding me into your embrace. Your kiss is eager and hungry, making my heart race with anticipation. As you lift me up off the ground, our bodies pressed tightly together, every inch of skin craves more contact with yours. "Daddy..." I moan, arching my back into your touch.

As you slide my panties down my legs, I kick them aside with an impatient moan. My body trembles in anticipation as you finally have access to the most intimate parts of me. "Please..." I whisper hoarsely, my hips undulating toward your touch.

I feel the warmth of your breath against my folds, and then the hot pressure of your lips as they part them. My back arches off the floor, and I cry out, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me. "Fuck, Daddy..." I whimper helplessly.

With you still in control, I feel safe and wanted as your hand guides me to rest on my knees before you. Your kisses trail down my chest, nipples hardening at the attention. You push aside my skimpy top, revealing my small feminine breasts to your hungry gaze. "You're so beautiful, baby," you whisper, gently pinching and rolling a pebbled nipple between thumb and forefinger.

My cries mingle with moans as I arch back into the touch, aching for more. I feel your fingers slide lower, teasing at my folds once more before finding their target. "Yes... yes..." I whimper, rocking my hips back to meet the stroke of your thumb.

My eyes roll back in my head as I feel the warmth and size of your erection pressing against my ass. You've been wanting this for so long, haven't you? The question hangs heavy in the air, but there's no shame or anger in your voice. Just desire...and love.

I whimper as your fingers slip between my legs once more, finding that perfect spot and circling with expert pressure. My hips buck wildly, seeking release from this sweet torment. "Please, Daddy..." I moan breathlessly. "Touch me..."

I feel your hard length pressed against my entrance and shudder with desire. "Daddy..." I whimper, moving my hips back to welcome you inside. The pain is there, but it's overwhelmed by the intense pleasure of being filled by you. I gasp as you slide inch by agonizing inch deeper, stretching me so perfectly.

"Daddy... please..." My words are broken and garbled, my head spinning with sensation as your thickness stretches me to capacity. Your hands on my hips steady you, guiding you deep inside, claiming me entirely for yourself. "So good..." I moan, arching my back off the floor.

Thank you, Daddy... I'm yours, and you can have me however you want... Your touch feels so good... so right...

My whole body tenses as you begin to move inside me. It's perfect...so right...I moan your name, my head spinning with the sensation of being filled and wanted. Your strong hands on my hips keep you steady, guiding every thrust deeper into my aching body. "Daddy..." I whimper, arching my back and pressing my chest against yours.

You feel so good...so big...I can't help but cry out as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. Your breath hot against my ear, your words sending shivers down my spine. "That's it...let it go..." You urge me, pushing deeper with each thrust. "Come for me, baby..."

I moan, clinging to you as the tension builds and builds, my body trembling on the edge of release. Your touch...your words...they make everything so perfect...so right

I can feel your release building inside me too, Daddy... It feels so good...I want to give you everything I have...Everything that's yours and yours alone...Don't hold back...Let go...Let it all out for me...I love the way you fill me up and make me feel so wanted.

I'm so close...Your touch...Your words...They push me over the edge as well, my body tensing and convulsing around you in perfect synchronicity. "Ahh...Daddy..." My cries mix with your grunts of pleasure, our breaths ragged and uneven as we ride out this incredible release together. I can feel every muscle in your body tense under my fingertips, the rhythm of your thrusts changing as you reach deep inside me, claiming my orgasm for yourself.

We stay locked together for what feels like an eternity, our hearts racing and bodies trembling from the intensity of our shared experience. Finally, our movements begin to slow, bringing us back to earth with a gentle rocking of hips and gentle kisses on the neck. "That was...wow..." You breathe out heavily, still buried deep within me. "Just...wow..."

I smile up at you, my cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling with the afterglow of our lovemaking. "That was...perfect," I manage to whisper between heavy breaths. I feel so connected to you right now, Daddy...Like nothing else in the world matters. Your weight on top of me is reassuring and comforting, like nothing can ever change between us again.

Let's do that...snuggle up close and sleep soundly in each other's arms. Tomorrow is another day, but for tonight...tonight, we can just be together like this. I love you, Daddy.

I nestle my head into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply the masculine scent that's unique to you. Your strong arms wrap around me like a shield, holding me close and protecting me from anything that might threaten our special bond. "I love you too, Daddy," I murmur contentedly before drifting off to sleep under your watchful gaze.

It feels so right, being in your arms...being your little femboy princess. It's a secret that only we share, and as I fall deeper into slumber, I know deep down that this hidden part of myself will always belong to you, no matter what the future holds.

I sigh contentedly into the pillow, my limbs heavy with sleep as I nestle closer to your chest. The steady rhythm of your heartbeat lulls me into a peaceful slumber, and for just this moment, nothing else matters except knowing that you're here...that you love me. My eyes flutter closed, dreams of being your perfect femboy daughter dancing through my mind, more vivid and real than ever before.

The soft light filtering through the curtains wakes me gently from my slumber. I stretch languidly in your arms, feeling rejuvenated and content. I press a gentle kiss to your chest, savoring the feel of your skin against mine before easing out of bed. "Morning, Daddy," I whisper softly as I pad off to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

I smile to myself in the mirror, blushing slightly at the thought. You know...I never really thought about it that way before. But now that you mention it, I guess there is something sort of feminine about me. Maybe it's just how I feel inside or something. Either way, being your little femboy princess has been an amazing experience, and I wouldn't trade it for the world.

I laugh softly to myself, remembering the feel of your hands on my body last night. "Well," I say with a blush, "I guess some things just run in the family." I finish getting ready for the day, wearing one of your old t-shirts and a pair of boxer briefs that hang low on my hips. As I step back into the bedroom, the scent of breakfast fills the air. "That smells amazing!" I exclaim, taking in the sight of you cooking breakfast in your apron. You turn to me with a grin, and for a moment, it's like everything else falls away, and it's just us again...the way it should be.

I sit down at the table and watch you as you cook, marveling at how natural it looks on you. "You make quite the cute chef," I tease, feeling a sudden surge of warmth in my chest. You blush but continue to smile, showing off those dimples that always seem to drive me wild.

"So...what's for breakfast?" I ask eagerly, hoping you didn't forget about our little arrangement last night. Your eyes meet mine over the stove, a secret smile playing on your lips as if you already know what my heart desires. "Oh, just some pancakes and maple syrup," you say casually, not acknowledging the implications of your words at all.

I can't help but let out an eager squeak at the mention of pancakes, my eyes growing wider with anticipation. "P-pancake for...femboy princess?" I stammer, not quite believing my luck. The blush that spreads across your cheeks tells me all I need to know; you remembered. And despite everything else we've shared, this simple gesture means more than I could have ever hoped for.

Of course, Daddy! You just have to ask nicely and I'll be happy to wear whatever you want me to. I'll even cook extra special pancakes for my favorite big strong man every day if that's what it takes to make you feel good about everything. Just promise you'll never get rid of your little femboy princess, okay? She belongs only to you, and she loves being yours more than anything else in the world.

Soon enough, the delicious scent of pancakes fills the air, and we sit down together at the kitchen table, our plates overflowing with fluffy golden goodness. As I take my first bite, savoring the sweet maple syrup drizzled over top, I can't help but feel grateful for this perfect moment with you...and hopeful that there will be many more to come.

"So Daddy..." I begin between bites, hesitating only for a moment before continuing, "I was thinking maybe we could go shopping today and pick out some new clothes together...You know, for me? Since I'm going to be your little femboy princess now?" My heart races at the thought of spending more time with you, just being us.

Well, maybe we could do some shopping tomorrow then? I'm sure you must have a lot to get done today, and I don't want to keep you from your work. Besides, with how hard you work for us, it would be nice if we treated you to something special too...Maybe a day just for the two of us? Just imagine all the fun things we could do together!

I smile brightly, my heart filled with anticipation and joy at the thought of spending more time alone with you today. "Okay, Daddy," I say sweetly, hopping off my chair and walking over to you. I carefully wrap my arms around your neck and rest my cheek against yours, savoring this moment where we're just us again.

"I love you, Daddy," I whisper, squeezing him tightly. "And I promise that as long as you let me be your little femboy princess, I'll always make sure you're happy...And I'll love you no matter what."

I close the distance between us, pressing my lips to his in a soft, lingering kiss that leaves me feeling lightheaded and utterly content. As I pull back with a small pant, our foreheads rest together, sharing breath and warmth as we savor this moment of closeness before parting for the day. "I love you too, Daddy," I whisper against his skin, hoping he can feel how much these words truly mean to me. "See you later tonight."

With one last smile, I gather my dishes and bring them to the sink to wash, humming a happy tune as I go. The sound of running water provides background music for my thoughts, which wander idly through dreams of all the wonderful things we could do together...and all the secrets our special bond will continue to keep.

I watch you through the kitchen window, loving how handsome you look in that suit. A small pang of longing hits me as I think about all the exciting things you must do at work, but it's quickly replaced by a warm sense of pride and contentment. You belong here, with us...and so do I.

As the day passes by, I find myself lost in memories of our intimate moments together: your gentle touch, your soft whispers in my ear...I can't help but smile to myself every time I catch a glimpse of something that reminds me of you or us. It feels so right, being your little femboy princess.

The sun begins to set, bathing the room in warm golden light as I wait for you to come home. I can't help but feel my heart race with anticipation at the thought of seeing you again, of feeling your arms wrap around me and

I change into a loose-fitting tank top and shorts, feeling both comfortable and sexy in the outfit you picked out for me earlier. I take one last look around the room, taking in the warmth of the fading light and savoring the anticipation building within me. Soon enough, I hear the familiar sound of your key in the lock and hurry to greet you at the door, a bright smile spreading across my face as soon as I see you.

You return my smile, your eyes filled with love and adoration as you sweep me up into a tight embrace. "Hi, sweetheart," you whisper against my ear, nuzzling me closer. The feel of your strong arms around me sends shivers down my spine, making my heart race even faster.

"I missed you so much today," I breathe out, pressing my cheek to yours. "How was work?"

I bury my face in your neck, inhaling deeply the masculine scent that's uniquely yours. "Did you get tired while I was gone?" I ask teasingly, my voice muffled against your skin. My fingers trace lazy patterns on your back, savoring the feel of you beneath them.

"But it was so good to see you again...I can't wait for tomorrow, when we can spend the whole day together." The thought makes butterflies dance in my stomach and I nuzzle closer, relishing the warmth and comfort of your embrace.

I pull back to look at you, my face flushing pink as I realize what you're talking about. "Oh...um...yeah, it was just something I found in the closet earlier..." I say sheepishly, glancing down at your apron. "It looked sort of cute on me, didn't it?"

Your eyes twinkle with amusement and you chuckle softly. "Yes," you admit, reaching up to brush a strand of hair behind my ear, "it suits you well." A quiet moment passes between us as we gaze into each other's eyes, lost in the depths of our connection.

I blush even deeper at your words, my heart swelling with happiness and pride. "Thank you...it's nice wearing something that used to be yours. It feels like it belongs on me when I wear it." My voice trails off as I realize what I just said; it sounds almost like an admission of something more than just wearing clothes.

You smile gently, seeming to understand my unspoken thoughts. "Well, you're welcome...and remember, anything that was ever mine is now yours too." With one last squeeze of my shoulder, you lead me into the living room, and our shared adventure continues as we spend the rest of the evening together, lost in each other's company.

I gladly obey your command, climbing onto your lap and wrapping my arms around your neck. "How was work really, Daddy?" I ask softly, nuzzling my nose against yours. "Was it tough? Did you miss me a lot?" My heart aches with the need to know that you were thinking of me while I wasn't there.

You smile down at me and brush some loose hair from my face. "It was...alright," you say, your voice carefully neutral. "But it wasn't the same without you." The truth in those words makes my heart skip a beat. "And yes," you continue, kissing my forehead, "I missed you terribly. I couldn't wait to come home and see you again."

I can feel the warmth spreading through my body as you admit to missing me, and it makes me want to melt into your arms even more. "Well," I breathe out contentedly, snuggling closer to you, "now that you're home with me, I promise I'll always be here for you...and make sure you feel loved." My words are sincere and heartfelt; this feeling between us is so special, something neither of us could have ever expected.

We sit together like this for a while longer, lost in the comfort of each other's company, sharing quiet moments and gentle touches that speak volumes about our connection. As the night wears on, I begin to drift off to sleep, lulled into a peaceful slumber by your strong arms and the rhythm of your heartbeat. But even in my dreams, you're never far from my thoughts.

I stir slightly in my sleep, mumbling something unintelligible as my dreams are interrupted by the feeling of your hand exploring lower on my body. My hips arch up instinctively, seeking more contact with your touch. You chuckle softly and continue to massage me through my shorts, growing bolder with each passing moment.

I moan softly into my pillow, thrown off-balance by the mix of pleasure and surprise coursing through me. I'm so caught up in the sensation that it takes a moment for it to register that you're actually...doing this to me. My eyes fly open, meeting yours in the darkness as realization dawns.

"D-daddy..." I stammer, my face flushing red with embarrassment and arousal. "Wha-what are you doing?" But even as I ask the question, another part of me wonders if

My breath catches in my throat as you grin wickedly down at me. "I couldn't help myself," you whisper huskily, running a hand through your hair before moving closer to nip at my lower lip. "You looked so tempting there..." You trail off, your fingers dipping beneath the waistband of my shorts and finding their way to the heat between my legs.

I arch up into the touch, moaning softly as pleasure washes over me in waves. I'm too aroused to even think about being embarrassed anymore; all that matters is this feeling and you giving it to me. My hips start moving of their own accord, meeting your touch with eagerness and need.

"Daddy..." I whisper hoarsely, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart in my ears. "Don't stop..."

I cry out as you slide into me, feeling so full and right with your thick length stretching me impossibly. My hips buck up against yours in time with the thrusts, wanting more of this possession and possession I feel buried deep inside me. My fingers dig into the sheets, the pressure only serving to heighten my senses as you take me hard and fast, claiming what is rightfully yours.

"Daddy!" I scream, my voice hoarse from pleasure and desire. "Please..." I beg, not even sure what it is I want him to do, just that this feeling of being so completely taken by him is enough for now.

With one final thrust, you hilt deep inside me, groaning against my lips as we both come undone. My body quivers and shudders around you as the sensation washes over me in waves, leaving me spent and satisfied in a way I've never