Home, Sweet Home

Tricia Schlansky was visiting her house from college this weekend, to do some laundry, and maybe hang out with some old high school friends. Joey was across state on a new internship, and Patty was staying at school in their shared dorm room to do some "studying", i.e. making out with her super-secret girlfriend that everyone pretended not to know about.

So it was just going to be Tricia and her mom Betty. She didn't expect to see her father, now that he was separated from mom and was starting out as a truck driver. That is, until yesterday, when she suddenly realized he was ruler of the world.

Betty and Tricia had a quiet evening, trying not to think about what it meant to be so closely linked to the most powerful person in all history. They decided, after a few phone calls, to turn off their phones and not answer anymore housecalls that evening.

And it was around 8:30 that morning, when Tricia went to go take a shower, that everything truly changed. She was under the faucet, rinsing out her hair, rubbing her large breasts, and cleansing out her vagina, amongst other less-interesting places, that a large African-American man in full SWAT gear kicked in the door and grabbed the nude teenager at gunpoint by her wer shoulders.

Before she could object, she was handcuffed, naked on the floor of the living room. Her mother was equally handcuffed, but in a robe and pajamas with a large bruise across her face. They both knelt on the floor, with six decked-out men and women pacing around them. "House secure. Contact Casanova. Alpha Out."

Tricia knew what this was about, but assumed she could be mistaken. She realized otherwise when you walked in.

You were a little spent after fucking Jordan. Your second fuck of the day, and it wasn't even nine AM. You frowned a little as the SUV pulled up and you saw the battered-in front door. You could afford it, but still that was a nice door. You were led by the partially dressed Jordan, leaving Sandy in the car because of the broken glass in places. Your stolen flip-flops were replaced by a pair of shoes that Goodwin handed from the closet.

As you entered in the living room, you were shocked to see your daughter naked and dripping kneeling next to her mother. "What the fuck, Goodwin?"

"She was in the shower, sir. You said to place them here." You expected your wife and maybe a friend or secret lover, but not one of your kids.

"Daddy!" she cried out, sobbing at the mistreatment of it all. You ordered her to be released, and Jordan unlatched her handcuffs and helped her up. She jumped up and hugged you tightly in fear, probably not fully comprehending your role in this.

You felt her large, wet breasts against your shirt, her nipples erect from the cold. She was smaller than you, so you could feel her pussy hairs against your thigh. To your surprise, an erection grew.

"Jesus, Joe!" cried out your wife at the clear tent that formed, almost poking out of your boxers. "Umm... I..." you were searching for an explanation, but realized you didn't need one.

Tricia backed off. "Hold her," you ordered to one of the guards, as you fixed eyes on your technically still-wife. "Stand up, Betty." She didn't receive any help as she struggled off her knees.

You slapped her. "Sorry to tell you this, but I cheated on you. For real this time." She claimed you had been sleeping around, but that was (mostly) false. Until last night. Except for last year, but you were drunk. And also at the strip club. But that was a blow job. And only a couple times. Maybe three. You were also drunk there. Technically, you were drunk last night. But not this morning. Although the hangover was still there.

"Joe?" Your mind had been wandering, and Betty was questioning if you had any more insanity. "Well, since I cheated on you maybe three times" - or six - "it's only fair that you get three cheats. Goodwin and uh, you two. Each of you get a hole. Show her a good time."

"Sir?" Goodwin inquired. You sighed, "Fuck her in the ass, fuck her in the cunt, fuck her in the mouth. Your choice."

One of the JSPs already had his pants up, and was rubbing his cock. Goodwin and Jordan helped pull off Betty's panties and placed her on the couch in a manner to take her three holes at once. She ended up on her side over the end, with Goodwin fucking her mouth and his two lieutenants standing side by side, kinda, as they took her two lower holes.

"Daddy..." your daughter was aghast at seeing her mother **** in such a manner. You were just rubbing your own cock as you watched the show.

"Oh, right. Jordan take Tricia upstairs to my bed. Tie her up. I'll fuck her shortly." Most of the guards were aghast at your quick descent into father-daughter ****, but not Jordan. She had a glazed over look. "Yes, sir."

"And warm her up, will you? I don't want her dry like our fuck or Miss Betty over here."

"Of course, sir. I'll make sure she's wet for you." You slapped Jordan's clothed ass as she and an associate pulled your sobbing daughter to the staircase.

Maybe you were going too far?