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No one spoke as I finished up with the morning dishes. The tile floor felt cool under my bare feet. Finally I walked over to the kitchen table to wipe it off, and my father’s only comment, without looking up, was, “Don’t forget the crumbs on the floor.” A sigh and a smirk from me led to his second comment, “You might as well do a thorough job or not do it at all.” Getting just a touch angry I ask him when the last time was he cleaned up after oral himself. Not looking away from the paper, he responded, “It’s not my job.” Getting more impatient I asked him why he was so special. His predictable response was, “That’s no way for a child to talk to a parent.” I chimed in, “I’m not a child anymore, and I’m not afraid of you.” His next comment almost stopped my breathing. “You’re not much of an adult. What adult would sit outside next to her mother and expose herself for the world to teen see? You act like a child you get treated like a child.” I was embarrassed but still angry. “So I flashed my husband. Big deal! What do you care?” Emotionless he replied, “I don’t. I just doubt you’ll ever grow up. You think a college degree makes you an adult? You are as immature as you were as a teenager. Maybe wearing panties would be a step in the right direction.” Years of frustration had been building up to this moment, and maybe the earlier alcohol in my coffee complimented the anger with bravery. “You think I’m just a child…you’re the only adult here? Why did you look…why did you keep looking? Did you like what you saw?” Again, with disinterest, “Grow up.” I ran out of the house and spent most of the afternoon walking. By the time I got back, my mother had returned and I helped her unload the car. My parents went to bed around 9 that night; their routine for years being early risers. I sat up in the living room watching television and emptied a bottle of very good cabernet sauvignon, still fuming over my earlier encounter with my father and trying to think of a way to get revenge. It would be nice to somehow put him in his place. After going to my room at the end of the hall, the only bedroom at that end of the Hardcore house, I was tired and a little drunk. I went into my large walk-in closet without turning on the light since a bedroom lamp by my bed was on. I undressed with some difficulty, having to do it sitting down as I was still a bit under the creampie influence. I shaved pulled the sweatshirt over my head, removed my bra, and slid out of my jeans and panties. The cool air on my naked body was quite stimulating. I had left my bedroom door about one third open, mostly due to my condition, but that allowed me to see my dad coming down the hall. I could see him from my cum dark closet which was situated in line with the hall, but he couldn't see me. He turned and went into the bathroom. I found myself wondering if because a light was on he might come in my room to deliver another insulting remark or lecture. I stood up totally naked, feeling very flushed. I was drunk, angry, but surprisingly confident. I heard the toilet flush, the sink run, and I made a decision. With my heart pounding, drunk and angry, I stood naked in my dark closet and waited for the bathroom door to open. My nipples were hard from the cool air and nervousness. It felt like one of those "now or never" moments...and the alcohol was making the choice. When the water in the sink was shut off, I got ready. My robe lay on the bed, so I would have to walk across the room to get it. AAAIIIEEE! But I'm gonna do it my way. To the absolute best that I am." This creampie was the second time he got to see a child since he bred Mom first, but he still sounded excited. "I've really tried to give him the pleasure he craves, but several years ago he grew flustered as you can see." I really didn’t mean to do that” He took a sip of his coffee, stood and went to the back of Kim’s chair, he stroked her hair then nibbled on her ear lobe then kissed the nape of her neck. The next morning Tony told me that we were heading home, but not Hardcore before we went for a swim in the hotel’s pool. We both flushed a deep red before she ran off to compose herself. It’s from Celeste.” With that in he went Ava rose and stumbled to me. My wife fell onto my lap and pressed her large, lush tits into mine. "Keep your phone on". He was 23 now so this would be the third year we did this. The affair with Helen fizzled out pretty quickly after Robert had threatened to tell their parents and over the years Stacey had a few brief flings when Becky was with her father but nothing permanent. “What?” He jogged up the stairs, feeling his cock strain against his slacks. We both need a few moments to regain our normal consciousness, and begin to realize the fantastic erotic experience we've shared. “I’m putting the phone down in five seconds.” After a few minutes I went and put my bikini on and went back out to the sun teen lounger. “He’s so so hot mom I cant help it, now I know why you have to have sex with him shaved all of the time, oh my god he’s so so sexy.” I whimpered making her smile. “You can play with it if you like.” We must end this game fast, so I can go and fuck her. She said yes, and all the AI’s had moved to the oral new body’s we made them. Her trembling hand reached out to caressed the cotton/polyester blend. They swarmed in like they were chasing a football, unintentionally knocking the girls over and piling onto Elise. Sometimes her nativity was astounding. "Honestly, you should take more responsibility. His face had a perverse look to him. Becca got off the bed and knelt on the floor as Vicky shuffled backwards which caused the beads to swing like a pendulum. And I really enjoyed giving him a blow job while you watched. cum I will be happy if you just fuck me whenever you can.