I was fresh out of high school for this one. Several times every summer I would visit my grandparents for a day or so. This particular summer I had sp...ent more time than usual with my cousin after we had fun in the woods over a family thanksgiving. It was the week of the fourth of July and we were at a local campground for some community festivities. After hours of building the sexual tension we were at the beach to jump in the lake for a cool off. After a while everyone from our families had. It was like all of the girls at school grew legs all of the sudden. I mean the guys all knew they were there all along, but when the skirts sprouted in April, we no longer had to imagine, and it was a leg man's paradise.Missy was no exception. She appeared at my door early on that second Monday of April. Her light sweater was open, showing her white blouse. After a steamy kiss, I followed her off the porch to her car and recognized immediately that the blue jeans were not pants, but a skirt. I sat there wish why I wasn’t more strict,But isn’t that why he need a father; to dad he died long ago. I sat on the sink and he took of my underwear from my dress.What was I supposed to do, I’ve never been black mailed before: never. But why him of all people,Does it have to be my own son? What cruel fake have I been given?And why?He pushed my legs up so that my plat shoes were onTwo sides of the counter. He can see everything…I felt like I wanted to cry and closed my eyes, I felt like a child. I had never used him this much, and wanted to push him to his limits. He told me he was spent, that his ass was throbbing, and could his mistress give him a break for a few minutes. Without saying a word, I walked over to where he had left his jeans in a heap on the floor. I pulled the belt free from the belt loops and walked around to the head of the bed. I leaned over, the strap on just inches from his face and asked him if he wanted to lick it clean. Oh no he protested. He told me I knew he.