I looked over my bed to find that my Mystery man was my Son.Damm How drunk was I? cant remember coming home and I justed let my son fuck me (which tur...ed out to be a pretty good fuck)SHIT,SHIT.SHIT in my mind.My son looked like a scared rabbit.He said Mom I'm very sorry,i dont know what came over me please dont call the cops,I promise i will never touch you again.Please dont call the police.Please forgive me,please dont hate me.(The slut side of me was thinking hate you,hell you just gave me. Jane started being careless. It seemed like once a day I was accidentally seeing some bare tit, or she would bed over and give me a beaver shot. I told my wife she should have a talk with Jane, but she laughed and said that Jane just needed to get used to being around us just like I had to adjust to having Jane around.Then came the fateful day that my wife's company sent her out of town for a three day seminar. The morning after she left I got up and went down to fix my morning coffee. Jane was. Sheturned her gaze forward and sighed, wondering how worried her parents wereat that moment. Serves Dad right! the girl thought. If hehadn't been such an asshole, none of this would have happened. Tryingto remain calm, she focused on simply breathing. She only snapped fromher self-imposed trance when the passenger door swung open beside her. "Get out!" Hank ordered. He waited as the girl obeyed, and thenclosed the door. "Little sister's in the trunk, so don't get any stupidideas about taking. “I want to watch how much you enjoy it,” he said thickly. “Now get it up you, girl. I know you’re aching to!” Thus Melissa was forced to look into the grinning, piggish face... see the obscenely-leering, slobbering mouth... while she gripped the root and guided the knob to her sex lips. A momentary pause... then she sank slowly down. A moaning sigh came from Havers. “Lovely...” he said. “Oh you little beauty! You love it too, eh?” “Y-Yes... S-Sir...” nodded Melissa, once more enduring the vile.