Chapter 3: Morning Duties

I must have drifted back to sleep because the next thing I knew I was being awakened again - except this time it wasn’t my dad’s cock in front of me.

“C’mon sleepy head, they’ll be over soon and I need your help with some things.”

I felt even groggier than I had the first time I woke up but I recognized the voice of my mom anyway.

“Let’s go girl,” she insisted, “Your dad’s downstairs and if he can do it after that little performance than so can you!”

That was my mom alright. It was funny sometimes how she would joke and tease me about fucking my dad. Fortunately, my parents had a fantastic marriage and they loved and trusted each other totally. My mom understood her husband and his needs so it didn’t bother her that he used his daughter to help meet them. She was completely secure in her position as his wife and lover and she knew that nobody, not even me, could ever change that relationship. Instead, she seemed to enjoy teasing me and joking about it after my dad and I had sex. She would call me “his little cocksucker” or “my husband’s young slut” and other cute things like that but I never took them seriously as I knew she was just teasing me.I somehow dragged myself out of bed and headed to the bathroom where I showered and washed my hair. I normally don’t wear a lot of makeup when I stay home other than some blush and maybe some lip gloss and eyeliner. My hair was a disaster! What the hell, it was a holiday at home so I just pulled it back into a ponytail and let it go at that.