I wasn’t sure about therapy at first… I was so nervous to dig deep into my insecurities, afraid of finding the truth and exposing the most vulnerable side of myself. But my daddy was so supportive. He came to the session with me and was like my rock. I guess this all started because I like to wear his clothes — I feel most confident in them, and I also feel close to him when I’m wearing them. He’s the best, so wearing his clothes… it just always gives me this warm feeling. As we got into my therapy session, my fears were coming true — the therapist literally wanted me to expose myself. To shed my dad’s clothing so we could admire my naked body. I was so nervous for my dad to see my boobs. What if he didn’t like them? Is it weird to worry about your step dad not being attracted to your naked body? As we delved deeper into my psyche, I began to understand. I was attracted to my daddy, and I wanted him to pleasure me. I needed to fit that massive cock I know he’s hiding in my tiny mouth. I wanted to please him better than his wife ever could. The therapist helped initiate a bit of foreplay, and it didn’t take long for the three of us to reach the point of no return…
