All characters are 18+. Warning this story contains incest, gay sex, watersports, and scat
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Jesse sat down on his parents' bed, removed his pants, and shirt. He took a pair of pantyhose from his mother's drawer, he slid his foot into the silky nylon hose, the sensation sent a shiver up his spine, next he slid his other foot in, and pulled them up. The feel of the velvety fabric slowly stretching over his legs, woke up his cock. He continues to stretch the sheer nylons over his waist, squeezing his erection tightly against him. He ran his hand over the thin fabric, gently caressing the underbelly of his cock.
His breath went short and quick he became dizzy with exhilaration. He licked his fingers, and gently tickled his nipple, which caused him to quiver. He continued to put on his mother's pink lacy bra, and then he slipped into her pink satin nightgown. The silky-smoothness made him feel feminine and sexy. He ran his fingers though his natural long blond hair, then he laid down on the bed, and gently touched himself. His fingers moved gently over his cock as it puffed up in his mother's pink panties. Pre cum began to drip soaking into the lush material.
With his eyes closed, he moved his hands over the silky panties picking up the pace, his breath quickening. Bang! He jumped up responding to the noise he heard from outside. His heart raced, and his mind reeled trying to think of what to do. Spinning questions,
did my mom come home early? Is it, dad? Who could it possibly be?
He looked at the clock and saw it was 2:30 usually the mail carrier comes at that time. He concluded maybe that is what he heard, but to be safe he decided to investigate. He slowly crept down the hall to the living room, he peered around the corner, the coast is clear he thought. He slipped behind the front window and peeked out, and saw the mail carrier driving off. His muscles relaxed with a sigh of relief he headed back to his parents' bedroom. As he turned to walk into the bedroom, he discovered his father sitting on the bed, his heart jumped to his throat, he stopped breathing and stood frozen. His hands began to shake as his father held up his cell phone and took a picture of him standing in the doorway wearing his mother's lingerie.
"Daddy, what are you doing?"
He lowered the phone,"I should be the one asking you that question."
His body trembled, "I don't know, I wanted to know what it felt like to dress up like a woman, I was curious, I guess."
His father gazed at the picture on the phone, then looked up with a stone face glare, "Jesse you look good dressed in your mother's lingerie, how about I share this pic on your Facebook page?"
Jesse was speechless, his stomach was knotted, while his legs were weak, he held himself up by leaning against the doorframe. He didn't know how to respond, his body stirred and his eyes welled up with tears. Choked up with emotion, he could feel his father's cold stare scanning his body from head to toe.
Jesse cleared his throat, "Why do you want to embarrass me like this? I know you're mad, but we can keep this between us? I am sorry, I won't do it again, I promise."
"Jesse, Jesse, Jesse, what am I going to do with you? I wanted you to be a man, and look at what you have become. You look like a small girl wearing your mother's pink nightgown. But I must admit, you look better than she does in it."
Jesse jumped, his eyes opened wide,
what does he mean I look better that her
He thought. He took a deep breath and stopped shaking, he tried to read the look on his father's face, but there was no emotion at all.
Why did he take the picture? Was it blackmail? If so, why, what could he want? He resolved that there was only one way to find out.
When his courage peeked, he asked, "What do you want from me?"
His father sat on the bed, staring at him, the room was still with an eerie silence. "You are evidently not the man I imagined you would grow up to be. Now I understand why you keep your hair long and pretty. You're a little sissy boy."
Jesse was jolted out of the surrealism of the situation, he felt his blood pressure rising, the color returned to his face. His hand balled up into a fist.
"Fuck you, I can do whatever I want, I don't care if I have disappointed you, I like the wearing women clothes and feeling like a girl. I simply don't want the universe know, at least not today."
His father chuckled, "Your manning up, about wanting to be a little sissy girl, that's funny."
His jaw clenched, "Yeah, Dad, I am a sissy girl, and you raised me, I bet this really hurts your big manly ego, huh?"
He replied, "No, not at all, I am a man and I know what I like, if you don't want me to post this picture you will do what I tell you. If you desire to be a sissy girl is all right by me, but you're going to be my little sissy"
Jesse was stunned this was the left hook he never seen coming, he relaxed his fist, he was confused and caught off guard by his father's response. Again, the room was silent as he looked at his father; he had thick brown hair, with a five O'clock shadow to match, a square jaw, rugged face, and brown eyes that could pierce through your soul. He had big hands, with hairy knuckles. He wore faded blue jeans and a flannel shirt. Jesse felt a small flicker in his chest, as it dawned on him that his father was an attractive man.
He replied, "What do you want me to do?" Once again, he became aware of the tingling sensation from the nylon pantyhose, and the softness of satin against his skin. He admired his father's strong masculinity. His heartbeat harder, the blood pumped back into his cock.
His father leaned back unbuckled his belt, opened his fly, and slowly unleashed his nine inch cock as it snaked its way free from his jeans. Jesse noticed immediately that his father's cock was already hard.
