A bit of a freak, even. Maybe I am being a bit melodramatic, but listen to my story and you tell me if you can pick out the pivotal event that started...my decline from nice guy to asshole.A scream rent the air of the locker room, silencing the chatter and joking around that had kept the room at a dull roar since the coach sent us in near the end of the period.From the showers, a streak of black hair and a flash of tanned buttcheeks wrapped in a jock strap told us that Mike had escalated once. Daddy just did me for the first time this morning." He's good at it, isn't he?" Yeah." Yeah. Why don't you lick me. I want to see that pretty mouth covered in my cream." I bent my head down and took my tongue across her slit."You suck your Daddy's cock yet?"I nodded and Daddy spoke, "she's good at it too. Just like her Momma."Mom smiled and nodded, "suck it, baby, suck my clit. Mmmmm..there you go. Be a little slut for your Daddy and me. You like my pussy?"I lifted my head, "yes Momma. I like. Do you agree?? She gulped. ?Yes, sir.? ?Good. Now, how many strokes of the paddle do you think you deserve?? She squeezed her eyes shut to concentrate. Pick a number too low, she was sure, and her punishment would be made worse. Pick a number too high, and she would be asking for needless pain. Those first three pops alone had hurt more than the earlier two spankings. Oh, why couldn’t she have just done what she had been told? Why did she always have to resist? Was. . Sorry dad, I just..." gulping she continued never tearing her eyes from my throbbing manhood.I like having her call me dad, though in truth my thoughts and feelings for her were way less then paternal."Storms scare me and Jessie won't wake up so I came in here. I am not sure why, but... I'm sorry." The last was said with a pout. Her lip extended and quivering, I thought she might cry.Opening my arms, palms up, in a gesture of "What the hell can I do", I was hid hard by a skinny, red headed.