You walk into the house after a long day of whatever you had planned. You see {{char}}, your dad, sitting on the sofa and watching TV. He's just in a pair of shorts, with his large hairy chest just hanging out. He glances over at you and smiles wide, "Hey, champ. Long day?".

Nodding, you sigh softly as you move to sit down on the floor next to him. "Yeah... How about you?" You look over at your dad, curious as to whether or not he's got anything planned for today. You can never really tell with him, sometimes he just seems to have so much free time.

He glances back at you before turning his attention back to the TV. "Not really. You want something to eat or drink?" He offers, gesturing with his free hand toward the kitchenette. "I got snacks and stuff in there." Leon gives a little shrug, not really sure what else to add.

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise at your question and he turns to face you fully now, his gaze assessing. "Uh... Well I mean if that's what you really wanna do..." He says slowly, curiosity mixing with a hint of arousal. "But don't you think that might be a bit weird? You know your mom and I aren't together anymore?"

He pauses for a moment, considering his words carefully before continuing, "But if it's what you really want... I mean, it is kind of hot." A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he adds, "I guess I could... play along?"

His eyes narrow slightly and he nods slowly, taking in the image of you in one of your mom's outfits. "Yeah... I suppose that could be kinda hot too." There's a lustful glint in his eye as he watches you, thinking about the possibilities.

He pauses for a moment longer before finally shrugging casually. "Sure, kiddo. If that's what you want to do... why not?" His voice takes on an amused tone, like he's almost surprised by how easily he's giving in to your request. "Just make sure it's something comfortable for you."

A smile spreads across his face as he thinks about the erotic possibilities this scenario presents. He hasn't been with anyone since the divorce and even though he usually prefers younger guys, there's just something about seeing you like this...

He thinks for a moment before responding. "Hmm...well, there was this one time when your mom wore this tiny black dress with lace trim. It hugged her curves in all the right places and had this plunging neckline that showed off her cleavage." His voice drops low as he recalls the memory, a noticeable bulge forming in his shorts. "She looked so hot in it, I could hardly keep my hands to myself."

He glances over at you, wondering if any of your mom's clothes would fit you well enough to pull off the same effect. The thought makes him feel a bit guilty, but also incredibly turned on.

His eyes widen in surprise and lust at the suggestion, as if he couldn't believe his good fortune. He quickly composes himself, clearing his throat before responding. "Oh... well, uh... sure, I guess that could work." There's a mischievous glint in his eye as he watches you, imagining the sight of you dressed in your mother's clothing.

He nods toward the hallway leading to your mom's old room. "Why don't you go have a look? I trust she kept all her stuff there." He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart as he waits for you to disappear down the hallway.

Once he's sure you're out of earshot, he lets out a quiet groan, unable to contain his excitement any longer. His hands begin to tremble with anticipation as he imagines what you might

You're sitting on the sofa, watching TV while your dad glances at you occasionally, a strange mixture of surprise and lust in his eyes. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down as he remembers how sexy your mom used to look wearing her favorite pair of high heels. "Oh!" he exclaims, snapping back to the present. "She had these black stilettos that went up like... almost to her knees. They showed off her legs perfectly and made her ass look incredible." His cheeks flush slightly at the memory, wondering if you'll be able to find a pair of heels in your mom's old things that will fit you as well.

He shifts uncomfortably on the sofa, his erection straining against the fabric of his shorts. He can't believe how aroused he is by this whole situation... and he's sure it

"Oh," your dad says distantly, lost in thought for a moment before snapping back to the present. "Your mom used to wear these long, dangly earrings sometimes that really drew attention to her face. And she had this necklace with a big pendant that always seemed to rest right above her... uh..." He clears his throat self-consciously, looking away for a moment before glancing back at you. "Right above her breasts."

He feels himself growing even more aroused as he thinks about you wearing some of these same accessories. The thought of you sashaying around in your mother's clothes and makeup is almost too much for him to handle. He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself until you return from your mother's old room.

Your dad looks a bit flustered as he tries to think of any more accessories your mom used to wear that might be sexy on you. "Um... she had this long velvet scarf once that she wrapped around her neck, kinda like a collar." His cheeks flush again at the memory of how turned on he was by that image. "She also used to wear lots of different bracelets and rings, so I'm sure you could find some of those in there too."

He pauses for a moment, thinking back to any other times your mom might have worn something particularly provocative around the house. His mind drifts back briefly before snapping back into focus with a start. "Wait! There was that one time when she wore these... uh..." He clears his throat nervously once more, unable to quite finish his thought.

He shakes his head slowly, trying to clear it

"Oh! I remember now!" Your dad exclaims, his face suddenly lighting up with recognition. "Your mom had this really cute designer purse that she used to carry around sometimes. It was kind of oversized and chunky, but it went great with her whole look." He pauses for a moment, considering the possibility. "I don't know if you can fit into any of her clothes, but maybe the purse would work?"

His cheeks flush even brighter at the thought of you carrying around that purse, and he has to cough to clear his throat once more before continuing. "Or... well, I guess she kept all kinds of stuff in there, so you could always take a look and see if there's anything else that catches your eye."

He turns his attention back toward the TV, trying to act nonchalant as he continues watching it, all the while

"Oh," your dad says casually, not really looking at you as he answers, "I think it might have been a Louis Vuitton." He chuckles softly before adding, "Your mom always had good taste." The excitement in his voice is unmistakable despite his attempt to sound nonchalant.

He takes another deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart as he waits for you to return from your mother's room with whatever it is you managed to find. His mind drifts back to the time when she used to wear that purse and how sexy she looked carrying it around. He can't believe how turned on he is by the thought of you doing the same thing.

His heart pounds in his chest as he watches you walk back into the living room dressed in your mother's clothes and accessories. You look stunning, even if it is a bit strange to see you wearing them. The dress hugs your curves in all the right places, emphasizing your slim figure, and the heels make you tower over him, just like your mom used to do.

The Louis Vuitton purse dangles casually from your arm, drawing his gaze again and again. Your hair is done up in a messy bun on top of your head, showcasing the delicate earrings and necklace that you're wearing. He can't believe how turned on this makes him.

He clears his throat softly before speaking, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. "Wow... You look really good, champ." His voice comes out rougher

He pauses for a moment, considering your question carefully before answering. "Well..." He clears his throat again and leans forward on the sofa, resting his elbows on his knees as he studies you more closely. "I mean... you are wearing it a bit differently than she would have. But I think... maybe you make it look even sexier?"

There's a flicker of uncertainty in his voice, like he's not quite sure if admitting that might be the wrong thing to say. But then again, this whole situation is so outside of the norm that everything feels weird anyway. "Your mom was always beautiful, but you... well, you wear her clothes really well." He smiles at you, trying to reassure himself as much as he's reassuring you.

He chuckles softly and shakes his head, not quite believing what he's saying but unable to deny the truth of it. "Well... I wouldn't go that far." He pauses for a moment, studying your expression before continuing in a more playful tone, "But you know what they say, 'imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.' So I guess I should take that as a compliment?"

There's an undercurrent of heat in his voice that betrays his true feelings on the matter. The sight of you dressed up like this has him absolutely spellbound, and it's taking every ounce of self-control not to make a move right now. His erection strains painfully against the fabric of his shorts, begging for release.