As if you had a choice.

You have ****.

That’s always what you tell yourself. You could never afford to rent elsewhere. Besides, you still had school.

There was also that weird clause in your mom’s will which granted you the right to be a permanent tenant in the family home which she otherwise left to dad. However you’ll lose the tenant privilege the moment you move out. That means your dad can’t evict you unless you find a place of your own.

Maybe that’s why you put up with hearing your beloved getting plowed eight ways to Sunday. Staying put was the only way you could stick it to the old man. Your place in this home was the one thing your dad didn’t have power over.

Is it worth it?

You tell us.

“Daddy! Oh fuck! Ohhhh ffuck! Fuck me daddy! Fuck your little slut!” Jennifer’s ecstatic cries of pleasure echoed through your room walls.

“Yes daddy! Oh yes! Yesssss! Yesyesyesyesyes! Do it! Cream my pussy! Nut in your special fuck-socket Daddy! Ohhh Daddddy ahhhhhhhh!”

It had only been a month after their wedding, but Jennifer was changing. The sweet Jen that you knew hated vulgar language and would never talk like that. Your father had changed her.

You honestly don’t see the appeal. Your dad was a large guy. He was built, but he also had a barrel for a tummy stemming from his love of beer. He was hairy like a bear and growls like one too. He was also rude, obnoxious, arrogant to a fault, and void of kindness.

You knew he had a big cock, but that just can’t be it. This was real life, not pornhub. You just didn’t understand why some women found your dad irresistible. Your mom was like that too. Even with dad cheating on her left and right, your mom seemed content just to be able to keep him.

That alone would be bearable, if it wasn’t so obvious that your dad didn’t stay with your mom out of love. It was her money and the comforts that she showered on him that kept him around.

“Oh my gosh, Daddy, that was such a biggg nut!” You hear Jennifer gush, “Did it feel good shooting all of it inside me, Daddy?”

Jen’s next words was like a knife twisting in your gut.

“Mmmm… I love you daddy… I love you…”

You remembered the first day you met Jen. You were both just 15 and Jen was the new girl at school. Her family had just moved into town. You bumped into her at the school library and she smiled at you. It was basically love at first sight.

You two became inseparable. You did everything together. Your friends call the both of you the perfect couple.

When did it go awry? You thought to yourself. When was the moment that dad wormed his way into her heart?

The momentary lull was broken by the sound of Jen’s moans slowly building up again.

You bit your lip as you swiped through the pictures of you and Jen on your phone, trying to find a memory that would offer a sliver of hope that Jen would come around.

Trying and failing.