DADDY

Denise's mother, Anne, was worried. There had been a tension between her husband, Jack, and her son ever since Dennis had become Denise. Whenever Denise and Jack were in a room together sparks flew. She considered the situation for weeks, and realized that the two of them would never come to grips with the situation as long as they could use her as a go-between and mediator. So Anne arranged to take a week long business trip to another city. As she expected, both her husband and son were distressed at the news. But she went ahead with her plan anyway.

Before she left, Anne convinced her husband (after a long argument) to take Denise out for dinner and dancing while she was gone. She explained that she had overheard Debbie and Denise wish that they knew how to dance. Jack was an excellent dancer so he was obviously the man for the job. That's how it came to be that Perfect Man took Perfect Girl/Boy out on the town. Denise was excited to be going out, but less so to be going out with his father.

At least this gave Denise a chance to pour himself into a strapless, long, black and red latex evening gown he'd bought weeks ago but had no excuse to wear in public until now. His shoulders and the top half of his boobs were naked, and the dress was skintight so the strechy latex compressed his boobs and forced large expanses of the rounded feminine flesh up into view. With every breath Denise's chest heaved and his breasts threatened to leap out of the gown's embrace. The glossy black fishtail skirt streched tautly around his shapely thighs and Denise could barely move his legs above the knee, but the long skirt was loose below the knee so he had enough freedom of movement to dance. Long black latex gloves and black pumps completed the exotic ensemble. Denise doubted this city had ever seen anything quite like him.

Debbie helped Denise put his flaming red hair up in a tight bun. He liked how having his hair up bared his long neck and accentuated his naked upper body. His red lipstick matched the red of his dress. The cut of the dress and the tight latex material made wearing a bra impractical and unnecessary, so Denise only had a pair of thong briefs on under the thin gown.

Denise's father, Jack, wore a black suit that looked great on him. The DNA serum's effect on Jack had been as dramatic, if less surprising, than its effect had been on Denise. Jack was transformed from a fifty year old geek to a twenty-five year old stud. Jack saw Denise and involuntarily exclaimed, "wow!"

Denise blushed, smiled, and whispered, "you look good too, Daddy."

People on the street and in the restaurant stared, wondering if the gorgeous couple were celebrities. Denise and Jack overheard many comments, but they soon tuned all that out. Jack ordered a rum and Coke to calm his nerves and was too embarrassed to object when Denise ordered one also. An elderly man at another table stared at Denise with his mouth hanging open and a thin line of drool ran down his chin. Denise found this hilarious and as she tried to restrain her laughter she spilled a few drops of her drink onto the bare top of her breast. She tried to wipe it up discreetly, but every male eye in the room was glued to her, including her father's.

"Daddy?" Denise asked.

"Yes, honey?"

"The female serum I took -- it was your own design for a perfect fantasy girl, wasn't it?" Denise asked, certain of the answer.

Jack blushed. "Y-yes," he stammered.

Denise grinned. "Good, I'm glad. I really love this body," she said as she ran her hands along the side of her chest and down to her tiny waist. Jack blushed a brighter shade of red and tried to keep his eyes on his drink.

The food service was slow so one drink led to two, then three. Finally their meal came, they ate mostly in silence, and they got out of the restaurant and headed for the nightclub.

When they stood up from the table they both realized they had a good buzz going. They joked and laughed as they walked to the club. A man made a rude comment to Denise and Jack instinctively put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Denise enjoyed the secure feeling of his arm and leaned against Jack the rest of the way to the club.

The nightclub was dark, crowded and warm. Jack was nervous again as he realized he would soon be dancing in public with his son, so he ordered a couple more drinks. The band played old ballads and a wonderfully expressive singer sang torch songs. The wooden dance floor was packing with slow-dancing couples. The drinks, the crowd and the darkness soon relaxed them; they were just another couple out having fun.

Denise began swaying to the music, then grabbed Jack's hand and dragged him onto the dance floor. They stayed to the side, in the deep shadows and out of the way of the other couples. Jack led Denise through a few basic steps, and was happy to see that she was an enthusiastic learner. They practiced and danced and Denise became more comfortable in following Jack's lead. They rested, had more drinks, and danced more.

By eleven o'clock Denise had tripped a few times and was leaning on Jack to keep from falling.

By midnight, Jack had consumed seven rum and Cokes and Denise had drunk five. Their heads swam and they laughed and clung to one another on the dance floor. Denise pressed her tits against Jack and he enjoyed the sensation.

By one o'clock Jack's arms were around Denise's tiny waist and her's were around his neck. They were silent as she rested her head on his shoulder and he nuzzled her neck. Jack happily ignored Denise as she ground her crotch against his right leg.

At two o'clock, the club closed and the couple quietly made its way to their car. The night was chilly and Denise leaned against Jack for warmth. Jack was content to have her there with his arm wrapped around her. Somehow Jack managed to drive home without being stopped by a cop. They don't say a word in the car, their minds are a swirl of booze, music, sexual tension and denial.

Jack opened the house door and followed Denise in. The door closed behind them, Denise turned and said, "Thanks, Daddy, I had a good time tonight." And she kissed him quickly on the cheek.

Jack blushed and responded, "My pleasure, honey. I'm glad we did it." Denise stared at him for a long moment then headed up the stairs to her room.

A half hour later Denise was still awake. She was laying under the silk sheets of her bed in the dark. The silk sheet and her short silk teddy excited her body and she was fantasizing about the night as she lightly stroked her cock. Her mind raced with a thousand images -- her body in the skintight dress, her father protecting her, holding her as they walked, teaching her how to dance, her arms around his neck, her nipples against his chest, her dick against his leg. She tried to tell herself that it had been a special night that was over. And whatever it was that her body was yearning for, it wasn't going to get. Not tonight. Not ever.

And with that thought, Denise slid out of bed.

Denise securely tucked her dick into a black thong, stuffed her boobs into a black lace bra and admired herself in the mirror. Her auburn hair was tousled and her nipples peered out over the lace bra. Satisfied that no man could resist her, she went to her father's bedroom.

She quietly opened the door, walked in, put something on the nightstand by the bed and whispered, "Daddy."

"Denise?"

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered, climbing onto the bed. On her knees next to her Daddy.

"Denise, no."

"Daddy, I need to know. I need to know how it is to be a woman." Denise stretched out next to him.

"No, honey, we can't."

"I can't be a woman for any man but you. Show me. Love me."

"We can't."

"Only for you," she breathed in his ear. He trembled at the heat of her. Her lace-encased tits brushed against his chest. Her leg rubbed his. "Touch me," Denise asked, "Please. You made me. I'm your perfect woman." She took her father's hand and placed it on her breast.

"Oh God." Denise leaned in and kissed him. He resisted but Denise rolled onto him and groped his perfect body with her perfect hands.

"Perfect, perfect ..." Denise mutters over and over.

He couldn't resist, as she knew he couldn't. He tentatively put his free hand on her other nipple. She moaned. "Yes." He rolled on top of her. She sucked his tongue. He kneaded her boobs. She ran her hands down his back. He kissed her neck. "I need it. I want it." she moaned. She grabbed his ass and pulled him hard against her.

"B-b-but how?" he asked while licking the nape of her neck. Denise kissed him long and hard, then slid out from under him and off the bed.

She picked up the tube of KY Jelly that she put on the nightstand earlier. "Come here," she beckoned. He slowly moved to her, starstruck by her beauty, then he quickly bent and sucked on her nipples. "Uuummmm" she moaned and her hand grabbed his cock and stroked it. He moved from tit to tit, licking and nipping at her. Her face was flushed with lust. She stroked him lightly until he was rock hard, then held his hot staff firmly in her hand. She put her free hand under his chin and lifted his face to hers. They kissed hungrily, their bodies grinding together. "Now. Please. Please, Daddy."

She put the lubricant tube in his hand then turned away from him and leaned over the low back of a heavily upholstered chair. Her belly rested on the chairback and she lowered her head to the cushioned seat. Denise's beautiful full ass was raised high before her perfect man. After a long pause, he put his big hands on the perfect globes of her buns. Her breath caught and her legs tensed involuntarily. He squeezed a blob of jelly on his cock and spread it. Then he squeezed another large dollop on his hand and warmed it by rubbing his hands together. He nudged the thong of her panties to the side and rubbed the slick stuff on her asshole. In her excitement, Denise rubbed her stiff nipples against the fabric of the chair.

"Yes, take me," she urged. He put more on his fingers and slowly tried to push one into her. Her ass clenched.

"Relax," he said, "this will be beautiful."

Denise, not believing her ears, began to softly cry. "T-t-thank you Daddy," she snuffled, "I want it so much." She relaxed a little and one finger slid in, followed by a second and a third. "W-w-wait," she stammered. She wiggled her ass, pushed it higher in the air, and spread her legs wider. "O-okay," she mummered and his fingers slid in and out again. "Oh. Yes," she said softly. Her eyes glazed over and she stared blankly straight ahead. She moved her torso, rubbing her tits hard against the chair. "Ohhhhhhh."

He removed his fingers and replaced them with his steel hard prick. She gasped. Steadily he increased the pressure against her anus. She spread her legs even farther and pushed her asshole toward him. He slid in and buried a few inches. "Uh!" she grunted. He sawed back and forth, his face contorted in a mask of restraint and passion. Slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time, he pistoned deeper and deeper into her. She was so tight that she hurt his prick, rubbed him raw. It hurt her too. She couldn't believe that it hurt. She wanted it so much, but it hurt.

She whimpered, grunted and moaned. She bucked her ass, trying to help him along, but they were not quite in synch. It was hot and lusty but also clumsy, awkward and painful. She hurried her motions, trying to get more, trying to make it end.

Then his balls banged against her and he was all the way home. He stopped, amazed and frightened by what he'd done. She froze too; then twisted so she could see with her own amazed eyes that he was all the way in. "Wow." she said.

Then she smiled, laughed and shouted, "WOW!" Jack was startled, then grinned and laughed too. They both howled, great belly laughs shaking their bodies until they were crying. As he recovered he leaned over her and caressed her back. Then he bent all the way over her and kissed her back. His hands slid under her and gripped her tits. "Ha ha. Ummm. Nice." she encouraged, still giggling lightly. He began again, smoothly sliding his cock almost all the way out of her sweet ass, then smoothly forward, a little faster. The laughing so relaxed Denise that it didn't hurt anymore. It felt wonderful -- so hard and hot inside her.

Jack's hands crushed Denise's boobs; he slammed his cock into her harder and faster. He seemed to be floating above his body in a pure state of physical pleasure. He'd never felt anything like that before. He watched his body strain, working hard, sweating over the gorgeous wench. He urged the cock on -- faster and harder. His hands pinched and pulled her nipples. He felt his climax building deep within him.

Denise wasn't having an out-of-body experience. Her mind was gone, blown away by animal instinct and lustful reflex. Her lips curled back and her eyes rolled up in their sockets. Blinding, swirling, searing pleasure radiated out from her ass and nipples, overloading her nervous system and reduced the perfect woman to a rutting animal. The sensations climbed higher and her primal instincts forced her on toward an explosion. She shook and vibrated. She slammed herself back onto him in perfect unison with his strokes.

Then Denise's mind exploded and energy shot through every fiber of her body. "AAAHHHH" she screamed as her cock spewed into her thong briefs. Her father came with her, shooting his thick seed deep into the girl he made. "UUHHH! Denise... love. I. I love you Denise!" he blurted out as he spasms more and more cum into her. And in that moment he did love Denise. He loved her in all the ways one person can love another -- as creation, lover, and soul mate.

Denise heard her Daddy's words like they are coming through a cloud. Her mind slowly regained control of her body as small after-shock orgasms rippled through her. For long minutes she basked in the afterglow of their lust, soaking in the erotic sensations. He held her, caressing her and kissing her lightly. She took his hand from her breasts, brought it to her lips and kissed it. His cock softened slowly and slipped reluctantly from her velvet ass. Denise felt empty and disappointed when it was gone from her, but she also felt Jack's love as he cradled her body and lifted her from the chair.

She turned to him, they hugged and kissed softly. It was all tenderness now after their brutal lovemaking. Their hands slid lightly over each other. They enjoyed the curves, muscles, skin and sweat of their perfect bodies.

"I love you too, Daddy," Denise said. He smiled and carried her to the bed. They spooned together, him behind her, his arm possessively draped over her breasts and his deflated cock nestled in her ass crack. They slept the sound sleep of the blessed.

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