In another setting, it would have been funny. Sheila had selected a dark charcoal skirt suit and a red silk top for me to wear. I knew I looked good, ...o confidence was easy. With my now usual three inch heels, I was at least an inch taller than Mr. Swenson. He tried very hard to stand straighter and look down on me, but physics was against him. He was also uncomfortably close, which ruined any attempt at dominance posturing. With the much taller Lars, Mr. Swenson would have known better than to. I usually didn't get to put them to bed except on weekends and sitting with them and reading their favorite stories to them until they fell asleep was to me one of life's little pleasures.I walked into the house and found all three girls sitting in front of the TV set. Mary was the first one to see me and she jumped up off the couch and ran to me. "Daddy, daddy, you're home." Normally I would have picked her up and swung her around, but with four stitches in the arm I didn't think that would be. I tried not to resist, but I knew where those lips were, and I knew where they were going to be on Monday. After a long shower I retreated to my bedroom for the night. I worked the late shift on Saturday night, and it was a good thing I wasn't needed any earlier, because I was up all night. Not only could I not get the various explicit images of my Mother out of my head even if I tried, but I didn't want to. I was still furious and disgusted by her; I didn't expect that feeling would ever fade.. As I turned around, I was stunned. There he was, stark naked with an erect dick pointing straight at me.I caught myself, released my belt, and let my pants drop. I wore no underwear that night, moved closer and put his dick between my legs.We moved in and out but there was some friction, my skin resisted his dick.Next step, I reached into my vanity case and pulled out a condom. I quickly put it on his dick and added KY-Jelly, with an extra swipe around my ass-hole.Then I turned around and.