I had known Jim for a long time, 7th grade I think. We had never really gotten along. He was more of a jock type while I had always been a regular guy... Regular guy? It almost made me laugh. Here I was kneeling on the floor with my face covered in cum, my fingers still in my mouth licking off the cum from this man that had just used me, and my own cock dripping cum that no touch, only sucking cock had caused to erupt.I felt the shame overwhelm me. A minute ago I hadn't cared who knew I was. We could have gotten together before now." Just suck the fucking thing, cockteaser!" he replied, glaring down at her.Vickie leaned toward the looming cock and gave it a fast lick just below the head. Then her full lips sucked in, and his cock head was just inside her mouth. His prick throbbed hotly, laying on her velvet tongue. Her cheeks hollowed, then ballooned as she began to suck his prick."Yeah! Ohhh, yeah!" he groaned, staring at her dazedly. "Suck that cock! Suck that hot throbbing. Did he seriously mean that she herself was going to have to take her own son in hand and relieve him? The doctor hadn’t actually said so, but what else could he mean? She considered the possibility of getting someone else in to do it, but who? Jason didn’t have a regular girlfriend at the moment, and anyway she shouldn’t be encouraging that sort of thing in the home, and how would she explain what needed to be done to whoever it was she chose to help out without suffering embarrassment and. “What do you want from me? What did I do? What did I do wrong, Daddy?” Her next words tore a ragged, gaping hole in my very soul. “What did I do to make you hate me?” she cried.My heart crumbled to dust. I wanted to collapse.“W-what? Hate you? Never, honey, never!”I put my arms around her and pulled her to me. I hugged my daughter hard, feeling her body tremble, her tears soaking my shirt. “Yes you do, you hate me,” she sobbed into my chest. “No, sweetheart, no, I don’t hate you, I could never.