New School, New Life

After a leisurely shower, where I fantasized that the hands roaming across my body and touching my most intimate places belonged to father, I returned to the bedroom. Remembering the big wet spot he'd left where I'd been sleeping, I climbed in on the other side of the bed, and pushed and prodded until Dad rolled into that spot, still unconscious. "He made this bed, he can lie in it!" I thought.

When I woke again, Dad had rolled over against me. His arm was around me, and his erection was pressing against my ass. I wriggled my butt happily against him, and he responded with a low moan. That was followed by a much louder moan, as the hangover made itself felt. "Oh, oh," I thought. "He's awake, now."

I pushed back against his cock, letting out my own moan.

"Oh, God.... what a night," he said sleepily. Then suddenly: "OH MY GOD! .... ooooohhhhh!" his head rebelled at the volume. Then, more quietly, "what have I done?" He pushed himself away from me.

I rolled over to face him, keeping the distance constant.

"Well, technically, Daddy ... you raped me."

His mouth fell open, "Noooooo. No, Noooh!"

"Yes, Daddy ... but it's OK. I promise I won't tell anybody -- if you do it again." I had hold of his prick by now, and he couldn't retreat any further without stimulating it more. It had started to deflate when he realized he'd fucked his son, but now as I squeezed it gently it was growing again.

"I... I can't! You -- you're my son!"

"What's the problem, Daddy? Is it because I'm your son, or because I'm male?"

He stuttered as I squeezed his cock, again. "Y-Y-You're a guy!"

"So, if I was your daughter, it would be alright?"

"Yesss...NO! That's not what I meant."

"I think it is, Daddy. You thought I was Mommy, last night, so I know you can think of me as a girl. I think you'd love to have a daughter to fuck. Can I be your girl, Daddy?"