" I don't necessarily disagree, Mom. But I trust my instincts. I trust my feelings. I'd trust Sophie with my life at this point. I guess I'm just aski...g you to trust me." I do, Warren."Warren smiled. "You always have. In fact, you've always given me a remarkable degree of freedom to make my own choices; freedom that most kids my age didn't get. And have I disappointed you much?"Peg smiled. "Pretty much never. And, trust me, I am not disappointed with you, now. Concerned, but not. Carefully she climbed into my lap, and kissed me again. Nose to nose, she said, "I fucked up, and I know it. That was rude, and embarrassing to you. And while I apparently get off on being a bit embarrassed, I never want to embarrass you." I nodded fractionally. She continued, "So I feel fucking terrible about it, and I want you to punish me for it. Sir."Admittedly, the thought had crossed my mind while we were having coffee, but I wasn't going to mention it in front of Kay. I felt some things,. It was Etta. She was dressed in a flower print sundress. Etta explained that Gene was taking her out to dinner and that she had talked to Tina about being a little nicer to me (Fat chance-oh yeah and by the way … thanks for the further emasculation bitch.).“Don’t’ worry boy. She ain’t gonna do nothing to you while I’m out okay?”Her tone wasn’t reassuring and neither was the bullshit expression on her face. It reminded me of this stupid ass white guy I’d seen on television one time. He was in. I couldn't let on. I wanted my Daddy to fuck me hard.That is what happened. Dad drove his dick into my crazed pussy over and over. I was having one orgasm after another. Dad did lower his face and he found my hard nipples. He chewed on each one. I had to bring a hand to my mouth to stop screaming. I have no idea how long we did it there in the dark. I felt my Dad's body tense up. He pushed in hard one final time and he sprayed me with his cum.I nearly did cry out. My Dad wasn't wearing any.