Claiming Daddy Part 3

“You should just leave the bitch,” I said, staring at Dad across the table and a double helping of rocky road. “Move in with me and fuck my brains out.”

“She’s your mother.” He used the Dad voice. Funny, with his cum dripping down my thigh, it just didn’t have the same effect. Dad shifted in his chair uneasily. “Can you find another way to talk about it? I mean… it’s…”

“Incest?” I asked helpfully. “That’s the technical term. Some call it biological attraction. I just like to say I fucked my Dad.” I sucked on a spoonful of ice cream and stared at him. “Wait - did I fuck you or did you fuck me? Or did we fuck each other?”