About respect

"Son, we need to talk." Zach’s dad informed his son. He looked back at his battered wife and checked her reaction. His wife didn't say anything; she simply nodded. He passionately kissed her again before tossing her away like trash. His wife landed flat on the floor, facing down. A moan escaped her mouth as her weight squeezed her swollen and abused tits below. We, on the other hand, still haven’t moved on from the scenery we witnessed. giggling like young girls who have just seen a romantic comedy with a nice ending.

Zach’s dad went to the living room to retrieve a tablet. As he walked away, he heard his wife ask their son.

"Do you understand what that’s about, son?" Zach’s mom asked their son as she rose from the floor and kneeled beside us.

"Yes, slut." Zach answered timidly.

"I can’t hear you. Do you understand? " Zach’s mom asked again, slightly raising her voice.

"Yes, Slut." Zach answered once more, mimicking a military man talking to an officer. "I won’t hit a boy, instead I’ll hit a girl or beat a woman." But of course, Zach already knew that. His bullying was fake and I am the only one who knows his secret. But I’ll let them educate him anyway. Maybe I’ll learn a thing or two myself.

Returning to the table, Zach's dad takes a seat across from his son. He grabbed a few bites from the turkey while waiting for Zach to finish snacking. When he noticed Zach was now sipping the orange juice and his knife and fork had already settled down, he began.

"Son, I want to look at the pictures and tell you what you see." He handed Zach the tablet with a picture already opened fullscreen.

"It’s just an old photo of you." Zach was baffled by the presentation, wondering in his mind what was so special about it. "Looks like time’s on your side, dad." Zach compliments his father, noticing his old picture doesn’t look much different from his current look. At age 42, Zach’s dad impressively appears to be in his 30’s. "Come here, slut. Massage my back." Zach turned his attention to us. We thought he was calling to Monica, but when Monica crawled towards him, "No, you." Zach points at me.

"Sorry Zach, I can’t massage you." My hands are tied. " I said apologetically, and also reminded him that my hands were literally tied behind my back.

"With your tongue." Zach instructs. I wasn’t sure how to do that though, but I think he wants me to lick his back continually. I stood up to reach his neck and started licking there. He didn’t complain, so I continued on his shoulder and randomly licked his entire back. Assuming this is what he meant, and did I mention that everyone in the room was butt naked? Well, except for me and his mother, whose body was wrapped around by a rope that was squeezing our tits roughly tight. From where I’m standing, I could see the photo, but I didn’t pay much attention to it.

"I was the same age as you back then." Zach’s dad continues their conversation.

"Ahh, so you’re 18 here." Zach concluded. "You look much older. It must be the image quality." Zach commented

"Oh, shit. I forgot he just turned 18 four months ago." Zach’s father, who thought his son was 20 like he was in the photo, realized, whispering in private. A father forgetting his child’s age is quite embarrassing, especially if he had only two in his possession. Zach and Ashley are not his only children. Ashley had two sisters but was left with their mother. Zach had two biological siblings but was sent for adoption. And he had other children he never met from various women, including female friends, relatives, and mostly strangers. He counted 22 in total, excluding Zach and Ashley. But still, this doesn’t justify the fact that he forgot Zach’s age. "Yeah, exactly." Zach’s dad lied and smiled awkwardly, but Zach hadn’t noticed.

"Who’s the slut?" Zach asked his father, acknowledging the lying and half-naked woman lifted only by the hair in the photo. Her clothes have been shredded, except for her jeans, but based on the position of her hands, it appears like she was trying to push it down so she could play with her cunt. She had a broken nose, two black eyes, and swollen cheeks. He leaves her teeth alone since broken teeth could sometimes ruin a good blowjob. Broken teeth sometimes leave sharp left-over teeth when punched incorrectly. She almost consumed half of the portrait, but the main focus in the photo is Zach’s dad in his 20's, smiling and posing with his left arm in his pocket and the other arm holding a beaten woman.

"That’s Mrs. Diaz, our neighbor back when I lived with my parents." Zach’s dad explained it. "I spotted her and her daughter Madeline in the park. I thought I should say hello." He added, "That photo was taken by Madeline. She wanted to send proof to her dad that they found me at the park." I was known in my neighborhood as an indoor person. I normally don’t go out in public places. But that day, your slutty grandma was taken by two men and tied to a tree after using each of her holes when she went out to buy groceries. Time had passed and I was getting hungry, but she still hadn’t returned and there was only lame food left in the fridge, so I went out to eat at a restaurant. Zach’s dad told his story.

"What happened to Grandma?" Zach interrupted.

"Oh, that slut returned two days after. But that wasn’t important. Anyway, since I’m already out, I might as well visit a nearby park." Zach’s dad finished his story.

"That’s great, dad. But how... what lesson... I mean, is this supposed to teach me anything?" Zach’s almost lost in words, but eventually settles on a much more direct question after being confused by his father’s story. His father’s journey from home to the park seems uninteresting to him.

"I was just telling the story behind that photo." So, anyhow, noticed the three girls behind?" Zach’s dad asked his son.

"Yeah, each one has a different tit size." Zach noticed the three schoolgirls in the background, but his attention was sucked up by their exposed tits. He never bothered to look at their faces. Their school uniform, however, drew my attention. It was designed to be revealing yet still look formal for school. a very short skirt that exposed their panties if they were wearing any. And their top, a white sleeveless cut horizontally to expose one tit and the other one hidden. The hidden tit is squeezed tightly inside the stretched fabric. I recognized immediately that those girls wore the uniform of my old alma mater. I remember those uniforms were uncomfortable and itchy as hell. But that was done on purpose, making us girls aroused all day long, begging to be used.

"No, notice how they react." Zach’s dad informed Zach, making him switch his attention to the girls' face. Each girl’s face was covered with cum, with a different amount. The first one is a brunette displaying a seductive smile, with cum dripping from her nose. It doesn’t appear that she missed swallowing and some semen traveled back and came out of her nose. No, I could tell someone had shot his sperm directly into her nostril. The second one biting her lips is another brunette with hair covered with cum and a uniform soaked with piss. And the third one is a Korean beauty and the only one naked at the bottom. She had the most amount of cum on her face, with both of her eyes red due to the itchy semen poured on her eyeballs. She was spreading her legs and rubbing her cunt. On her far left, an angry mid-aged topless Korean woman is signaling the girls to hurry up. Clearly annoyed with her daughter and her friends.

Zach puzzled why the females were excited by the sight of Mrs. Diaz's abused and naked body, speculating that they might be lesbians.

"No, son. Sluts like that stuff. They love being abused, fucked, and humiliated. It makes them wet, and we, the gentlemen in this world, have to respect that." Zach’s dad explained. "But for guys, it’s the opposite. No boy wanted to be pushed out of his chair." He added as he leaned closer to Zach with a serious look.

"I understand, sir." Zach lowered his head, expressing an embarrassed look, but deep inside he was laughing. "I’m sorry for what I did." He said, but not to apologize, he doesn’t need to; he didn’t do anything wrong. Instead, he just wants to end his parents' tutoring; it's starting to bore him.