It’d been months of build up and I had spent most of the day up until that point preparing. I chuckled as I thought back to all of our moments. How ...’d just idly apologised in a game. ‘Sorry for killing you all the time, but I just can’t help but shoot such a cute face.’ And that had spurred on a conversation between us that had led up to some rather suggestive things being said. It became more suggestive and then explicit between the two of us and since then it’d been more than once that we. I gasped, not expecting this new sight, and my mother pushed her pussy into my face, urging me on. Not one for incest, I shook my head, keeping my mouth firmly closed.I reeled with shock as my father;s hand came down on my bare ass, leaving a wide red mark on my right cheek. "Do it you little bitch!" Still sick with dread and fear, I didn't yield. Expecting another spank, I gasped loudly as a finger was forced in half a second into my tight anus, a road never traveled before. Hoping to end. I thought youmight laugh at me. I love you; I was scared I'd lose you."We just sat for a while. Finally Marsha got up and opened the fridge."Sid, do you want a beer?"I nodded and she pulled out two. We sat and sipped quietly both of ussniffing and occasionally drying our eyes."Sid, I love you. You know that?" Yes." You can be a slob and cook me hotdogs. You can stay out late as long asyou're not cheating on me. Hell you can get drunk and watch porno. ButSid, Sid, you cannot hide things from me.. "Hello! Are you home?" he shouted through the door. "I need to check the gas, it's an emergency! If you're in there, can you let me know, I need to come in."I panicked and stupidly tried to run back to the bedroom to change, somehow managing to trip and fall. "Ok, I'm coming in," he called out.I froze on the floor as the door swung open, revealing my slutty outfit, the tops of my stockings and suspenders exposed under my dress. He looked down, stunned at first, not recognizing who I was. "Are.