Her father interrupted our moment. “That’s enough.”
He grabbed my hair and pulled me away. Kelly pulled herself off the table, caught her balance. Her legs still a little unstable.
I then stood.
“Look daddy, mom’s dripping. She’s turned on. Poor thing needs a little release.”
Jake smiled, “Mary get on the table, lay on your back and finger yourself till you cum.”
I lay on the table, my back feeling the cool wetness of my daughter’s sweat she had left on the table. I place my feet on the table, spread my thighs wide, showing my puffy pussy lips and wet cunt to them. I reached down with my left hand and started to manipulate my pussy lips with my fingers as I pressed my stiff clit between my thumb and index finger. I took my other hand and pushed a sagging tit from my side and massaged it gently, pinching its hard nipple.
Laying there completely exposed to my husband and young daughter, fingering myself, obeying their orders without hesitation. Reminded me of my place, that I was owned by them. That to them I was nothing more than a bitch to be used for their own pleasure and amusement.
With that thought, I closed my thighs hard against my hand as it dug into my pussy. My body quivering and quacking to a well needed satisfying orgasm.
As my climax ebbed, my thighs fell open, releasing my hand from its confines. I looked over, Kelly was pulling up her pink-laced panties covering her pussy, while Jake was finishing buckling his pants. They weren’t even looking at me. I felt ashamed and humiliated. I lay on the table now just staring up at the chandler.
Kelly spoke as she pulled her sundress over her head and down to cover herself, “Dad, I’ll see you tomorrow night for dinner. I can’t wait to see Johnny.”
“Okay honey,” he leaned over giving her a more than fatherly kiss on the mouth and patting her ass as she sashayed her way to the front door.
Jake watched her leave, then walked out of the dining room and up the stairs without looking back at or saying a word to me.
I lay there on the dining room table for a few minutes. Feeling humiliated, degraded, used and discarded. Staring at nothing and feeling the same.
Then Kelly’s words came back to me, haunted me. “I can’t wait to see Johnny.” OH GOD, NO! Please leave my baby alone. He’s mine, he’s mine, he’s mine.
I felt anger, then I thought, how can I make him mine. How can I get a grip on him before Kelly does, before anyone does? Would she even try? I sat up. ‘I need a shower.’ I said to myself. I went upstairs. Jake was already in the shower so I stepped into the hallway bath to wash the filth off me, both literally and figuratively.
John is coming home tomorrow. I made a vow to myself. He’s mine. John is mine. My son will be my lover.
Next: A son seduced.
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