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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. "Where's Denny?" he asked, blinking. "You look horrible, sugar. Your hair-sh a mess. Christ, what've you been doing?" 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. "Denny's still at the party," she said. "We had an argument, so I left and came home early, daddy." "You and your b*****r arguing?" he said. "What the hell for?" He poured straight whisky into his glass. "Hey, how come you're such a mess? Come here. Let me look at you." She could still hear the pitiful man's voice apologizing for m*****ing her. "If you tell your folks, that'll be the end of me ..." Somehow, she didn't want the man to get into trouble, at least not to go back to prison. "I'm going to the bathroom for a second, daddy," she said, trying to sound calm. "I'll be right back." "In 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. "What you do?" he asked. "Take a bath?" "Just washed my hair," 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. "Daddy, Oh daddy," she sobbed in despair. "If Denny laid a hand on you," he said, "if your b*****r hurt you, I--I'll kick the shit outa him. Did he hurt my baby, huh?" Gently, Joyce reached up and gently shushed her father's mouth with her hand. "Denny didn't hurt me," she said. "No, daddy. We just argued and then I left and walked on home. On the way, I tripped and fell. That's all. Honest." "Bullshit! What did you argue about. Tell me, you hear?" "I was just in a bad mood," Joyce said, defending her b*****r. "I just wanted to come home and be with you, daddy. It's all over now. Everything's O.K." 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. ...