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ARE YOU MY DAD NOW, MOTHERFUCKER???

Date: 11/8/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Sex Humor, Author: dantheman1980, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

motherfucker' 'No!' This is getting absurd. Who put 50p in the dickhead? He can't stop and I'm not sure he can hear himself anymore. I totally get that he'd insanely and probably even murderously angry at me considering the circumstances but I don't see where this is going. 'So she's not good enough for you? She's just a cheap fuck? Didn't you at least take her on a date?' 'Barry, that's enough. You don't dare tell me what do do with my life or my body,' Teresa yells from a distance. 'You'll show my mother the respect she deserves if you can't for your mates, do you understand?' 'What, Baz, I- 'DO YOU UNDERSTAND?' 'Yes, yes, just stop fucking narking on me for fuck's sake. Get out and give me some fucking space!' I yell and oddly Barry takes a step back and changes his attitude immediately.... 'Okay?' I ask. 'Okay dad, sorry,' he says and leaves the room. He goes to his own, closes the door and all is quiet. Only then does the distress really hit me and I see Teresa peering around the corner from the doorway and her hand is over her mouth. 'What just happened?' she whispers. 'I... I think I just lost my mind and this is some sort of episode and none of it's real,' I muster, picking my clothes up off the floor and getting dressed in a hurry. 'I'm so sorry, this is an absolute nightmare!' 'No, that's perfectly and terrifyingly alright,' I reply, feeling light headed and jacked full of anxiety. 'After all, hey, we seem to be married all of a sudden. That happened fast...' Then ... Barry comes back out of his room and demands pocket money. It's embarrassing. Even compared to being caught with my cock buried in his mother. He makes a scene, saying that I never give him anything and it's like watching a c***d having a temper tantrum. 'I can't fuck a girl without taking her out on a date,' he screams. 'Fucking grow up you tit, I get the message,' I yell and he storms out of the house. His mother his horrified and doesn't see that her housecoat has come undone in the heat of the moment and that her tits and bare pussy are on show. 'I'm so sorry,' she gasps. 'No, no, I'm sorry, this...' (Should never have happened?) 'This is all my fault. I broke his trust. I should leave...' 'Well let me see to that eye, first,' Teresa says, approaching me with her had outstretched to my face. I lift up my hand and then notice that my skin feels stiff and scabby. I rub my fingers against my eyebrow and notice that I've been bleeding. Shit. There goes my weekend, royally and utterly ruined. All my fault. Her hand feels gentle against the wound. She beckons me to follow her so she can get me seen to and shame burns me as we cross the threshold to the bathroom, where it all began. She bathes the wound carefully, getting rid of the bl**d. Luckily it's only a small cut and the swelling is nowhere as bad as it could have been. 'Will you be safe getting home?' Teresa asks. 'Hmm?' 'You're not concussed or anything? You might faint and end up in hospital. I could drive you home!' ...