All he ever wanted was a family.

In tears, Tom cried, "All I ever wanted was a family."

Sensing an opportunity, Heather tries to reach over and comfort her husband. "Honey, you have a family right here." But he pulls away. "No, I don't. I could have forgiven what you did at the party. We weren't married, and you got drunk; mistakes happen. I might have even been able to accept the result of the mistake, but instead of coming clean, you hid it, and to make matters worse, you continued doing it, but this time you did it while being sober."

In a panic, Emma tries leaning into her father "Daddy, I'm still your daughter!"

But her father slides his chair back and away from both of them. "No, you're not; my princess of a daughter would have told me the moment she found out instead of blackmailing her whore of a mother for her own personal gain." He didn't realize he had just called Heather a whore until after he said it, but now that he said it, it just felt right. "I have always wondered why Richard never remarried, but now I know why. Because why would he when he got the woman that was supposed to be my wife as his own personal fuck toy."

Heather squealed. "It's not like that!"

But Tom charged back, "Really, it's not. Then tell me, how often did you go over there? Let me guess, you went over there every day when I was gone to get fucked!"

Heather fell silent as she did not want to admit to her husband that they did go over there most nights when he was gone, even though she only went over so often because she didn't want to have to cook and then clean dinner all by herself. They had sex less than a third of the time they went over there and only when both Emma and Gerret were out of the house. So it wasn't every day, but she felt like Tom wouldn't believe her if she tried to explain it right now anyway.

At first, Tom didn't know what he was going to do, but the more he talked and the more they didn't answer, the more certain he became of what he had to do. "I built this house for my family and only my family. So anyone who isn't GET OUT NOW!"

But Heather and Emma just stay sitting in their chairs in shock, so Tom screams, "In case you didn't fucking hear me, I just told you two to get OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

Heather knew it was futile to argue with her husband when he was this angry, so she started to stand up and get ready to leave in hopes she could convince him to let them back in when he calmed down, but Emma still held out hope as she pleaded "Daddy, please, Mom and I are in the bottom five percent of the population. ANYONE COULD ORDER US TO DO ANYTHING. Who knows what those perverts will make us do if we go outside!"

But he continued, "That's not my problem! This house is only for my family, and I don't see anyone here that is my family."

So Emma turned to her mother, who was already gathering her coat. "Mom, please say something. We can't go outside."

Heather tried to remain calm, even though she was crying on the inside, as she knew showing any emotion would only make it worse. "Honey, he doesn't see us as family, so we can't stay."

Emma shouted, "Then make him see us as a family!" without realizing what she was saying.

A single tear runs down Heather's face as she answers, "That's going to be very difficult for me without medical aid due to my age. And it certainly won't happen today."

Not understanding what her mom was saying, Emma shouts, "If it's a problem with age. I am young; tell me, and I'll do it. Because I am sure as hell not going out there where those perverts can order me to do anything."

However, Tom knew precisely what Heather was hinting at. And much to his surprise, he wasn't disgusted by the idea of letting Emma step in. He thought he would still internally see her as his child, but to his amazement, all he could see her as is a beautiful, lying, worthless, 19-year-old bastard child of a whore. "Fine, then strip down, bend over, spread those cheeks of yours, and beg me to dump my load into that tight slut pussy of yours."

Tom rarely ever used profane words, and Emma has certainly never heard her father talk like that. As a result, both Emma and Heather are left shocked and speechless by these words.

"You have the option to get out or start begging." He started to think for a second, and in his rage, he realized it wasn't his daughter anymore. In fact, it never was HIS DAUGHTER. She is just a lying slut, and she looks too good to let go of. "You know what? I am not giving you an option. I order you to strip down and start begging!"

This prompts Heather to finally step up and slam her foot down. "Tobias (Tom's real first name) Pierce WARD, SHE IS YOUR FUCKING DAUGHTER!"

Rage filled Tom's body, but it had no outward appearance other than his words, as he seemed to stay calm, emotionless, and cold-hearted in his chair. "WO, WO, WO, we have just determined she was Richard's, not mine! You know what, aren't you so determined to continue to lie to me? How about you join her in begging? I know you said it might be hard, but you might get lucky and become a grandmother and a mother on the same day. At least then you can say you finally had one of my kids!"

Heather took a step back for a second. She knew she would be lucky if one person in this town had a lower score than her, and despite being forty, she could easily pass for thirty-five, if not thirty. So if she found a person, that person surely wouldn't look anywhere near as sexy as her. Whenever she went out in the past, she always drew the attention of men, especially the attention of their mailman who stared so much it made her uncomfortable. So she was sure that quite a few men would come running for her if they found out she had to do whatever they said. So, at least on her side of things, begging the man she considers to be her husband to have a kid with her wasn't nearly as bad as those other men would likely order her to do, so she sat down her coat and began pulling up her designer blouse.

Emma shouts, "Mom, what are you doing?" The moment she sees what her mother is doing. Emma knew that her mother was kind of a prude, so seeing her mother doing something as unmotherly as strip out of her blouse right in front of her shocked her.

Heather didn't particularly like this, but it was better than the alternative, so she tried to stay calm for everyone involved. She said, "What you said, you sure as hell didn't want to go out there."

Emma stuttered, "Yep, but this?"

Heather, "Well, your option is this, or take your chances outside."

However, Tom shouted, "Whore that's where you're wrong, it's not this or that. It's this, or if she takes too long or I don't enjoy it enough, it's this AND THAT!" Before he steps forward, he yanks Heather's yoga pants to the floor and he licked her neck. He has always been overly respectful of women to a fault. As a result, he has never even come close to even thinking about treating a woman as he is treating Heather right now, but for some reason, it just felt right.

Emma looked at how her father was treating her mother and it sickened her, how could her father who always told them how much he loved them, suddenly turn into a monster, who used his power over them to take what he want.... It was like a real life dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

Despite her father's threats, or maybe because of them, Emma remains motionless, so Tom adds, "Time is ticking bastard child. If I don't start seeing those expensive clothes start flying off of you, you might just end up begging me and every pervert in town to do the same thing."

However, she still doesn't move as she is frozen in fear, so her mother secretly kicks her foot, snapping her out of her trances before nodding to her as if to say,' YOU STARTED THIS AND NOW IT WILL BE MUCH WORSE IF YOU DON'T FINISH IT.'

Emma finally takes the hint and throws her tight-fitting designer blouse on top of her mother's before quickly kicking her matching skirt to the corner of the dining room.

It was only a few seconds, but for Tom, it felt likes hours as his rage-filled eyes scoured their bodies, as Heather stood before him with her ass facing him, wearing a classy black thong with a nude-colored push-up bra that even from behind made her D cup tits look amazing.

In contrast, Emma stood before him in a more youthful pink lacy thong and a designer matching pink lace bra that did more to show off her cleavage than to support them, as her younger C-cup tits didn't need as much support to be perky.

Heather was and is a beauty among beauties, but the star of the show was undoubtedly her daughter. Tom knew it should sicken him how much he wanted to pump his cock into her tight pussy that was just out of sight, but after such a betrayal, it only felt right.

Emma could feel her daddy's eyes on her. The gaze felt like a laser and it was directed between her legs, which made her skin crawl. Emma glanced over to her mother in one last hope there was a way out. But she saw her mother already working at her bra clasp, so she resigned herself to her fate and began doing the same. Her fingers were shaking as she unclasped her bra, revealing her beautiful young breasts to her parents for the first time. "If we must do this, can you at least not stare at me so much? I mean, your wife is right there, so you should stare at her." Emma said, trying to direct her father's attention away from her naked chest.

Emma instantly regretted saying those words as Tom hearing her refer to Heather as his wife again infuriated Tom more than he thought it would, and he bore down on Emma before her bra even hit the floor. "Listen, here, you greedy, self-serving, lying bitch. That woman is not my wife; she is a cheating whore. So, I will put my eyes where I want. Just like ", he reaches between her legs, grabs her pink thong, and yanks it to the floor, "I will place my cock where I want.... The two of you mean nothing to me anymore; you are just an item to me. In fact, you are nothing more than a blowup doll where I can empty my balls whenever I'm horny" " He then pushes her over the table before continuing, "Now spread those cheeks and beg."

Tom quickly glances over at Heather, who has assumed the same position as her daughter to avoid his wrath. She was the first person the spread her ass cheek and started to speak, but within the first syllable, Emma joined in, "Please fuck me!"

They hoped that would be enough, but Tom spanks both of their asses, leaving a clear red handprint on each of their asses. "Not good enough, you wanted to stay here, and the only way you can stay here is if I do more than fuck you. So start begging like you really mean it!"

This was so demeaning, but the alternative was worse, so Heather placed her head flat on the table, pulled her ass cheeks apart, and begged, "Please fuck a child into me, so I can be a part of your family again."

Tom rubs his hand gently over Heather's round ass as he taunts her. "Good, and what about your daughter? It's a package deal... I don't hear her begging."

Emma is 19 years old. She is not ready for a child, and the idea of having a child, especially from the man who raised her, sickens her TO HER CORE! But Heather kicked her daughter, snapping her out of her trance before silently mouthing, "DO IT!"

Emma silently repeated Tom's threat to herself, 'It's with him or with him and everyone,' as if to remind herself she didn't have an option before before repeating word for word what her mother said, "Please fuck a child into me, so I can be a part of your family again."

Tom was surprised at how much he enjoyed the power and how much it turned him on having the two women beg him to fuck them. He caressed Heather's body as he listened to Emma begging him to fuck her. He slapped her ass and pulled on her big meaty breasts.

"Again," Tom kept on saying, and Emma kept on repeating the words like a mantra.

The last thing Emma heard was "Good" Before she squealed from the pain of Tom's cock aggressively forcing its way into her. Tom's mature cock was bigger than anyone she had been with, and he was the first person ever to be inside of her raw, but most importantly, he didn't even take time to warm her up; she was dry as a bone, so all she felt was the pain of being split open.

She could feel every inch of the big cock pushing its way into her dry pussy, and she bid her lips not to scream too much. 'This will all be over soon', she told herself.

Tom has never lasted the longest when it comes to sex, and he was really surprised at how tight Emma was, considering she was not a virgin, but then again this was the first time he had pushed his cock into a pussy that was unprepared and did not have the natural lube. As a result, he only managed six thrusts before he started sending ropes of hot seed inside of her. Emma felt her knees weaken from the sickening feeling of each rope of cum shot deep inside of her. She felt like the semen was burning inside her womb as rope after rope filled her up. The weaker her knees got, the more she felt her body weight being held up by Tom's hips and his stiff rod in her pussy. Thus, there was no escaping the idea of what was happening to her; this was so wrong. The man that she had always referred to as her father had just **** her young pussy and was now filling her up with his potent semen. Tom shot five ropes inside of her before he pulled out and allowed her to fall to the floor. Emma felt the sticky cum oozing out of her pussy as Tom pulled out.

Tom looked down at his "daughter". He knew that he should be feeling sorry for her as she lay there on the floor sobbing as the cum drained from her pussy, but he felt nothing but fury from her betrayal and disgust. Both these women had been playing him for years, but now it was time for ****. Tom turned his attention to the woman he once considered his wife.

If Tom felt betrayed by his "daughter," that was nothing compared to the betrayal of his wife for 19 years. She had played the faithful wife while fucking his boss. She even had him raise a child that she knew all the time wasn't his but the bastard child of her and the man that he considered a close friend.

As all these thoughts were going through his mind, Tom felt his anger towards Heather increase.

As Tom looked down, he was surprised to find that his cock was still hard. It was covered in cum, but it was still hard. A smile crossed his face; in his 41 years, this had never happened to him.

Heather has 'been' with Tom countless times but never like this. Before today, Tom has always been a generous lover. Placing her pleasure above his in all cases. This time couldn't be more different. From today, it would all be about his pleasure and what he wanted; he no longer had to worry about Heather's feelings.

Tom walked over to where Heather was bent over the table. It was clear that Heather had tried to block out what was happening to her daughter by turning her head away from the scene, but everything was about to become very real.

From their years of marriage, Tom knew how much Heather hated giving oral sex; she found it dirty and unnatural; only on special occasions like Tom's birthday or their anniversary would she bend down and give Tom a quick lick or two. However, she had no problem in receiving oral sex; in fact, that was the only way that Tom could bring her to an orgasm. But today was not about what Heather liked or did not like. From this day on, it was all about what Tom liked.

Tom stood next to Heather looking down on the humble woman in front of him. For decades he had respected this woman and done everything in his power to make her life as easy as possible. He had seen it as his main purpose in life to love and protect his small family. But now as he looked down on Heather he felt nothing but anger and betrayal.

"Open your eyes and look at me bitch." Tom said.

Heather looked up at Tom, and it was the first time he saw fear in her eyes as she looked at him.

"It looks like it is my birthday today," Tom said with a smile on his face.

"Lick my cock clean."

Heather looked a the cum-covered cock in disbelief. She shook her head. "You know I don't do that, and it has just been inside our daughter; that is gross."

The anger boiled inside Tom: "She is not OUR daughter..... and it seems like you do not understand your new life. I do not care about what you feel..... To me, you are both just a couple of fleshlights that I can use when I'm horney...... and right now, I'm horny." Tom said as he smacked his sticky cock across Heather's face.

"Now start sucking, or you and your daughter can leave this house butt naked after I have finished with you."

Heather knew there was no way around it, so she brought her mouth closer to her husband's cock, letting it slip inside.

Immediately Heather started gagging, the bleachy taste really upset her stomach, but Tom grabbed her head and started facefucking her.

"That is it.... suck my cock, you cheating bitch..... I'm sure with enough practice, you will become a decent cocksucker."

Tom pulled his cock from Heather's mouth and looked at it. It looked clean and was now covered in spit instead of cum.

"It is time to put that baby inside you. Let me hear you beg." Tom said.

Heather swallowed her pride and started begging "Please fuck a child into me, so I can be a part of your family again."

Tom placed his cock at the entrance of Heather's pussy and, in one strong push, buried it to the hilt. He started fucking his wife in a frenzy, and it surprised him that he did not feel sorry for her at any point, despite her crying and painful moaning. She had been cheating on him for two decades, and now it was time to pay the pied piper. Since he had just come inside Emma minutes ago, his stamina was better than ever, and he kept on banging his wife from behind. "Do you want a boy or a girl?" he asked as he shot his load deep inside his wife.

Heather did not answer; she just lay on top of the table until Tom made her clean his disgusting cock one more time.

When it was all finished, three people were on the ground, surrounded by the sights and smells of what Tom had just done.

Emma tried to secretly push his cum out of her in hopes that she could get it all out before nature took its toll. She glanced over towards Tom, the man she thought of as her father, to see if he was looking in her direction, before pushing a giant bubble of cum out of her young and fertile pussy. But to her horror, his eyes were on her; to be exact, his lustful gaze was on her pussy as if he wanted to make sure that she did not try anything funny. That was too much; she couldn't take it anymore. The way he was looking at her made her want to puke. She had to get away from him and his constant gaze. She stood up as fast as her weak knees would let her, which wasn't very fast. Each time she tried to move, she could feel the cum slushing around in her womb, making her knees want to buckle.

Tom was about to let Emma walk off to where ever she was heading until he saw some of his cum dripping from her pussy and landing on the floor. He didn't want his cum dripping around the house, making a mess of everything, so he asked, "Where do you think you're going slut?"