The next morning, I strolled into the kitchen in nothing but my dad's shirt-unbuttoned, of course-and a pair of my mom's heels. I poured myself a cup of coffee, my ass swaying as I leaned against the counter. Mom was at the stove, flipping pancakes, her hair piled into a messy bun, her cheeks still flushed from last night.

I smirked, swirling my coffee before taking a sip. "So, Mom..."

Mom glanced over her shoulder, her lips curling into a knowing smile. "So, Lily."

I put my cup down, sauntering closer, my hips rolling with each step. "Why were you wearing my thong yesterday? And my bra?"

Mom's smile deepened, her hands gripping the spatula tighter. "Because it turns your father on."

I leaned against the counter, my tits pressing against the fabric of the shirt. "And my panties? He was sniffing them like a damn dog."

Mom chuckled, low and throaty. "He loves your scent. Always has."

I bit my lower lip, "Does he fuck you better when he's thinking about me?"

Mom's breath hitched, her nipples visibly hardening under her thin tank top. "Sometimes."

I stepped closer, my hand sliding up my mom's thigh, under the hem of her shorts. "Can I role-play as you? Let Dad fuck me like you."

Mom's eyes widened, her breath catching. "Lily..."

"Come on, Mom." my fingers teased the waistband of mom's shorts. "I want to know what it's like. To be you. To have Dad fuck me like he fucks you."

Mom chest heaved, her thighs pressing together. "You're serious?"

I grinned, wicked and bold. "Dead serious."

Mom exhaled sharply, her hand gripping my wrist. "Fine. But you have to do exactly as I say."

My pussy clenched at the words, my clit already throbbing again. "Yes, Mommy."

Mom led me back to her bedroom, shutting the door behind. The bed was still unmade from the night before, the sheets rumpled, the air thick with the scent of sex.

"First," mom said, her voice husky, "you wear my outfit."

My breath hitched. "What?"

Mom walked to her closet, pulling out a deep red corset and matching lace panties. "You wanted to be me? Then dress like me."

My heart raced as I slipped out of the shirt, standing completely naked in front of mom. Mom gaze raked over my body, her lips parting as she look in my full breasts, my soft stomach, the glistening lips of my pussy.

"Fuck," mom whispered, her fingers trailing down my side. "You're getting even more beautiful day by day."

I bit my lip as mom helped me into the corset, the fabric tightening around my waist, pushing my tits up, making them spill over the top. The panties were barely there, a thin strip of lace covering my mound, the fabric already soaked with my arousal.

Mom stepped back, her eyes dark with lust. "Now, get on the bed. On your hands and knees."

I obeyed, crawling onto the mattress, my ass in the air, my tits swaying beneath me. I could hear mom moving around the room, the rustle of fabric, the clink of a belt.

Then, the bed dipped behind me.

A large, warm hand landed on my ass, squeezing, kneading. "God, you're perfect," Dad's voice growled.

I moaned, my head falling forward. "Daddy..."

His fingers trailed down my slit, parting my lips, rubbing my clit in slow, teasing circles. "So wet. Did watching Mom suck my cock turn you on, baby?"

I whimpered, my hips bucking back against his touch. "Yes, Daddy. I-I wanted to touch myself so bad."

Dad chuckled darkly, his fingers sliding lower, pressing against my entrance. "You're such a naughty girl."

I gasped as he pushed two fingers inside me, stretching me, making me moan. "I-I'm sorry, Daddy."

"You will be," he murmured, pulling his fingers free before lining up his cock against my dripping cunt.

My breath hitched as he pushed inside, his thick cock stretching me, filling me completely. I cried out, my nails digging into the sheets as he began to fuck me, his hips slapping against my ass with each thrust.

"Fuck, you're tight," dad groaned, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises.

I moaned, my tits swaying with each thrust, my clit rubbing against the mattress with every movement. "Daddy, please-fuck me harder!"

Mom watched from the side of the bed, her fingers already between her own thighs, rubbing her clit in slow circles as she stroked her own nipples. "That's it, baby," she cooed. "Take his cock like a good girl."

When he finally pulled out, I collapsed onto the bed, my body trembling, my pussy still throbbing.

Dad kissed my back before standing, his cock glistening with my arousal and his cum. "Goddamn, Lily. You're even better than your mother."

Mom smirked, climbing onto the bed beside me, her fingers already trailing down her stomach. "Now, it's my turn."

I moaned, my thighs parting automatically as mom's fingers found my clit again. "Fuck, Mommy..."

Mom leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. "You wanted to know what it's like to be fucked by Dad? Now you know."

And she never wanted me to stop.