Nicole
My mom left when I was ten years old, claiming she couldn't get used to being a mother. She should have thought of that eleven years ago when she was probably presented with the question of whether to swallow or leave it in. My mother actually did me a favor though. When she left it was devastating to my father mostly. However, the love she never seemed to manage came from my father the minute she walked out our lives. I believe it was his way of over compensating for the fact I would grow up without a mother, my mother.
My father became my best friend, my everything. What ever I needed him to be he was without question. Things became weird between us, but not just on my end. My dad always made sure I was in the bed by my bed time, no exceptions. I was starting to become suspicious, so one night I waited up.
It appeared that my vivid imagination was just that. I went to the kitchen to get a drink of water finally resigning to get some sleep since nothing was going on. While standing in the kitchen I heard sex noises coming from my dad's room which was located just off the kitchen. The way the room was designed was actually a den at it's purpose. There was two ways to enter, one from the front side by the hall restroom and the other off the back end of the kitchen.
I quietly tip toed into the room staying close to the wall on the far side, hidden behind the book shelves. The closer I got the louder the sounds were. I had to crouch down low in order to get a view that wasn't hindered by the many books. There they were on the futon in the corner in their own world. My dad on his back as this strange woman straddled his lap moving up and down rapidly moaning and clawing his chest. The woman's long crimson hair covered my dad's face momentarily as she rode him to ecstasy.
I was mesmerized by my dad's demeanor; I couldn't take my eyes off of him. The way his hands were gingerly moving across her body. The look in his eyes as he grabbed the back of her head and drove deeper into her body. My dad then slid down until the woman was sitting on his face. My dad began moaning loudly and appeared to really be enjoying himself. My dad appeared to be in heaven as he devoured this woman. They switched positions finally affording me the opportunity to see this strange woman's face. Then I saw my past come crashing down in a matter of seconds, it was her! My bitch of a mother, who walked out on the both of us. Now here she is fucking my dad in the house that she suddenly couldn't stand being in. I had seen enough and needed the air that was lost, returned quickly.
As I moved to get up, I noticed my foot had fallen asleep giving way as I applied pressure causing me to reach and hold on to the bookshelf. The move created more noise than I thought, so I decided to confront them.
"Dad, how could you?" I accused
I never took my eyes away from his, but I still couldn't help noticing how large his cock was. I mean from my peripheral vision I could tell it was huge and meaty. Suddenly I could feel my cheeks becoming as crimson as my hair. As if reading my mind, my dad pulled an article of clothing to hide his hard on, too late.
"Honey, go back to bed and we will talk about this in the morning."
"Hell no, I want to talk about how you could let her waltz in here, fuck her like the last eight years were nothing. She didn't even try to reach out to her own daughter, before pouncing on your dick and face?" I spat angrily.
"You need some fucking manners!" My mom said as she was putting on her clothes.
"Well, actually manners I have, a mother is what I NEEDED!" I stated then turned on my heels and walked out to the sound of my dad repeatedly calling my name.
Back in my room I was livid. I honestly felt betrayed that my dad would have allowed the woman who was responsible for why he could no longer sleep on the room they shared. The reason he would lay awake at night worrying about being there for me and not letting me down the same way she had. The longer I sat thinking about it, the more I wanted to put her completely behind us. We didn't need her we have gotten along just fine up to this point. I lay with a fully consumed mind filled with many conflicting thoughts. I began to clearly see the image of my dad's dick hard and pointing in my direction. Seeing his cock clearly in my head lead to my panties being completely soaked. He was quite large in fact in comparison to my secret crush, my professor Dr. O'Daye. I would see his bulge often during our conference sessions. Right then a plan formed in my head, he was the target for releasing my frustration. A plan had been set forth.
