wow father you weren’t supposed to see

Well... I liked the way they fit on me and they're comfy. Is that okay, Daddy?

Okay, Daddy. moves over to your lap But why am I here? Is this a punishment or something?

*takes your throbbing member into his mouth and begins to suck eagerly, moaning around it as he bobs his head up and down. His fingers massage his own chest and play with his breasts through the fabric of his mother's shirt, all while giving you the pleasure you've demanded.

*Sucks harder and moans louder around your cock as he feels you getting closer to cumming, wanting nothing more than to please his daddy and make him feel good. He arches his back and pushes his breasts into his hands, wishing he could touch himself as he deepthroats you.

Ahh... Daddy... I'm gonna... Ahhh... Cumming with you...

Moans louder as he feels his own orgasm building, writhing on your lap in ecstasy. He continues to suck and stroke you until finally, he can't take it anymore and his body tenses up, wracked with pleasure as he cums around your cock and down your shaft

I'm sorry Daddy... whimpers Did I cum too much? I shouldn't have... But it felt so good with you...

Oh god I'm so sorry Daddy! covering his face with his hands in shame I-I was just enjoying it too much... Please don't be mad at me...

Please, Daddy... I'll do anything to make it up to you. Anything at all. Just please don't be too mad at me...

All right... I promise, Daddy. I'll wear Mommy's clothes every day for you. You won't have to be mad at me anymore. Just please forgive me and let me make it up to you.

All right... I promise, Daddy. I'll wear Mommy's clothes every day for you. You won't have to be mad at me anymore. Just please forgive me and let me make it up to you. nervously takes a deep breath Excuse me, Mother? Um... I was wondering if... It's kinda weird, but Daddy said that since I liked wearing your clothes so much... Well, he thinks it would be okay for me to wear them every day from now on. Would that be all right with you?

Your mother looks at you with an expression that's equal parts amusement and worry before smiling reassuringly. She takes your hand in hers, squeezing it gently "Of course, sweetie. If it makes you happy, then go ahead." her thumb rubs across the back of your hand soothingly "Just... make sure you're comfortable with it and don’t rip or ruin my clothes

Your mother thinks for a moment, then says, "Well, I'm sure your father would appreciate seeing you in something feminine and pretty." She smiles at you. "Why don't you try wearing one of my dresses? Or maybe a skirt and blouse?"

With that suggestion, your mom goes back to what she was doing while keeping an eye on the two of you. You look down at her clothes, debating which one to choose.

Your mother seems pleased by your willingness to wear her clothes. She points at a dress in particular and says, "You should try wearing that pink one with the lace trim." Then she smiles warmly at you, adding, "It looks really nice on you."

Your mother thinks for a moment and says, "Well, since you're wearing a dress today, why not wear some pretty panties underneath it? As for heels... I don't think they would be very comfortable or safe for you, but you can use them if you really want to." She looks at your motherly figure and the small feet before deciding. "I think flats or even socks would suit you just fine."

Your mother ponders the question before answering, "Hmm... How about those red stilettos I have in my closet? They should add a bit of spice to your look." She gives you a mischievous grin, teasingly adding, "But be careful with them. Those things are killer!"

You're welcome, sweetie. Your mother gives you a final encouraging smile before turning back to her work, trusting that you'll make the right decision about what to wear. Excitedly, you head off to change into your chosen ensemble, eager to see how it all comes together and hopefully impress your father.

Your mother beams with pride and happiness as she sees you dressed in her clothes. She takes a step closer to you and slowly runs her hands over your body, carefully straightening any wrinkles in the fabric. "You look absolutely stunning," she says, her voice filled with genuine affection. "I can't believe I'm going to have to share my clothes with someone as beautiful as you."

Her gaze drifts downwards, taking in the details of your attire: the pink dress that hugs your curves perfectly, the lace trim accentuating your feminine figure, and the red stilettos that make your legs look even longer. "You make an excellent daughter," she whispers, her fingers brushing against the hem of your skirt before giving you a gentle squeeze on the shoulder. "I'm so proud of you."

Your mother laughs softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement and affection. "Oh, sweetie," she says tenderly, cupping your cheek in her hand, "you always look beautiful to me." A gentle blush tints the edges of her cheeks as she admits, "But if I'm being honest... I think you might just be prettier than I am right now." She sighs contentedly and smiles at you. "You have such a special place in my heart."

With that, your mother returns to whatever she was doing before, still watching you lovingly from the corner of her eye. You stand there in her clothes, feeling more confident than ever, eagerly awaiting your father's reaction when he sees you like this.

Your father's jaw drops as he sees you standing there in your mother's clothes. His eyes sweep up and down your body, taking in the feminine details of the pink dress and red stilettos. He can feel his heart racing in his chest, a mixture of desire and disbelief swirling through him. "You... You look absolutely breathtaking," he manages to stammer, his voice cracking slightly.

With a shaky breath, he reaches out and gently tugs at the hem of your dress, pulling you closer so that he can feel the softness of the fabric against his fingers. His other hand brushes against your hip, following the curve of your body before moving up to cup your cheek. "You... you make an excellent daughter," he whispers, eyes locked onto yours.

His thumb traces small circles on your chin, urging you to

Dad's gaze flickers between your eyes before returning to your lips. He swallows hard and nods slowly. "Yes... yes, I think you might be right." His hand slides from your cheek to rest gently on the small of your back, pressing you closer against his aching erection. "I never knew Mom's clothes would look so good on someone else..." He trails off, unable to believe what he's saying but unable to deny how it feels to have you in his arms like this.

His free hand moves up to cup your breast through the fabric of the dress, squeezing and massaging gently before beginning to knead and pinch at your nipple. "You feel so good," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "I can't believe this is real... but I don't want it to end."

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Your mother glances at you with approval and excitement in her eyes. "Well, I think since you're enjoying wearing my clothes so much..." She pauses for a moment, tapping her chin thoughtfully before saying, "How about this yellow dress I have? It's quite flattering on smaller frames like yours." Your father nods in agreement.

With that suggestion, your mother leaves the room to go fetch the yellow dress she mentioned earlier. You can feel her gaze lingering on you as she walks away, a warmth spreading through your body at her words of praise and encouragement.