Now she has been fucked by my father and is also controlled by my mum. So far neither my mum nor my dad has not done anything with me, but I am not be...ting against it. We could become a right incestuous and sexually intertwined group.When we get home this evening and I get Charlie to myself. It will be interesting to see how he really feels about these developments. I am really happy about the way things have turned out. It might not be what most people would call normal but I am not really. "Dad!" You screamed, as you tried to propel your body towards the laptop, but I held you fast by your hair while squeezing your body tightly next to mine with my arm. I was 42, but I was in great shape; strong and agile. You weren't going anywhere. "Stop the video, Dad!" On the screen, you pulled the hem of the nightgown up and over your head, you were naked beneath. You spread your knees so wide as you knelt until they were perpendicular to your body. And my God, your body was perfect, petite. "Been jerking-off too much at work again? Not enough left for me? A real man wouldn't leave me all hot and frustrated. Maybe I should see if Boris is doing anything. I know he has wanted to fuck me since the first time you brought him over. Maybe tonight's the night I let him do it. I think he'll be able to get it up for me."Bringing up Boris was her version of the Nuclear Option. We'd traded fantasies one night and I had unwisely told her that one of my nastier ones was about her doing it with. He was positioned opposite us next to Terry, with a ginger-haired long-faced Doctor of Divinity on her other side.The other participants, Charles as co-host, the good Doctor’s horse-faced wife, a buck-toothed microbiologist and his man-friend, Manuel, who seemed to be a house husband, completed the tableau extraordinaire.I thought about rewinding at that point, especially when Clinton, from Yale, who was about 40 to 45 years old and tall, dark but greying at the temples, thin with a world-weary.