Ask to be apart of the action

Dad was right… This woman is despicable. She tried to ruin her own daughter's life by stealing her man. So as my dad turns, I say, "Wait, I want to join you."

My dad stops on a dime. "What!?!"

In my cutest voice, I say, "I want to help you deal with the 'other' woman."

Still facing away, his left hand reaches into his coat pocket. I can see his hand clench something inside his pocket. "Before you do, there is something you must accept."

I can tell what is about to happen, and truthfully, I didn't want to go through it. I never enjoy this daughter/sex **** thing, and the idea of being his daughter/sex ****/wife doesn't sound too much better. And going through an emotional proposal sounds even worse. But it was too late to stop him. He got down on one knee, opened a box revealing an amazing diamond ring, and said, "Honey, I want you to be the first lady of my house. The most important woman around me."

I could tell this wasn't a question. It was either I put my hand out for him to put it on, or he finds another contracted woman to put it on, and my child and I will be on the streets, only to be invited on when his cock desires me.

With those options in mind, I promptly offered my left hand, to which he put the ring on my ring finger before kissing me on my lips. "Good, now we can go deal with 'her' together."

My father pulls me down the hall and into my old room, where I find my mother with her arms and legs tied to my old bedpost. She is only wearing a two size too small black push-up bra with a matching black G-string.

Sensing our presence, she lifts her head from the bed; her eyes instantly fall to the rock on my left hand. "I see you finished claiming all that was once mine." I never intended for that to be the case, but frankly, she was trying to do the same to me, so I couldn’t care less; however, my eyes did land on her left hand, only to find just a tan line where her ring used to be.

Seeing my eyes, my father spoke out, "If you're looking for the ring, it's by the door, where it will stay until it's needed. Unfortunately, the current day's laws prevent you from wearing that in public. in order to prevent unwanted problems, she will wear hers instead."

My mother sarcastically said, "But don't worry, HONEY I'm not his wife, not any more, but you are. I am only being **** to wear it for your protection, and as a representative of you."

Hearing my mother's tone, my father quickly slaps her across her nipples. "You would have never accepted that tone from her when she was growing up. Well, now she is the lady of the house, and I expect you to learn your place." My mother just groaned in displeasure.