Date: Thu, 4 Apr 2019 20:37:26 +0100 From: Never Less Subject: The Daddy-Son Dance 2 The Daddy-Son Dance 2 I woke up earlier than I normally did on a Saturday morning to find my Dad had woken earlier still. He was lying beside me, his head rested on handed and propped up by an elbow looking at me lovingly, "Morning Todd, you looked so handsome." "You look beautiful," I replied. His lipstick was smudged and his hair even messier than before, the eyelashes uncurled and make-up starting to prickle as his previously smooth skin started to have the first eruptions of stubble. But he still looked so hot and attractive and I wanted him to know there was no regret from the last night. I pushed him backwards, rolling him onto his back as I then rolled onto him. My lips pressed down and I kissed him passionately. He responded, his arms reaching round me to drag me closer as his mouth moved at mine. His small cock was swiftly erect and I could feel it rubbing at my equally hard, but larger one. We continued for a few moments, before he gently pressed his hand against my chest to get me off him. I lifted myself and he smiled, "Now that's a good morning." "You deserve it," I grinned and was about to go in for more when he stopped me. "I've got to get ready for the next event we've planned," he said, easing himself from under me. "Next event?" I slid back off him and lay back, resting my head against bed board. He got out of bed, totally naked, and I admired his naked body as he walked over to the en-suite bathroom, "A fashion show," he said as he went inside. That sounded interesting and I waited as I heard him shower so I could ask more. When he came out I saw he'd totally shaved himself again, so he was as smooth as glass, the only hair that on his head. "So what's the fashion show about?" I asked. "You'll see," he tittered, before giving me a naughty grin. "I need to get myself beautiful. Are you going down to breakfast?" "Are you?" I asked. "No, I'm going to have something light as we prepare for the fashion show later." "Okay, I'll go get some in a little bit," it was still early and there was no hurry. I pulled myself into a half-sitting position to watch Dad as he beautified himself. He went to one the wardrobe shelf and pulled out a make-up bag I didn't know he possessed, before sitting, still naked, at the dresser. In the mirror I could see him wiping away the remains of the previous make-up before reapply a new coat with some skill, his mouth pouting sexily as he slid the lip-gloss around it and proving me wrong, by curling the eyelashes and making them seem longer by darkening them. He took out a brush and spent more time sculpting his messy, but sexy, style than he previously had as a man brushing it neatly and then used a mixture of perfumed gel and spray to keep it in place. Finally he got out some perfume and dabbed it over himself, so he smelt as lovely as he looked. He got up and slipped on a robe from the hotel, together with some slippers -- even though they were unisex with his make-up and hair done up, he looked a real woman. "I'm going to help get the fashion show ready, it's at ten -- I'll see you there?" "Yes," I said, "I wouldn't miss it." Once he'd gone I picked my clothes off the floor and got dressed. Leaving the room I saw a couple of other guys walking the corridor in crumpled suits from the night before, we nodded to each other with knowing grins as we passed. I didn't go straight to breakfast, stopping at my room first to change from formal wear to a more casual set of jeans, pumps and T-shirts. I saw Dave as soon as I entered the restaurant and he saw me, raising his arm in greeting. I waved back and went to join him at his table. He was grinning as much as the cat who'd got the cream. "So?" he grinned as I sat down. "So? What?" my wide grin back spoiling any pretence I didn't know what he was talking about. "Was I right about your Dad and it being more than a dance?" "You were," I said helping myself to a piece of toast, "Full on seduction, all the way -- I nailed him twice, in the ass. You?" "Details," he said and I gave him them before asking him again about him and his Dad. He nodded, "We were on the dance floor and he started getting handsy, his hands on my ass. I won't say I wasn't encouraging him either, his butt was delectable to grab. So anyway when the dance ended, I suggested we find somewhere to talk about what had happened. We ended up on a sofa slurping each other's faces off and then up in his room, where I got him out of that dress double-quick, before we did it doggy style. I stayed the night, got a morning blow job as well." That was something I needed to get as it sounded like it had put Dave in a good mood. He continued, "He said something about a fashion show." "Mine as well," I said, "but I don't know anything more." "I bet it's something to look forward to," Dave said and I agreed. The restaurant was filling up as we spoke, it seemed not many sons had made it the first sitting and a lot of them were wearing wide grins. As there was some time before the show me and Dave had a wander around the hotel, getting our bearings and finding out where the show was. It turned out there were a number in different rooms, with each having a list ten to twelve sons., pinned to the door. Dave and I were in the same one and we entered, to be given a tablet by a member of staff as did so. There was a catwalk in the middle of the room, with a screen above and a group of chairs. We chose a couple near the end and sat down as the room began to fill up and by ten o'clock everyone was there. A couple of minutes went by, the hum of conversation continuing as we all waited with excitement and interest for what was coming, guessing exactly what was going to happen (and this time we weren't wrong). There was a burst of music and the screens lit up with the compère from last night. He beamed out as the room darkened a shade as the main lights were dimmed and spotlights and runway lights were switched on, all highlight the walkway. "Welcome to the fashion segment. We couldn't get all the Daddies on one catwalk so we've split them up, if you're not in the right room you're not going to see your Daddy..." The music continued and he waited to give sons a chance to switch rooms if they'd found themselves in the wrong one, though no-one moved in ours. After a few minutes he spoke again, "The outfits you're about to see have all for sale. If you like any please click on it in the tablet." As he spoke a video was coming up over him on the screen, showing the app and how to use it. "The number in the corner" he continued speaking as an arrow flashed on the screen indicating what he was referring to, "is the budget each Daddy has set." I looked at mine, it was more than generous and from the nods of appreciation from the other sons, my Dad wasn't the only one who'd set at a high level. The compère continued for a few more moments, explaining how we could change our minds or choose different colours for what we ordered, before giving us another beaming smile over the monitor, "Now let's begin." The music began to up its beat and at the end of the room a door opened and a series of Dad's walked out and onto the catwalk. My Dad was fifth in the walk, just behind Dave's and despite neither of them being sporty, both were in a casual tennis kit, short white skirts and pumps, with equally white blouses and caps, oversized heart shaped sunglasses were placed on the top of my Dad's head. I watched as he strutted down, my cock hardening at his look. My God he was gorgeous, I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed it before -- but then he'd never feminised himself previously. As he came nearer he gave a sexy pout with his lips, before turning abruptly on his heel and returning the way he'd come, deliberately wiggling his bottom. And then he and the others were out through the door again, leaving us sons alone. "Fucking hot," said Dave to me, and we weren't the only ones thinking that as we clicked on the apps and made our orders; not just something my Dad had been wearing, but also another short skirt and top, which looked ultra hot and which I could imagine him in (and out of). A few minutes later the door opened again and the Dad's returned. It was dresses this time, Dad wearing a flowery summer one which flowed about his body as he walked. It wasn't at all revealing, but that seemed to make it all the more sexy as it concealed his maleness and made him look all the more alluring and feminine. He was wearing a summer hat as well, sweeping it off as he got nearer and shaking his head like he was in a shampoo commercial; his hair was too short for it to bounce, but it still swayed and sung and even as he was turning round I was ordering the ensemble. Knee length boots, a skirt almost to meet them and a beige pullover followed. Dad gave me a smile and wink as he approached, balancing on the heels of the boots better than I ever imagined. He swung his ass at me in his turn and I thought how good he looked, again I ordered. "Holy shit," Dave gasped and others were repeating similar oaths as the door opened for the next parade and down the catwalk pranced a line of Dad's wearing swimsuits (only one Dad daring enough to go for a bikini and not one I knew, still I ordered it). My own Dad's one-piece was a light pink, clinging so tightly to his body I could the shape of his small cock against it, my own larger one was also straining, as I admired the sight, continuing to look as he turned round and I could see how it rose into his ass crack, leaving his lovely cheeks free to view. As the Dad's vanished behind the closed doors to change again the compère came up on the screen, "Now we come to the final selection, I hope you've all left some money, you'll want to order some of this..." He vanished and I quickly looked at the amount in the corner, there was still over a hundred on display, despite my generous tapping on orders Dad had been more generous still. "There was some great stuff there," said Dave. I grinned and nodded wondering whether he was referring to Dads or clothes. Whilst I had mainly eyed my own Dad I had to admit my eyes had wander over some of the others, and they all looked so super hot and sexy. "Yes I clicked a lot." We spent a few moments comparing purchases until the music amped up and the doors opened. "Fuck me," I gasped. The compère had been right, we'd all want to buy some of this. A line of Dads in the sweetest, sexiest and shortest nightwear I'd ever seen sashayed out. I don't think more than a couple of pieces reached as far as the wearer's thighs and my Dad wasn't in one of them. He was wearing an almost translucent black baby doll nightie, with a couple of pink bows on the shoulders and to strategically cover the nipples. It only went down to just below his belly, leaving his small dick on display and he'd decorated it with a pink bow, smiling coyly to me as he passed, the tiny prick bouncing and swinging in my eye line. I was stabbing the tablet even as he turned and I looked up to watch his round rumps jiggling as he walked away; adorable. The last Dad returned behind the doors and the lights came on. "Lunch is served," one of the employees announced and I was surprised to find that the time had gone so quickly that it was past one and that I'd not noticed how hungry I was. It was a buffet, but with sit down tables this time and Dave and I found one with space for four, wondering if our Dads would be joining us and both hoping they were. The show had been great and I'd enjoyed it, but it would be good to have my sexy Dad's company again, so I could look at him and tell him how beautiful he was and perhaps cheekily squeeze a thigh or two. Luckily soon as we sat down the first of the dad's started to drift in and after a few minutes Dad and Chris Willis, Dave's Dad, appeared -- both were wearing the summer dresses we'd chosen, not long before, with purses over their arm and they gave us a wave of greeting as soon as they saw us, coming over. Dave and I both sprang up like gentlemen, both to kiss them a welcoming kiss on the cheek (and in my cases and I think Dave's, a crafty squeeze on the sexy behind), before pulling out the chair for them. The two Dads sat down gracefully, placing their purses on the table as we continued being the perfect sons/beaus by going to the buffet to get them something to eat ("not too fattening," Dad giggled). Sitting down and joining them I couldn't but notice how happy Dad looked, smiling widely and giggling at every little thing. I reached out and took his hand on the table, in a public display of affection and he blushed and tittered some more, not moving it away. "You were beautiful up there," I told him, "You really could have been a real catwalk model." "I wanted to put on a show for you," he blushed redder, but I could tell he was proud as he spoke. "I was looking at your purchases, you bought everything." "You looked so good in them all I couldn't resist," I grinned back, "Especially the last one..." "You're so naughty, Todd," he squeaked in fake indignation whilst looking as pleased as punch. I squeezed his hand and kissed him lightly on the lips, making him giggle and smile so more, reaching up to brush a hair from his eye as if nothing had happened. "The afternoon is ours," Dad said, "with nothing planned." I certainly thought I could make some plans, but before I could suggest them Dave said, "Why don't you join us for a walk round the grounds, me and Dad were just saying how nice it was." My Dad looked so excited by the prospect there was little I could do, but forcing smile and nod as if I thought it was a good idea. "Let us just get our hats," Dad said as we stood up, leaving me and Dave alone so that I could tell him what a bad idea it was. He was grinning. "Come on, I'll slow down with my Dad, so you can walk with yours. I'm sure you'll find some place private to reintroduce yourselves." Put like that he had a point and I really was smiling, by the time we met Dad and Chris in reception, the two of them wearing the straw hats which went so well with the dresses. I slipped my hand into Dads and Dave did the same as we left the building. There were a number of signposted walks and we took one that looked to be long enough to give us time to get reacquainted somewhere along it's path, but not so long we'd hike ourselves to exhaustion. Dad walked close to me and had to admit it was pretty nice just to walk and talk for a little bit, especially when he leaned his head against me as we walked so I could smell his perfume and the scent of the wild flowers. After a while I noticed Dave had kept his promise and walked his Dad off down a side path, leaving me and mine alone. I didn't hurry, continuing to gently stroll along, talking to my Dad about how beautiful he had looked up there and how proud I was of him, interspersed with small kisses on the top of his head, further mussing his hair. He giggled and sighed with appreciation. We carried on down the path, finding ourselves the only ones walking it. It wasn't the first time we'd done a walk together, but normally when we did it we talked about school or what I was doing in sports or television shows or even sometimes my love life, just like we were Dad and son. Now we were talking about how beautiful he looked and how sexy, and how muscular and handsome he found me as if we were just lovers and I found, however much I liked my old Dad, I liked this one even more. We came to the lake, glistening in the sun and to my slight surprise, Dad pulled me gently from the main path, towards a small track which went the other way round the lake, going into a bunch of trees, before vanishing. As we entered the copse he led me from the path to a small gazebo, hidden away, which Dad must have known was there. I wondered whether the walk had been Dave's idea or whether his Dad had put the idea into his head and if he hadn't that mine would have suggested it. I didn't voice my suspicions that this had been a plan, as frankly I didn't care, because it was a good one. Once inside Dad tossed his hat and purse onto the bench before turning to me and dragging my face down on his. My lips were already opening by the time we connected, my tongue slipping at his mouth as my hands grabbed his side. I had thought he was a good kisser the night before, but he was even better now -- no trace of nerves in his response to my kisses and pressing his body so eagerly at mine we almost toppled over. His hands were on my back, crawling up to mess and play with it, trying to wrap it round his fingers and failing because it was too short, but still giving it another go. My own hands were moving up and down his waist, pulling at the dress, so that it gradually lifted. As it did I slipped my hands under it and against the bare skin of his sides, running sensually over it and down, past the thin thing strap and onto his thighs. It encouraged him to kiss me more eagerly, pressing himself against me so close I could feel the beat of his body, his leg moving up like we were in Dirty Dancing, so that I could stroke the naked flesh as I turned his head from my mouth so I could kiss his exposed neck. My cock was as hard as a rock and I shifted position again, balancing him against the nearest wall as I guided one of his hands down. He giggled like a schoolgirl as my mouth closed in on his again and he began to stroke it through my pants. My tongue swept forward, demanding entrance to his mouth and without demure he gave it me. My body pressed at his, squashing my Dad to the wall and running my hands round his naked stomach and waist. I didn't stop as I felt his fingers at my buttons and belt and heard, as well as felt, the zip going down. My cock was in his hand, he was stroking it and massaging it gently, playing with my dick in a way Dad's aren't supposed to do. I didn't care and neither did he, as he squeezed it as tight as he could and moved it, making me break the kiss to growl with pleasure. He giggled and moved away from me a little, but not so far he was letting go off my erect member. He gave a little girly giggle, his red lips trembling sexily as he fluttered the eyelashes at me. "I want to give you a blow job, Todd," he purred. "Oh yeah?" I grinned, my voice so thick with lust I was almost choking. "Yes," he nodded with a giggle, pushing me further back and slowly descending to his knees. He kissed my cockhead once and then looked up at me with his sexy face, his eyes smouldering and a tongue sliding sensually over the ruby lips, "and then I want you to cum all over my face, cover me with your spunk and leave me dripping." "Fuck, yes," I moaned, unable to imagine a more sexy sight than my Dad with my seed dribbling down his beautiful face. I wouldn't have to day-dream about it for long though as my Dad moved from kissing my cock to sliding it between his lips. Like last night he didn't go all the way down, but he was less hesitant in how far he did go. It didn't take him longer than half a minute to find his pace and position and move into a rhythm,, his head banging back and forth as he went down my iron manhood. I groaned in pleasured as he sucked at my dick, resting my hands on his shoulders and playing with them under the dress. In turn his hands were on my firm ass cheeks, holding them as if he needed them for balance, his lithe fingers kneading them as he sucked. "Oh fuck, God, don't stop, this is so good," I moaned. This certainly wasn't the first blow job I'd had and perhaps, to be fair, it wasn't strictly the best, but it was the most eager and enjoyable -- especially given that he'd only given his first one last night. In a few weeks I was sure Dad would be a champion cock-sucker and I was happy to help him practice his skills. "Shit, Dad, this is so hot, you're sucking so well." He was more confident as well, not needing to stop to ask how it was going, taking my words and enthusiastic grunts, groans and shudders as answer enough. His tongue was whizzing underneath, tickling my dick and trying to guide it at the soft patch of its cheeks, so it banged against the moist wall again and again. I gripped his shoulders tighter and moved my hips back and forth, not so much I was forcing it down, but enough he could tell how much I was appreciating him. He didn't go any deeper, but he did move quicker, making sure he matched my energy with an eagerness of his own. "God damnit ," I cursed happily, "Suck my big dick, swallow it into your hot mouth." He did, moving at pace and sucking my dong down. I looked at him, feeling a surge of love so different from my normal feelings for him. He was so pretty, with his cheek bulging and his red lips wrapped around my prong, his eyes looking up at me, the lashes fluttering and the pupils seeming to match the shade of eye liner he'd chosen. I'd said he could have been a model and I wasn't lying. My legs were weak with pleasure and if I hadn't been leaning on him they'd have buckled. I could feel the pleasure flowing through them, a pulsating, pounding excitement as I got nearer and nearer to cumming. I remembered Dad's ask of me and as I felt the pressure build I put a hand on his forehead pushing him gently, if firmly back, so my cock slipped out of his mouth. Letting go off him I grasped it and jerked it hard, looking down at his upturned face as he smiled in anticipation. It was all the push I needed and with a grunt of "Fucking yes!" I started spurting all over his attractive face. I don't think I ever cum for so long and so much. Shot after shot lanced from my cock, the more I jerked the more I came. The warm stringy strands landed on Dad's face, making him squeal the first time and then grin happily as silvery jewelled necklaces coated him; all over his forehead and nose, making him close his eyes as it landed over his eyelashes and the painted lids, down over his red lips and chin, leaving him shimmering. I continued until the last drop had spunked out over him, gazing down at my handiwork. He was grinning happily, his eyes closed shut, letting the cum trickle down his cheeks and drop down from his chin onto his new dress. As I looked down he opened his mouth and ran his tongue over the cum-covered lips, cleaning them of the silver so they were as bright red as before, "Yummy, Todd cum," he giggled. "Good you liked," I said. "I loved it," he gingerly opened his eyes, wincing a little as the cum stung them, "I'm so happy you gave it me." "Win-win," I agreed. "Could you pass me my purse?" he asked and I picked it up passing it to him. He opened it and pulled out a tissue, wiping away the cum before pulling out a vanity mirror and checking it was all gone. He stood, adjusting his dress back as I slipped my flaccid cock back. He took his hat and placed it carefully on his head, making sure he angled it correctly, before holding his hand out for me to take, "Shall we finish our walk now?" he smiled. "Yes, though I'm going to say that's the most pleasant break we've ever had." Dad giggled naughtily. * Dad looked so delectable over dinner I could have eaten him, he'd done his hair again, reinvigorating the messed up style that suited him so well, so that all the way though the meal one lock kept falling across his eye. He had touched up his lipstick, making his lips seem even redder and more succulent and reapplied his eye shadow. I could see the nail polish glinting beneath the candle as he delicately ate. The candles were the only lights around, but as each table had several the room was dim, but not so dark, the servers couldn't find their way around. But it was dark enough to be romantic and when we were not eating, Dad's hands were under mine as I rubbed them. However I wasn't glad when we finished. Dad put down the dessert spoon in his bowl and looked at me, his white teeth flashing in the candlelight, "What would you like to do now? We could go for a walk? Or play a game of pool in the bar?" "I'd like to go to bed," I said, grinning back at him as I took his hands across the table, adding unnecessarily, "With you." "Good idea," he giggled and we would stood up to leave the restaurant. It seemed we weren't the only Dads and sons looking for an early night, as there was a queue by the escalator. I led him to the stairs and we took them together, his hand in mine as we walked. I hadn't asked whether we should go to his room or mine, but his was closer and so that's where I led us. Inside the room I took his head in my hands and brought mine forward to kiss him. It was slow and sensual, our mouths opening and closing together as we melted into each other and his hands wrapped round me, sliding over my firm buttocks. "Let's take a shower together," murmured Dad as we broke. "Okay," I said in agreement and began to undress. It didn't take us long to both be naked, but there was a bit of a pause as Dad picked up my clothes and folded them on the chair. I took advantage of this to turn on the shower and get the right temperature so that it was ready when he stepped into the bathroom. I got into the shower, feeling the hot water coursing over my body. A second or two later my Dad joined me, pushing close to me in the cramped cubicle. I reached down to his naked ass, squeezing it as I brought him even closer for a kiss. It had been many years since we'd shared a shower, so many I couldn't even remember anything apart from very vague memories of him leaning over me, washing my hair as I stood little more than half-way up his thigh. It was different now, we were clamped together kissing hard, our hands on each other and whilst the movement of our palms over the other's naked flesh could have been a clean motion, it was also a lot more sexual. Dad's small prick was against my upper thigh, as my larger one rubbed at his stomach -- neither of us was complaining. I opened one of the complimentary shower gel bottles, turning Dad away from me as I began to massage it into his scalp. My hard cock continued to brush and slip against his lower back, making me feel even more horny. "That's nice," he giggled as my fingers massaged his scalp before moving down to clean his shoulders and smooth chest. I poured out some more gel and went lower, over his stomach and belly button and down to his cock and balls. My soapy hands lathered them up , running over the smooth sac and then onto the hardening, but small, prick. "I think this extra dirty," I murmured into his ear above the sound of the water, "I'll need to spend extra time cleaning it." "Goodie," giggled Dad. I was able to grip my hand round it with space to spare, my fingers pressing at my lower palm as I squeezed. Dad gave a sensual moan as I rubbed it up and down, slowly but forcefully working his small dick. I could feel the blood pulsing through it, the dick beating in time with his heart as I gently jacked. My other hand was rubbing his thigh and ass cheek, massaging the warm water over it and I moved my mouth to just below his jaw line to kiss and peck at his exposed neck. "Oh, that is so good, my dick needs a proper cleaning," Dad was leaning back into me, squashing his back at my erect cock, his hands going round to hold my ass and squeeze it as I worked him. I grinned and continued to kissing his neck, slowly jerking his dick back and forth. I was careful not to make him cum, I wanted to make sure he was ready for the main event and as a horny as he could be without spending him. He gave another sigh of satisfaction as I squeezed his prick and I knew there was a risk he was coming close. I knew I had to stop, but I not going to deny there was a reluctance as I eased my hand. Dad didn't say anything, he probably knew I was right, but his body sagged a little from the loss of tension. It didn't last long as he turned back towards me, sliding our naked bodies together as he did. "Pass me the gel bottle, its time I washed you." His palms moved over me, starting with my head and then down to my back and chest. He spent time massaging there, his hands sliding in circles over my muscular pecs as he admired my physique. He wasn't much faster down my six pack stomach, his fingers sliding into the muscular creases and running over my firm muscles. Then he was down on my dick, soaping it gently. It was too large for him to get his fingers and thumb all the way round, even if he squeezed, but he made a valiant effort, sliding back and forth as he soaped and jacked me. "Mmmhhmm," I groaned. It felt so good to have his hand tightly playing with my cock, working it passionately. I stretched, leaning back into him so he could kiss my neck as I'd kissed his and let the warm water wash all over me, adding a further level of relaxation and satisfaction. His lips were on me, kissing me gently, tenderly and lovingly, but no longer as Father kisses a child, but as a sissy kisses his lover. His hand continued to tug at my cock, slowly and forcefully, as if every move needed a physical effort. I could feel the excitement welling up on me and for a moment I was tempted to let it continue. But I forced myself round, breaking away from his hand and kissed him. For a few more minutes we continued under the shower, my hard body pressing at his slender one, my thin lips moving with his succulent pair and our two dicks rubbing together excitedly. Eventually we broke and I said, "We better get dried before going to bed." He nodded his agreement and we stepped out of the shower, reaching for the towels. It didn't take long for us to dry ourselves, looking and examining each other as we did. His cock was still hard, but the water had mussed his style. He gave me a grin, "Why don't you wait in the bed and I'll join you in a couple of minutes when I've touched myself up." I agreed, going back into the main room and getting under the covers of the bed. Normally I sleep in boxers and an old T-shirt, but tonight I didn't even think about changing into them and remained as naked as I had been in the shower. He took longer than a couple of minutes as I was torn between irritation that he was taking so long and confidence that it'd be worth the wait. Eventually the door opened and a foot with a set of painted toe-nails pointed out. I grinned feeling myself go hard as seconds later the rest of him followed in a slow, sensual sashay of sluttiness. He had redone his hair, blow drying it and styling it and retouched his make-up and lip gloss, so he looked even more womanly. To top it was he was wearing the negligee from earlier, complete with the tiny pink bow tied round his equally tiny pink cock. He gave me a sultry smile as he entered and swung round like he was putting on a show for me. "God, you're so hot," I growled, throwing back the covers so he could see the impact he was having on me. "Hot for you Todd," he purred as he continued to swing and sway, moving slowly towards the dresser where the anal lube was sitting. He picked it up and squirted some on his hand before turning and bending so his round ass was pointed at me. He reached round and began to massage it onto his hole, gently pushing the tip of the finger in to let some slide into the anus itself. My dick went so hard it was almost hurting, I could feel the pump of it and I couldn't help but stroke it with my hand. Straightening he came towards the bed, still holding the lube. Crawling towards me he stopped next to my cock, gently kissing it all over for a few seconds as I breathed in excited eagerness. "Let me oil up this wonderfully huge weapon," he tittered, "Prepare it for my tight sissy butt." There were no complaints from me, as for the second time this evening, my Dad's hand grasped my hard member and worked it. This time it was lube he was rubbing in not soap, but the effect was the same, my dick hardening and glistening, ready for action. "I so want to fuck you," I said. "Oh yes," he giggled in agreement as I took hold off him and positioned him on his hands and knees. I swung him round so that he was facing a mirror so that I could see his attractive face as I fucked him. I got behind him on my knees, grasping hold off his round soft cheeks and pulling them apart so I could see his puckered anal entry. It was shiny with gel and whilst it looked tight I now knew I'd be able to get in. Keeping one hand on his ass I used the other to guide my cock to the backdoor, rubbing the tip at the sphincter. Dad gave an excited wiggle, "Fuck me Todd, please fuck me with that massive prick." I wasn't going to say no to Dad and so I began to shove my dick into his waiting asshole. In the mirror his reflection opened his mouth and let out a soundless squeal as he was penetrated, his face screwing up in way that suggested both pleasure and discomfort. I knew that soon the pleasure would be the master, so I continued in, stretching open his tight asshole. Dad's face continued to contort, his eyes screwed shut so I could no longer see the pupils, only the shadow over the lids and his lipstick mouth went round in an big `O' as he breathed out as I went in. As my cock further encased itself in his ass I let go of it and gripped his waist, sliding my hands along the naked skin and pushing the nightdress further up his body. Using it as a lever I was able to go quicker and harder, thrusting my large dick into his tight anus. A smile was creeping across his face as my cock drove in and found his anal G-spot, a slight moan escaping from his mouth as I slammed in. I grinned myself, "Take it Dad, take my big dick," I instructed him and he moved against me, getting himself into a rhythm with my thrusts. I shoved harder, forcing my cock past his tight walls. Deeper and deeper I went, each inch making Dad rock more and gasp out his ecstasy. Then I was all the way in, my hard prick fully penetrating his ass so that my balls were slapping at him as we fucked. "That's it, you've got it all, you're so fucking hot." "Yes, Todd, oh yes, I want your dick all the way in me," he squealed, his hands gripping at the bedding. I drove vigorously at him, enjoying the tightness of his anus round my cock, the way it squeezed me like a giant hand. He seemed to loving it as well, his beautiful face etched with pleasure in the mirror, his mouth open as he sighed and grunted, his eyes looking upwards so he could see my reflection as I pounded into him, sweat dripping between my pecs. "Yes, Todd, this is so good, I can't believe how good it is to have you in me. Fuck me, please fuck me so hard." The bed rocked beneath us as his hands gripped the covers. My thighs slapped loudly at his butt and my hands slipped further up his waist, our sweat making it slippery. He squealed some more as I pounded deep and I grinned at him in the mirror, "This so sexy fucking you, you're so beautiful." "Oh God, yes, yes," he cried in reply, "I want your dick in me, it's so good, you're so hot at fucking me, you make me feel so whole." I carried on the slamming, filling him. I knew I was going to cum soon and I both wanted to carry on forever and orgasm in his ass. I tried counting sheep or thinking about math as a way to keep me going longer, but it didn't work as even as I got to six times six I was pulled away from the answer by Dad's squeals and thinking how sexily tight his butthole was. I concentrated on a sprint finish, ramming him so hard he screamed with pleasure, his whole body rocking, "Yes, Todd, yes, don't stop..." I had to... cum exploded from my dick like a flooding river, shooting into his bowels and spurting out. I pulled out and fell back panting, "My God, that was amazing," I moaned. "Yes, mmmhhmm" it was Dad replied, moving round and crouching over my cock to gently lick and kiss, cleaning his anal juices and my cum off it with his tongue, "You were amazing, so sexy and manly, you fucked me so hard you've made me sure I'm a gay sissy." "Good," I said. I hadn't known how much I desired my Dad as a sissy lover until he had revealed himself to me, but now I wanted him and for more than a couple of days. He kissed my cock again and looked at me smiling, a trace of my cum over his lipstick. * After breakfast in bed the next morning, Dad washed as I returned to my room to pack my things. We met in reception, Dad back to his normal self, with not even a trace of lipstick or make-up to show how he'd spent the weekend -- nothing apart from the fact that his suitcase was heavier with the new, feminine clothes, we'd bought for him over the weekend. As we walked to the car I didn't know what the future would hold for me and Dad, but I would enjoy finding out.