I was lying on my back, with Mom bouncing on my cock while Sue got a mustache ride. Things were going quite swimmingly when suddenly my bedframe colla...sed in a loud cracking crash. The three of us tumbled to the floor, thankfully uninjured, but with our enthusiasm destroyed, as we surveyed the damage. Mom simply commented that we would have to go out that weekend and buy a new bed.I got to thinking about it. I was sleeping (or had been sleeping) in a twin bed. The largest size bed we could fit. " Why? We have the house to ourselves." But what if..." Ssshhh, don't spoil it."She threw her head back, closed her eyes and waited. "Well?" she said after a moment."Well, what?"She opened her eyes. "Aren't you going to undress me?"He snickered. "Is that what Chuck does?"She blushed, turning her head to avert her eyes. "You must think I'm such a baby."She took a deep breath, thrusting her tits out. He took her chin in his hand and kissed her lips while he caressed her boobs."You'll learn," he. He then switches off the lights and leaves me in the darkness. I cry and slump on the floor. I hate myself for making my father detests and loathes me. It disgusts me that I have made my own father hates to even touch me or look at me. I blame myself and nobody else for the grave horrible mistake that I have made. I simply sit on the floor and cry for God knows how long. I feel awful. I wipe the tears from my face and slowly stand up. I feel so miserable. I take my time as I walk up the stairs. I realized that Janice’s invitation to join them for Thanksgiving dinner was a pretty big deal. I felt bad for having turned her down and essentially told Marcia just that. She seemed pleased that I felt bad for missing out. I also wondered if Kayla’s advice was right and that I should have gone. Kayla was usually right. Too late now but I tried to figure a way to get to know Janice better and see what might come of it.I knew I needed to do something about the women in my life. I only had two.