X-Rated: Daddy's Dvds - Sex Stories

X-Rated: Daddy's Dvds

... continued to watch the homemade video.

"We really going go through with this?" Ginny asked Penny as the two best friends talked on their cell phones that night.

"My back hurts. I got heartburn so God damned bad I want to throw up. My feet are so swollen it fucking hurts to walk," Penny snarled. "Right now? I'm laying in bed and I just can't get comfortable. You happy being knocked up?"

"No. I, I hate it," Ginny admitted. "I mean, I love my babies; I feel them kicking and I think 'Oh! Twins!' and I just get so happy. Then next minute I'm thinking how they could do this to us? I mean, their own daughters? Their own flesh and blood?"

"I mean, I had me two scholarships; I could have gone to college; I wanted to get a degree in Finance. Now? I'm going spend the next eighteen, nineteen years saddled down with a kid," Penny stated.

The next day, Danny and John met with an attorney that was fresh out of law school. For a few hundred dollars, the young attorney drafted up the legal documents and promised to have the document filed with the St. Elizabeth Parish Courthouse. Concluding their business, he wished the two men success on their duck hunting trip.

"Duck...duck hunting?" his cute, perky paralegal asked as the two men left the small strip mall office.

"What they said," the young man agreed.

"Mr. Patterson? It ain't duck hunting season," the girl said. "Plus that? You going duck hunting? Need get out there early, early in the morning. Not no two thirty in ...

... the afternoon."

Using Google, Robbie Patterson looked it up. Sure enough, the paralegal was right. He left messages for Mr. Breaux and Mr. Leblanc that they would be in violation of Fishing & Gaming statutes if they did go duck hunting out of season. After leaving these messages for his clients, he did file their legal documents with the St. Elizabeth Parish Courthouse.

Twenty four hours later, Robbie received a phone call from Mr. Breaux's cel phone.

"Hi Robbie, listen, this is my confession. I used subliminal messages to trick my daughter into fucking me and my best friend," Danny Breaux confessed.

"And I done the same thing with my Penny," John said. "The discs we used are in my sock drawer. Just ask Penny; she'll get them for you. She, she's a good girl. She'll get them for you."

"GOT ALL THAT?" Danny asked, then the phone went dead.

OO..OO

Sitting in John's bass boat, the two men somberly looked at each other. The quiet of the Atchafalaya Basin was unnerving. There was not even a bird's cry to be heard. The still waters were smooth as glass all around the small craft. With a silent nod they placed the barrels of their twelve gauge shotguns into each other's mouths.

"One, two, three," John counted.

Of course, with the muzzle of Danny's shotgun in his mouth, it sounded more like, "Um, moo, dee."

The End

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