The date was probably the most embarrassing and awkward thing I have done in my life. Not only did I have to pretend to be my Mom, but I also had to remember to call Dad Mark. To make matters worse for me, Dad kept on staring at me with such a loving look that it was making me feel weird, in an oddly pleasurable way. I was glad when we got back home and I went back into my parent's room to get undressed. Now, as I take off the dress that I wore on my...date I feel Dad grab my ass from behind.
"I did tell you we'd finish this when we got home, didn't I Beth?" I hear him whisper in my ear making me realise just how screwed I was, figuratively and oh most positively literally if he got his way
"Now, Mark, we've had a long night, why don't we get some sleep for the morning?" I ask my father hoping to every type of god I could think of that he would take my advice
"Oh, Beth... That was my idea." My father whispered to me, right into my ear. Yep, I am definitely cursing every god I can think of. His tone was that of a sexual nature, the type I'd expect him to say when he wants to get intimate, which I know he does right now
"Mark dear, why don't we wait for the morning? After all, it's be a nice wake up call."
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