Screwed

"You were always so pretty and high and mighty, and now... I told you not to mess around with your father, but you wouldn't listen. Anyway, you've got seven more days to get your lessons straight, you poor thing!" And she continued laughing.

Dad escorted Mom out of the room, and I thought we were all going downstairs, but as soon as Mom was out of the door, Dad closed it behind her and grinned at me. "Only seven days!"

"Dad! No!" I really had to protest. "Give me a couple of hours, please. It hurts too fucking much!"

"Two hours??? I get only seven days with you, my dear..."

"I'll be here as long as you want, Daddy," I pleaded, but I could sense that my objection was slipping. "More than a week. For free. Just let me get over the - "

I never got to complete the sentence. Dad tackled me, his mouth on me before I could utter another word...

And in spite of all the pain, I never enjoyed a session more than I did with Daddy then. So much so that I forgot to tell him that I was off birth-control.

Oh, well! It's been a month now, and Mom still thinks I am doing this for money. Not anymore, though, once I tell her she's getting a promotion. Wonder what she's gonna say when I drop the bombshell tonight?

PS : Dad knows. That's why my pussy hurts so much...