Brian and I would have no choice but to enter the fray.”“An ally,” Jake cried. “My, but it does feel good to see a resurgence of the menfolk. ...efore you know it, proper order will be restored.”“Order? What do you mean, order?” Jan asked.“An order founded on the only sensible principle of governance,” he said.“And what might that be?” Kara asked.“Might makes right, of course,” Jake said. “That’s how the universe was meant to be run.”“As if we would be so foolish to fight with physical force,”. She was on the edge of the bed while my father was standing and fucking her. While my mom saw me peaking and was worried that my father wouldn’t see me. After a few strokes, he was finished, and the same story goes again with my mom unsatisfied. This makes me so sad that this is my father.Pleasure isn’t just in roughly fucking. It is the whole package from kissing, sucking to fingering and then fucking. I went to my room and masturbated by remembering today’s deed. It wasn’t a bad day, though.. I could tell he was having a good dream, because his massive gift stood in defiance of the morning. I admired the sight, fondly recounting the night before. I’d been raped; horrifically, violently violated, and I’d loved it. There was no lingering mental trauma, nor even an ounce of regret in me. There was only a small touch of shame that I’d so easily thrown my pride to the wind; I should’ve made him work harder for it. Oh, what pleasures Brock had forced into me with this very tool, and it. My mother was laying on her back passed out. I shook her gently to see if she would wake up but she didn't stir. Shaking her again, very hard, all I got from her was a slightly annoyed groan. She never moved or opened her eyes, she was dead to the world.The skirt of moms dress had hitched up almost to her waist and I could see the crotch of her panties. Seeing her like that made all the memories and desires of my c***dhood came rushing back. I could feel my cock getting painfully hard inside my.