T Is for Teresa

"Well - er Teresa. You really do look stunning, you know, I suppose I should ask. Your mother is going to want to know. Is there a - er - boyfriend? You know? Someone I should know about?"

At that, I slid towards him and put my arms around his shoulders, it was only natural for him to put his left hand around my waist.

"No, Dad, there isn't. There's only one man in my life at the moment."

As I slowly moved my mouth towards his right ear, he allowed his hand to drop slightly towards my exposed hip. Just as his finger touched the soft, smooth skin in the gap above my sheer black stockings, the swelling in his groin reappeared.

I whispered in his ear.

"Dad, I'm very grateful for what you've been doing in the house the past few days. I really ought to thank you. So I want you to know that I'd do anything for you. Anything."

"Oh hell. Look. Teresa. I mean, you do look so much like a woman. A really sexy woman, but ...."

I needed to shut him up. I gave him a brief, gentle, tender kiss at the corner of his mouth, and leaned back, pushing my big 'boobs' outwards and revealing a positively indecent amount of cleavage.

"Well, Dad. If it makes you feel any better.... " I said, "....since I haven't got a boyfriend, why don't we agree that you will be my boyfriend tonight. Not 'Dad', or even 'Daddy.' My boyfriend. How about it, it might be fun? To have dinner with your 'girlfriend'? I won't tell Mum if you don't!"

Dad laughed nervously at the joke but he really had to agree, though I'm pretty sure he didn't know exactly what he was agreeing to. I continued the teasing, steadily but not in a major way, all through dinner. We were sat on opposite sides of my small dining table and he was clearly uncomfortable with his transvestite son basically flirting with him, touching his hand with my long-scarlet-nailed fingers as I passed things to him, sliding a little sideways in my chair to cross my legs and reveal my stocking tops, that sort of thing.