He couldn't bring himself to leave a message.One day during lunch time she was there, standing with her loser friends, Matt thought. His friends point...d her out to him, saying that she was really fucked up now and it was all his fault."Shut up," he said to their teasing. He hoped that wasn't the case."Go talk to her," said Erik. "I thought you were friends with her. You said you were." I am. I will!" he replied testily. What the hell, he thought, going up to her and standing next to her."Uh,. 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 protection and I wasn't on the pill. Daddy shot his hot cum into my belly. I squeezed every drop from my Dad's stiff prick. It took us some minutes before we both calmed down. Dad did pull out. I felt his cream running out and leaking down my gash. We had a final kiss together. My Dad said he loved me. I didn't know what to say. I was stunned from being. My mother is also educated and works as a teacher in the same school with my father. She was the village beauty and daughter to the chief. She is around five feet eight, a size 34D cup breast and legs that seem to go on forever. At forty-four, she’s still incredibly attractive and never fails to sway heads when she goes out. Like most educated men in Nigeria, our family wasn’t a large one. There were my parents and my two sisters, Sola and Agnes who are twenty-four and twenty-one, respectively.. She lived with her mother and brother. Her mother is a bank employee and her brother is an engineering 2nd year student. Her father expired when she was 12. She asked me If I own a guitar, I felt like saying “yes, and it is dying to play with you”. I said no and I don’t know which one to buy. She said “it’s fine, I will teach you with mine for now.” We started our first lesson in the hall. We were sitting in opposite to each other. She said a few basics. Days went by and we became good.