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.