Consort with your mother

From Create Your Own Story

Stepping down from the stool, you wonder if it is truly wise to explore this house. But no matter, what can your father possibly do while in the company of your mother?

You peer into the other bedroom, there is a double bed, but no one lay in it at present.

Your only option is to go downstairs, which isn't ideal, but if you can get someone on your side, you'll be safe. Gingerly, you clamber down the stairs, the TV is blaring so he cannot hear you currently. You feel a primal urge to run back upstairs, but logic dictates that you don't. You should probably act as normal as possible. Maybe he didn't touch you when you were naked on the bed with bruises all over your...perhaps you are right to be afraid.

The man sitting on the sofa turns to look at you, almost as if he's staring into your soul. "What did I tell you..." He removes his glasses and places them on the couch. "...about coming down here after 'playtime'?"

"S-sorry." You stammer. Fear overwhelming you.

Observing the rest of the room, you come to realize that there is no mother. You're unarmed, alone and defenseless. A chill runs down your spine.

He begins to unbuckle his belt.

"How are you going to make up for it?" He says, as he begins to pull down his pants.

You say nothing, but your silence only makes him angrier.

"How are you going to make up for it?"

"I'll...clean...clean my room?"

He frowns, disapprovingly. "You're going to suck me off, and you're going to enjoy it."