(Originally from writing.com)
Before I knew it two hours had passed. Did I really just sit there and watch two hours of a dopey soap opera? The really weird thing was that I found myself in a position I often saw my mom in when she watched soaps. I had slipped off my pumps and had them next to the recliner I was in. The recliner was all the way back and I had one leg crossed over the other, and I was stretched all the way out.
Just when I lowered the recliner I heard a car door slam in the garage. "Oh shit" I said out loud who is that, but I already knew it was my husband or former dad. He often talked about his "nooners" with mom. He would sneak away from the office and come home and have sex with mom.
Oh crap, I tried to head upstairs but it was too late. The garage door opened to the front room and as I was passing by my father just walked in. "Hey sexy you ready for some fun?" Before I could respond my dad ....uh husband had his mouth on mine. He plunged his tongue inside my mouth and I almost gagged.
He then moved his hand down my jeans and placed his hand on my penis. Immediately it sprang to life and my dad proceeded to give me a hand job. I was caught between emotions, one the one hand I was disgusted on the other I was highly arouse. The combination of my husband’s hand and the nylon feel of my panties was almost too much to bear,
When he finally released me from his embrace and said, “Are you ready to go upstairs?" All I could manage to say was "Yes"
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Tue Jun 20 10:32:01 2017