“Um, is there anyone else home?” Emma asked. Mike answered without looking at her.“No, my parents went out to dinner, then were headed to a movi... for their ‘Date Night.’ They won’t be back until late.” He sat down on a love seat in the living room without inviting Emma to sit.“So,” he continued. “What did you need to come over here for?” He wore a scowl on his face.Emma swallowed hard.“Mike, I can’t tell you how sorry I am and how much I want to make things up to you-”“So you said. Prove it,”. . your wicked tongue!”I chuckled, but then began using my ‘super tongue’ to lick the entire area from her A-spot to her G-spot, using more and more pressure as I began getting better control of my modified appendage. Joni was now squealing breathlessly and invoking various deities, nearly delirious with my oral ministrations, but she never asked me to stop, either.I felt Mary giggle a sing-songy, “You’rrre cheaaa ting! I wish I could feel that.”“Wanna skitch a ride?” I flashed.“Hell yeah! Shall. That she never wanted to have sex and that this next weekend was supposed to be the right time to do it according to her cycle but he had to work."Yeah that sucks " I say and we talk about something else. So that next weekend was just around the corner and my phone rings at work.Its her!My dick started to get hard immediately.She was asking what everyone was doing this weekend cause Joe had to work again.I told her I didn't know but would call her.We all decided to go ride 4wheelers.I call Joe. They are unnatural to us, unhealthy in any family, and I had sense enough to realize my father was unhappy withholding the truth from his wife. I thought I detected some guilt in him, pangs of conscience which only endeared the man to me all the more.Our mother handled herself somewhat better, but she'd been dreaming of being my slave, while my father had merely dreamed of fucking me. Mom was burdened with guilt less than she was saddled with desire. She didn't shower me with attention, but Mom.