You feel a cloud come over your mind again, and its obvious that something similar is happening to your ex-father, too. The only difference being that you're cripplingly aware of what is happening, and he seems to just think that it's a headache. Before you have time to worry about what's actually occurring, a fresh batch of new memories come flooding in, although, they're not new. They're just your memories.
You remember how, on your way to the top, you suddenly realised that you wanted someone at home who would actually care for you. Sure, you knew in your head you'd never believe in fidelity, and you'd never get over showing the interns a good time, but that didn't mean you couldn't pseudo-settle down.
"No, please no," you, Kayla Radley say, clutching your head.
"What's the matter, sweety?" asked your husband.
"Nothing you can't help with, I'm sure," you say, despite yourself.
Oh, how your brain is screaming at you. Yelling 'til bursting what you know that you know; that you are Kyle, this man's son.
Oh, how your body is screaming at you. This man is your husband, and right now, for whatever reason, you want him more than any warm-blooded woman has ever wanted any other warm-blooded man.
Smirking, he comes and sits next to you, putting his hand on yours.
"Honey, you know you'll be late for work if we do that," he says.
You say nothing, but slip your hand to the top of his trousers and run your fingers up and down his naval, scratching every so often with your manicured fingers.
"Mmm, well, we all know you can make time."
His hands reach up the back of your shirt, and your hand slides further down his trousers, eventually resting on his nice, hard member. The sensations are so unfamiliar, but you've experienced them so many times before, it's as if you're viewing life through some kind of hypnosis, but completely in control of yourself. You feel your bra snap undone, and his hands work themselves around to your chest; those huge mammeries now hanging free.
You hear a gasp, a sexy, sensual, kittenhigh squeal of orgasmic pleasure, and realise it has come from your mouth; the fingers caressing your nipples being the cause.
Your mind is far from silent. You desperately try to cling onto whatever traces of yourself you can find at the back of your mind that tell you that this man taught you to ride a bike; took you to school; told you all that you needed to know about women, and...oh, what your husband knew about women had kept you excited for years. He'd picked you up from your first night of binge drinking. He'd been there to defend you when the police found cannabis about your person. He'd slipped off your top and was pulling your skirt off, and you were reciprocating, having already stripped him down to his underwear.
You'd seen him naked so many times before, but the sight of his penis leaping out at you still took you by surprise, and delight. Shedding the last of your clothes and pulling your oh-so-seethrough underwear off, you pushed him back onto the bed and clambered on top. You liked to control the pace. You always had.
Riding backwards and forwards, slowly at first, but gathering speed, you both start moaning, grunting, gasping for air. You tense as many muscles as you can and gyrate for all your worth, him inside you being like some kind of divine relief. The sweat has begun to drip down your shimmering body, and your hands raise to your hair as you clutch at your scalp, losing yourself. Your coitus noises get louder and louder as the pleasure amounts more and more, when suddenly he sits up, lifts you, and turns you both over so that he is on top. Such power. Such raw animal strength. He is incredible, and now he is pounding in and out of you, by now having made you feel so unbelievable that you are screaming, and screaming his name. And screaming his name. You feel a deep welling inside of you, and the sounds he's emitting let you know that he too is close to climax.
"Make me come!" you scream, "Make me fucking come!"
His pumping gets faster, and you grab onto his buttocks hard, pulling him in and out of you.
And then you feel it.
Your pussy tightens and your scream gets ridiculous. He grunts louder and louder, and ejaculates into you with one last almighty grind.
"Daddy!" you wail.
And then he clambers off you, and you lie there, the two of you, panting.
"I didn't know you were into stuff like that. Would you like me to pretend to be your daddy sometimes?" he asked.
Your mind is reeling. You can barely believe what you've done. Except you do it every other day.
Oh, what will happen now?