Of course it kept getting worse.

That night, when she slept in their bed, she was afraid of her dad. When he came to bed, he held her and said he was sorry. "I shouldn't have said that, Vixxen, I should never have treated you that way." He said quietly, "Please forgive me, I have been drinking and I have had a lot of stress."

"What about the men from work?" Vixxen turned and asked him, very careful to speak softly. Her jaw still hurt where he had hit her. "What about them?"

"I was in trouble at work, baby girl." Her dad used a pet name for her he used to use but had not used much lately. It was the nicest he had been to her in some time. "They fired me, and I thought we were going to lose everything. Then a guy at work offered me money if he could fuck you."

"So, all of them?" Vixxen asked.

"Yes," he replied. "All of them paid me. It is how we have lived for these last few months."

"And mom?" Vixxen asked with tears in her eyes.

"I was angry, but I am sorry," he replied. "It is the truth. She did sell her body for money, baby. She fucked a lot of men for money to pay the bills."

She understood that it wasn't a lie. But she didn’t know the entire truth. Not even close.

Her dad had whored her mother out more than he had Vixxen thus far, and it wasn’t even close.

The life he had pushed her mom into had driven her to alcoholism and **** use. The car crash she died in was caused by her being high and drunk at the wheel. And she had died pregnant, an unexpected pregnancy and her father had not been sure it had been his.

Her father seemed genuine and she felt bad for him. “Your dad and your brother, did they fuck mom?” Vixxen asked.

Her father hesitated, “yes baby they did, a long time ago. My brother was just one time, but she got along well with my dad, she fucked grandpa Eddie quite often. For the better part of four years, maybe once a week or so. She enjoyed it, she liked my dad and wanted to please him.”

That shook her a bit, her mom had fucked her husband’s dad and his brother. That was fucking weird. “Do you really want me to have sex with them dad?” She asked in a very quiet tone of voice.

“That is up to you baby, not me,” her father replied. “But yes, yes I do want you to do that.”

He didn't have sex with her that night, he just held her. She needed the embrace, she was sure she could forgive him.

The sex with her dad continued, although he was not as mean as before. And the other men kept coming, a couple of times a week. She still enjoyed sex with her father and while sex with the strange men was not the same thing to her, she didn't hate it. She wasn't sure how to deal with the fact that men were paying to have sex with her. But in her mind, she wasn't getting any money so she wasn't a whore. And it wouldn't last forever.

She did end up fucking her dad’s brother, who was just a bit younger than her dad, and that happened numerous times as her uncle seemed to enjoy it. And she did end up fucking her grandfather, but not often. He was close to eighty at this point, and lacked the energy and desire for a lot of sex.

But at her father’s request, she sucked her grandfather’s cock pretty much every time they visited his house. His wife had died years before, and he was a lonely old man. Her dad talked about how grandpa Eddie might die soon, and he wanted him to die a happy man.

She didn’t really enjoy sucking the old man’s cock, he never got very hard and he didn’t taste good like her dad, but at least he never lasted long. Blowjobs for him usually only lasted a few minutes.

She did it none the less, she didn’t enjoy going over to see her grandpa, but she did what she was told when her dad took her over there.

Sometimes, when her dad fucked her he did not pull out and came deep inside her. Later in the year, she became pregnant. He insisted that she take care of it, gave her the money and let her know that she had to. They would get into trouble if she carried the child and people found out it was his. And a child between them might even have severe birth defects.

And he still wasn't working, they needed her to keep fucking other men to keep the house. He put it on her to keep working and keep the house.

She did as he demanded, and the procedure did not go well. She spent some time in a hospital and she was told that it was a rare complication, but that she should recover just fine. They did not have sex for a couple of months, but he made sure to get the blowjobs he wanted every day.

The men still came as she healed. They fucked her tits and her mouth, and her dad lamented that they paid less for it. He had to send her more men to make up for charging less.

He sold her mouth to more men to cover the lost income, and she ended up seeing quite a lot of men, sucking quite a lot of dick, and swallowing quite a lot of cum.

She was exhausted. Her jaw and neck started to be sore, but her shoulders and arms were getting more used to the work they got in handjobs and blowjobs. Sometimes she sucked off ten men in a night. It was exhausting and degrading work.

Soon enough, she was healthy enough to have sex again, and the men started fucking her again, and so did her dad. She knew nothing else at this point, and she found no enjoyment from it. She would take a couple of shots of whiskey to numb herself beforehand, and she smoked a lot of weed to drown out the mental anguish she was in.

She now knew her dad didn't love her, and she started to wonder how long he had waited for her to become old enough, for her to be old enough for him to fuck. "Was her whole life with him a lie?" It was a disturbing thought.

Had he just been waiting for all these years for this? Had her father been watching her grow, lusting after her for all these years?