I enter the house to find Daddy sitting in the chair opposite a woman who looks just like my estranged mother who is seated on our sofa.
They both pause midway through a noticeably heated conversation to look at me, dressed in bra, booty shorts and heels.
After a brief moment of mutual scanning, my mom breaks the silence with a warm greeting.
"Hello dear! It's soo good to finally see you again. Please, come sit."
She pats the seat next to her, inviting me over. She reaches up to hug me as I approach her. My fake breast forms pressing into her face. A kiss on the cheek, then I'm seated on the sofa at her side with her warmly holding my hand, seemingly oblivious to my slutty gurl attire.
Dad picks back up where he had apparently left off.
"So just how in the hell do you plan to come home after all this time?" He demanded.
"You never said goodbye, never called, never gave any indication you were even alive. You just up and leave one day and leave me alone to take care of our child."
With his last comment mom throws me a glance with a raised eyebrow and I feel myself blush.
Daddy pauses to compose himself before continuing, "Just where exactly have you been this entire time?"
Mom slowly draws a breath, followed by a brief exhale before blankly stating, "I was at 'the Ranch'."
At hearing this I see Daddy freeze.
Mom continues, "I was approached by a man from 'the Ranch' with a proposition which matched my own personal goals for development."
"I was used for entertainment," she continued, "until my goal was met, and the ranch-hands had no further use of me. Then I was released."
She stood, lifting her skirt to reveal the brand burned into her left butt cheek.
By his expression, I could tell Daddy was not completely convinced by this story. Although he clearly knew more than I did about this so-called ranch.
Daddy moved ahead with his questioning.
He asked, "So I'm supposed to just assume you're telling the truth, that you've been working your holes with purpose, and that you didn't just walk out on me for no reason?..."
"If that's the case," he continued "you should have no problem proving you're still my loyal slut."
Pointing at me he said, "As you can see, I've already replaced you with our own son. He is a young, willing slut. But old enough to make his own legal choice to service and please me. I'm not sure you have anything more to offer that I can't already get from our sissy son."
Mom replies, "Yes, I see you've done a wonderful job raising our son, and I'm proud to see him take this role so seriously. But I am your Whore wife! I am your horny, willing slut, for you to use and abuse for all your life. I am loyal only to you. My only desire is to be used for your pleasure."
With that, I saw Daddy's cock jump in his pants. Now I know Mom is winning him over. But Daddy still isn't sold.
"Ok then," he says, "If everything you say is true, I want you to prove it to me. Go to the table now and lay on your back. I will need to test you.."
Mom complied without hesitation.
She climbed up on the table and laid on her back while Daddy knelt under the table to tie her hands to her feet.
It's a small round table, leaving her head to hang off one end and her legs off the other. Her hands reached down under the sides of the table. Her legs folded back under the table where Daddy tied her wrists to her ankles.
Folded backwards on the table with pussy and ass at one edge and head hanging off the other.
Mom is my height, but thinner than me, with a tiny little waistline. Sexy for sure. She couldn't be more than 90 pounds. Easy to throw around, but curvy in the hips.