Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 05

... anywhere between twenty three and twenty six, depending on when you ask her. Her birthday changes every time, too.

"I know, sweetie. I like to think of you as my little brother."

"But I'm older than you!"

"It's called affection. Also, I was pretty skinny back then. I think these will fit you just fine."

I grab her from her feet and have her sitting in my lap.

"They're too small."

"You're small, too," I tell her fondling her genitals.

"I didn't mean that, you nut," she laughs. "And stop playing with my manhood."

It's my turn to laugh. I never thought of Stella's diminutive bits as manhood until now. At any rate, she makes no effort to stop me from playing with them. I think she enjoys it.

"Should we try the clothes on?" I ask her.

"Yeah." She puts her arms over my shoulders and kisses me.

When we're done, I pull a small t-shirt over her head. It's a bit loose around her chest, but still shows her tits well. I select a pair of trousers.

"You need to wear panties with these," I tell her.

She nods. I go to her knickers shelf and look for a suitable piece. I don't normally get to see her wearing them much -- she's that kind of slut -- but they turn me on nonetheless. Sometimes I put them on her myself and ask her to model for me. The thing about them is that they're all good girl panties: low rise but with good coverage and nothing trashy.

I pick out a yellow pair this time, with small, black animal designs. I help her step in and pull ...

... them up. I do the same for the pants. I love dressing and undressing her like she's a doll.

"Perfect, you're a boy now!" I commend him. "Let's have a look at you."

He takes a couple of turns and strikes a few poses. He's not at all serious. He looks too much like a girl and tries to make me laugh. It doesn't help that he's wearing large, dangling earrings, nipple bars visible under the shirt's soft fabric and a large ring in his lower lip.

"Cute, but wrong. Try to project a more manly vibe."

I try to coach him, but he's a lost cause. I'll never make a proper man out of him, but it's not all bad. His frame is narrow and there's nothing offensively curvy about it. His butt fills the trousers a bit too well, but that I'll have to ignore. The most flagrant letdown is the face. Somewhat masculine when he pretends to be a girl, it's too round, too bright and too cute for a man. It would be fine for a boy, maybe, but every straight man would want to fuck him.

"Enough of that," I tell him. "Come here. Let me take your clothes off."

We need to try more of my stuff: trousers, shirts, jackets. I change his panties every time. He's kind of okay with getting handled like this, though my clothes from four years ago don't fit him very well.

He may not try very hard, but I'm worse than him. Treating him like a doll and fitting his ass with the yellow silicone butt plug in the middle of our try on session can't create a sense of sober, masculine propriety.

"I like you ...