A loose end wanders down the stairs.

Still filled with nervous energy you were restless in your seat as you kept looking at your mother happily humming as she prepared breakfast for the rest of the family. Several times she caught you staring which she shot back a smile and leaned to give you a better look or you caught her giving you what could only be called bedroom eyes.

Trailing down to the hem of your mother's dress at her knee you could make out a white line down her inner-leg that reminded you once again, yes you had just cum inside the sexy goddess you'd made your mother. And yes, the wetness of your dick was from pounding her pussy.

Self-control prevailed as no matter how inviting you both restrained yourselves, as your father Aden Haverty came down in business casual looking sharp and ready for running our family’s small business.

Oh that was something else you could play around with too.

Even at his age your father as his same old self with a full head of chestnut hair, promising you a good future up top while he was in good shape and still had his looks from his college years. He wasn’t a rugged movie star by any means, rather only a bit above average making your mom new looks were so far beyond your father’s range.

Reaching the bottom your father gives you a simple nod as he approaches your mother. "Sometimes I have to pinch myself in the morning to make sure I'm not dreaming." Your father mirthfully said.

He kissed your abash mother holding her by the hips and calling himself the luckiest man in the world, the two of them were the picture of a loving couple.

It gave you had other ideas and concerns.

While every woman in the family would overlook the **** and mom cheating, if only so they had there turn. Dad, dad was the main obstacle in the house.

Your lips twitched into a smile as you drummed your fingers on the notebook, not that he was much of an obstacle. Your head felt light at what you could do, your eyes darted between the loving scene between your parents and the notebook.

The exchange between your parent changed in your mental eye, your mother grasping desperately to your father’s shirt in terror hoping he wouldn't realize you were railed her from behind, hammering her into him as he’s completely oblivious to his wife’s ravaging by his son.

Then it was apathy in your father's eyes as he watched you fuck your mother's mouth, taking you from tip to base remorselessly. All he'd do is say you had needs even if you had one of your sisters bouncing on your cock as you sat next to him.

Followed by him cheering you on, like your biggest fan chanting your name as you slammed yourself home in the holes your sisters and mom.

A thought from outside that chain tickled the back of your mind: Did your father really have to remain the same? Couldn't you make him a her, and a jaw dropping beautiful woman at that? Or just write something about him so he was never around?

Calming your excitement and taking up your pencil, you placed it to paper then paused. Trying to decide how you wanted to get your father out of the way between you and any women. But especially out of the way of your den of **** the house would become soon.