Recap: (Daddy hushed me and told me to shut up; the men would like them. I know I'll feel uncomfortably exposed in those clothes. I told my dad that, and he replied that he didn't care if a whore felt uncomfortable. Sometimes he says stuff that hurts. But strangely, this excites me as well.)
Every fiber of decency I was ever taught told me I should run. Decent women do not sleep with their fathers or have sex with them. I am way beyond that. I crossed that bridge and enjoyed the fruits of Sodom and Gomorrah.
There is no turning back. I don't like everything that we do or every demand my father has. I know that he will never hurt me. I know I love him, and everything we have done together, including the things I did not like or agree with at first, has brought me some level of satisfaction.
When we left the last clothing store, Daddy told me to go into the restroom of the mall and put on the very short, almost translucent red dress he bought me. I told him the bottom of the diaper would be exposed, and he nonchalantly replied, "So take it off then."
I replied, "But daddy, my bare ass will be exposed."
He then said, "Your choice."
He wasn't going to be dissuaded, so I took the dress and a bag into the restroom and started changing into them. The toilet booths did not have privacy doors. This was an older mall, and a lot of girls had damaged the doors, which were removed.
I stripped off my modest cotton dress and diaper. I was naked when another woman walked in and spotted me removing the diaper. She laughed and called me a slut. I felt the heat of shameful embarrassment creep into my face as I hurried to remove the tags from the scanty dress and put it on to cover as much nakedness as it would.
I looked into the mirror, and the woman who belittled me said, "If you move too fast or bend over, the world will see that whore's cunt."
I again felt the shameful heat of embarrassment as I looked into the only mirror in the room that wasn't broken. There I was, in a red dress that did very little to cover my near-nakedness. I raised my arms and could see the bottom swell of my vaginal cleft.
Certainly, my lower ass cheeks were on full display. I stuffed the cotton dress and diaper into the bag and slowly opened the restroom door, looking out to see how many people were lingering in the area.
There were about a half dozen people, including my father, who stood there patiently as I slowly exited the restroom and said, "Can we go now, daddy?"
Daddy replied, "Certainly," as he turned and walked towards the concourse.
I hurried to catch up to him, mindful of my extremely short dress. "Daddy, why didn't we just go out the side exit?"
"Because I want to exit closer to our car," he replied.
As we were exiting the mall after the embarrassing walk of shame, one guy in the group behind us slipped his hand under my dress and touched my naked ass. I swatted at the hand and felt the back of my dress lift.
The group whistled and made derogatory remarks. I turned beet red and picked up the pace to get to our car ahead of my father, who was enjoying my humiliation and debasement.
When Daddy arrived at the car, he opened the trunk and placed the bags inside, while I stood beside it holding my dress down. I was pulling the hem as if to attempt to lower it, which caused my small boobs to almost push out of the low-cut bodice of it.
I realized that either I would risk exposing my ass and pussy or my small tits. It's quite a quandary for a young woman who was brought up to have a respectable amount of dignity. Daddy then unlocked the car, and I scrambled in quickly, not realizing I had opened my legs, giving the world a flash of my naked twat.
Once I closed the door and buckled the seat belt, I felt the heat and moistness of my pussy. I thought, "Why did these actions get me so hot?" I looked down and saw that the hem of the dress barely covered my mound when I sat upright in the seat. But it was enough to cover me.
Daddy got in and looked over at me. He then said, "Why are you sitting so upright?"
I said, "Because I can cover myself better."
He then said, "Sit back, slouching, as you always have, and keep your whoring slut legs apart like you typically do."
Without looking up at him, I slouched down and spread my legs as I muttered, "Yes, daddy."
I felt so cheap and exposed. I felt shame and embarrassment. I blurted out, "What would Mom have said?"
"Your mother did exactly as I told her to, and she never complained," he replied.
What? The words shocked me. My mom? I never suspected anything was amiss. Like a mother, like a daughter? A million thoughts, questions, and images flashed through my mind, making me hornier than hell.
I slowly placed my hand over my mound as if to cover my exposed sex.
Daddy said, "Go ahead, finger your slut cunt."
Fuck! He didn't miss a thing. I threw modesty to the wind and shoved my fingers into my hot horny slut twat and began masturbating myself on the way home.
Daddy pulled off the road into a small wooded area and got out of the car. I had no clue what he was doing until he opened my door, unbuckled my seatbelt, and dragged me outside. The cool air hit my moist twat causing me a quick thrill.
