I got into the car and drove off. It looked like there was a really nice mall about 20 mins off, so I headed there. I thought about what I was going to get. It was clear Dad had a thing for me. At the very least, some weird Daddy-Daughter fetish. That, along with the fact that he clearly made a good living, meant I could probably treat myself. He was clearly strict though, so I didn’t want to go too far. My plan, I decided, would be to test out my boundaries.
I parked and headed inside, wandering around. There was one clothes store that dominated the second floor, so I decided to head inside. I picked up some things here and there: tight skinny jeans, a pair of denim short shorts, a black skirt that reached lower thigh, a tank top. I also grabbed a bit of underwear, nothing extravagant - I had to send him pics, obviously. Just white with a little lace. I could get more daring later, how could he check?
My favorite choice was a beautiful dress. This was going to push the spending, but it was good to really test the boundaries. In the fitting room, it clung tightly to my body, showing my curves and showing off my legs. A perfect mix of classic and sexy.
I took pics of them, laying them out on the bench. I even decided to take pictures of me wearing the tamer ones. I sent them all to Dad.
Almost immediately, he responded.
Yeah that’s all fine.
Well, he couldn’t complain about the cost. I took everything to checkout and texted him again. By now, the charge should be in his account.
Not too expensive, right?
You can spend as much as you want. Just remember the rule.
I shrugged. I wasn’t complaining. I headed over to the car and drove home. No one seemed to be around. I headed up to my room to put my clothes away.
But when I started putting stuff, I noticed things missing. Yesterday’s outfit, a loose skirt and spaghetti top that I’d left on my desk, had disappeared. One of my bras was also gone. I frowned. Putting my new stuff away, I headed out. Maybe Dad or Mom was home. Did she take stuff for laundry or something?
Her door was open. I peered inside. Empty. I looked down the hall. Dad’s room was open, just a bit. I headed over to look inside again, nestling myself again in the staircase to look inside without being seen.
I gasped. I could see him, sitting on his chair, at his desk. He was on his phone, probably texting. Looking up something on the internet.
And at his feet...Mom. Giving him a vigorous blowjob. In my outfit from yesterday. The exact same skirt and top...no mistaking it, she must have taken it. Was this her idea, for his attention? Or his, for his fetish?
“Do you like it Daddy? Is your little girl good at head?” She asked in a high pitch voice as she raised her head, slowly stroking him.
“Keep sucking that, baby. You look so cute today.”
“I want to look cute for my Daddy.”
She engulfed his cock again. He stroked her hair. “Good girl…”
“Please Daddy...fuck me…”
He looked at her. “Show Daddy that ass.”
She stood up and turned, bending over his desk. “Fuck your baby girl, Daddy, I need your cock!”
