LOGINIt seemed odd to suddenly be worried about someone who I was sure was lying to me. She looked so forlorn, sitting there, and every part of me told me that it wasn't acting. She was not the same girl that she was when I left that morning.
"Yeah," She said, shoHe didn't even know where she was and she kept my stepfather's name after the divorce so he wouldn't have known about her funeral.And if all of this were based on lies, then...no, fucking stop it. That was enough. I knew enough for one day.Then, my brain continued mercilessly, that made me a thief. No, that wasn't it. It made me a lying thieving whore who seduced her own father so she could get rich and destroy him. I don't know why I was surprised to discover this, after what I had to do in L.A. to stay off of the street. There it was. The simple truth. Finally.If only I hadn't already done what I did with him. Maybe then I could have confessed to him. But now? I imagined his face, his kind eyes looking down at me as I told him what I'
It seemed odd to suddenly be worried about someone who I was sure was lying to me. She looked so forlorn, sitting there, and every part of me told me that it wasn't acting. She was not the same girl that she was when I left that morning."Yeah," She said, showing me a real, sunny smile, "I just don't feel so well. If it's ok with you I might turn in early. Not sure I can make it to town either tomorrow. I'm...I'm really sorry."She didn't apologize like someone who couldn't make a trip. It was...I don't know what it was like. More serious, maybe?"That's fine, honey. Go rest. I'll check up on you in a bit."She nodded, stood up stiffly, and slowly made her way up the stairs. It was like all the life had gone out of her.I meant i
After a minute or two, I realized how badly I had fucked up. I got up and practically ran to the bathroom. I'm sure that confused him a lot, which probably helped me. I didn't feel bad or wrong for having had that experience with my father. That was the problem. I felt good and right. I just wanted to let him clean me up and then settle in his lap and fall asleep. I wanted him to tell me he was sorry for having been a bad father and then take me to his bed. I looked myself in the mirror, my father's cum dripping off of me. The sight both turned me on further and made me feel loved."Goddammit Gemma you stupid bitch get your head in the fucking game," I sternly told my reflection.It seemed to help. I was cold and certain inside again. It was ti
I kind of fucked it up.I got us both some wine as we were about to watch the next film (Dracula Has Risen From His Grave). I was being the good little submissive daughter stand-in. Which is pretty hilarious now that I think about it in hindsight. I handed him his glass, then set mine down. Then I decided I'd just up the ante a little. I wasn't ready to admit to myself that I'd been looking forward to this kiss. And I'd had a few glasses by then.I straddled his lap like the little slut I was and kissed him full on the mouth. Long and slow, letting my tongue dart in his mouth and my hands move through his hair. It was not the kiss of an inexperienced little girl. It was the kiss of a too-experienced girl who knew what she wanted and how to get it. And I wanted my...my daddy. I should be honest here, even if I wasn't with myself. In the course of pursuing revenge I'd also spent a lot of quality time with a man who I both desperately wanted validation from and found intensely attractive
He was pretty drunk at this point. Or I thought so anyway. I pushed."Did you guys have any kids?""No. We tried but it turned out she was infertile and by the time we were seriously considering adoption she was starting to get sick. And honestly, I don't think I'd make a good single parent."The son of a bitch dared to even say that after leaving my mom alone. I kept my shit together, barely."What about before that?""Kids before that? No. There was someone once...I could have made a life with her."I perked up."Who?""She was back in California, where I grew up. We were very young and in love. She was smart, beautiful, and never forgot a slight. Which was a problem for us since I, well..."He got serious for a moment but then burst out laughing."Well I guess was I the probably the worst boyfriend ever. She dumped my ass and I came out here to the mountains, all sad and lonely, like a country music album. It was the best thing for me, honestly, and definitely the best for her."My
I started upstairs. It seems like he left the doors open, usually being the only person around. That would give me an excuse if he caught me snooping. I found something that looked like an office. It had an unobstructed view out back to the barn so if I kept checking I should have no chance of being caught. The walls were lined with inset bookshelves, probably made by hand, that was filled by books. A lot of them looked like duplicates, which didn't make much sense, but I wasn't really interested in them, yet. There were two desks, one large and oak that looked relatively recent and one small roller top that looked like it was an antique. I started with the roller top but it mostly had correspondence in a feminine hand and a lot of bills and receipts. Could this be where his wife worked? It seemed like she shipped things all over. In any case, there was nothing of value so I moved to the other desk.I started finding items of interest right away. There was an old laptop there that was
The next room was astounding. At first he thought they had gone outside.For one, it was huge. He could see that they were in a vast space, like a hangar. The ceiling was far overhead.For another, the room had been made to look like a forest. Trees were everywhere, somehow surviving indoors. The c
He stepped over to her slowly, his erection bobbing towards her face. Jim moaned as her lips pressed against the head of his dick. She softly kissed him, her lips warm and moist. Her lips explored all over his head, kissing at the shaft and the flange. A soft pink tongue slid out and licked at him,
"Do you ever think of Tiffany when you masturbate, son?" Dad asked. This was pretty gross, verging on an incestuous conversation. But he had, he had jerked off over Tiffany heaps. Sometimes if his parents were out he had used the family photo album to jerk off, picking the best pictures of Tiffany.
It was kind of uncomfortable riding the lift with Head without any pants. The old guy had balled his trousers and Jim's jeans up and tucked them under his arm. As they silently watched the numbers tick over above the door, Jim felt his erection wane.When the lift doors opened, his jaw dropped as w









