For me it was the first, soundly sl**ping next to my wife. Out of the fog of sl**p I began to make out the thumping bass of music being played somewhe...e near my house. Seeing as I was now somewhat awake, I went to investigate. We live in a pretty middle-class neighborhood in Florida. The homes are nice and the schools are good. This kind of music was rarely heard in the area, and certainly not at 2:37am. I went to the room in our house closest to our backyard and looked out the window. I. The following week I popped in one afternoon after work and she was home alone. I felt a bit embarrassed at first but sat down on the settee as she brought in a cup of tea. She placed the cup down and knelt in front of me…”so where are my knickers?” she demanded. I thought I may as well push my luck and undid my jeans and pulled my boxers down a bit. I had them rapped around my cock and balls, covered in spunk stains. I had been like that all day at work and my balls were swollen and bluish. I didn’t do what I think I did. I couldn’t have. Could I? It’s hazy but I think I remember having sex last night. I’m almost sure of it. I can’t believe I lost my virginity to my Dad. But with who? I remember coming home early last night. How is that possible? I remember seeing the clock on the microwave as I walked by the kitchen. It was 10:36 PM. Not late at all. I’m pretty sure I had sex after that but that only leaves one possibility. Dad was in the living room when I came home. He was. I liked what we did. I've been thinking about you being bad again, and what I'm going to do to punish you when you are." No, Larry, please, no. I feel too guilty about what I already did with you. Any more, and I couldn't face your mama and papa again. Even today, it was trying for me. I kept waiting for one of them to bring it up, or to tell me that they had notified the police. That isn't how I choose to live my life. Can we not just agree to end it now? More would just make it more difficult.