Author: Take Charge Dad
Title: Taking Charge of My Family
Part: 1
Summary: After a life of deferring to women, I finally take
charge of my family after my wife passes away and my slut of a
daughter shows up on my doorstep with her three kids in tow.
Keywords: inc, reluc, MF, Mg, Mm, Mb, Fg, preg

Obligatory Disclaimer and notes about the story - This story is
fictional. None of these people are real and none of this
happened. This story contains sex between family members and sex
between adults and minors (as well as minors with minors and
adults with adults, same goes for male/female, female/female, and
male/male pairings as well as groups. Not all of those
combinations will be in every chapter though.

This initial chapter is longer than what I expect will be common
for future chapters because it contains a lot of background and
introduction of the characters. Please send any comments or ideas
for future chapters to me at takechargedad at yahoo dot com.

Taking Charge of My Family - 1
by Take Charge Dad

	The cliché is that there is one moment when things change in
your life, but the reality is that it is usually an accumulation
of small things that start building up until something happens
and the dam bursts. Such was the case with me; there was not just
one thing that led me to me taking my adult daughter over my knee
and spanking her bare ass while her kids watched. It was an ever
building litany of small indignations that triggered me to
finally take charge of my life and my family. The specific cause
was just another incident in a serious of events that lead me
from being a meek 'pussywhipped' man into a dominant father and
grandfather who would not tolerate being lied to and disrespected
in my own house.

	I had always been a mild manner man, a modern sensitive man that
was respectful of women. If her mother was still here I am
certain this would never have happened. Ever since I meet Joan in
college I had deferred to her, in the planning of our family, in
our careers, in where we lived, and in how we disciplined our
children. If I went to see a shrink, he would explain to me how I
acquiesced to my wife in order to avoid conflict, and I avoided
conflict because I had been traumatized by my emotionally abusive
mother who was constantly fighting with my father. The shrink
would say something about how my behavior was a learned copping
mechanism and that I was mimicking the behavior of my father.

	I guess my wife's death was the first event that begun this
transformation and set in motion everything that followed. I met
Joan Harrington when we were both in college together. She was
smart, attractive, and knew what she wanted, which at the time
was me. We dated while in school and after we graduated, we got
married. My wife always took the lead in our relationship and
told me what to do. It was what I was used too from my childhood,
and I found it easier to just let her make all the decisions. I
always said I was a feminist and it did not bother me that my
wife was a strong independent woman, even when she kept her name
after we married. "The Harrington's came over on the Mayflower
and I am proud of my family name," she explained. Whatever; it
didn't really matter to me, although I did feel a little
resentful when she insisted that the children have her last name
instead of mine or a hyphenated combination. I buried my feelings
and went along to get along; it was what I always did.

	Joan lived her life by checklists and the next items on her
checklist were kids and law school. She was always a driven
overachiever, the shrink would have field day with her
upbringing. I got a job at a small architecture firm that paid
the bills and provided insurance while she went to law school.
She managed to have two kids while in law school, and still
passed the bar exam on her first try. She got a job with a large
national law firm after graduation. Between our two salaries, we
were able to afford a home in a nice up and coming suburb with
good schools and hire a staff to take care of it and raise our
kids while we worked.

	In retrospect, outsourcing the raising of our two kids was a
mistake. Sara and Matt ended up being great disappointments to
Joan. Part of that was my fault; I spoiled them. I grew up poor,
but was blessed with physical talent and just enough intelligence
to make the most of it. I managed to get a scholarship because I
had some talent for tossing an orange ball through a round hoop,
not enough talent to play professional basketball, but enough to
have a college pay my way in exchange for playing for them. When
the kids were born, I was always there to get them the latest
toys, gadgets, or just give them money when they asked.

	It is funny looking back at it now, but my relationship with
Joan was pretty much the opposite of the usual male-female
dynamic. She was the smart driven career oriented spouse, while I
was the trophy arm candy; a physical specimen that she could show
off, yet still smart enough and with a respectable job so that
she could take me to work functions without being embarrassed. I
guess I was lucky that she never traded me in for a younger
model, although I suspect she had an affair with one of her
fellow law partners. Even today at fifty-eight would still be
considered good looking, a regular silver fox; six feet tall,
lean, a full head of silver hair, square jaw, and blue eyes.

	As for our kids, Sara ended up dropping out of college and
moving to New York to pursue a career as an actress. Joan was
furious and insisted that we cut her off. In one of my rare acts
of defiance, I went behind my wife's back and sent Sara some
money every month to help her out. No one will be shocked to
learn that Sara never became a successful actress. She did manage
to live the high life in the big city for a few years, although
she quickly got pregnant with her first child, Ricky; his given
name is Ricardo.

	Ricky is fifteen now and a young god. From Sara's side, he
inherited my athleticism and Joan's intelligence. His father is a
Puerto Rican that worked as a bouncer at the strip club where
Sara worked for a few years while 'waiting to be discovered'. The
boy is already as tall as me and has put on muscle now that he is
getting a diet of nutritious food on a regular basis. He has
light mocha colored skin,  black wavy hair, and dark brown eyes.
The boy is also gifted in the cock department. His cock is
already seven inches and as thick as my own eight inch cock. I
bet that by the time it stops growing it could reach ten inches.

	A couple years after she had Ricky, Sara had another child,
Katy, short for Katherine. The father this time was Irish,
probably another bouncer. Katy is twelve years old and a little
charmer. She is small and slender with tiny little budding
breasts. While thin, her ass is starting to take on a nice shape.
She has long curly red hair and bright green eyes, plus the
sweetest most innocent smile that masks a naughty temptress
inside. Fortunately at a few complaints at first, she is taking
to the traditional female role like a fish to water and will make
some man a perfect wife when she grows up.

	I had very little contact with Sara around the time Katy was
born, other than to send her some money every now and then to
help with whatever the emergency was that month. Of course I
always sent money for the grandkids, even if at this point I
suspected that Sara was more likely to end up as a prostitute
than an actress. Still I kept sending her money and never said
anything to Joan, as she had officially excommunicated Sara from
the family.

	Shortly after she gave birth to Katy, Sara got pregnant again.
She claims the father was a young Wall Street banker, not that
Sara was able to take advantage of finally catching some wealthy
sperm in her well used cunt. When she called and told me she was
pregnant again, I offered to pay for an abortion, as I knew three
kids would be too much for her to take care of. In tears Sara
told me that she couldn't kill her baby. Eventually I put my foot
down and I told her that this would be her last child and if she
had anymore kids I was done. I let her know that I would only
send her money if she went on the pill, and stayed on it. One
more kid and the money would end. Whether she respected my
decision or came to realize she had her hands full with three
kids, there have been no more kids after Madison.

	I am glad she insisted on keeping Madison. The boy is the
sweetest little boy, even if he is easy to mistake for a girl
sometimes. He is ten years old and I'd bet my last dollar that
the boy is homosexual. He is a walking, talking little stereotype
of a sissy. He has soft blond hair that he likes to wear long,
feminine features, and rather than imitating his big brother
Ricky, he spends his time following his sister around and playing
with her old dolls.

	As for my other child, Matt, I guess my son could be considered
successful. Unfortunately, he followed in my footsteps; he
married his mother. Of course that didn't sit well with Joan. A
man can serve only one mistress, and Joan could not stand
Victoria stealing her little boy from her. The feeling was
mutual, as Victoria loathed how Joan was always trying to tell
Matt what to do. The first several Christmases were unbearable as
everyone was on edge and fear that Joan and Victoria would come
to blows in the middle of the living room. After their twins were
born, Matt and Victoria were always 'too busy' to travel with the
twins and stopped visiting for the holidays. Their visits became
less frequent and eventually stopped altogether. When Matt came
to say goodbye to his dying mother, it was the first time we had
seen them in five years. Victoria and the twins, now eight years
old, didn't come with him.

	Joan lived her life according to a checklist, and if something
happened that was not on her checklist, she did her best to
ignore it. Unfortunately that also included brain cancer. Getting
sick was not on her checklist, so she ignored the symptoms until
it was too late, although even if it had been caught earlier, the
chances would not have been much better. She took pain-killers
for the headaches. She made extensive lists, notes, and set
reminders to compensate for her faulty memory. Eventually though
she couldn't keep ignoring it, and by then it was just a matter
of a few weeks before she died. It all happened so quick. I guess
I should count my blessings, if there was one thing that Joan
was, she was a meticulous planner. Between the term insurance she
had purchased when when the kids were young, and her retirement
accounts at her law firm, I was well provided for after her
death.

	I spent for the first few weeks in a fog. I took a leave of
absence from my job that eventually became permanent. No one
really cared; I had long ago gotten off the partner track at my
firm. I had found I enjoyed spending my time at job sites working
with the construction crews rather than schmoozing clients and
never complained when I was passed over for promotions. So after
almost sixty years of doing what I was told, first by my mother
and than by my wife, I found myself alone and in charge of my own
life. I put our house in the suburb up for sale and moved to our
vacation home up in the mountains. It sits on a lake with its own
private dock. I started my own construction and architecture
consulting business to keep myself busy. I also bought myself a
couple new toys, a brand new power boat and a new fully loaded
truck, complete with the latest technology and stuff.

	I also stopped answering the phone when Sara called and refused
to reply to her emails begging for more money. I was tired of
being put upon, told what to do, and sacrificing my own wants and
desires for the women in my life. I was enjoying life on my own
terms for once. I guess I could have gone into town and gotten
laid, but I was too afraid of falling back into my old ways and
ending up with a woman that would boss me around. So I explored
the world wide web of porn.

	Ten days ago, after almost a year of being ignored, Sara showed
up on my doorstep, her three kids in tow. She begged and pleaded
for money. She was broke, in debt, and had been evicted. She
didn't have enough money to rent a new place. She wanted me to
give her a loan to pay off all her credit cards and rent a new
apartment. She had the audacity to argue that she deserved some
of her mother's insurance money, even going so far as to say that
her mother would have wanted me to give it her. I looked past my
daughter and took a look at Ricky, Katy, and Madison, my
grandchildren. I could see the shame and embarrassment they felt
written all over their faces.

	The old me would have given Sara the money and sent her on her
way; I could certainly afford it. It would have been the easy
thing to do; give a crying woman what she wants. That is what I
had learned by example from my father. Instead, I took charge for
once. I laid down the law. If she wanted my help, it would be on
my terms. She would have to do what I said. First, she would need
to make me guardian of her kids. At fifteen, twelve, and ten,
they deserved to finally have some stability; they needed to have
a father figure in their lives. I was tired of her making them
suffer for her mistakes.

	Second, she would have to suffer the consequences of her
choices, if that meant declaring bankruptcy, then so be it. If
she needed a place to live, she could stay here with me and the
kids, but since she was an adult, she would be expected to earn
her keep by doing the things that were expected of a real woman.

	Needless to say, she was surprised and didn't believe me at
first. Then she got angry and yelled at me when I wouldn't back
down. Suddenly I was no longer a fifty-eight-year-old man
standing in the doorway of his own home but an eight-year-old boy
sitting in the living room; watching as my mother yelled at my
dad yet again, wishing that my dad would stand up for himself. My
mind was screaming at my dad to be a man for once. The next thing
I knew my hand was in motion and I slapped my daughter across the
face. "Shut up," I said flatly, my voice calm with no anger in
it. A look of complete shock spread across her face as her check
turned red, but she finally stopped yelling at me.

	I turned and looked over at Ricky, Katy, and Madison. Ricky and
Katy looked shocked and Madison looked confused. "Kids, I have
given your mother a choice but I believe the three of you are old
enough to make your own decisions. You can stand there and let
your mother make your choice for you, or you can chose for
yourselves. Grab your bags and come in the house if you want to
live here with me. If you chose to live here, you will have to
live by my rules but I will make sure you are provide for. You
can stay here till your graduate high school and if you want to
go to college I will pay for it. If you don't want to go to
college that is fine too; I will help you pursue whatever career
you do want. I will respect and support you as long as you give
me respect as the head of this household."

	Ricky was the first to react. He surveyed the scene, taking a
look at the large house on a lake, the boat down at the dock, the
large pickup in the driveway parked next to my Audi. He didn't
say a word, but a gave a little smirk. He turned and pulled a
backpack out of their old beat up mini-van then went to the back
and removed a suitcase. He strutted confidentially up the walkway
and gave his mother a contemptuous look; she hung her head in
shame as she stepped out of the doorway so he could enter.

	"You can have the guest bedroom downstairs. We will go into town
tomorrow so you can start making it your own," I said to Ricky as
he entered the house.

	"Thank you, sir," he said before turning and looking back at
Katy and Madison, "If you two are smart, you will take Grandpa up
on his offer." Then he headed into the house and down the stairs
to his new bedroom.

	Katy first looked over at her mother, then me, then turned and
whispered something into Madison's ear. The small ten-year-old
boy nodded to her then looked over at me and said in his high
pitched voice, "Grampa can you help me carry my bag? Its too
heavy for me. Ricky loaded it into the car." While I was tired of
being ordered around by women, there was something about my
effeminate young grandson asking for help that brought out my
chivalrous nature.

	"Certainly baby, I'll bring your bag in," I said as I walked out
to the car. Katy was struggling to get her own suitcase out of
the trunk, so I grabbed it and Madison's suitcase and carried
them to the house. "I hope you two don't mind sharing a room for
a bit. I'll add an addition on the house soon, but in the
meantime you'll have to share," I said as to them as they
followed along behind me.

	Katy smiled and gave a little giggle, "We don't mind, do we
Maddy?"

	It was more of a statement than a question requiring an answer
from the little boy, but he blushed and answered anyway, "Ricky,
Katy and me all shared a room back at our old place. We don't
mind."

	 "Good, than follow me, your room will be next to mine up here
on the main floor," I said as I led them into the house.

	Sara was sobbing quietly as I passed her  on my way into the
house. "Okay, you win. I agree to your conditions. I can't leave
my kids. I'll take the downstairs bedroom and let Ricky know to
move his things upstairs to the kids room," she said as she
turned to get her things from the car.

	"Sorry, the bedrooms were on a first come, first served basis.
You will have to sleep on the couch," I said coldly as I walked
passed her carrying Katy and Madison's bags to their room.

	The first week was the toughest. The kids were not used to
having to obey any rules and each of them except Madison
challenged me at least once. I went downstairs and heard giggling
from Ricky's bedroom and when I went to the door it was locked.
When he opened it in response to my knocking, I saw that Katy was
in the room wearing one of her summer dresses and playing with a
doll while sitting on the floor. They were both flushed, although
it was harder to notice on Ricky. I was not sure what was going
on, but I had my suspicions. I let Ricky know that from now on he
was not to have his door locked when he was in his room with his
sister. Ricky agreed, but the very next day it happened again. I
let him know that disobeying a request had consequences. Ricky
protested when I removed the lock from his door as punishment for
disobeying me. He quickly shut up when I threatened to remove the
entire door if he said complained one more time.

	Katy for her part took after her mother and was lazy, not
wanting to do any chores. When she refused to help with the
housework, I confined her to her room and made Madison sleep
downstairs with his brother. Katy lasted two days in 'solitary'
confinement, only getting to leave her room to use the bathroom,
before she broke and started doing her chores.

	Madison was an absolute angel. He was naturally submissive and
offered to do Katy's chores for her when she refused. I let him
know that he was very kind to try to help his sister out, but
that she needed to learn a lesson. Madison spent most of his day
following me around and quietly playing with his Katy's old dolls
while I worked on the computer.

	Sara on the other hand was a nightmare. She hardly said anything
that wasn't a complaint. She would often head into town after
dinner and come home drunk. I was amazed that she didn't crash or
get pulled over for drunk driving. No matter how much I scolded
her or threatened her, she wouldn't change her attitude although
she did cook our meals and help clean the house, complaining the
whole time. It was one of the evenings when she left to go into
town that finally led to where we are now, with Sara naked on my
lap, her ass red from getting spanked, and her three kids trying
to spy on what is taking place in the living room.

	Tonight when Sara left for town, I opened up her laptop and
checked her history. I was able to open up her email account as
she had it set up to log here in automatically. Inside I found
several email chains from the past week. She had been meeting
guys on craigslist and arranging to meet them down at one of the
bars. From the follow up emails, it was obvious that my daughter
was a slut that was sleeping with just about any guy that would
give her the time of day.

	I had to put an end to this, so I called up Dan, a local deputy
sheriffs who I had done some remodeling work for a couple months
ago. I explained that my daughter was often driving home drunk
and that I need his help in putting a stop to it, but that I
didn't want her arrested. He agreed to help. Even though he was
technically off-duty, he waited in his cruiser down where the
road up to our house met the highway. Sure enough she blew a .10
when he pulled her over on her way back home. He left her car
down at the highway, put her in cuffs, and brought her home.

	When he got here, he explained to us that he was obligated to
write up a report and turn it in, but that he was going to
recommend that the prosecutor not file charges yet. As long as
none of the sheriffs saw my daughter out driving at night, the DA
wouldn't file the charges. There was a one-year statute of
limitations on the DUI charge, so in effect my daughter was now
confined to the house at night for one year.

	Sara was absolutely humiliated and cowed by bring dragged home
in handcuffs. After Dan left, I ordered Sara into the living the
room. I asked her what she had been doing. She lied and said she
had just gone down to the bar to hang out with one of the
waitresses there that she considered a friend. She claimed she
only had a couple drinks and that the Breathalyzer must have been
off.

	"Are you sure that is what you were doing Sara? If you are lying
to me, I am going to punish you and I am not going to show you
any mercy," I said, giving her one last chance to come clean.

	"Yes, Daddy, that's the truth. I swear," she said.

	"Sara, I am very sorry about this, but I am done putting up with
your lies and your disrespect. I know you went to the bar to meet
a man named Doug. I read your emails," I said.

	"How dare you invade my privacy like that," she protested, her
humiliation at the situation giving way to anger at the invasion
of her privacy.

	"Shut up Sara, this is my house and you agreed to obey me while
you lived her. Instead of taking this as an opportunity to get
your life together, you have been wasting it, getting drunk and
being a slut. This ends now," I growled as I walked over to her.
She wanted to continue to protest but the look on my face kept
her silent. I reached over and ripped her blouse open, buttons
flying everywhere as I pulled it off. She didn't have a bra on,
probably didn't bother to put it back on after having sex with
Doug. Next, I reached down and pulled her jeans and panties down,
I could see that the crotch of her panties were soaked with cum.
I picked her up and carried her to the couch then sat down and
held her on my lap.

	As I began to spank her, she started crying and screaming out in
pain. After a couple blows I looked up and saw that all the
commotion had drawn the attention of the kids. Katy and Madison
were peeking around the corner of the hallway that lead to the
bedrooms on this level, while Ricky was standing in the doorway
of the stairs to the lower level.

	"You might as well come in here kids and see what happens when
you don't follow the rules. Your mother almost got arrested
tonight because she would rather be a drunken filthy slut than
spend time with her family," I said as I resumed spanking my
daughter.

	"No, please, not in front of the kids," she begged.

	"Shut up bitch," I snarled, "It is time they learn the truth
about their mother. You've always put yourself and your needs
first. Things are going to change as of now. You will not leave
this house until you have learned to put the needs of our family
first," I explained as I continued to slap her ass.

	I looked over and the three kids were now all standing next to
each other on the other side of the room. Ricky was wearing just
a pair of boxer briefs and his hard dick was clearly visible
through the thin black cotton. Katy was wearing a modest cotton
night gown, but had her hand in her crotch absentmindedly rubbing
herself as she alternated between looking at her mother and
sneaking glances at Ricky's erection. Madison was sucking his
thumb as he stood there in his My Little Pony pajamas.

	I would say I didn't know what came over me at that moment, but
I do know. It was a lifetime of suppressing my anger and a year
without having sex that made me do it. The need to make Sara's
humiliation complete and my own horniness combined to drive all
rational thought from my head. I stopped spanking her, but used
my hand to hold her firmly in place on my lap, I knew she could
feel my own hard cock pressing against her stomach. "Ricky, come
over here," I ordered. Sara continued to cry but didn't say
anything.

	He swallowed nervously but obeyed, "Yes sir."

	"Sara, from now on, if you feel the need to make a slut out of
yourself, you are at least going to make sure you are taking care
of the needs of the men in this family first," I said.

	"No, please," sobbed Sara as she turned and saw Ricky standing
next to us. I noticed though that her eyes were glued to the
obscene bulge in his briefs.

	"Ricky is a horny teenage boy, he has a man's needs and instead
of being the town slut you are going to take care of his needs
now," I explained.

	"Um, I'm fine grandpa, really, you don't need to make her do
this," said Ricky feeling sorry for his mother.

	"No Ricky I do. Your mother needs to learn a lesson and you need
a sexual outlet other than your sister. You don't seem to have
any issue with having sex with Katy," I responded, gambling about
the suspicious I had on what they had been doing when locked in
his room. "Since your mother failed at finding herself a man that
would take care of you kids, you get to the be the man in your
family now Ricky. Are you going to let your woman whore herself
out to the locals in exchange for drinks? Your bitch has been
going out and getting breed by random studs. Look, her cunt is
still dripping with some stranger's cum," I said, taunting the
boy.

	The look on Ricky's face let me know my guess was correct.
Knowing that I already knew about his relationship with his
sister seemed to resolve Ricky's internal conflict. He reached
down and groped himself through his boxer briefs. "That right
bitch? You being risking your life, sleeping around with stranger
white trash locals and driving drunk when you could have been
staying home and taking care of this," he said as he pulled his
briefs down and freed his hard seven inch uncut cock.

	"No please, Ricky, this is wrong," said Sara, tears streaming
down her face.

	"Wrong?!? Wrong?!? Don't you fucking dare tell me what is wrong.
Katy told me what you made her do," said Ricky angrily. It was at
that moment that I felt Sara break. She stopped struggling and
went limp. She buried her head in the couch and wept
uncontrollably.

	I looked over at Katy. The girl had her night gown hiked up and
her hand was busy rubbing against her bare pubescent mound. "What
happened Katy? What did your mother make you do?" I asked.

	"A couple months ago when she didn't have rent money, she made
me play with myself while the landlord took photos. The
landlord's wife found the photos and threatened to go to the
police if we didn't move out. That's why we had to come here,"
she explained.

	"You fucking cunt! You whored out your twelve-year-old
daughter?!?" I yelled at Sara. She didn't deny it, instead she
just continued to cry into the couch.

	"It's okay Grandpa, I didn't mind. I kind of liked it. He made
me feel sexy," said Katy.

	I stared at Katy with my mouth open. The little girl with the
innocent smile was a slut, just like her mother. Katy locked eyes
with me and gave me that innocent smile of hers as she reached
down and pulled her night gown off over her head.

	"I hope you aren't mad at me and Ricky for fooling around. It's
my fault; I made Ricky play with me. I was so turned on by posing
for the landlord that I told Ricky about it. When I saw him get
hard, I showed off for him," she said.

	"Have you and Ricky fucked?" I asked.

	"No sir," responded Ricky quickly. "We started out just touched
each other. When we got here and had I room with a lock, I licked
her and she sucked me. That was as far as we got when you
knocked. We've talked about trying to fuck but aren't sure how to
go about it; I'm so big and her hole is so small," he explained.
I believed him.

	"Well kids, then it is time you had some hands on sex
education," I said. I noticed that Madison seemed confused about
what was going on and was just standing there. He had his own
hand on his groin and his eyes were glued to Ricky's big dick.
"Gather round kids, Ricky is going to lose his virginity and
learn how to fuck a woman," I said.

	I pushed Sara off my lap on onto the floor. "Finish removing
your clothes," I ordered her. I looked over at Madison and patted
the couch cushion next to me, "Madison, come sit here next to
me."

	Madison climbed on the couch and sat down next to me. The boy
looked to be on the edge of crying, the intensity of the scene
unfolding before him was too much. I put my arm around the boy
and hugged him to my side. "It is going to be okay Madison. Your
mommy was a bad tonight and disobeyed the rules, so I spanked her
to punish her. She also made Katy do something she shouldn't so
now she is going to help me teach Ricky and Katy what sex is.
Isn't that right Sara?"

	Sara was sitting on her ass as she finished the job of removing
her pants and panties. She still had tears in her eyes but she
was no longer sobbing. "Everything is going to be okay baby.
Mommy's been a bad girl and your grandfather was right to punish
me. I haven't been treating you kids right and now I'm going to
start making up for it," she said looking first at Madison then
at me as she finished. Madison relaxed a little and leaned his
head against my shoulder.

	"Katy, come sit next to me," I said, patting the other side of
the couch from where Madison was sitting.

	Once Sara was finished getting naked, I started playing
director. "Get on your hands and knees," I ordered Sara,
motioning with my hand how I wanted her.

	Ricky was still standing where he had been, his underwear hooked
down under his balls as he slowly stroked his thick cock and
occasionally rubbing the precum that was leaking from the tip
around  the head. "Okay Rick, take your underwear off and get on
your knees behind your mother," I said. The boy was nervous but
enthusiastic in following my directions.

	"Now usually there would be some foreplay first, some petting, a
little oral sex, things like that in order to make sure you are
hard and your woman is wet. But your mother's pussy is already
wet and slick with cum and you are certainly ready to go, so just
rub the head of your cock against her pussy lips a few times to
get it slick then push it in. Grab her hips and move her ass up
or down if you need to adjust the height to get a good angle to
enter," I instructed.

	Ricky did as instructed. He rubbed the head of his cock against
her swollen pussy lips then pushed himself into her vagina. Sara
moaned as the son's thick cock entered her. As Ricky adjusted his
mother so that he could start thrusting in and out, I felt Katy
reach across me. When I looked down I saw and felt her placing
Madison's small hand on top of my khaki covered erection. Little
Madison stared at his older brother fucking his mother while he
had one hand up at his mouth sucking on his thumb and his other
hand was trapped between my hard cock and his sisters hand. Katy
guided the boy's hand back and forth across cock until he got the
hint and started doing it himself.

	I looked over at Katy and she gave me that sweet smile of hers
as we locked eyes again. She licked her lips as she reached back
and took my hand that was resting on her shoulder. She brought my
hand to her mouth and sucked on my index finger for a few seconds
then pulled my hand down and placed it on her pussy. I leaned
over and kissed her, forcing my tongue into her mouth as I
started gently playing with her clit.

	"Oh yeah, fuck me Ricky," cried Sara from the floor in front of
us as Ricky started hammering his cock into her. That broke the
spell that Katy had over me and broke off our kiss to turn my
attention back to the task at hand, teaching Ricky how to fuck.

	"Grab her hips and pull her back against you as you thrust
forward," I instructed Ricky as I continued to play with Katy's
pussy with one hand while Madison rubbed my cock through my
pants.

	"Ugh, ugh, ugh," grunted Sara in time with Ricky's thrusts as
his cock bottomed out against her cervix with every thrust.

	"This is what a rough fucking looks like kids. Sex is not always
like this, sometimes it will be slow and gentle as you make love
to each other. Other times it will be like this, quick and brutal
as your animal instincts take over and you seek to get off as
quickly as possible. Sometimes it will be a combination of the
two. There is no right or wrong way to do it," I explained,
although I don't know how much of the verbal lesson was getting
through to the kids.

	Ricky certainly was no longer paying attention as his world had
narrowed to the feeling of his cock pounding in and out of his
mother's hot wet cunt. As was common for teenage boys, Ricky did
not last long. His strokes got shorter and and his breath
quickened. He looked over at me with a questioning expression,
"I'm close," he stated.

	"Go ahead and shoot your spunk inside her, she's on the pill so
its safe," I said.

	"Oh fuck," he moaned as he buried his cock inside her vagina and
blasted his cum into her.

	"Oh yeah, give her your load Ricky," moaned Katy as she started
shaking as her own orgasm took over her young body. The intensity
of the scene and Madison's gentle caressing of my cock would have
been enough to get me off, but I had other plans and enough
experience that I could control myself.

	When he was finished Ricky fell back and sat on his heals to
catch his breath. I took my hand off Katy's pussy after her
organism subsided and unzipped my pants, finally freeing my cock.
Katy gasped when she saw it. Madison giggled and shouted out,
"Grampa's pee pee is bigger than Ricky's!"

	I smiled at Madison and tussled his hair, "It is now, but I bet
Ricky's will be bigger than mine before too long."

	"Nuh uh," said Madison not believing me.

	I just smiled at him before turning to Sara, who had collapsed
onto the floor after Ricky finished with her. "Get up her and
suck my cock. It is the least you can do to thank me for not
kicking you out of the house tonight," I ordered.

	Sara picked herself up off the floor and crawled over to the
couch. "Yes sir. I'm sorry being such a bad girl Daddy. I'll be
good from now on," she said than leaned down and took my cock
into her mouth. For the first time in a long time I finally
believed my daughter was no longer lying to me. As I shot my load
down her throat I wondered why I had waited so long to finally
take charge.