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Stepmother's Bed
Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
"Bullshit," Denny said. "He knows which way to turn. He turns to the bar and gets smashed and makes everybody miserable." Denny shook his head as their father rose and went to the kitchen to fix himself another drink. "He is our father," Joyce said. "Yeah, look at our father," Denny replied. Martin Reardon slipped and fell into his chair. Then he crinkled his nose, grinning and making a shooshing signal with his fingers at his lips as he stared in the direction of the kitchen. "Be nice to him, Denny," Joyce said. "Maybe we can make him change." But being nice to the d***ken Martin Reardon was a 'pain in the ass,' Denny thought. He became just as intoxicated as he'd been the previous night. His senses were so numb from alcohol he couldn't tell what was nice and what was un-nice. As the four of them feasted on the delicious roast beef Norma had prepared, Martin Reardon, Walden Flats' only chiropractor, ate like a hog. Eventually, he belched, then tried to wipe his greasy hands on the tablecloth and stood up, bleary-eyed. There was grease all over his mouth and chin as he kissed everyone passionately. "Gotta get some rest," he mumbled to himself as he staggered toward the master bedroom, slamming the door after him. "He'll sl**p tight all right," Denny said through clenched teeth. "He has to get his rest so he can keep his appointment at Wally's Bar." "Denny!" Joyce snarled at her b*****r. "Be ... nice!" Norma merely stared down at her plate, embarrassed and maybe a trifle angry as she tried to hid her shame. Quickly, Denny excused himself and ran out the front door. It was a beautiful Oregon summer night--cool but not cold--the cloudless sky permitting a clear view of the stars. Tears streaming down his face, Denny walked to the center of the large front yard, sobbing because of the rapid degeneration of his father. He could not comprehend how his father could ruin this summer vacation for Joyce and him. Finally, he stopped crying and returned to the living room. Norma and Joyce sat watching television, wearing their night clothes now--Norma in a see-through negligee and Joyce in her dumb cotton nightie and big red fuzzy slippers. Staring at the boob-tube. Denny only half watched the corny, tear-jerking love story flickering on the big colored screen. The movie ended, finally, and Joyce stretched and yawned and said she was going to bed. Denny decided to turn in, too. He followed Joyce into the bedroom, quickly slipped out of his clothes and, wearing only his shorts (as always), climbed into bed. Joyce spoke softly from her bed then. "Don't be too hard on daddy," she said. "He'll get better. You'll see. night, Denny." Denny said nothing. Lying on his back, he stared up into the darkness, still angry with their father. He guessed he knew now why their mother had divorced their father and, strangely, he found himself feeling a new respect for their ...