The teen had all she could stand from her overbearing father. He refused to allow her to date at fifteen, like most of her friends. He was always ridi...uling her for the way she dressed. Her skirts and dresses were too short. Her tops and blouses were too tight or showed too much cleavage.Then one day, they got into an argument about how she was dressed. Her father told her that she looked like a slut; and even went further, saying that she looked like a little whore asking for men to fuck her.. It was so much that I had to wash it off. He gave me a nice bath taking care to wash my boobs and pussy carefully. I gave him a blowjob drank up his cum.We finally set off as it was really late. I wore his jacket and got on behind him. We had to hurry to reach back as soon as we could. And we both were pretty tired. Finally by 9: 30 we reached my grandparents home. As we were about to reach he asked me if there was any chance for a final fuck as there was still half an hour to the curfew time.. The aviary held birds of every hue…budgerigars and canaries, finches, doves and a tame Jackdaw roosted in sublime indifference. Ponds of Koi and Crucian carp with water lilies, bulrush and crocus margins embraced the place like lovers…It has become a benchmark for Eden – I hunger to mimic its perfection. Grandad (as we called him – even Grandma called him Grandad) would whistle through his teeth at the birds and they would flutter around and about him like adoring angels…we would share this. We were on our first bed and he loved me until my hair was matted and my body dripping with sweat. He went into the bathroom and came out with a lotion to use as a lubricant. I knew what he wanted.I never understood why a woman would want a man there but after the initial shock I realized two things: it felt good because my son wanted me that way, and it felt good.When he first entered me I thought of Jane, a woman I was friendly with a few years ago. She confided in me that she had let (made?).