This choice: "Uh... I think we should swap back..." • Go Back...Chapter #5Swapping back by: Unknown "Hmm...maybe not, Dad, they don't really match the rest of my body..." you say, your father's erection bouncing between your legs as you pace a bit.
"Wh- really? Alright..." your dad replies, audibly disappointed. He climbs back in the guillotine and lets you slice your bottom half away from his torso as you climb in and do the same. Soon, you're back on your own legs, but your dad seems to be having a little trouble...
"Uh, Steven? Son?" your dad calls out. You turn around, pulling up your pants as you see the mess he's gotten himself into. Your dad is stumbling around the garage, his torso attached to his legs backwards! He's facing away from you, but his naked cock sure isn't. It's pointing straight at you. You blush as you start to get a little hard watching the spectacle.
"Calm down, Dad, just make your way back over to the guillotine and we can fix you," you reassure him.
"Wait... not yet..." you dad says. You're a bit surprised, but it sort of makes sense. Judging by his wicked hard-on, he's definitely enjoying having a front-facing butt.
"What? Come on, Dad, your, uh... your tail is wagging..." you joke, your cock throbbing as the words leave your lips. Your dad's cock throbs too. Yeah, this is definitely some secret fetish for him. Apparently, it's a secret fetish for you too, judging by how surprised you are that you're into the spectacle in front of you.
"Steve, I want to enjoy this for a bit. It's not every day I get to mix myself up like this," he says. He finally turns around and shows off his ample dad-butt below his equally ample dad-gut. He looks downright proud of his fucked up body, putting his hands on his hips and taking a bit of a wide stance.
You attempt to hide your erection, but it's no use. your dad has definitely noticed.
"Come on, I won't tell Mom," your dad says invitingly, rubbing his cheeks and spreading them ever so slightly for you. Your heart skips a beat as you watch your horny mixed-up father flirt you. Eh, what the hell, you think, like today could get much weirder. You stand up, drop your pants, and say... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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