Your Childhood home.

My father and I had always been close but after my mother’s passing, we had grown closer. I trusted and had confided in him about everything, most days we were more friends than father and son and I was excited to come home.

I stepped out of my car and looked at his house. My dad still lived in the old house I grew up in. The house wasn’t particularly big, being only “One and a half stories” as my dad and I described it, but the back yard was large and the reasonable payment on the house made it much easier to afford an underground pool.

I turned as my beautiful blond bombshell strode toward me from the other side of the car. The glossed pink lipstick shown in the sunlight and her dark mascara wrapped eyes squinted as she approached. Grabbing the bag from the car I took her hand in mine and led her into the house.

“You made it!” My father approached arms out wide to catch me in a warm hug. I returned the hug then patted him hard on the back, he pulled away smiling ear to ear turning his attention to Megan.

“And I see this beautiful creature still feels sorry enough for you to stick, um.” My father started before he noticed Megan’s attire. Megan shifted nervously in her bimbo outfit, her eyes darting to me then to the ground.

“Good to see you sir, Mr. Er, Sorry.” Megan mumbled lifting a hand to subconsciously twirl her hair.

“Yeah, it’s alright.” My father soothed, tearing his eyes away from Megan’s bra-less breasts and looking at me.

“You call me dad, it’s fine.” He finished raising an eyebrow at me. I knew this look, I had seen it growing up when I had done something wrong or stupid. This look was a classic and it meant. “Was this your doing?”

I smiled and shrugged which was my usual answer for.” Yep.”

This was the test. It wasn’t about seducing my dad it was about getting Megan to accept the fact she was a **** and what better way to start than with someone from my family first.

My father had always pushed for us to get married and openly admitted he would brag about his future daughter-in-law doctor. Now standing in front of my father dressed in a cheaply made white and pink Bimbo shirt Megan stared at the ground with flushed cheeks in obvious Shame as my father looked at her. I could see it in his eyes that he was worried, didn’t understand what was going on and lastly looking at the blonde in a new light, that new light being her physical form.

It then occurred to me how painful this had to be for Megan, every time my father would gush about her, she would glow thinking of our future. Now, he was looking at her like a piece of meat.

“Why don’t we get some beers and head out back?” I said, speaking up and breaking the awkward tension, slapping my father on the back.

“Yeah man.” My father grinned abashed.

“Meg why don’t you go change then grab us those beers.” I added dismissively.

“Sure, sir.” The meekness in her voice confirmed everything I guessed about she was feeling, and my father glanced at me as we walked away.

“The hell was that about Mike?” My father said, turning on me as soon as we were alone. I took a step out onto the deck, feeling the sun hit my face and sighed.

How did I want to explain this to my father? My father and I were close, remarkably close. I could tell him everything that happened, and he would understand where I was coming from even if he disapproved.

On the other hand, the idea of explaining to my father that Megan cheated on me, so I whored her out, turned into the town cumdump and for all intents and purposes, took away Megan’s rights in the relationship and as a human, sounded insane.

On top of that what doors would I open here explaining to my father that Megan’s new life was being degraded and used? What would he think and what would he do but more importantly what did I want?