Life moved on. I lived with with my husband, David, and our four kids and a dog. Yet I never aged. It was not a tradition family. By this time David too had visited the regression spa and perminantly turned himself 18, though he still towered over me. Everyone towered over me. And soon enough, even our kids towered over me.
We'd eventually moved in with Daddy together. His age was stuck at 40. People just assumed that we were all his children. Who would belive that a boy like me could have become pregnant and given birth to three sons and a daughter who all looked older than me now.
Both Daddy and David used me often. Several times a day each usually. Sometimes together. Because of my apparent age, I couldn't get a job other than newspaper boy on bike, so I was mostly a stay at home dad. My Daddy still automatically got all my wages.
Daddy and David desided everything in my life. Where I live. Where I sleep. What I wear. When we fuck. What I eat. As such, my kids grew up learning not to respect me as a person, much less their father. Still, I was surprised when it happened.
I was alone in the house, cleaning everything in the sexy french maid outfit David had selected for me to wear that morning. My oldest son, Oscar, came home from high school early. It had been raining, and he had stomped in without removing his shoes, dragging mud all over the floor I'd just washed.
"Oscar! I just cleaned that. Take off your shows and clean that up."
"Nah. It's okay. We have a slave to do all our cleaning anyway."
"Slave!? Oscar, I am your father. Apologize now!" I demand, stomping my foot indignantly while in my revealing maid outfit. Oscar stepped right up to me and took my chin in his hand.
"Not fair that we don't also get to use the family slave." He kissed me then. I jumoed back, to shocked for words. He didn't let me recover. He grabbed me and violently started feeling me up while kissing my protesting lips and biting my neck. My panties were pulled off as a slung me over the kitchen counter and began fucking me.
Even though David and Daddy fucked me every day, I was still tight as a virgin thanks to the way my body always returned to the same state after an hour or so. And sex was my weakness. Even after all these years, I still hadn't had a single orgasm. Endless edging, but never physically able to climax. It made me give in far too easily. Here I was, being raped by my own disrespectful son and moaning with passion with my arms wrapped around his much bigger body.