When I returned from the bar, I went looking for Kelly and found her on the dance floor with John. They seemed to be dancing a little too close to be ...ppropriate for a bride, so I set down the drinks and went over to them to cut in. They both hesitated for just a split second, almost as if I was intruding, but they quickly separated and I took my bride in my arms and danced the next few dances with her.Returning to our table, I mentioned to Kelly that she and John were getting very close to the. He didn't ask what the hell was I doing. He didn't stop me. He just watched, as if it was a live porn video performed in front of him, even though the two participants were the two closest people in his life.Since my dad didn't seem to care, it emboldened me even more. I admired my mom's hourglass figure and her long blonde hair as I jacked her from behind. Occasionally, my mom glanced over at my dad to see what his expression was. But there was no expression on his face, and she continued to. Her breathing changed so I pulled my hand out of her panties to let her settle back into sleep. She rolled onto her back and got still. Her big t-shirt was doing little to cover her at this point. I gently reached for her left breast and cupped it over the fabric of her shirt. I could feel the nipple, tough, but not quite erect, underneath. The shirt was loose enough that I was able to pull it up enough to get a good look at her breasts. My attempts to touch her bare breasts disturbed her. My memory was serving just as well as his, despite the alcohol I’d imbibed, and he wasn’t wrong.“Would you like out from under there any time soon?” That voice was so smug I could hear the goddamned smirk, and only my desire to get out from under the tree without a bald patch kept me from slapping it off his arrogant face.Well, that and the fact that I still wasn’t sure I could open my eyes. Aim, and all that.“Yes, please.” I wasn’t above begging when it involved serious risk to life and ....