Rebecca hummed to herself as she lit candles and scattered them around her bathroom, the warm glow reflecting off the porcelain and tiles. She turned on the faucet, testing the water temperature with her fingers until it was just right – not too hot, not too cold. With a satisfied nod, she added a few drops of her favorite bath oil, watching as the bubbles began to form.
She was just about to slip off her robe and step into the inviting tub when she heard the door creak open. Rebecca turned, her eyes narrowing as she saw her father stumble into the room, a beer bottle clutched in his hand.
"Rebecca, my dear," he slurred, leaning against the door frame. "You look absolutely stunning."
Rebecca rolled her eyes, fighting the urge to scowl. "Spare me the flattery, old man. You're drunk."
Her father chuckled, taking a swig from his bottle. "A little tipsy, perhaps. But I know what I see – and what I see is a beautiful, voluptuous woman who's going to give her father a heart attack."
Rebecca snorted, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're such a dirty old man, Dad. If you don't watch it, I'll cut off your beer supply."
Her father waved his bottle dismissively. "Ah, threats from a lovely lady like you are just music to my ears. But I must say, your assets are looking particularly... ripe tonight."
Before Rebecca could respond, her father stumbled forward, his hand accidentally brushing against her breast. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock and anger.
"Dad! What the hell are you doing?" she hissed, pushing him away.
Her father looked at her, his expression a mix of embarrassment and longing. "I'm sorry, Rebecca. I didn't mean to... I just couldn't help myself. You're so beautiful, and I've missed you so much since your mother passed away."
Rebecca felt a pang of sympathy in her heart. She knew her father was lonely, and she had been trying her best to be there for him. But this was too much.
"Dad, that's not appropriate," she said gently, trying to keep her voice steady. "You can't just... grope me like that."
Her father nodded, looking down at his feet. "You're right, Rebecca. I'm sorry. Please, forgive me."
Rebecca sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and pity. She decided to lighten the mood, hoping to diffuse the situation.
"Well, since you're being such a naughty boy, I suppose I'll have to punish you," she said, trying to sound stern.
Her father looked up at her, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "Really? What kind of punishment?"
Rebecca smirked, raising an eyebrow. "I suppose you could... suckle on my breasts as a form of apology."
Her father's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't hesitate. He stepped forward, kneeling in front of Rebecca, and began to breastfeed from her.
Rebecca felt a strange mix of emotions as her father suckled on her. She felt a sense of power and control, knowing that she was in charge of the situation. But she also felt a sense of tenderness and love, knowing that her father was lonely and missed his wife.
She decided to lean into the roleplay, playing the part of the mother and her father as the son.
"There, there, my dear," she cooed, running her fingers through his hair. "You've been such a naughty boy, but mommy forgives you. Just be a good boy and behave, okay?"
Her father nodded, looking up at her with adoring eyes. "Yes, mommy. I promise to be good."
Rebecca smiled, feeling a sense of warmth in her heart. She decided to take things to the next level, beginning to wash her father's body.
"You're such a dirty boy, getting all dirty like this," she teased, pouring water over his chest. "Let mommy clean you up properly."
Her father laughed, letting Rebecca wash him. He even let her wash his private areas, not caring about the taboo nature of the situation.
Rebecca teased him, calling him a "dirty boy" and telling him that he needed to be cleaned properly. Her father laughed, agreeing and letting her continue to wash him.
As the night wore on, Rebecca and her father continued their roleplay, with Rebecca playing the part of the mother and her father as the son. It was a strange, taboo situation – but it was also a bonding experience, a way for them to connect and heal from their grief.
And as Rebecca washed her father's body, she couldn't help but feel a sense of love and tenderness for him – a love that went beyond the taboo nature of their relationship.
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