“Finally they laid her down in the grass and jerked off on her limp frame as I passed out. I could smell the sperm in the air, my dick still standing straight up with thoughts of orgiastic abandon.”
Dad had drifted off again in his thoughts. My hand was still resting on his bulge, which periodically jerked restlessly while he was reliving the scene he was relating. He made no motion to remove it, and I saw no reason to. I think he found it oddly comforting, helping him through his admission of the pent up guilt and anger he had kept confined for so long. I woke him from his reverie.
“What happened then, Dad?” I asked, with a quick, gentle squeeze on his penis.
“Well,” he said, suddenly seeming to wake up, “I don’t know how long I was out, but when I came to, the party had moved back into the house. I looked over at your mom and she too had passed out. The club owner’s golden retriever sidled up to her limp frame and began licking the cum off the back of her thighs and sniffing her private parts. I shooed him away and picked her up to carry her to the car, but she woke in a panic, saying she didn’t want to leave the thong behind. Though I told her to fuck the thong, she wouldn’t hear of it. She struggled out of my arms and tried to walk back to retrieve it, but she was unsteady after the pounding she had received. She was a mess, dried and caked sperm all over her face, hair, torso, ass, thighs. It was still oozing from her butt and cunt. I sat her down against the car and went to get the damned thong.
“On the way home I began to wake from my stupor, probably due to the fact that I had regurgitated a large part of the alcohol I had consumed earlier that evening. As I sobered, I grew angrier and angrier, not believing what a fucking whore I had married. And that god damn fucking whore was my daughter’s mother! I decided things couldn’t continue this way. Changes in our life had to occur. She finally began to come to as we neared home. I launched into a fucking mad tirade and told her everything I thought about her, and that I never wanted to see that god damn thong again. I jabbed the thong into her belly, only to cause a fresh ooze of sperm to come trickling out of her cunt. I guess you know the rest.”
Dad’s dick gave one last jerk before he took my hand in his and brought it to his lips to kiss.
“I’m sorry to be so graphic, but there was no nice way of telling you what happened. Forgive me.”
I shrugged. Mom had been gone so long. She had fucking abandoned her family without even a forwarding address. It really didn’t surprise me that she was a fucking whore. I just didn’t have any feelings one way or the other. All I knew is that she had treated Dad like shit. So much so, that he had never again even dated another woman. I hated her to be honest. And I loved Dad.
“I’m sorry I ruined your twelfth Halloween,” Dad continued with his apologies, but I put my fingers to his lips. They were soft and moist.
“Enough, Dad,” I interjected, “It was my fucking fault for wearing that damned thong! So hush.”
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