Dad lifted himself off of me and stood up, his hard dick bouncing in front of him, wet with my juices.

I scampered to the far side of the couch and stood up too.

"I can't believe you were raping our little girl, you sick bastard. I am calling the police right now," she said as she pulled out her phone.

"No," I said, as I stepped forward, passing Daddy, and snatching the phone from her hand.

"What the fuck?" Mom gasped in surprise.

"Daddy wasn't raping me," I told her.

"Give me my phone back!" she shouted.

"Mom, listen to me!" I shouted back.

She stepped back, her brow...