My Sexy Fat Dad: Episode 3: Mum Substitutes Dad For A Dildo.

Copy of MY SEXY FAT DAD; MUM ABANDONS HIM FOR THE POLES OF VEGAS (3)

Finally my Dad is recuperating, his dingleberry is finally on temporary leave. He eventually dug out his Curriculum Vitae and beat his meat for the last feat. Now he’s on a Tie for the first time in 7 years, but don’t get too hopeful yet, because he wasn’t on a suit, he still wore a jacket and he looked like a Flag blown away by the wind.

It was early in the morning and there he lay on the couch, hands on his Dingleberry Canopy, my humble excuse of a Father was about to fall into the temptation of his old days, or rather of two days ago (the last night he molested his pecker).

I stared at him, he looked away, and in a few seconds we heard a loud siren, it was NEPA! they had finally resurrected after weeks of deep political corrupt coma. The Television immediately buzzed on and boom bada boom, I and my Dad saw the unseen. For five whole traumatizing minutes, my Dad lay in front of the Television grabbing it by the hunchback and resting the tip of his dingleberry on the control buttons below as if he wanted to make some Teletubbies with it.

It was my Mum again and this time she wasn’t hugging a pole or giving a CEO of a Fortune Five-Hundred Company a 2 hour long publicly streamed lap dance, it was something else, it was something new, a boundary we felt my Mum would never cross.

“Tanya, we heard about the good news, could you give us a fresh scoop of gist?”

And behold there my Mum sat down, legs crossed like two irregularly harvested tubers of yam, whipping her fake blonde hair and trying so hard to steal a giggle from one of her unhappy fans worldwide, presumably my Dad who happened to be harbouring a magic portal for unfortunate houseflies in his mouth.

“Yes, yes, I had to switch up on my taste of Men, most especially my sorry excuse of a husband whom I left in his misery, to chase my dreams in Vegas”

Tears rolled down my Dad’s eyes, he sneezed in bits and pieces, I could almost tell he was in serious pain (he always cried every morning and after spanking his pecker since my Mum abandoned him for the poles of Vegas, but this tears carried a deeper meaning to it) and for the first time I could see through my Dad, I could see beneath his Beautiful, his Fat Belly, his Dingleberry Blast.

“He makes me feel more like a Woman, he fills in the deep vacuum, the emotionless void my husband left in me”

And behold there lay the object, its head dangling on the edge of the screen while my Mum giggled, it was already attempting to steal the spotlight. Camera finally zooms in and pans to the Dildo, and immediately it made a nasty bounce towards the screen, I was already uncomfortable and honestly pondering on the possibility of the Dildo stealing the last dingleberry juice my Dad had left, this thing was definitely possessed by a spirit for sure and for the first time I was scared for my Mum, even though I knew how limitless her nastiness was, I feared for her safety, her sanity.

While I was frozen in deep pondering, unknown to me my Dad had lost it, he was on the floor, slumped, he looked so helpless, one could almost think he was sinking deep into the basement, my Dad had finally reached his emotional limit, he couldn’t take the betrayal anymore, he was defeated.

Click this link for the previous episode: My Sexy Fat Dad; Episode 2: The Dingleberry Violation!

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Written by Stephen Uba

I am the Pot of Beans behind Waterybeans.Com.

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