On one hand the argument encouraged Joe, on the other hand it did not as he had not seen his mother realize before this time that his complaints about...school were founded on very real harassment at the very least and bullying whenever the teachers had their backs turned. When his mother said, "Joe, I want you to come with me today," he groaned inwardly. A long and boring car trip and then running around the city with his mother didn't seem any better than being ignored by the locals. Indeed. I managed to ejaculate and everything but for the most part of the experience, I was imagining that I was fucking a guy. That's when the thought occurred to me that I must be gay. I had to be.I went the next three years without one bit of sex. I was getting quite a few advances from girls but kept saying 'I'm seeing somebody' to try and get out of it. Plus, being a closet homosexual didn't grant you any action at all. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy every single minute of being a closet. ..”Her Daddy always gave her what she wanted, and when he did it was so very good for her. Tasting her honeyed juices on her Father’s lips was better than the icing on the cake. Feeling his body enter her was better than all her birthday’s put together. She knew great joy many times that night.After their first coupling, when she went out-of-her-mind with pleasure, they were resting and holding each other.“Daddy?” she asked, looking him in the eye. “Am I a bad girl?”“My dear, why would you ask. Your ass is mine, you fucking whore. Not hers, and not anyone else’s either. Mine.” With her latex prick jammed deep inside me, she reached down and took my aching cock in her hand. That was enough to set me off. I spurted jet after jet of hot jizz all over my stomach. She pulled her tool from my ass. “I told you not to come,” she said firmly. “Now we’ll have to clean this up.” She gathered my cum in her hand, leaned in and wiped it all over my face, making sure that a most of my hot, salty.