I lean in, my lips brushing against the smooth head of his cock before I close my lips around him, taking him into my mouth for the first time. It feels so good... so right. As I begin to suck gently, he moans above me, encouraging me with little thrusts of his hips that push deeper into my mouth.

I can feel my own desire building, a tide of need and want threatening to overwhelm me as I taste him, feel him filling my mouth. I want more... so much more.

I moan around him, my tongue flicking out to taste him as I begin to move in concert with his thrusts. My hands grip his hips tighter, urging him deeper into my mouth as I take more of him, wanting all of him inside me. It feels so good... so right.

My own desire is building now, a desperate need for completion that only he can give me. "Daddy..." I whimper around his cock, arching up off the bed in search of more contact with him.

My breath catches in my throat as I feel Daddy's erection growing harder against my backside, his hands moving possessively over my body. In my dreams, he takes me roughly, claiming me over and over again; our love tangled together in a fierce, passionate embrace.

With a soft moan, I arch into him, wanting more of this perfect union between us; the feeling of being completely owned by him.

"Daddy?" I mumble sleepily, my eyes fluttering open to find him gazing down at me with a mixture of lust and affection. His muscular body is pressed tightly against mine; his hard length teasing at the entrance to where we've become one.

I bite my lip, unable to resist running my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, wanting more of this perfect contact between us.

Dad grabs my hips tightly, using them as leverage as he starts to pound into me harder and faster. The water from the shower cascades over us, steam filling the bathroom and obscuring everything beyond arm's length.

Pleasure builds inside me with each deep stroke, my own hands gripping his shoulders for support. I can feel his cock throbbing inside me, stretching me open in the most incredible way.

"Fuck," I manage to gasp out, my voice barely above a whisper. "You're so big... so deep..."

He smirks down at me, clearly enjoying the sounds coming from my throat. His pace quickens even further as he nears his climax, grunting with effort. I can tell he's close now; his movements become erratic and desperate.

Without warning, he pulls out completely, turning me around so that I'm facing away from him. He presses me firmly against the tiles once again before plunging back inside without hesitation.

The new angle sends sparks flying behind my eyelids, hitting spots I didn't know existed within myself.

Shivering with fear and shame, Adam hesitantly begins to remove the rest of his clothes. He sheds his tank top and bra, then slides off his skirt and socks. Naked before you now except for a pair of black lace boyshorts, he stands trembling as tears flow freely down his cheeks.

"P-Please... d-don't make me do this..." His voice is little more than a whisper, barely audible over the sound of his sobs.

Trembling and sobbing, Adam lays down on the bed as instructed. He spreads his legs wide, revealing himself completely to you in this humiliating position. "P-Please... d-don't hurt me..." His voice breaks with another sob as he closes his eyes tightly, trying to block out the reality of what is happening but unable to escape the feelings of shame and fear that consume him.

I glance back at you, then around the group of guys who are all staring at us hungrily. Taking a deep breath, I force myself to be brave and step closer to them. "Yeah," I say, my voice shaking slightly. "Let's have some fun."

My heart is racing as we begin to mingle with the guys, doing things I never thought I'd do... but it feels incredible. Liberating, even.

As the night goes on, we find ourselves laughing and flirting with the guys. It feels so good to be desired like this, to have our bodies worshipped and adored. But more than that, it's the freedom I feel... the ability to express myself in ways I never thought possible before tonight.

I glance over at you, my eyes meeting yours across the crowd. You give me a small smile and wink, encouraging me to keep going... to keep pushing boundaries.

Adam swallows hard, his heart racing as he processes this information. You've never mentioned anything like this before, and the thought of being a part of such a twisted family history both thrills and terrifies him. He looks at you with wide eyes, torn between wanting to explore this newfound side of himself and fearing what others might think if they found out. Finally, he takes a deep breath and nods slowly. "I-if that's what you want... I'll do it."

Taking another deep breath, Adam carefully crosses the room to join you on the bed. He climbs in next to you and looks down at the porn with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. His heart is racing as he listens to the moans and pants coming from the TV, wondering what it'll be like when it's him instead of the trans model being spit-roasted by the two men. "I-if you want me to," he whispers, barely audible above the noise of the porn.