Date: Wed, 12 Nov 2014 06:45:01 +0000 (UTC)
From: Carl Robinson <niftytakechargedad@yahoo.com>
Subject: Taking Charge of My Family - 1 (new Bisexual/incest series)

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Taking Charge of My Family – 1by Take Charge Dad

 The clichι is that there is onemoment when things change in your life,
but the reality is that it isusually an accumulation of small things that
start building up untilsomething happens and the dam bursts. Such was the
case with me;there was not just one thing that led me to me taking my
adultdaughter over my knee and spanking her bare ass while her
kidswatched. It was an ever building litany of small indignations
thattriggered me to finally take charge of my life and my
family. Thespecific cause was just another incident in a serious of events
thatlead me from being a meek 'pussywhipped' man into a dominant fatherand
grandfather who would not tolerate being lied to and disrespectedin my own
house.

 I had always been a mild manner man, amodern sensitive man that was
respectful of women. If her mother wasstill here I am certain this would
never have happened. Ever since Imeet Joan in college I had deferred to
her, in the planning of ourfamily, in our careers, in where we lived, and
in how we disciplinedour children. If I went to see a shrink, he would
explain to me how Iacquiesced to my wife in order to avoid conflict, and I
avoidedconflict because I had been traumatized by my emotionally
abusivemother who was constantly fighting with my father. The shrink
wouldsay something about how my behavior was a learned copping mechanismand
that I was mimicking the behavior of my father.

 I guess my wife's death was the firstevent that begun this transformation
and set in motion everythingthat followed. I met Joan Harrington when we
were both in collegetogether. She was smart, attractive, and knew what she
wanted, whichat the time was me. We dated while in school and after we
graduated,we got married. My wife always took the lead in our relationship
andtold me what to do. It was what I was used too from my childhood, andI
found it easier to just let her make all the decisions. I alwayssaid I was
a feminist and it did not bother me that my wife was astrong independent
woman, even when she kept her name after wemarried. "The Harrington's came
over on the Mayflower and I amproud of my family name," she
explained. Whatever; it didn't reallymatter to me, although I did feel a
little resentful when sheinsisted that the children have her last name
instead of mine or ahyphenated combination. I buried my feelings and went
along to getalong; it was what I always did.

 Joan lived her life by checklists andthe next items on her checklist were
kids and law school. She wasalways a driven overachiever, the shrink would
have field day withher upbringing. I got a job at a small architecture firm
that paidthe bills and provided insurance while she went to law
school. Shemanaged to have two kids while in law school, and still passed
thebar exam on her first try. She got a job with a large national lawfirm
after graduation. Between our two salaries, we were able toafford a home in
a nice up and coming suburb with good schools andhire a staff to take care
of it and raise our kids while we worked.

 In retrospect, outsourcing the raisingof our two kids was a mistake. Sara
and Matt ended up being greatdisappointments to Joan. Part of that was my
fault; I spoiled them. Igrew up poor, but was blessed with physical talent
and just enoughintelligence to make the most of it. I managed to get a
scholarshipbecause I had some talent for tossing an orange ball through a
roundhoop, not enough talent to play professional basketball, but enoughto
have a college pay my way in exchange for playing for them. Whenthe kids
were born, I was always there to get them the latest toys,gadgets, or just
give them money when they asked.

 It is funny looking back at it now,but my relationship with Joan was
pretty much the opposite of theusual male-female dynamic. She was the smart
driven career orientedspouse, while I was the trophy arm candy; a physical
specimen thatshe could show off, yet still smart enough and with a
respectable jobso that she could take me to work functions without
beingembarrassed. I guess I was lucky that she never traded me in for
ayounger model, although I suspect she had an affair with one of herfellow
law partners. Even today at fifty-eight would still beconsidered good
looking, a regular silver fox; six feet tall, lean, afull head of silver
hair, square jaw, and blue eyes.

 As for our kids, Sara ended updropping out of college and moving to New
York to pursue a career asan actress. Joan was furious and insisted that we
cut her off. In oneof my rare acts of defiance, I went behind my wife's
back and sentSara some money every month to help her out. No one will be
shockedto learn that Sara never became a successful actress. She did
manageto live the high life in the big city for a few years, although
shequickly got pregnant with her first child, Ricky; his given name
isRicardo.

 Ricky is fifteen now and a young god.From Sara's side, he inherited my
athleticism and Joan'sintelligence. His father is a Puerto Rican that
worked as a bouncerat the strip club where Sara worked for a few years
while 'waiting tobe discovered'. The boy is already as tall as me and has
put onmuscle now that he is getting a diet of nutritious food on a
regularbasis. He has light mocha colored skin, black wavy hair, and
darkbrown eyes. The boy is also gifted in the cock department. His cockis
already seven inches and as thick as my own eight inch cock. I betthat by
the time it stops growing it could reach ten inches.

 A couple years after she had Ricky,Sara had another child, Katy, short for
Katherine. The father thistime was Irish, probably another bouncer. Katy is
twelve years oldand a little charmer. She is small and slender with tiny
littlebudding breasts. While thin, her ass is starting to take on a
niceshape. She has long curly red hair and bright green eyes, plus
thesweetest most innocent smile that masks a naughty temptress
inside.Fortunately at a few complaints at first, she is taking to
thetraditional female role like a fish to water and will make some man
aperfect wife when she grows up.

 I had very little contact with Saraaround the time Katy was born, other
than to send her some moneyevery now and then to help with whatever the
emergency was thatmonth. Of course I always sent money for the grandkids,
even if atthis point I suspected that Sara was more likely to end up as
aprostitute than an actress. Still I kept sending her money and neversaid
anything to Joan, as she had officially excommunicated Sara fromthe family.

 Shortly after she gave birth to Katy,Sara got pregnant again. She claims
the father was a young WallStreet banker, not that Sara was able to take
advantage of finallycatching some wealthy sperm in her well used cunt. When
she calledand told me she was pregnant again, I offered to pay for an
abortion,as I knew three kids would be too much for her to take care
of. Intears Sara told me that she couldn't kill her baby. Eventually I
putmy foot down and I told her that this would be her last child and ifshe
had anymore kids I was done. I let her know that I would onlysend her money
if she went on the pill, and stayed on it. One morekid and the money would
end. Whether she respected my decision orcame to realize she had her hands
full with three kids, there havebeen no more kids after Madison.

 I am glad she insisted on keepingMadison. The boy is the sweetest little
boy, even if he is easy tomistake for a girl sometimes. He is ten years old
and I'd bet my lastdollar that the boy is homosexual. He is a walking,
talking littlestereotype of a sissy. He has soft blond hair that he likes
to wearlong, feminine features, and rather than imitating his big
brotherRicky, he spends his time following his sister around and
playingwith her old dolls.

 As for my other child, Matt, I guessmy son could be considered
successful. Unfortunately, he followed inmy footsteps; he married his
mother. Of course that didn't sit wellwith Joan. A man can serve only one
mistress, and Joan could notstand Victoria stealing her little boy from
her. The feeling wasmutual, as Victoria loathed how Joan was always trying
to tell Mattwhat to do. The first several Christmases were unbearable as
everyonewas on edge and fear that Joan and Victoria would come to blows
inthe middle of the living room. After their twins were born, Matt
andVictoria were always 'too busy' to travel with the twins and
stoppedvisiting for the holidays. Their visits became less frequent
andeventually stopped altogether. When Matt came to say goodbye to hisdying
mother, it was the first time we had seen them in five years.Victoria and
the twins, now eight years old, didn't come with him.

 Joan lived her life according to achecklist, and if something happened
that was not on her checklist,she did her best to ignore it. Unfortunately
that also included braincancer. Getting sick was not on her checklist, so
she ignored thesymptoms until it was too late, although even if it had been
caughtearlier, the chances would not have been much better. She
tookpain-killers for the headaches. She made extensive lists, notes, andset
reminders to compensate for her faulty memory. Eventually thoughshe
couldn't keep ignoring it, and by then it was just a matter of afew weeks
before she died. It all happened so quick. I guess I shouldcount my
blessings, if there was one thing that Joan was, she was ameticulous
planner. Between the term insurance she had purchased whenwhen the kids
were young, and her retirement accounts at her lawfirm, I was well provided
for after her death.

 I spent for the first few weeks in afog. I took a leave of absence from my
job that eventually becamepermanent. No one really cared; I had long ago
gotten off the partnertrack at my firm. I had found I enjoyed spending my
time at job sitesworking with the construction crews rather than schmoozing
clientsand never complained when I was passed over for promotions. So
afteralmost sixty years of doing what I was told, first by my mother
andthan by my wife, I found myself alone and in charge of my own life. Iput
our house in the suburb up for sale and moved to our vacationhome up in the
mountains. It sits on a lake with its own privatedock. I started my own
construction and architecture consultingbusiness to keep myself busy. I
also bought myself a couple new toys,a brand new power boat and a new fully
loaded truck, complete withthe latest technology and stuff.

 I also stopped answering the phonewhen Sara called and refused to reply to
her emails begging for moremoney. I was tired of being put upon, told what
to do, andsacrificing my own wants and desires for the women in my life. I
wasenjoying life on my own terms for once. I guess I could have goneinto
town and gotten laid, but I was too afraid of falling back intomy old ways
and ending up with a woman that would boss me around. SoI explored the
world wide web of porn.

 Ten days ago, after almost a year ofbeing ignored, Sara showed up on my
doorstep, her three kids in tow.She begged and pleaded for money. She was
broke, in debt, and hadbeen evicted. She didn't have enough money to rent a
new place. Shewanted me to give her a loan to pay off all her credit cards
and renta new apartment. She had the audacity to argue that she deserved
someof her mother's insurance money, even going so far as to say that
hermother would have wanted me to give it her. I looked past my daughterand
took a look at Ricky, Katy, and Madison, my grandchildren. Icould see the
shame and embarrassment they felt written all overtheir faces.

 The old me would have given Sara themoney and sent her on her way; I could
certainly afford it. It wouldhave been the easy thing to do; give a crying
woman what she wants.That is what I had learned by example from my
father. Instead, I tookcharge for once. I laid down the law. If she wanted
my help, it wouldbe on my terms. She would have to do what I said. First,
she wouldneed to make me guardian of her kids. At fifteen, twelve, and
ten,they deserved to finally have some stability; they needed to have
afather figure in their lives. I was tired of her making them sufferfor her
mistakes.

 Second, she would have to suffer theconsequences of her choices, if that
meant declaring bankruptcy, thenso be it. If she needed a place to live,
she could stay here with meand the kids, but since she was an adult, she
would be expected toearn her keep by doing the things that were expected of
a real woman.

 Needless to say, she was surprised anddidn't believe me at first. Then she
got angry and yelled at me whenI wouldn't back down. Suddenly I was no
longer a fifty-eight-year-oldman standing in the doorway of his own home
but an eight-year-old boysitting in the living room; watching as my mother
yelled at my dadyet again, wishing that my dad would stand up for
himself. My mindwas screaming at my dad to be a man for once. The next
thing I knewmy hand was in motion and I slapped my daughter across the
face."Shut up," I said flatly, my voice calm with no anger in it. Alook of
complete shock spread across her face as her check turnedred, but she
finally stopped yelling at me.

 I turned and looked over at Ricky,Katy, and Madison. Ricky and Katy looked
shocked and Madison lookedconfused. "Kids, I have given your mother a
choice but I believethe three of you are old enough to make your own
decisions. You canstand there and let your mother make your choice for you,
or you canchose for yourselves. Grab your bags and come in the house if
youwant to live here with me. If you chose to live here, you will haveto
live by my rules but I will make sure you are provide for. You canstay here
till your graduate high school and if you want to go tocollege I will pay
for it. If you don't want to go to college that isfine too; I will help you
pursue whatever career you do want. I willrespect and support you as long
as you give me respect as the head ofthis household."

 Ricky was the first to react. Hesurveyed the scene, taking a look at the
large house on a lake, theboat down at the dock, the large pickup in the
driveway parked nextto my Audi. He didn't say a word, but a gave a little
smirk. Heturned and pulled a backpack out of their old beat up mini-van
thenwent to the back and removed a suitcase. He strutted confidentiallyup
the walkway and gave his mother a contemptuous look; she hung herhead in
shame as she stepped out of the doorway so he could enter.

 "You can have the guest bedroomdownstairs. We will go into town tomorrow
so you can start making ityour own," I said to Ricky as he entered the
house.

 "Thank you, sir," he said beforeturning and looking back at Katy and
Madison, "If you two aresmart, you will take Grandpa up on his offer." Then
he headed intothe house and down the stairs to his new bedroom.

 Katy first looked over at her mother,then me, then turned and whispered
something into Madison's ear. Thesmall ten-year-old boy nodded to her then
looked over at me and saidin his high pitched voice, "Grampa can you help
me carry my bag?Its too heavy for me. Ricky loaded it into the car." While
I wastired of being ordered around by women, there was something about
myeffeminate young grandson asking for help that brought out mychivalrous
nature.

 "Certainly baby, I'll bring your bagin," I said as I walked out to the
car. Katy was struggling to gether own suitcase out of the trunk, so I
grabbed it and Madison'ssuitcase and carried them to the house. "I hope you
two don't mindsharing a room for a bit. I'll add an addition on the house
soon, butin the meantime you'll have to share," I said as to them as
theyfollowed along behind me.

 Katy smiled and gave a little giggle,"We don't mind, do we Maddy?"

 It was more of a statement than aquestion requiring an answer from the
little boy, but he blushed andanswered anyway, "Ricky, Katy and me all
shared a room back at ourold place. We don't mind."

 "Good, than follow me, your roomwill be next to mine up here on the main
floor," I said as I ledthem into the house.

 Sara was sobbing quietly as I passedher on my way into the house. "Okay,
you win. I agree to yourconditions. I can't leave my kids. I'll take the
downstairs bedroomand let Ricky know to move his things upstairs to the
kids room,"she said as she turned to get her things from the car.

 "Sorry, the bedrooms were on a firstcome, first served basis. You will
have to sleep on the couch," Isaid coldly as I walked passed her carrying
Katy and Madison's bagsto their room.

 The first week was the toughest. Thekids were not used to having to obey
any rules and each of themexcept Madison challenged me at least once. I
went downstairs andheard giggling from Ricky's bedroom and when I went to
the door itwas locked. When he opened it in response to my knocking, I saw
thatKaty was in the room wearing one of her summer dresses and playingwith
a doll while sitting on the floor. They were both flushed,although it was
harder to notice on Ricky. I was not sure what wasgoing on, but I had my
suspicions. I let Ricky know that from now onhe was not to have his door
locked when he was in his room with hissister. Ricky agreed, but the very
next day it happened again. I lethim know that disobeying a request had
consequences. Ricky protestedwhen I removed the lock from his door as
punishment for disobeyingme. He quickly shut up when I threatened to remove
the entire door ifhe said complained one more time.

 Katy for her part took after hermother and was lazy, not wanting to do any
chores. When she refusedto help with the housework, I confined her to her
room and madeMadison sleep downstairs with his brother. Katy lasted two
days in'solitary' confinement, only getting to leave her room to use
thebathroom, before she broke and started doing her chores.

 Madison was an absolute angel. He wasnaturally submissive and offered to
do Katy's chores for her when sherefused. I let him know that he was very
kind to try to help hissister out, but that she needed to learn a
lesson. Madison spent mostof his day following me around and quietly
playing with his Katy'sold dolls while I worked on the computer.

 Sara on the other hand was anightmare. She hardly said anything that
wasn't a complaint. Shewould often head into town after dinner and come
home drunk. I wasamazed that she didn't crash or get pulled over for drunk
driving. Nomatter how much I scolded her or threatened her, she wouldn't
changeher attitude although she did cook our meals and help clean thehouse,
complaining the whole time. It was one of the evenings whenshe left to go
into town that finally led to where we are now, withSara naked on my lap,
her ass red from getting spanked, and her threekids trying to spy on what
is taking place in the living room.

 Tonight when Sara left for town, Iopened up her laptop and checked her
history. I was able to open upher email account as she had it set up to log
here in automatically.Inside I found several email chains from the past
week. She had beenmeeting guys on craigslist and arranging to meet them
down at one ofthe bars. From the follow up emails, it was obvious that my
daughterwas a slut that was sleeping with just about any guy that would
giveher the time of day.

 I had to put an end to this, so Icalled up Dan, a local deputy sheriffs
who I had done some remodelingwork for a couple months ago. I explained
that my daughter was oftendriving home drunk and that I need his help in
putting a stop to it,but that I didn't want her arrested. He agreed to
help. Even thoughhe was technically off-duty, he waited in his cruiser down
where theroad up to our house met the highway. Sure enough she blew a .10
whenhe pulled her over on her way back home. He left her car down at
thehighway, put her in cuffs, and brought her home.

 When he got here, he explained to usthat he was obligated to write up a
report and turn it in, but thathe was going to recommend that the
prosecutor not file charges yet.As long as none of the sheriffs saw my
daughter out driving at night,the DA wouldn't file the charges. There was a
one-year statute oflimitations on the DUI charge, so in effect my daughter
was nowconfined to the house at night for one year.

 Sara was absolutely humiliated andcowed by bring dragged home in
handcuffs. After Dan left, I orderedSara into the living the room. I asked
her what she had been doing.She lied and said she had just gone down to the
bar to hang out withone of the waitresses there that she considered a
friend. She claimedshe only had a couple drinks and that the Breathalyzer
must have beenoff.

 "Are you sure that is what you weredoing Sara? If you are lying to me, I
am going to punish you and I amnot going to show you any mercy," I said,
giving her one lastchance to come clean.

 "Yes, Daddy, that's the truth. Iswear," she said.

 "Sara, I am very sorry about this,but I am done putting up with your lies
and your disrespect. I knowyou went to the bar to meet a man named Doug. I
read your emails,"I said.

 "How dare you invade my privacy likethat," she protested, her humiliation
at the situation giving wayto anger at the invasion of her privacy.

 "Shut up Sara, this is my house andyou agreed to obey me while you lived
her. Instead of taking this asan opportunity to get your life together, you
have been wasting it,getting drunk and being a slut. This ends now," I
growled as Iwalked over to her. She wanted to continue to protest but the
look onmy face kept her silent. I reached over and ripped her blouse
open,buttons flying everywhere as I pulled it off. She didn't have a braon,
probably didn't bother to put it back on after having sex withDoug. Next, I
reached down and pulled her jeans and panties down, Icould see that the
crotch of her panties were soaked with cum. Ipicked her up and carried her
to the couch then sat down and held heron my lap.

 As I began to spank her, she startedcrying and screaming out in
pain. After a couple blows I looked upand saw that all the commotion had
drawn the attention of the kids.Katy and Madison were peeking around the
corner of the hallway thatlead to the bedrooms on this level, while Ricky
was standing in thedoorway of the stairs to the lower level.

 "You might as well come in here kidsand see what happens when you don't
follow the rules. Your motheralmost got arrested tonight because she would
rather be a drunkenfilthy slut than spend time with her family," I said as
I resumedspanking my daughter.

 "No, please, not in front of thekids," she begged.

 "Shut up bitch," I snarled, "Itis time they learn the truth about their
mother. You've always putyourself and your needs first. Things are going to
change as of now.You will not leave this house until you have learned to
put the needsof our family first," I explained as I continued to slap her
ass.

 I looked over and the three kids werenow all standing next to each other
on the other side of the room.Ricky was wearing just a pair of boxer briefs
and his hard dick wasclearly visible through the thin black cotton. Katy
was wearing amodest cotton night gown, but had her hand in her
crotchabsentmindedly rubbing herself as she alternated between looking
ather mother and sneaking glances at Ricky's erection. Madison wassucking
his thumb as he stood there in his My Little Pony pajamas.

 I would say I didn't know what cameover me at that moment, but I do
know. It was a lifetime ofsuppressing my anger and a year without having
sex that made me doit. The need to make Sara's humiliation complete and my
own horninesscombined to drive all rational thought from my head. I
stoppedspanking her, but used my hand to hold her firmly in place on my
lap,I knew she could feel my own hard cock pressing against her
stomach."Ricky, come over here," I ordered. Sara continued to cry butdidn't
say anything.

 He swallowed nervously but obeyed,"Yes sir."

 "Sara, from now on, if you feel theneed to make a slut out of yourself,
you are at least going to makesure you are taking care of the needs of the
men in this familyfirst," I said.

 "No, please," sobbed Sara as sheturned and saw Ricky standing next to
us. I noticed though that hereyes were glued to the obscene bulge in his
briefs.

 "Ricky is a horny teenage boy, hehas a man's needs and instead of being
the town slut you are going totake care of his needs now," I explained.

 "Um, I'm fine grandpa, really, youdon't need to make her do this," said
Ricky feeling sorry for hismother.

 "No Ricky I do. Your mother needs tolearn a lesson and you need a sexual
outlet other than your sister.You don't seem to have any issue with having
sex with Katy," Iresponded, gambling about the suspicious I had on what
they had beendoing when locked in his room. "Since your mother failed at
findingherself a man that would take care of you kids, you get to the be
theman in your family now Ricky. Are you going to let your woman
whoreherself out to the locals in exchange for drinks? Your bitch has
beengoing out and getting breed by random studs. Look, her cunt is
stilldripping with some stranger's cum," I said, taunting the boy.

 The look on Ricky's face let me knowmy guess was correct. Knowing that I
already knew about hisrelationship with his sister seemed to resolve
Ricky's internalconflict. He reached down and groped himself through his
boxerbriefs. "That right bitch? You being risking your life, sleepingaround
with stranger white trash locals and driving drunk when youcould have been
staying home and taking care of this," he said ashe pulled his briefs down
and freed his hard seven inch uncut cock.

 "No please, Ricky, this is wrong,"said Sara, tears streaming down her
face.

 "Wrong?!? Wrong?!? Don't you fuckingdare tell me what is wrong. Katy told
me what you made her do,"said Ricky angrily. It was at that moment that I
felt Sara break. Shestopped struggling and went limp. She buried her head
in the couchand wept uncontrollably.

 I looked over at Katy. The girl hadher night gown hiked up and her hand
was busy rubbing against herbare pubescent mound. "What happened Katy? What
did your mothermake you do?" I asked.

 "A couple months ago when she didn'thave rent money, she made me play with
myself while the landlord tookphotos. The landlord's wife found the photos
and threatened to go tothe police if we didn't move out. That's why we had
to come here,"she explained.

 "You fucking cunt! You whored outyour twelve-year-old daughter?!?" I
yelled at Sara. She didn't denyit, instead she just continued to cry into
the couch.

 "It's okay Grandpa, I didn't mind. Ikind of liked it. He made me feel
sexy," said Katy.

 I stared at Katy with my mouth open.The little girl with the innocent
smile was a slut, just like hermother. Katy locked eyes with me and gave me
that innocent smile ofhers as she reached down and pulled her night gown
off over her head.

 "I hope you aren't mad at me andRicky for fooling around. It's my fault; I
made Ricky play with me. Iwas so turned on by posing for the landlord that
I told Ricky aboutit. When I saw him get hard, I showed off for him," she
said.

 "Have you and Ricky fucked?" Iasked.

 "No sir," responded Ricky quickly."We started out just touched each
other. When we got here and had Iroom with a lock, I licked her and she
sucked me. That was as far aswe got when you knocked. We've talked about
trying to fuck but aren'tsure how to go about it; I'm so big and her hole
is so small," heexplained. I believed him.

 "Well kids, then it is time you hadsome hands on sex education," I said. I
noticed that Madison seemedconfused about what was going on and was just
standing there. He hadhis own hand on his groin and his eyes were glued to
Ricky's bigdick. "Gather round kids, Ricky is going to lose his virginity
andlearn how to fuck a woman," I said.

 I pushed Sara off my lap on onto thefloor. "Finish removing your clothes,"
I ordered her. I lookedover at Madison and patted the couch cushion next to
me, "Madison,come sit here next to me."

 Madison climbed on the couch and satdown next to me. The boy looked to be
on the edge of crying, theintensity of the scene unfolding before him was
too much. I put myarm around the boy and hugged him to my side. "It is
going to beokay Madison. Your mommy was a bad tonight and disobeyed the
rules,so I spanked her to punish her. She also made Katy do something
sheshouldn't so now she is going to help me teach Ricky and Katy whatsex
is. Isn't that right Sara?"

 Sara was sitting on her ass as shefinished the job of removing her pants
and panties. She still hadtears in her eyes but she was no longer
sobbing. "Everything isgoing to be okay baby. Mommy's been a bad girl and
your grandfatherwas right to punish me. I haven't been treating you kids
right andnow I'm going to start making up for it," she said looking first
atMadison then at me as she finished. Madison relaxed a little andleaned
his head against my shoulder.

 "Katy, come sit next to me," Isaid, patting the other side of the couch
from where Madison wassitting.

 Once Sara was finished getting naked,I started playing director. "Get on
your hands and knees," Iordered Sara, motioning with my hand how I wanted
her.

 Ricky was still standing where he hadbeen, his underwear hooked down under
his balls as he slowly strokedhis thick cock and occasionally rubbing the
precum that was leakingfrom the tip around the head. "Okay Rick, take your
underwear offand get on your knees behind your mother," I said. The boy
wasnervous but enthusiastic in following my directions.

 "Now usually there would be someforeplay first, some petting, a little
oral sex, things like that inorder to make sure you are hard and your woman
is wet. But yourmother's pussy is already wet and slick with cum and you
arecertainly ready to go, so just rub the head of your cock against
herpussy lips a few times to get it slick then push it in. Grab her hipsand
move her ass up or down if you need to adjust the height to get agood angle
to enter," I instructed.

 Ricky did as instructed. He rubbed thehead of his cock against her swollen
pussy lips then pushed himselfinto her vagina. Sara moaned as the son's
thick cock entered her. AsRicky adjusted his mother so that he could start
thrusting in andout, I felt Katy reach across me. When I looked down I saw
and felther placing Madison's small hand on top of my khaki covered
erection.Little Madison stared at his older brother fucking his mother
whilehe had one hand up at his mouth sucking on his thumb and his otherhand
was trapped between my hard cock and his sisters hand. Katyguided the boy's
hand back and forth across cock until he got thehint and started doing it
himself.

 I looked over at Katy and she gave methat sweet smile of hers as we locked
eyes again. She licked her lipsas she reached back and took my hand that
was resting on hershoulder. She brought my hand to her mouth and sucked on
my indexfinger for a few seconds then pulled my hand down and placed it
onher pussy. I leaned over and kissed her, forcing my tongue into hermouth
as I started gently playing with her clit.

 "Oh yeah, fuck me Ricky," criedSara from the floor in front of us as Ricky
started hammering hiscock into her. That broke the spell that Katy had over
me and brokeoff our kiss to turn my attention back to the task at hand,
teachingRicky how to fuck.

 "Grab her hips and pull her backagainst you as you thrust forward," I
instructed Ricky as Icontinued to play with Katy's pussy with one hand
while Madisonrubbed my cock through my pants.

 "Ugh, ugh, ugh," grunted Sara intime with Ricky's thrusts as his cock
bottomed out against her cervixwith every thrust.

 "This is what a rough fucking lookslike kids. Sex is not always like this,
sometimes it will be slow andgentle as you make love to each other. Other
times it will be likethis, quick and brutal as your animal instincts take
over and youseek to get off as quickly as possible. Sometimes it will be
acombination of the two. There is no right or wrong way to do it,"
Iexplained, although I don't know how much of the verbal lesson wasgetting
through to the kids.

 Ricky certainly was no longer payingattention as his world had narrowed to
the feeling of his cockpounding in and out of his mother's hot wet cunt. As
was common forteenage boys, Ricky did not last long. His strokes got
shorter andand his breath quickened. He looked over at me with a
questioningexpression, "I'm close," he stated.

 "Go ahead and shoot your spunkinside her, she's on the pill so its safe,"
I said.

 "Oh fuck," he moaned as he buriedhis cock inside her vagina and blasted
his cum into her.

 "Oh yeah, give her your load Ricky,"moaned Katy as she started shaking as
her own orgasm took over heryoung body. The intensity of the scene and
Madison's gentle caressingof my cock would have been enough to get me off,
but I had otherplans and enough experience that I could control myself.

 When he was finished Ricky fell backand sat on his heals to catch his
breath. I took my hand off Katy'spussy after her organism subsided and
unzipped my pants, finallyfreeing my cock. Katy gasped when she saw
it. Madison giggled andshouted out, "Grampa's pee pee is bigger than
Ricky's!"

 I smiled at Madison and tussled hishair, "It is now, but I bet Ricky's
will be bigger than mine beforetoo long."

 "Nuh uh," said Madison notbelieving me.

 I just smiled at him before turning toSara, who had collapsed onto the
floor after Ricky finished with her."Get up her and suck my cock. It is the
least you can do to thankme for not kicking you out of the house tonight,"
I ordered.

 Sara picked herself up off the floorand crawled over to the couch. "Yes
sir. I'm sorry being such a badgirl Daddy. I'll be good from now on," she
said than leaned downand took my cock into her mouth. For the first time in
a long time Ifinally believed my daughter was no longer lying to me. As I
shot myload down her throat I wondered why I had waited so long to
finallytake charge.



Cast of main characters (not allappearing in every chapter):

Carl Robinson – 58 (narrator) Joan Harrington – 58 (deceased wifeof
Carl) Sara Harrington – 35 (daughter ofCarl and Joan)Matt
Harrington-Hughes – 33 (son ofCarl and Joan)Victoria Harrington-Hughes –
33 (wifeof Matt)

Ricardo Harrington – 15 (son of Sara)Katie Harrington – 12 (daughter
ofSara)Madison Harrington 10 (son of Sara)

Jon Harrington-Hughes – 9 (son ofMatt/Victoria, twin brother of
Joan)Joan Harrington-Hughes – 9 (daughterof Matt/Victoria, twin sister
of Jon)