Vince Polito raised his son to be a giving person, and as Vince Jr. grew from a boy to a man, he proved to be most generous to his father.
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Your mother won't like this.
"What the fuck?" Vince Polito said as he looked at his son's bed with a combination of pride and shock at the mess that Vince Jr. was displaying with a wicked grin. "These sheets looked like you gutted a freaking deer on them."
"Lily was a bleeder, wasn't she?" Junior snickered. "At least she wasn't lying about being a virgin."
"Your mother won't like this," the boy's father told him. "Looks like a crime scene."
"The only crime was that she had to get home by 10," Junior gloated. "Otherwise, she would have gotten it again. You'll love the film. I want to see it after you two are through with it."
"What's this?" Vince's father asked, going over to the night table and picking up the bottle of liquor.
"Cinnamon schnapps," Junior chuckled. "Used it to get her in the mood. Here, check this out."
Vince took the little cloth tag and brought it up for inspection, and although it was faded from numerous washings, Vince the elder was finally able to make out what it read.
"34A?" Vince said, handing back the tag to his son, who put it in the drawer of his night stand along with the other dozen or so that he had collected since he had started having sex.
It had become sort of a trophy - like mounting deer heads on a wall - this ripping off of the bra size tags from his various girlfriends, and while the father thought it was childish in a way, it seemed harmless enough. The fact that his son could name the girl associated each tag was amusing as well.
"Padded too," Junior said. "Her tits are really small, as you'll see."
Vince took the camera off of the dresser, where it had filmed the action that had taken place on that bed earlier, and after nodding to his son he said good night and headed for his bedroom, locking the door behind himself.
"Movie time honey," Vince told his wife, who was reading a magazine as she lay propped up on the bed, and she cast a dour look at her husband while peeking over the rim of her glasses at him.
"You two," Barbara said as she shook her head with dismay.
"I know," Vince said with a wave of his hand while putting the tape in the player and turning on the TV. "We're both disgusting and perverted."
"You are," Barb said. "That poor girl. She didn't look more than 15."
"She was 18," Vince protested. "The boy is no dummy. He got your good looks and my brain."
"And your sex drive," his wife said.
"All of this posturing, and you'll be watching right along with me," Vince said as he climbed into bed with his wife.
"We'll see," Barb Polito said. "Maybe I'll surprise you."
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Movie time.
Vince Polito smiled as the movie started, having glanced over to see that his wife was looking over the top of the magazine as the screen came to life. Soon the magazine would be set aside, if the past was any indication.
"Let the thing play," Barb said, showing annoyance at her husband's habit of scanning forward to get to the good parts.
"It's over an hour and a half long, and I have to go to work in the morning," Vince declared.
"Well, the seduction is the most erotic part," Barb complained.
"Okay, here," Vince said, slowing the tape back to normal as his boy started to play with the girl's breasts outside the blouse. "That's it boy. Work them little titties."
"They don't seem all that little to me," his wife suggested.
"Padded bra," her husband said knowingly.
"Vince, if you're going to make me watch, please don't ruin the movie for me," Barb said sternly, her eyes intently staring at her son in action.
"He did a good job of getting them both in the right position this time," Vince said, complimenting his son on getting Lily to sit next to him on the bed perfectly so the camera could catch as much as it could.
"Oh-oh," Barb muttered as she watched her son pull the girl's blouse off. "Poor girl needs to put on a little weight, doesn't she Vince?"
"You can fatten her up with your cooking," Vince told her, observing the bony shoulders and collarbone of the girl who was necking with their son while having her bra unhooked.
"They never stick around long enough," his wife complained. "What's he trying to do? Screw every girl in the school?"
"Of course," Vince boasted. "Must be something he learned from me. Come on Junior! I can't believe it's taking you that long to undo those bra hooks."
"There it goes," Barb noted as Lily's harness came free and was pulled off my her son. "Oh my, Vince. You're right. Her breasts are small."
"Anything more than a handful is a waste," Vince the elder declared as he watched his son start squeezing Lily's breasts, which were about the size of lemons. "Of course, you are the exception to that rule, my love."
Vince leaned over and squeezed Barb's breasts though her nightie, kneading the large globe and feeling her nipple respond like always.
"He's going in for the kill now," Barb observed as she watched the action unfold on the screen. "Poor thing. She looks petrified."