Tara, Tara, Tara. She was the love of my life and the dagger into my heart. In the beginning, it was a dream come true for a girl like her to even notice me, let alone say yes when I finally had the nerve to ask her out, and then to be my girlfriend. Looking back, it made no sense. Tara was from a wealthy family; I was not. Tara was an absolute, blonde beauty with an incredible, petite body. I, on the other hand, was average at best in appearance, short and skinny. In the end, Tara was simply looking for a guy that she could abuse and humiliate, and I walked right into that trap despite all the warning signs.

A month into our relationship, we were ready to introduce ourselves to each other’s parents. Her father and stepmother I could tell were not crazy about me when we met last weekend. They were polite, but I could sense they wanted someone more like them for potential son-in-law material. Now it was time to meet my parents.

My folks are the exact opposite of Tara’s. They live in a very modest, old house down in one of West Virginia’s economically depressed areas. Neither of them finished high school, so they were very proud when I got accepted into college here in Virginia and also got a full scholarship. Mom is lucky to have a job, working at the hospital as a receptionist. She’s 60 and has recently begun to put on a lot of weight. Dad’s older: 67 and had just gotten laid off as a painter at the refrigerator factory. Dad is tall, really tall, as in six-foot nine tall. He also has begun to gain some weight around his middle but being so tall, his weight evens out more than my short mother. Both of my parents had hard lives but were good country people.

The drive to West Virginia that day was tense, to say the least. I had gone over to Tara’s sorority house the night before to surprise her with a gift, only to walk into her room and find her having sex with the quarterback on our college football team. She just looked over at me while he told me to get the fuck out!

I left the house practically in tears, but Tara later came over and apologized. She assured me that she loved me and that she was going through a phase right now. I should have called off our plans for the next day, but I knew that Mom really wanted to meet Tara after all the good things I had said about her.

As we drove into my hometown, I reminded Tara that my parents and their house were not like what she was used to. Tara took my hand and assured me that she was completely non-judgmental and open-minded.

Tara and I showed up on time for lunch just as Mom was walking out of the house. She announced that she had been called into work unexpectedly. She apologized and told Tara they’d catch up soon. I could tell that Mom was very disappointed and I was too. Dad was not a good conversationalist and did not have the best people skills. He also had a tendency to dress too casually, so I hoped for the best as we went inside the house.

Well, I had hoped for the best but got a lot less than that. For one, the house was hot as can be: the air conditioning unit in the living room was on the floor, finally broken after so many years. And there sat Dad on the couch watching TV with his bare feet propped up on the coffee table. He sat there dressed in paint-stained jeans and an old T-shirt. He hadn’t bothered to shave nor even comb his hair.

Lunch had already been made so Dad, Tara, and I, after introductions, went to the dining table in the kitchen for our get-to-know (half) parent’s lunch. Getting Dad to initiate conversation was hard because he was painfully shy. He tried though, and Tara was, at first, very gracious and respectful.

“Tara, Steve tells me you went to a girls’ school before college, how did you like it?” he asked.

“It was a good experience, and I got a very good college-prep education,” she said. “But, I’m glad to be a freshman in college and getting to know my favorite sophomore, Steve.”

Dad smiled as he finished up his sandwich and took a gulp of soda.

“Steve has good taste, you’re a nice young lady,” he told her. “So many young women today are going down the wrong path. I’m glad to see there’s hope.”

Oh here we go with the Southern Baptist thing, I thought.

“Oh Mr. Peterson, you’re so sweet, thank you,” Tara said. “What do you like to do in your spare time?”

“Oh, I’m just a good old country boy. I got laid off from my job the other week. Been with that company for 45 years.”

“Oh no, Mr. Peterson, I’m so sorry!”

“It ain’t been easy. My wife got a job at the hospital, and I got unemployed, but I guess I need to retire at my age. Ain’t no jobs around here and definitely ain’t jobs for old men like me.”

“Mr. Peterson,” Tara continued. “Everything happens for a reason. You didn’t answer my question: what do you like to do?”

Dad just sat there for a minute and stared into space. I had told Tara over and over that he was a boring guy. His life revolved around sitting in front of the TV.

“Oh, I like to watch sports on the TV, and I don’t do much else,” Dad told her.

“Mr. Peterson, I think you’re a really nice man yourself, and I see where Steve gets his good looks,” she said causing Dad a little embarrassment.

He chuckled and said: “Oh you are too polite. I haven’t looked good since I was Steve’s age.” Then, patting his belly through his t-shirt, he continued: “And, this old man isn’t what he used to be.”

Dad got up and went down the hall to the bathroom, so Tara and I put away the dishes.

“Your father is really nice,” Tara said to me.

“Yeah, he takes a while to get to know, but he’s a good man.”

“He’s so tall!”

“Six foot nine: tallest man I’ve ever seen.”

“I’ll bet he’s got a big dick.”

“Shhh!” I said snapping at her. “He and Mom are both Southern Baptists. Why would you say something like that anyway?”

“Sorry honey, you’re right.”

We heard the toilet flush, but Dad didn’t come back to the kitchen. Of course, he was going back into the living room for more television.

The heat in the house was really intensifying. It was an unseasonably hot and humid day so with the air conditioning window unit down and no fans in the house, I opened the windows in the living room to get some air in. Dad just sat there, back in his spot on the couch with his feet up on the table, staring away into the television.

Tara sat down beside him and started to pull on her blouse to fan herself.

“Oh Mr. Peterson, how do you stand this heat?” she asked him.

Dad just shrugged his shoulders and kept looking at the TV. “We didn’t have no air conditioning for most of my life, you get used to it I guess.”

I sat down in the chair to join them. As I did, Tara smiled at me rather sinisterly.

“I’m so hot,” she said. “So, so hot.”

She opened a couple of buttons on her blouse, which I was not pleased with. Dad, of course, did not notice. He did notice though when she moved over closer to him, abutting herself right next to him. Dad looked over briefly then looked back at the TV. She then put her hand on top of his. Oh no!

“Your hands are so big,” she said as she traced his long fingers with her small one. Dad started to pull away, but she took his hand and started to massage it.

“Tara, I think we need to go,” I said.

“Oh Steve, we just got here. I would be impolite to leave so fast after lunch.”

Tara turned away from me and massaged Dad’s hand. Dad didn’t pull away, but he stayed silent, and sweat began to bead on his forehead.

“Mr. Peterson?” she said. “I really, really like you.”

Dead silence. Dad just looked over at me, but I didn’t know what to say. What was Tara thinking?

“It’s true,” she continued.

Sweat was now running down Dad’s forehead into his face. He looked over at me, his worthless son, I guess hoping that I would put a stop to the situation.

“Mr. Peterson?” Tara asked.

No response.

Tara drew up and whispered something in his ear.

This time Dad did pull away from his hand. He stood up from the couch, then froze.

“It’s OK Mr. Peterson,” Tara said. “Steve won’t mind, and your wife isn’t here. Come on, you know you want to.”

Well, I guess that revealed what she whispered to him?

Dad’s eyes stared into space. “S-Steve?” he struggled to address me.

I was paralyzed with shock, so I did not answer him.

Dad turned around and looked at us both, then he took a few deep breaths. Then, he turned around, walked out the front door, and stood on the porch, frozen like a statue. I was livid with Tara. I tried to gather my thoughts and force an exit strategy. Tara just looked at me with her ‘up to no good’ smile.

Just as I was getting ready to stand up, Dad walked back inside. He walked right past me and over to Tara on the couch. Bending down, he scooped her up in his arms without looking at me. Tara reached up and put her arms around his neck, and she kissed him. Then, with Tara in his arms, he carried her out of the room.

I couldn’t believe this. Tara was one thing but how could Dad do this to me, let alone Mom? Tara was 19 years old, and my Dad was a 67-year-old, awkward-looking, out-of-shape senior citizen. This was the same girl I caught banging a college football star?

I sank back in the chair, still in a state of shock, then I heard a creaky door close: that was the door to Mom and Dad’s bedroom. No way!

This had gone far enough, and now I was going to man up and stop it. I got up and walked down the hallway to the bedroom where the door was ajar. I looked inside the opening and saw Tara on the bed. Her blouse, bra, and skirt were off, and as she laid down on the bed, she raised her legs into the air, slipping off her panties as she did so. After tossing her panties at him, she giggled then began to lick her lips and rub her breasts. I could hear the sounds of my father getting undressed: his jeans unzipping and falling to the floor with the loud thump of his belt buckle. Dad stepped forward into my view and stopped at the edge of the bed as he slipped off his boxers.

I hadn’t seen my father naked before and while I wasn’t surprised considering his height and the length of his feet and fingers, I was amazed at how long his erect penis was. It shot out of his hairy pubic bush like a rocket and had to have been a good eight or nine inches. What a contrast to my tiny three and a half incher which, I guess I got from Mom’s side of the family.

Dad got into bed and after kissing her moved down to her breasts. He brought his face in closer and started to lick and suck her fully erect, pink nipples. Tara moaned and moaned as he drooled all over them.

“Oh Tara,” he said over and over again as he sucked her nipples and massaged her breasts, drooling all over them.

“Yes, oh yes Mr. Peterson.”

“Call me Bill.”

“Can I call you daddy?”

Dad sounded an ‘mmm-mmm’ as he wasted no time running his tongue down her torso, into her navel and down to her hips where she moaned and twitched as he discovered her pleasure zones. Tara knew where he was heading, so she opened her legs as he made his face down to the most intimate part of her body.

“Oh Tara, it’s so pretty,” he told her as he spread open her pink folds with his big fingers.

Dad moved his face in closer, stuck out his tongue, and went to town on her, licking her folds then up to her clitoris, which caused her to cry out and buck her pelvis. Dad slobbered, grunted, and babbled as he alternated between licking her clitoris, her labia, and spreading it all to shove his tongue inside.

The bedroom window was wide open, and the blinds were up. I hoped none of the neighbors were out in their yards to hear what was going on.

“So beautiful, so pink, so sweet,” he mumbled as he devoured her vaginal area. Dad growled like an animal as he shoved his tongue deep into her vagina. He was doing something right because Tara screamed with pleasure as her first orgasm took place, lubricating his already sweaty face with her juices.

Dad inserted one of his fingers and then another into her vagina while massaging her clitoris with his tongue. This drove her wild, and her reflexes kicked in, making her sit up. They started kissing, and Tara took control, pushing him over on his back.

Getting into her new position, Tara looked over and saw me standing in the doorway. She smiled then took his enormous penis in her little hands and teased the top of it with her tongue, letting spit roll out of her mouth and onto his head. Dad’s toes wiggled, and his legs flinched as she started to go down, tonguing his urethra before taking his mushroom-shaped head slowly into her pouty lips.

“Ahhhh,” Dad sighed. “Ahhhh. Oh, Tara, that feels so good. No one has ever sucked me before.”

“Your wife doesn’t suck you?” Tara asked quickly before she went back down and took more into her throat.

“No,” Dad said. “She’s never sucked me. I’ve never had sex with anyone other than her.”

Tara sounded turned on by what he said, and she then went deeper and deeper. Dad continued to lie flat on his back, enjoying it as Tara opened up her oral cavity to please as much of his manhood as she could.

“Oh Tara,” he sighed raising his head back as she deep-throated him. She devoured his penis, and then coming up for air, she rested her throat but gave him no break in pleasure by continuing to lick it up and down its long shaft. She practically worshipped his penis as he moaned and babbled.

While worshipping my Dad’s penis, Tara would frequently look over and look at me watching them through the opening between the door and the wall. She had even more torture lined up for me.

“I’ll bet your wife would never do this to you?” she asked as she went down and started to suck on his big, low-hanging testicles.

“Noooo,” Dad said as he laid back and spread his long legs open to give her access. “Ohhh that feels so good.”

Dad was really enjoying being tea-bagged, but he wanted more. He got up and stood at the end of the bed. He then re-positioned Tara at the edge, on her knees with her face down and her ass in the air. He knelt down on the floor and once again, licked her vaginal area and this time, her anus as well, alternating between the two.

“You’d never lick your wife’s ass would you?” Tara said as she pushed her backside back on Dad’s face and stared right at me.

“No,” Dad mumbled while spitting into her nether regions. “Oh Tara, it’s so sweet.”

Dad and Tara had been engaging for a while in their hardcore foreplay, but surely he would not go so far as to actually fuck her. Surely he was still decent enough not to commit official adultery against my mother?

Nope. In no time at all, he stood up and rubbed that big, throbbing penis into her pink folds. Tara and Dad both gasped as he worked his manhood into her from behind. While he was putting it in, he looked across the room and saw me.

“Steve?”

Tara wasn’t about to let him be guilt-tripped into stopping.

“Look over here!” she shouted at me. “Look at your daddy fucking me.”

Tara turned her head back to Dad and told him not to stop.

“Yeah, daddy. Don’t stop. Teach your son how to make love to a woman.”

“Oh, oh, oh!” Dad yelled out as he started to fuck her, looking down at her, then over to me and then back at her.

“I love your big daddy cock inside me!” she cried out. “Fuck me, daddy! Yeah, fuck me hard!”

Dad obeyed, going deep and slamming her from behind like a jackhammer. He later flipped her around on her back and spread her legs wide open. He plunged back down into her, slamming away as his big balls made that skin-to-skin slapping sound.

Looking around the room, I was horrified to see the two redneck boys next door looking inside the window. One of the little bastards had his smartphone up, capturing the whole thing. I, being the weakling I was, just continued to watch my Dad and Tara, too embarrassed to go out outside and risk being called a sissy cuckold by the neighbors.

“Oh, Tara! Oh, Tara!” Dad yelled at the top of his lungs.

He pumped harder and harder, then practically screamed as he ejaculated into her. Tara came at the same time he did. Both of them were surely heard by more neighbors considering the windows were open.

After they had finished, the two of them breathed heavy for a while, forgot I was there, and then started to kiss again and roll around on the bed. The show was over, so I went back to the living room to watch television. Only, it wasn’t over. In no time, I could hear them again going for a second round. This time though, I stayed in the living room, thinking about how I hated them right now.

About a half-hour later, I heard them having sex again: this time, in the shower. My 67-year-old father was definitely a stud.

“Oh Steve,” Tara said walking into the living room after they’d finished and gotten dressed. “I’ve had fun, but it’s time to go home.”

“I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed meeting your father,” she said before kissing me on the cheek.

I couldn’t speak as I got up off the couch. On the way out, Dad and I looked at each other, both stone-faced, not knowing what to say. I walked right past him without saying goodbye, but he put his hand on my shoulder to stop me then whispered in my ear:

“Steve my boy, that was one hell of a birthday present. Thank you.”

Shit, I had completely forgotten that it was his birthday.

The End.