Saturday PT.2

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My dad dragged me into his and mom's room by my hair. I now wished I hadn't sent Luke away. My mom never really wanted to cooperate with dad's "lessons" especially when it involves me being blind folded and him guiding my mouth around her body. She didnt, however, mind when it was me being tied down in a chair being forced to watch my mom fuck my dad. Before one of my uncles died, my dad's brother would, "bang her til'  her eyes popped out," as he said.

She also didn't mind it when her husband, my dad, would tie me up to the bed on my stomach with tape on my mouth and a blindfold on my eyes. She didn't mind seeing me naked while her husband took, not only my virginity but any dignity I had left.

My dad put the blindfold on me and my mom. He had already stripped her of her clothes and tied her up. He had 5 beers here and I would somehow get to one as soon as possible. It makes me numb and, if I drink enough, I don't remember a thing.

I lifted the blindfold for a second when he went out to get more rope to tie my hands and ankles together. I quickly ran over to one of the best bottles and drank it til' the taste was unbearable. When that one emptied I drank another. After my third, I left about half for my mom to drink. She opened her mouth and I poured it in. When it was empty I ran it back over to its place. I placed the blindfold over my eyes. Dizzy, I waited.

He came back with the rope and tied my arms securely along with my ankles so I couldn't fight back. After a second he got behind me and guided me to my mother. He pushed my head down on what felt, and I hoped to be her stomach. He pushed my head up and over to her chest. He pulled me back up.

"Open your mouth," he whispered in my ear. I hesitated for a while until he forcibly opened it as wide as I would let it. He placed my head back down on her chest and pushed my head over to the left. My tongue along with my lips are numb and so was most of my body. He pushed my head further against her boob as she moaned. He pulled my head up and slammed my mouth on her hip going lower and lower until he stopped.

He dragged me over and up until I felt legs, I believe, wrap themselves around me.

"She likes you," he said. With that, he slammed my head down. After a second of her moaning as he moved my mouth every so often he pulled my underwear down and moved my hand up a bit. He lifted my head up and untied my hands. We're done, I thought thankful. But right before I could take off my blindfold he grabbed my wrists and tied them together. My hands were now in front of me and my blindfold was still on.

He moved my hands up, "Let's open her," he said out of breath. He took my index finger and slide it inside a place I never wanted to explore. He moved my fingers deeper and deeper until my mom was practically screaming. He shoved my hand in and out of her.

"Damn," he said thrusting his hard-on inside me. I felt my stomach turn. He thrust himself in and out while also controlling my hands.

After about an hour he set me down on the bed with my underwear on, thank god, and helped my mom out. After I heard the door shut I took off my blindfold and ran to their bathroom. I lifted the toilet seat and puked everything. My dignity, anything I had left. Even the hope and courage I had gained at the hospital. And all I could think about was, I have to do this again tomorrow.

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