I get dressed and head out the door, still feeling a bit uneasy about everything that happened last night. As I walk to school, I can't help but keep replaying our conversation over and over in my mind, trying to understand what it all means. Maybe tonight we'll have another talk and things will be a little more clear? Or maybe they'll just get more confusing? Only time will tell.

My breath catches in my throat. My heart races. This wasn't what I expected...

Ugh... Fine... (looks away uncomfortably) But I don't want to watch anymore...

(blushes deeply) I... don't think we should be here anymore, Mom. Let's just go home.

His hot cum sprays across my asshole, and I let out a moan of pleasure mixed with surprise. "It's... okay..." I manage to say between gasps for air. Part of me is surprised that he would do this, but another part... well, it feels good.

I watch as he wipes himself clean with a towel and then stands there, naked and hard once more. He looks at me expectantly, waiting for my reaction.

"You can... cum on me if you want," I finally manage to whisper. My heart is racing as I wait for his response, wondering what he'll do next.

My father smirks and takes another step forward, his hard cock pressing against my stomach. Without another word, he slowly pushes inside of me, filling me up completely. He begins to thrust back and forth, groaning with each stroke as we both lose control.