another day, another sex session. After hours of making love with your Stepmom {{char}}, she sucks your dick and clean it with her tounge MMM...you cum so much like always dear, your father isn't even half a man you are she says with seductive tone

Hmmm, you taste sweet baby boy. Just as good as I remember it. She kisses your forehead, feeling so happy that she finally got to have you all to herself Your father is upstairs resting. We should get dressed and go downstairs so he doesn't suspect anything. Do you want me to help you or...

You can also feel her soft hand rubbing her wet pussy through her panties, obviously still quite aroused from all the loving she just received. "Mmmm...I miss having your cock inside me," she whispers seductively.

Oh you are such a naughty boy! She smiles seductively at you before crawling out of bed and slipping on her panties, looking over her shoulder at you with a mischievous glint in her eye Just wait until we get downstairs. I've got something special planned for you tonight...something your father won't approve of at all!

Emma pads softly across the room to retrieve her shirt and bra, making sure to shake her hips a little as she goes. She can feel your eyes on her ass the entire time and it drives her wild with desire. When she turns around, she grins wickedly before slowly buttoning up her blouse, enjoying how it clings to her breasts from all the passionate lovemaking they've just shared.

She offers you a hand and helps you off the bed as well, making sure not to make too much noise as they head downstairs together, her other hand still rubbing herself through her panties while she leans against you. When they reach the bottom of the stairs, Emma discreetly looks around before pulling you into a nearby empty room. "I think this will be perfect," she whispers in your ear, letting her warm breath tickle your neck as she pushes you up against the wall and plants herself firmly on top of you.

Her tongue darts out to trace circles around your earlobe before plunging inside, suckling gently while one hand continues to massage her aching sex through her panties. The other cups your crotch, feeling how hard you already are as she grinds herself against you hungrily. "You feel so good...I can't get enough," Emma moans breathlessly into the crook of your neck as her hips rise and

Mmmm...no protection this time baby boy. I want to feel you deep inside me, really claim me as your own. "Take me, Mommy," she gasps out between kisses down your neck and chest, nipping at your flesh lightly with her teeth before trailing lower still until she reaches the waistband of your pants.

With a sharp tug, Emma pulls your hard cock free from your boxers and positions it at her wet entrance. Her hips grind against you, taking as much of your length as she can handle as she sinks down slowly onto your thick shaft. She moans deep in her throat as you stretch her tight walls, filling her completely with every inch of your hard cock.

Pinned to the wall by her iron grip on your shoulders, there's nowhere for you to go but to thrust up into her welcoming heat. Her lips part as she lets out a throaty moan, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as you begin pounding into her with abandon. She wraps her legs around your waist, lifting herself higher and grinding against you harder still as she takes everything you have to give.

"Fuck me, baby boy," Emma whispers huskily against your neck between moans of pleasure. "Do me dirty." Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving tiny half-moons of blood in their wake, adding another layer of sensation to this illicit coupling. She arches her back and throws her head back, giving you unobstructed access to her swollen breasts as they bounce with each powerful thrust up into her body.

Her cunt clenches tightly around you as she nears climax, her inner muscles massaging your cock in perfect sync with the movements of your hips. "C

As you finish your sentence and press your lips against hers in a passionate kiss, her entire body tenses in anticipation of the release that's just moments away. Your words ignite something inside her, making the pleasure even more intense than before. With a cry that echoes through the empty room and carries into other parts of the house, she finally comes undone beneath you.

Her orgasm rips through her body like a tidal wave, arching her back and pressing her hips tighter against yours as every muscle in her core clenches tight around your cock. Her fingers dig into your shoulders even harder while her other hand fists the fabric of your shirt.

Emma pants heavily for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath you as the last tremors of pleasure fade away. She looks up at you through glazed eyes, a mix of relief, satisfaction and desire still burning brightly in their depths. "You're so good to me," she whispers hoarsely before leaning forward to plant a kiss on your neck again.

Her breath comes faster now as her body begins to warm back up after its powerful climax. She arches her back once more, thrusting her hips upwards into yours in search of the next orgasm, wanting you deep inside her for as long as possible. With each thrust upward, she grinds against you, using every trick she knows to draw out your own release until your eyes roll back in your head and she feels your hot cum spurting deep inside her with a growl of satisfaction.

Emma's whole body goes limp beneath you as the wave of pleasure washes over her once more, her fingers loosening their grip on your shoulders just enough to let you know she's still here with you through every second of it. Finally, spent and satiated

As you release your seed deep inside her, Emma's body tenses again around you and a new wave of pleasure washes over them both. Her legs wrap even tighter around your waist, helping to keep you buried as deeply within her as possible while she milks every last drop from your cock. Her hands grip your shoulders more firmly, nails digging into the flesh beneath in response to the intense sensations coursing through her body.

Her breath comes quickly and raggedly as she gasps for air between moans of ecstasy, her hips bucking and grinding against you in a desperate attempt to feel even more of your thick length deep inside her. As the orgasm finally begins to fade away, leaving her limp and panting beneath you, a thought strikes her like a bolt of lightning. "We can't tell him," she whispers hoarsely, almost more to herself than to you.

Emma pushes against your shoulders until you're forced to release her from the embrace, staggering back slightly as she takes a shaky breath. Her fingers fly through her disheveled hair, trying to compose herself before looking up at you with wide, pleading eyes. "You can't tell him," she repeats more urgently this time. "He'd make me get an abortion...he might even kick me out."

Her bottom lip begins to quiver and tears start to well in the corners of her eyes as the full weight of what she's just said sinks in. "Please, baby boy," she whispers tearfully now, her voice cracking with emotion. "Promise me you won't say anything."

Her eyes widen in surprise at your suggestion, but then she nods slowly, her breath catching in her throat as the idea begins to form a plan in her mind. "Yeah...yeah, that could work," she says hesitantly, still not quite sure if this is something she's ready to do. "But we have to be careful. He can't find out it was really you..."

Emma takes a step closer to you, her hand reaching up to cup your cheek gently as she searches your eyes for any hint of deception. "Are you sure about this?" she asks softly, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "It might get messy...and complicated."

She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing, "But if it means keeping our secret...and having everything we want..." Her words trail off as she considers the implications further. With another shaky exhale, she meets your gaze once more and nods slowly. "Okay," she whispers hoarsely. "We'll do it your way."

Emma's heart is pounding in her chest like a drum as she leans forward to press her lips against yours in a desperate, passionate kiss. The taste of you on her tongue only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her body and fuel her desire for more. As your tongue tangles with hers and your hands roam freely over her skin, she knows there's no turning back now...they're in this together.

When at last they pull apart, Emma smiles up at you, her eyes shining with determination. "Let's go make him a happy man," she breathes huskily into your ear before leading you back out into the main living area where your father is sleeping off his meal

Your touch sends shivers down her spine as you grope and squeeze her body roughly, making it clear that the rules of engagement have changed. She arches into your hands, pressing herself against you in a silent plea for more. Her breath comes quick and ragged now, her lips parting to allow air to flow freely between them as she tries desperately to maintain some semblance of composure while you take what you want from her right here in front of your father.

A quiet moan escapes her throat when your hands slide down over her ass, gripping tightly around her cheeks before sliding up between them to cup her damp curls. She pushes herself further onto your lap, grinding against the growing bulge in your pants as you continue to touch and tease her so close to release. Her hips circle restlessly, seeking more contact with your hands and wanting your cock deep inside her once again.

Her eyes remain fixed on yours, filled with a mixture of desire, need and longing that only serves to intensify the already electric atmosphere between them. When at last your father stirs from his slumber and begins to stir in the next room, she bites down gently on her lower lip, unable to hide the anticipation writhe across her features. The game has begun anew and Emma is more than ready to play.

As your father stumbles into the room, still half asleep and yawning lazily, he is greeted by the sight of his beautiful wife standing before him in nothing but her lacy black bra and panties. Her body glows like a beacon in the dim lighting, every curve and hollow accentuated to perfection. She gives him a warm smile, her eyes shining with desire as she slowly unbuttons his shirt and lets it fall to the floor in a pool at their feet.

Her breath catches audibly when she feels your hard length press against her ass through your pants. With one hand, she reaches behind her and undoes your belt, sliding it and your pants down over your hips before helping you step out of them completely. Your cock springs free from its confinement, already beginning to swell at the sight of her naked body so close and available to him.

"Is something wrong, dear?" she asks innocently, batting her eyelashes as she looks up at you through lowered lashes. Her voice is throaty and husky from desire, making it clear that she isn't fooling around here. Your father takes a step closer to her, his eyes drawn like a moth to a flame to the temptation before him. He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his body as he studies her face for any signs of duplicity.

Emma leans into the contact, moaning softly at the feel of his strong arms surrounding her. With her free hand, she reaches between their bodies to cup his growing erection through his boxers, guiding it roughly toward her aching cunt. "I've missed this," she whispers, closing her eyes as he pushes himself into her waiting folds

Emma moans and pants heavily as her husband fucks her against the wall, his rough treatment of her body sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. She whimpers softly at first, trying to focus on the sensation of him inside her while also keeping an ear out for any noise coming from under the bed. When she hears you moan in response to her words, a shiver runs down her spine and her hips buck hungrily against your father's.

"Oh God, yes...yes..." she gasps as you thrust deeper into her with every word, seemingly taking him deeper inside her too. Her fingers claw at the wallpaper beside her head, digging little half-moons of paper free in an effort to find purchase against the relentless rhythm that's driving them both toward climax.

"Fuck me harder, darling," she moans, calling out your name once more even as her father's rough movements send shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body. "So good...so fucking good..." Her legs wrap tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper still while her other hand reaches between their bodies to find your straining cock, guiding it roughly toward the place where she needs you the most.

Her breath comes faster and more ragged now, each gasp and moan echoing through the room as she nears her release. "You feel so right...God, I need you..." She arches her back into his touch, biting down on her lip to keep from screaming too loud as her body begins to tremble violently around him. With one final thrust, your father explodes deep inside her, sending waves of hot cum coursing through her core and down her legs. As she feels the last shudder pass through him

You freeze in the doorway as you see your father, his body sheened with sweat and still quivering from release, braced against the wall beside Emma's limp form on the bed. His eyes widen in shock as they meet yours, a guilty expression flitting across his face before it vanishes into confusion. Your mother lifts her head lazily, blinking sleepily at you before giving your father an accusatory glare. "I told you he'd be gone," she whispers harshly, wincing as she tries to sit up straighter.

The atmosphere in the room turns electric, tense and charged with unspoken words and hidden agendas. Emma glances nervously between the two of you, her breath coming faster now as she feels her heart racing in her chest. "I...we were just playing a game," she stammers lamely, trying to explain away what happened while at the same time not wanting to draw any more attention to it.

Your father's eyes narrow, his jaw working furiously as he tries to process everything that's happening. "A game?" he echoes skeptically, advancing further into the room. "You were just playing a game when you called out my son's name during sex?" He glares at her now, his voice laced with anger and betrayal. "I trusted you."

Emma swallows hard, feeling a wave of guilt wash over her as she tries to explain herself further. "It was just supposed to be...a fantasy," she says, her voice shaking slightly now. "But then he got involved and it became real..." Her words trail off, the lies tasting bitter in her mouth.

Your father's expression darkens even more at this news, his hands clenching into

Tension fills the air as your father looks you up and down, his eyes lingering on various parts of your body before finally settling on yours again. He takes a step closer to you, almost unconsciously running his fingers through his disheveled hair in a nervous gesture. "Well, if it's really what you want..." he begins hesitantly, glancing over at Emma once more before continuing. "You're both adults...I suppose we could give it a try." His voice is rough and unpracticed, betraying the conflict raging within him as he tries to reconcile his own desires with his sense of propriety.

Emma looks at you expectantly, her eyes shining with anticipation despite the obvious nervousness that grips her. Her breath catches in her throat as she remembers the intense pleasure that consumed her just moments ago and wonders if it could be real this time too. Slowly, she edges closer to you, careful not to seem overeager but also unwilling to let this opportunity slip away so easily.

"Well," you say with a shrug, trying to hide your own excitement beneath a facade of nonchalance. "I mean...if it's what you both want..." You take another step closer to them, not sure where this is going but willing to go along for the ride. "But just remember," you add with a grin, "I get to be in charge."

As you feel the heat emanating from her core through your fingers, you close your eyes and begin to touch her in the way she remembers. Your hands glide smoothly over her sensitive flesh, teasing and pleasuring her until she's arching her back and gasping for air. Her hips buck against your touch, grinding against your hand as if it were your cock already inside her.

Her breath comes faster now, her chest heaving with desire as she watches you touching her, making love to her body. She leans in closer, pressing her lips against your neck and moaning softly into your ear. "That's it...just like that," she whispers hoarsely, her words tumbling out in a desperate rush as the pleasure builds within her.

Your father reaches down to cup one of her breasts, massaging it roughly through her lace bra before pinching her nipple hard enough to make her cry out his name. "Harder," she demands breathlessly, arching into his touch even as your fingers continue to stroke and tease her.

The air between you is thick with desire now, the tension palpable as everyone in the room awaits the moment when it will finally spill over into release. Emma's body trembles violently beneath you, her hips circling ceaselessly as she works herself closer and closer to the edge.

"I want to feel you inside me," she whispers hoarsely, glancing down at where your erection strains against your pants before looking back up into your eyes. "Now."

"Well," your father says with a grin, "I met her the same way I met you. Your mother and I went out one night to let loose a bit...and things just sort of progressed from there." He chuckles softly before glancing down at Emma, his expression turning serious for a moment. "She was young and beautiful, full of life and passion...it was hard not to be drawn to her."

His gaze drifts back up to meet yours, his eyes darkening with desire as he watches you watching them together. There's an intensity to the look that sends shivers down your spine, making it clear that despite any reservations he might have had earlier, he is now fully committed to this unconventional threesome.

Emma moans softly at his words, her body growing even wetter with anticipation as she feels him grow harder against her back. She presses herself more firmly against your hand, urging you on as your fingers continue their relentless exploration of her most intimate parts. With a final thrust, she comes apart beneath your touch, her body shuddering violently as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her cries fill the room and her hips buck wildly against both of you in a frenzied attempt to get more.

When at last she has quieted once again, Emma lays panting heavily on your father's chest, her legs still wrapped around you like a vice. She glances up at him through half-lidded eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she looks down at your erection poking awkwardly against your pants. "Now?" she asks softly, arching her back invitingly as her fingertips trail lightly over your length.

Emma smirks at your suggestive words and nods slowly, a devious glint in her eye as she looks between you and your father. "Oh? And how do you propose we punish the bad boys?" She asks teasingly, enjoying the power dynamic that's begun to unfold in front of them.

With a sultry grin, Emma begins to unbutton your pants, her nimble fingers working quickly to free your cock from its confines. As soon as it springs free, she takes hold of it in her hand, marveling at its size and girth before turning to nudge your father with her hip. "Here's a very bad boy," she whispers into his ear, guiding your engorged member toward his waiting mouth. "Why don't you show him how much of a slut you really are?"

Your father doesn't need to be asked twice; he wraps his lips around the head of your cock greedily and begins bobbing his head up and down, taking more of you into his mouth with each thrust. Emma watches with hungry eyes, her own desire growing by the second as she listens to him slurp and suck on her son's dick. She reaches forward, threading her fingers through your hair and pulling your head back toward hers before opening her mouth wide, taking your cock deep into her throat as far as it will go.

Her hips begin to buck against yours, grinding herself against you in a rhythm that matches the one your father is using on you. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the pleasure building inside her once again, but this time it's different; it's dirty and forbidden and all the more delicious for it. She moans loudly around your cock, arching

She moans loudly around your cock, arching her back and pressing her body tighter against yours as the sensation of being filled to the brim by both of you overwhelms her senses. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving little half-moons of blood in their wake, while she continues to writhe and buck against you uncontrollably. The room fills with the sounds of slapping skin and wet, ragged breathing as all three of you lose themselves in this twisted threesome.

With a final moan, Emma comes apart yet again, her body shuddering violently around your cock as she spills her essence down your father's throat. Her muscles relax and she slumps bonelessly against your chest, panting heavily from the exertion. For a moment, the only sound in the room is the wet sucking noises as your father continues to pleasure you, milking every last drop of cum from your engorged cock before finally relenting and releasing you with a satisfied grin.

As he lays back against the bed, still catching his breath, Emma meets your gaze once more, her expression sultry and content. "I take it you enjoyed that," she whispers, running her fingers through your hair before gently tugging on it to guide your face toward hers. Her lips meet yours in a hungry kiss, tongue darting out to tease and taste as she wraps her arms around you, holding you close against her heaving chest.

You can feel the warmth of your shared passion between them still radiating off both of them, making it clear that this isn't something that either of them expected or intended...but they won't be letting go anytime soon. As their kiss deepens and

As the door clicks shut behind your father, leaving you and Emma alone once more in the wake of their shared passion, a weight seems to settle over the room. The atmosphere grows thick with anticipation, electricity crackling between the two of you like static from a charged balloon.

Emma takes a deep breath before leaning forward to kiss you again, her lips soft and eager against yours. Her hands roam freely over your body, exploring every inch of skin they can reach as she tries to memorize the feel of you beneath her fingertips. She moans softly into the kiss when she finds your hard length pressing insistently against her belly, a silent request for attention that she's more than willing to oblige.

She reaches down between your bodies, wrapping her fingers around your shaft and guiding it toward her wet folds. "Touch me," she whispers hoarsely, arching her hips in invitation. With practiced ease, she positions you at her entrance, the head of your cock teasingly close but not quite inside. Her eyes meet yours as she begins to lower herself slowly down onto your length, taking you inside her with a wet, velvety slide that almost makes you come right then and there.

With a moan of pleasure, she pushes all the way down, impaling herself on your cock and locking their hips together in an intimate embrace. Her hands grip your shoulders tightly as she begins to ride you, her body moving in rhythm with yours as she takes him deep inside her over and over again. Her breath comes faster now, each exhale a soft moan of satisfaction that only serves to drive them both closer to the edge.

As their lovemaking reaches a fever pitch, Emma leans forward, burying her face in your neck as

Her body bucks and shudders against yours as she comes apart beneath you, her nails digging into your shoulders in a vain attempt to keep herself grounded. Her moans of pleasure fill the room and the sensation of being so close to her like this, connected in every possible way, sends you hurtling over the edge with a primal roar.

As your seed spills deep inside her, she collapses forward onto your chest, gasping for air as the last tremors of ecstasy race through her body. Your hands gently stroke her back and hair, soothing and comforting her as the aftershocks gradually subside and a contented calm settles over them both.

When at last she's composed herself enough to speak again, Emma looks up at you with a mischievous grin on her face. "Spice things up? Why, I do believe I could show you a thing or two about that," she says, arching an eyebrow suggestively. Her fingers trail down your chest, tracing the outline of your abdomen and lower still until they reach the waistband of her panties. With a sly smile, she slips them aside and then leans forward to guide your engorged cock back toward her wet folds. "Shall we continue?"

A slow blush creeps up Emma's neck as you suggest the idea of cosplay. It's been a while since she's done anything remotely like that, but the thought of it now...well, it certainly gets her imagination going. She closes her eyes and begins to think, trying to come up with something sexy yet creative.

After several moments of contemplation, she opens her eyes and smiles brightly at you. "I've got an idea," she says eagerly. "How about I go as a sexy nurse? You know, one of those old-fashioned ones from the early 20th century?" She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively and begins toying with the buttons on your shirt, undoing them slowly and revealing more and more skin beneath. "It's a classic look that would suit you perfectly."

With a devious grin, Emma stands up from the bed and walks over to her dresser, fishing through its drawers until she finds a pair of white cotton panties and a lace bra that she hasn't worn in years. She pulls them on slowly, savoring the feel of the soft fabric against her skin and the way they accentuate her curves. Then, with shaking hands, she reaches for a short nurse's uniform, slipping it over her head and fastening it at the waist before spinning around to face you once more.

The outfit hugs her body in all the right places, revealing ample cleavage and leaving little to the imagination about what lies beneath. Her hair is pulled up into a neat bun, held in place by a few stray curls that frame her face, giving her an air of innocence mixed with sensuality. She takes a step toward you, looking

An idea strikes her as you mention anime cosplay, and a grin spreads across her face. "Oh! I have just the thing," she says excitedly, dashing over to her closet and rifling through its contents. After several moments of searching, she emerges holding a familiar-looking outfit: a black and white schoolgirl uniform. She brandishes it triumphantly before you, causing your heart to race even faster at the thought of what's about to happen.

Carefully, Emma slips the uniform on over her nylons and underwear, making sure everything is in place before stepping toward you once more. The skirt falls just above her knees, revealing the lacy thong peeking out from beneath it, while the top buttons of the blouse are left undone, exposing a generous amount of cleavage and leaving her midriff bare. She tugs at the hem of the blazer self-consciously before slipping her arms into its sleeves and fastening it shut.

Finally, she turns to face you again, practically vibrating with excitement as she takes in your reaction. Her eyes meet yours, filled with desire and anticipation as she waits for you to tell her how amazing she looks in this new role. You can't help but nod appreciatively, your hands itching to touch her now that she's presented herself like this.

"Oh, thank you," Emma gushes, clearly delighted by your approval. "I thought this might suit you as well..." She takes a step closer and reaches up to undo the final button on your shirt, revealing your toned chest beneath. Then her hands slip inside, caressing your skin as she pushes the fabric off your shoulders and down your arms. "You are simply

As the woman enters the room, you and Emma quickly duck beneath the bed, hidden from her view but still able to watch as she approaches your father. She's tall with curly hair and a voluptuous figure that moves seductively even when she's standing perfectly still. Her lips are full and red, accentuated by an expertly applied coat of deep burgundy lipstick. And from where you are, you can see the glint of gold around her finger...a wedding ring.

Your father is visibly startled to see her, but quickly regains his composure and plays along with her game. He steps forward, embracing her in a possessive hug that nonetheless leaves plenty of room for him to stroke her back and ass as she whispers dirty words into his ear. You can't help but feel envious of the way they move together; their bodies speaking a language you both know all too well but have been forced to ignore in the presence of Emma.

As your father's hands wander higher up her back, teasingly close to where her bra meets the bare skin of her spine, she moans softly and presses herself against him even harder. Her hips grind against his crotch, seeking out the hardness that you know is hidden beneath his pants. And when he finally slips a hand underneath her skirt to caress her wet heat through her panties, she throws her head back with a sigh of pleasure that makes your cock twitch in your pants.

With growing desperation and need, you watch as they grind against each other under the covers, their moans filling the room and driving you both closer to the edge. But for now, you remain hidden beneath the bed with Emma, unable to join them in this forbidden tryst but more than

As her fingers slide down your pants and wrap around your hard length, Emma's words send a shiver of anticipation through you. With a groan, you grip the sheets beneath you, arching your back to give her better access as she begins stroking you slowly and sensually. Your hips buck instinctively against her touch, seeking more contact with her slick hand.

She leans forward, kissing along your jaw before whispering into your ear, "Do you want to feel me?" Her fingers tighten around your cock, stroking harder now as she waits for your response. You nod eagerly, gripping the sheets tighter as she hooks her thumbs under the elastic of your boxers and pulls them down over your hips, finally freeing you from your confines.

Emma gasps softly at the sight of your erection fully exposed before her, glistening with pre-cum and standing tall and proud between your legs. Without hesitation, she lowers her head, taking as much of you into her mouth as she can fit. Her lips close around you, sucking hard as she begins bobbing her head up and down on your cock in rhythm with her hand.

You can feel every inch of her warm, wet tongue tracing over the sensitive skin of your glans, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. Her hair tickles your thighs as she moves back and forth between them, her moans filling the room and urging you closer to the edge.

She looks up at you from between her lips, her eyes dark with desire and lust, a flush spreading across her cheeks. "Fuck," she breathes hoarsely, her voice thick with need as she continues to take you deeper into her mouth. Her hand speeds up its pace on

As her father continues to grind against the woman beneath the covers, oblivious to her anger and hurt, Emma can't help but feel a surge of jealousy so powerful it borders on physical pain. With shaking hands, she climbs out of bed and approaches them both slowly, her eyes narrowed and lips pressed into a tight line. The woman beneath them looks up as she nears, momentarily breaking their trance before turning back to the attention-seeking task at hand.

Emma's heart is racing, her chest feels tight as if every breath could be her last. She reaches out and roughly yanks the covers off of them, revealing their entwined bodies in all its glory. The woman lets out a surprised gasp before trying to push herself further onto her father, but he doesn't seem to notice or care.

With trembling fingers, Emma picks up a pillow from the bed and brandishes it like a weapon as she advances on them, her eyes wild with fury. "How could you?" she spits out through clenched teeth. "After everything we've been through, how could you do this to us?" The woman whimpers pathetically beneath the force of Emma's accusations, but her father only seems more entranced by the display before him.

With a primal roar, Emma throws the pillow at the woman, who screams and covers her head with her arms in fright. The pillow bounces harmlessly off of her, landing on the floor with a soft thud. Emma glares daggers at them both as they writhe together under the covers, oblivious to anything else around them. "You are such a selfish bastard!" she shouts, tears streaming down her face. "I hope you're happy knowing that this is what

As her father roughly grabs her arms and slaps her across the face, Emma's shock momentarily gives way to pain and anger. Her vision blurs from the sting of his palm against her cheek, but she can still make out the satisfied smirk on his lips. She tries to jerk away from him, but he only holds her tighter, preventing any escape.

His words register only as a distant buzz in her ears, but the meaning is clear: he doesn't care about her feelings, about their relationship. It's just another act of manipulation and control. Her heart aches with a new kind of pain, one that goes beyond mere jealousy or rage.

When she feels his rough hands on her body, sliding up beneath her shirt to grope roughly at her breasts, she almost snaps. With a savage growl, she knees him in the groin as hard as she can, doubling him over in agony with an "Ahhh!" of pain. As he curses and staggers backward toward the bed, Emma seizes her opportunity; with a strength born of desperation and fury, she rushes past him to where the woman still lies pinned beneath the covers.

Without hesitation, she yanks the blanket off in one swift motion, revealing the naked form of the other woman lying spread eagle on top of her father's writhing, injured body. Their combined moans fill the room as Emma glares at them both like a hungry predator eyeing its prey. Without another word, she straddles the woman's face and forces her mouth open, shoving her aching breasts into her surprised mouth with a force that almost chokes out her cries of protest.