To Blow Off Some Steam

I didn't want to deal with shit right now, I needed something or someone to take my mind off it.

"Megan, tell me again about your wife." I say, trying to stay level headed.

"Emily? Oh well let's see, she's your daughter through Heather Winslow, some art teacher from when you were in high school, she's lesbian like me of course, and-" she went on before I stopped her.

"Did she ever fuck me?" I ask, an idea forming. "Oh, uh no actually. I've tried to convince her for years, but unlike me she's pretty strictly lesbian. She doesn't even like to sleep with me any time after I was with you. She still raises the kids, but I'm not sure if she's really happy about it." Megan tells me.

"Perfect. I'm going to **** your cunt of a wife." I announce sternly. "Call a car."

I hid beside the door as Megan opened it. I wanted to catch Emily fully by surprise.

"Megan honey, finally you're back. I missed you." Emily greeted. She looked like the spitting image of her mom, if I remember correctly. A pale, thin redhead, short and straight hair rather than her mother's curly hair, and glasses. The two began to kiss longingly. "I brought you a surprise, babe." Megan told her as the two broke from the kiss.

"Oh?" She asked with a smirk "And what would that be?"

"Me." I said coldly as I grabbed her by the neck and tossed her facedown across the armrest of a couch. "Megan, I want you film this for Por- I mean The Hub. I want everyone to see me **** your fucking wife and making my own grandchild." I instruct.

"You got it, daddy." Megan complied and pulled out her Port-Hole Lite as I ripped off Emily's denim shirt and tore her t-shirt to shreds. Either I was stronger than I remember or they can't make clothes for shit in the future.