He-Man came in a bit later sporting a sort of Princess Leia meets Blondie Bumstead coiffure. The newscaster look hadn’t worked for him apparently, b...t I failed to see why he’d think this was an improvement either. He hadn’t been drinking yet, as far as I could tell, but I didn’t want a repeat of the previous week. So I ignored him, went back to smashing Bon Jovi tapes (I still had a few crates to go) and hoped he would go away. I had been smashing the tapes, and watching the wide-screen. A small yelp from me. "Hurting?" he asked as he stopped."Yes." He pulled his cock out."Let me have you on the bed so it's not so tricky."We got out of the bath and dumped all the towels on the bed. "On all fours and hold your ass cheeks open so I can see your delicious asshole. Bad angle just before. I AM going to fuck your ass though." He lubed my ass and his finger pushing it into my asshole. I liked the feeling. One finger was deeper in my ass. Another was introduced. Slippery lubed fingers. Usually for meals her mother sat on my left, she was directly opposite me and her brother, Ashutosh on the right. She would find every opportunity to brush her hands with mine while passing the dishes or would inadvertently kick my feet below the table and then glance at me to see how I reacted. I of course loved it all but did not show any reaction…for the first few days. Soon I was like a part of the family and would come and go as I please.One day during dinner, Indu touched my slippered. “Okay, baby?” he asked as he leaned over and began kissing my neck, not moving so I could get used to his size.“Christ, Dad, how fucking big are you?” I asked and he laughed softly, his breath blowing hot onto my neck.“About ten inches,” he replied before kissing my neck again. “Ready?”“Hell, no,” I said, and he laughed again. Then he began moving, pulling back a few inches, then slowly pressing back in. Each downstroke pushed me deep into Mom, making Mom moan and me grunt. I never knew I could.