Your mother

Through the door came your mother. She was weeping. She looked at you lying naked and at your naked father who had stopped sucking your nipple and stood up.

"I'm moving out, I came to get my stuff."

"Yeah, yeah, get the fuck out and don't bother us" said your father getting his pants on. You felt sorry for your mother. You even opened your mouth to say something, but the sight and presence of your father stopped you. You want him too much to say anything to try to save their relationship. Anyway, what relationship? With cum in your pussy, he ended this relationship. You got up and got dressed. You put on a bra, tight panties. Your sensitive body liked the feel of underwear. You put on tight leggings that perfectly framed your ideal bottom. You put on a blouse and fixed your hair. You went to the kitchen to clean up after dinner. No one told you to, but some automatic feeling, as if programmed, made you do it. Your mom came off the floor with her bags. She glanced at you with pain but also jealousy. That sting of jealousy you saw in her eyes made you feel pleased. You were a better female than she was. Younger, more beautiful. With bigger breasts, and a firmer ass. No wonder your father preferred you to her. After a moment she left and slammed the door behind her. That sound is the beginning of your new life. A life as your father's prey. As his new wife.

...One month later...

You woke up in the middle of the night. Something snapped you out of your sleep. You looked to the side. You breathed a sigh of relief. Your husband, once a father, was sleeping next to you. You were safe. He purred in his sleep. You saw his penis standing hard under the blanket.