In control, even now, as he challenged, pushed. ‘You’ll feel differently soon, but by then it’ll be too late.’ He told her, clipping his words... jaw clenched. His eyes smoldered, a narrow brown band of iris encircling his dilated pupils. Nostrils quivering. Joyce matched his stare, cold blue and unwavering. In command. Greg broke, looked away, ran his hands through his loose dark curls, further disheveling them. Almost endearing, Joyce thought, as he sighed, deflating, letting go of his anger.. It was certainly great fun for him. When he finally pushed his plate away and she had cleared the dishes from the table, Karl pushed his chair back a little and eyed her.She waited silent and naked for his next command. He ordered her to her hands and knees. Then he had her crawl around the kitchen for him. He was delighted and finally he told her to crawl under the table.She knew what he wanted, so she went right for it. His young cock was tented within his shorts.Kristen freed it and stroked. The gas did something that fixed it, I guess.”“Oh, cool, dad,” I said, off- balanced.My mom gave him a hug and even kissed him on the cheek. It was surreal.More than a little weirded out, I headed up to my room. The moment I entered and my gaze fell on my rumpled bed, I had flashes of fucking Mom on it. Just pounding her from behind doggy style while dad knelt on the ground and begged me like a pathetic cuckold. I shook my head, wondering if I was going to be beset by these memories forever.I. I’m silent for a minute or two. “I guess we’ll have to thank Carl and Taylor for whatever good attitude I’ve developed. And years of watching porn. It might not have been the best relationship lesson, but it gave me some technical skills worth practicing.”I’m a little embarrassed. Sure, I like sex. I love it. I love everything about it. I want to be good at it. I enjoy learning about it. I like the people I’m practicing it with. But I’ve always thought of my partners as being better.