1. Stepmother's Bed


    Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    parked near the garage. Inside, she found her father, a bottle of whisky on the table beside his chair. His face wore a stupid grin and he welcomed his daughter. He was obviously d***k and drinking openly since Norma was not there to control him. &#034Where's Denny?&#034 he asked, blinking. &#034You look horrible, sugar. Your hair-sh a mess. Christ, what've you been doing?&#034 He drooled a little. Joyce wanted to run and hurl herself in her father's arms, scream out the horror of her experience with the degenerate man, but she knew she should straighten herself up. &#034Denny's still at the party,&#034 she said. &#034We had an argument, so I left and came home early, daddy.&#034 &#034You and your b*****r arguing?&#034 he said. &#034What the hell for?&#034 He poured straight whisky into his glass. &#034Hey, how come you're such a mess? Come here. Let me look at you.&#034 She could still hear the pitiful man's voice apologizing for m*****ing her. &#034If you tell your folks, that'll be the end of me ...&#034 Somehow, she didn't want the man to get into trouble, at least not to go back to prison. &#034I'm going to the bathroom for a second, daddy,&#034 she said, trying to sound calm. &#034I'll be right back.&#034 &#034In the John, she studied herself in the mirror. She cringed. Her hair was tangled and all stuck together from her m*****er's fondling and ejaculation. She looked as if she had been to some wild sexy orgy. From the vodka and all that crying, her eyes were red and ...
    puffy. She filled the bowl with water and hastily shampooed her hair. She rinsed it, then dried vigorously, trying to erase every trace of the hideous night's experience. When she returned again to the living room, her head was wrapped up in a turkish towel. Her father crinkled his nose, squinting at her and trying to focus his eyes. &#034What you do?&#034 he asked. &#034Take a bath?&#034 &#034Just washed my hair,&#034 she replied. And then, without warning, tears flooded her eyes. She had managed to escape from her captor and get home safely. Grateful, all restraint left her, and she threw herself against her father, held him close. &#034Daddy, Oh daddy,&#034 she sobbed in despair. &#034If Denny laid a hand on you,&#034 he said, &#034if your b*****r hurt you, I--I'll kick the shit outa him. Did he hurt my baby, huh?&#034 Gently, Joyce reached up and gently shushed her father's mouth with her hand. &#034Denny didn't hurt me,&#034 she said. &#034No, daddy. We just argued and then I left and walked on home. On the way, I tripped and fell. That's all. Honest.&#034 &#034Bullshit! What did you argue about. Tell me, you hear?&#034 &#034I was just in a bad mood,&#034 Joyce said, defending her b*****r. &#034I just wanted to come home and be with you, daddy. It's all over now. Everything's O.K.&#034 Martin Reardon ceased ranting them, obviously pleased that his daughter preferred to be with him. Affectionately, he patted her head and began rubbing her back in a slow, circular motion. ...
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