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CHAPTER ONE

Linda Palmer twisted free and pushed herself away from Tom Henderson’s broad chest. Her lipstick was badly smeared, and a lot of it was on Tom’s face. She pushed his hand out from under her skirt, holding him tightly by the wrist.

“Tommy, this is insane; we’ve got to stop. I never should have let you bring me home. I just knew something like this would happen,” Linda cried.

“I knew it, too. I wanted it to happen,” Tom said.

“But… but Bill is your best friend. You’re going to be the best man at our wedding.”

“Friendship goes out the window where you’re concerned, Linda. I hated him the first time he took you out.”

“We’d better cool it for a few minutes,” she said, sliding over against the car door. “We’ve both had too much to drink.”

“Bill should have better sense than to get bombed,” Tom said, slamming his palm against the steering wheel.

Linda had gone with Tom Henderson first, only a few times, and nothing had happened between them. It was through Tom that she had met William Temple. She was a freshman at State and Bill was a senior; it was almost love at first sight. Bill was only twenty-one, but very bright, an intellectual. He turned twenty-two the day before he graduated. He asked her to marry him that night. Tom was three years older than Bill, and their engagement hadn’t seemed to bother him at all, at least then.

They had gone to a party arranged by Linda’s friends, and Bill had too much to drink and passed out. Linda and Tom took him to the motel where the two young men were staying and put him to bed. Tom drove her home and they had been sitting in front of the house talking. Both had been drinking and one thing led to another.

“Are you mad?” Linda said.

“Damn right, I’m mad. You get a guy all worked up and then just shove him away.”

“I didn’t mean to get you all worked up, Tommy,” she said, sliding back to the middle of the seat and carelessly putting her hand on his thigh. “Besides, I was a little worked up myself. It was the booze.”

“It wasn’t the booze with me,” Tom said.

“What was it then?” Linda said, squeezing his leg. Her vanity made her foolish. She wanted him to say flattering things.

“Shit! It was you, and you know it.”

He turned in the seat to face her and put his arm around her. She let him kiss her again, and in the process her hand somehow slid up his leg until it lay on his cock. It stiffened inside his pants leg, stretching out under her palm.

When Linda realized what she was doing, a thrill raced up her spine. She pulled her hand back for an instant, and then put it back with more pressure than before.

Tom kissed her harder. He had his arms around her inside her tight coat now, and put his hands under her sweater. He found the clasp on her bra.

Linda felt the catch come free as her tongue glided into his mouth. It felt so good to be Frenching with him, and his hands felt so good on her bare skin, and his cock felt so good throbbing under her hand. Her mind was all fuzzy with excitement.

One of Tom’s hands slid around her body and pushed up under her loose bra. The nipple felt very large and came up hard quickly. Her tits were firm, and bigger than he had thought. It was the biggest nipple he’d ever felt.

“Jesus, Linda,” he said, moving his hand to her other breast.

Linda gasped, unable to speak. Her nipples were supersensitive to any stimulation. It was especially true during her good time of the month, which started a few days after her period and lasted for a week, sometimes two. She was in the middle of her good time.

“Oh God, Tom, I like that,” she rasped, her voice husky.

She kissed him wildly, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth. She turned her hips to make it easier for him when she felt his other hand under her skirt. Her thighs opened and she squeezed hard at his prick when she felt his cool fingertips on the excitable flesh at the top of her leg.

Bill hadn’t discovered her sexual weaknesses, and she was glad, otherwise they’d have been fucking regularly, and she didn’t want that, not before they were married. She had held his amorous advances at bay and he thought of her as a sweet, innocent young lady.

Tom realized immediately how sensitive her nipples were; she had lit up like a roman candle the minute he started playing with them. He pulled up her sweater with one hand, keeping the other between her legs, and bent his head to the swollen nipple. He sucked on the big, ripe berry, grazing it gently with his teeth.

“Yes, Tommy, yes, I love that,” she moaned.

She reached down and pressed his hand against the crotch of her panties. The thin material was wet. Her other hand fought with his zipper, and then it crept stealthily inside, searched for the opening in his shorts, and just as stealthily wrapped tightly around his prick.

Tom pushed aside her panty crotchband, then pressed two fingers into the warm cleft of her cuntlips. Her cunt seemed to open in anticipation. Linda moaned softly, and slowly eased his cock out of his pants.

“Lift up a little, honey, so I can get your pants off,” he said.

Linda was stroking his cock. She lifted up, and her panties were quickly on the floor. She continued stroking his prick, squeezing each time her hand rolled up over his glans. She could feel the wetness from his seepage on her palm.

Tom had his finger all the way in her pussy. He slowly finger-fucked her, his mouth back on her distended nipple. He knew she was ready to fuck and would offer no resistance, but he wanted her at an absolute peak. He wanted her to get even more aggressive and do the fucking herself. It would be a bonus for his ego.

“Shit, honey, I want you so bad,” he said.

“Oh, Tommy, I want you, too!” Linda cried.

“Say it, honey, say what you want.”

“You know what I want, Tom.”

“Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me,” she hissed, “you bastard!” She was masturbating him rapidly.

“Oh, shit baby!! I want you to fuck me!” Tom released the seat all the way back. “Straddle my lap, Linda! Straddle my lap and fuck me!”

Linda didn’t care any more; she wanted it. She let him slide out from under the wheel and stretch out, then threw a knee over his lap. She felt around until she found his prick and pressed the thick head into her open pussy. She sighed with pleasure when the head of his cock popped inside.

She was about to push herself down on the wonderful thing when the porch light went on. It was quite dark outside, and the light seemed to flood the entire area. She gasped and pulled herself free of his prick.

“Oh, my God! Jesus Christ… Daddy has seen us!” she wailed, scrambling to get out of the car.

She slammed the door closed behind her, then jerked it back open and grabbed her underwear off the floor. She quickly pulled her panties back on and dashed for the house. It happened so quickly that Tom didn’t have time to utter a word.

She stepped into the house, snapped off the porch light, and leaned heavily against the door.

“Damn! Damn! Goddamn!” she muttered softly, completely ashamed. She was so hot; she wanted so badly to be fucked. Yet she loved William too, and felt terribly ashamed. She stood in the dark hall and hooked her bra.

CHAPTER TWO

“Is that you, kitten?” Dan Palmer called.

Linda jerked her sweater down and smoothed the front of her skirt. “Yes, Daddy,” she answered. She went down the hall and stepped into the living room. “Did you hear us drive up?”

“No. I just turned the light on so you could see when you got here. Did Bill bring you home?”

“Uh… yeah. It was a good party,” she said.

“Gee, Dad, you ready for bed already?”

Dan was in his pajamas and robe. He looked at his watch. “It’s almost one, time for bed. I’ll be glad tomorrow when your mother and brother get home.”

“Yeah, it’s lonely around here without them,” Linda said.

In the midst of wedding preparations, Linda’s aunt had had a heart attack, and her mother had had to rush to her side. She took Linda’s brother Peter along. They were on their way back, due in the next evening.

Linda looked at her father, her dark eyes sparkling. “I’ve kind of liked it with just you and me here,” she said, pouting.

Dan stepped over and hugged his daughter, quickly aware of the fullness of her young breasts against his chest. “I like it that way, too, Linda, but you’re never here, always out somewhere.”

“I can change that if you want me to,” Linda said softly, kissing her father on the lips.

Linda felt very strongly about her father, beyond the normal limits of a daughter for her father. He was an attractive man, tall and handsome. He still had a full head of hair at forty-three.

Dan gently pushed his daughter away, blushing slightly, fearful that she would feel his cock against her leg. He had certainly been aware that it pressed against her leg.

“When little girls grow up, they aren’t supposed to kiss their daddies like that,” he said.

“I like to kiss my daddy like that,” Linda answered.

“I guess I have to admit that I liked it, too.” He held her at arm’s length. “Have you been drinking, kitten?”

Linda blushed. “Yes, we had a few drinks. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not. You were with your fiance; you were safe.”

Linda whirled away to hide her blush and plopped heavily on the couch, pulling her legs up under her.

“Let’s have a drink together, Daddy. We never have.”

Dan stared at his daughter. Her skirt was halfway up her thighs. God, she’s beautiful, he thought, no girl of nineteen has a right to be so well filled out; it’s against all laws of nature. “Okay, but just one, then it’s to bed with you.”

Linda smiled at him, aware that he was staring at her thighs.

He went to the buffet and got two glasses. “Scotch or bourbon?” he asked.

“Scotch. A little water and no ice,” she said.

When he returned with the drinks, he darted a glance at her legs. Her skirt was higher, and he could see the edge of her panties. Dark hair protruded from the edges, showing in sharp contrast against her white legs. He wanted to slip his hand in the pocket of his robe and push his cock down, which was hardening against his will, but he was afraid she would notice.

“How is Bill standing up under all this?” he said, sitting beside her.

“William? Just fine. He did get a little drunk tonight, though.” She giggled. “A bunch of the guys I went to high school with are having a bachelor party for him tomorrow night; giving him a last fling.” Her legs parted a bit wider. “Why don’t they have bachelor parties for girls, Daddy? Do they think it’s only men that want to sow a few wild oats before they take the fatal plunge? Girls have sexual urges, too, you know.”

Yes, Daddy knew. At least some girls had sexual urges, others he wasn’t sure about. His wife, Helen, didn’t seem to, not any more, anyway. He wondered if she had ever cheated on him, almost hoping that she had. He was sure that a lot of wives had no sexual urges at all, that they spent more time thinking of ways to avoid sex than they spent cooking and caring for their homes. Most of his friends’ wives seemed like that. He wished that Helen still liked to fuck.

“It’s tradition, pet. Men seem to think it one of their inalienable rights to have a bachelor party.” He chuckled and got to his feet. “We’d better think about turning in.”

“Daddy,” Linda said, holding her hand out to him. “Help me up. I’d like to talk to you real confidential about getting married… now that we’re alone. You could come up to my bedroom while I got ready for bed and we could talk.”

“Certainly, pet,” He took her hand and pulled her to her feet. “If there is anything I can do, I’ll be more than pleased.”

She stepped close to him, her face inches from his. “Do you really mean that?” she asked seriously.

“You know I do, sweetheart,” he told her, hugging her until she was breathless. “Because I love you so much.” He kissed her lightly on the mouth. She surprised him by Frenching him. It had been a long time since he had had a good french kiss. She molded her body against his, her tongue deep in his mouth Dan was sure she could feel his cock, which hung in a half-hard state.

Finally they pulled apart, and she sighed. “I love you, too, Daddy, more than you can guess.”

With his arm around her waist, they went up the stairs to her bedroom, where Dan sat down on the edge of her bed. To his surprise, Linda pulled her sweater over her head and dropped it on the floor. He thought she would change in the closet, or at least behind his back. Her tits completely filled the bra. She stood provocatively for a minute and let him gawk, then she pulled the zipper down on the side of her skirt and let it float to the floor. She stepped from the crumpled skirt and did a pirouette in front of her flabbergasted father.

“I need to know if I have a sexy figure, Daddy. It’s important, you know, if a girl is to keep her husband happy,” she said nonchalantly.

“Sexy is an understatement,” he said, swallowing hard.

He could see her heavy bush bulging out the front of her panties and creeping out around the legbands. There was a stain in the crotch, too, like she had wet herself a little.

Linda smiled knowingly at the admiration in her father’s eyes. She knew lust when she saw it. Her hand went behind her back and unsnapped the catch on her bra. She hunched her shoulders forward, the straps slipping off her shoulders, and let the garment fall free. Her big tits were large and round and smooth, the oversized red nipples already standing erect.

“Well, are they all right?” she asked.

“Wow!”

“Do you really mean it, Daddy? Are they really that nice?” she asked excitedly, dropping onto his lap, her arms going around his neck. “The girls always said they were super; you know, in gym and things, but they were just other girls. I wanted a man’s opinion.”

“Yes, honey, they’re super. They’re not quite as large as your mother’s were at twenty, but they’re better shaped, and hers were rather special. But you didn’t need to go to this extreme for me to tell you that.”

Linda moved her rump enough to be sure she was having the desired affect on her daddy. She took the waistband of her panties in her fingers. “I want you to see everything I’ve got, Daddy… so you can give me a complete answer.” She pushed the flimsy garment over her hips, past the thick fur on her mound, and on down her thighs.

Dan bit savagely at his tongue. He knew it was wrong, but his cock was jerking convulsively inside his pajamas. He wanted to grab her and fondle her, feel all of her intimate parts, and… God, he squeezed his eyes shut with shame… he wanted to fuck her.

“Open your eyes, Daddy, and look at me,” she ordered sternly. “I want you to look at me with lust and desire—I’ve always wanted you to.” With this, she sat on his lap again, her arms draped around his neck.

When Dan opened his eyes, her breasts were inches from his mouth. Her nipples were so large, so dark; he wanted to suck one of them into his mouth.

She clung to his neck, staring directly into his eyes. “I wonder about sex, too, Daddy; wonder how I’ll react to it. I wonder if I’ll like it.”

“Oooh, Linda, I think you know you’ll like it,” he groaned. “Don’t do this to me, baby.”

“Don’t do what, Daddy?” she asked innocently.

She opened her legs and took his hand, which was dangling helplessly at his side, and put it between her legs. “Feel it, Daddy, feel it all over, and tell me if it feels good like a… like a good girl’s cunt should.” She giggled, hunching her shoulders.

Dan groaned with fear and frustration. He knew they shouldn’t be doing this, knew it was outrageous; yet, he started to massage the lips of her cunt. It was wet and gooey and opened hungrily to his touch.

She wiggled her bare ass against his imprisoned cock. It felt very hard—hard like a man’s cock should be.

“Oh. Daddy that feels wonderful!” she moaned, pushing up against his hand. “Yes, yes, I know I’ll like it. Kiss me, Daddy.” She put her mouth to his, her tongue sinking deep inside. The next thing he was aware of was her hand sliding inside his pajamas. She found his prick and circled it tightly.

“Oooooh, Daddy! It’s so big and feels so nice.” Linda cooed. “I just had to feel a man’s thing to see how big they are before I let one be pushed up inside me and I could tell you had it big from rubbing my butt against it.”

Dan groaned. She was so bold; it was something beyond his wildest dream. His baby girl was holding onto his erected prick.

“You look so surprised, Daddy. Do you really mind? You said you would do anything. Remember?” She gently moved her hand back and forth on his shaft.

“Yes, baby, I know what I said,” he answered with resignation, “but you’re pushing me too far. I am human, you know; there’s a point beyond which I’m not responsible. You’re taking an awful chance.”

Linda pushed her father backward on the bed. “That has to do with my next problem, Daddy. I wonder if I will like it inside me, and if I’ll be satisfying to William. Won’t you put it in me? Just a little as an experiment? I’ve been taking birth-control pills for quite a while, so I won’t get pregnant.”

Dan felt as if all his willpower were gone. If he just lay there and let her have her way with him, it wouldn’t be his fault, not really.

She opened his robe and undid the tie on his pajamas, pushing the flaps back to completely expose his cock. She worked it in her hand, slowly peeling the foreskin down until the glans was exposed all red and tight, like it wanted to burst out of its smooth skin. The piss-hole was shining with wetness.

“Oh, Daddy! It’s so big… your cock is so big and hard, and it’s beautiful,” she squealed.

She crawled on top of him, her luscious tits dangling before his eyes. She was holding his cock and he could feel her pubic hair tickling the head of his cock, and her legs, those beautiful long legs, were straddling him for one purpose—to fuck him.

“We really shouldn’t,” he said weakly, knowing there was no stopping it now. He was but a man, she a horny young woman; it would be a delicious fuck, a fuck he had yearned to have for a long, long time.

He felt her hand guide his knob into the wet, sucking furrow of her cunt. He grunted and pushed up with his hips, forcing his cock in. It moved in easily, well past the point where her hymen should have stopped him.

Linda let her weight down against him until she had his cock engulfed to the hilt.

“Oooooh, Daddy darling, I like it already, I really do,” she moaned.

“Linda, baby, we… we really shouldn’t do this thing,” he stammered.

“Why, Daddy? It’s a beautiful thing, and I love it,” she said, lying forward against him. Her hips were lifting and falling in a slow, even rhythm, sliding his cock smoothly inside her cunt.

“Because… because… Oh, Linda, it feels so good!”

“And that’s reason enough, Daddy. Just lie there and let me fuck you.”

Dan Palmer was a smug son-of-a-bitch, quick to criticize others, yet he had sexually desired his daughter since she was six years old. He would have deflowered her ten years ago but for his fear of society retaliating. He was moving against her, lunging his prick into his daughter’s warm cunt.

“Linda, baby, I’ve wanted to do this for such a long time, ever since you were a tiny tot,” he said, losing all control.

“I wish you had, Daddy… fucked me when I was a tiny tot.” She groaned and threw her head back. “Oh, Daddy, fuck me now; make up for all the lost time.”

Her arms were tightly around him, pressing her tits against his hairy chest. Her fingernails dug into his back, but he felt no pain. Her movements became jerky, faster and faster, harder and harder. She was nearing her orgasm, the one Tom Henderson would have given her in the car if she hadn’t panicked.

Dan caressed her buttocks and felt perspiration. Her face was damp, too, where it pressed against his cheek, and she uttered little sighs and cries of pleasure as she humped toward completion. He fought to control his spending, determined to outlast her.

She is a wanton, a whore, he thought, and he took great satisfaction in the pleasure he was granting his beautiful young daughter. He should have fucked her long ago, given her the benefit of his talented prick.

For Linda it came soon and lasted long. She had her eyes closed and her face buried in his shoulder. Her legs jerked with tremors as she hunched frantically against him, her ass bobbing like a rubber ball. She cried softly and bit at his neck and shoulder. Orgasm was a delight to Linda, something she needed regularly. Tonight, unknown to him, her daddy was a substitute; she had really wanted Tom Henderson’s prick inside her, but once inside the house and reconciled to not getting it, she had decided that her daddy was a man and his prick would do just as well.

Dan could feel her pussy tighten with each orgasm and he had to fight to keep control of himself. He knew that a girl who reacted this violently would need more before the night was over, and when he spilled inside her, he wanted to be on top.

Linda finally went limp, sobbing softly. She was covered with sweat and panting for breath, yet she continued to move gently on his prick.

“Daddy, Daddy, that was wonderful,” she sighed. “I’ll never get enough fucking; it feels too good. Did you come, too?”

“No, pet,” he said, lifting her gently and pushing her onto the bed beside him. “I was close, but I like to hold off sometimes. I can’t always.” He put his hand lightly on her thighs; they came open and he moved between them, lightly caressing her. “I have no doubt that you’ll be happy with sex,” he said.

“Ummmmm Daddy, that feels good. I hope Bill is as expert and thoughtful as you are, and I hope he’s big, too, like you.” She took his sticky cock in her hand. “Can we just lay here like this and play with each other and talk for a while?”

“Certainly, princess,” he said, wallowing in her flattery. “What do you want to talk about?”

“About sex, mostly. Why shouldn’t dads screw their daughters? I’ve wanted you to do it to me for the longest time. I’d dream about it and tried to imagine how good it would feel. I never dreamed it was as good as this.” She squirmed a little to get his fingers more in her cunt, her hand slowly massaging his cock. “But really, Daddy, you don’t mind fucking me, do you? As long as I want you to.”

“I have to admit that I like it, too, but society takes a dim view of father-daughter relationships and they call it incest.”

“I know what they call it, Daddy.”

“You got me so worked up that I lost control or it wouldn’t have happened.”

“That’s the way I planned it,” she said. She had known for some time that her father would fuck her if she initiated it. She had seen the lust in his eyes. “When I came home tonight, I had made up my mind that I was going to get you in bed with me.”

“I suspected as much the minute you started undressing in front of me,” Dan replied.

“Aren’t my tittles as big as Mom’s?” Linda asked, brushing them against his chest.

“Not quite, but their perfect shape makes up for it.”

“Mom still has a luscious body, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, she really does. This will come as a surprise, but Helen and I don’t have much sex any more.”

“Why, Dad?” Linda asked.

“I don’t know. I guess I just don’t turn her on any more,” he answered, fishing for a compliment.

Linda squeezed heir father’s hard cock. “Daddy, that can’t be true.”

Linda had always been jealous of her mother, and it pleased her that her father didn’t fuck her any more.

“I’ll bet you don’t know what my oldest memory of sex is. I was only six or seven. I stood in the door to your bedroom and watched Mom take your cock in her mouth. This is the first time I’ve thought of it in years. I somehow suspected, even then, that you were having fun. Do you like having it sucked?”

“Yes, Christ yes. God, your mother could really suck cock,” Dan said, enjoying the stroking of his daughter’s hand. “She was good at what you’re doing, too. She would jack me off anywhere I wanted her to. Once she did it in a grocery store and I came all over a box of oatmeal. We sure took some chances,” he chuckled. “Mother and I were both virgins when we got married. It was a beautiful experience learning to make love together. I’m sure she has as many fond memories as I do.”

It annoyed Linda for her father to talk about her mother while he was caressing her.

“There’s one thing that I’d like to ask you about, Daddy. Do you remember the time when I was about nine and Mom caught me naked in the back yard showing off for the two neighbor boys and she ran me in the house and had you spank me—while I was still naked?”

“I sure do, baby, but I didn’t think you’d still remember.”

“Well, I ran upstairs and wouldn’t put on any clothes because it gave me such a tingly feeling to be naked while my bottom stung so much. I liked being naked when my ass hurt so much. It was definitely sexual, even then. Push your finger a little deeper in my cunt, Daddy; it feels so good.”

Linda snuggled against her father, letting his finger go in to the knuckle.

“I was only nine that first time, but it was thrilling showing off my naked body to those boys, and I even let them touch me between the legs, and then when you spanked my bare bottom; well, instead of hurting, it was the best feeling I’d ever had. Later, I discovered that if I pushed my finger in my cunt and daydreamed that you were spanking me, I could come. I did that a lot. But it was so much better when you really did spank me, that I’d be bad, and after my spanking I’d run up to my room and masturbate, sometimes imagining you were fucking me. God, would I ever come then.”

Dan could hardly believe his ears; he’d never suspected. If he had only known. All those years wasted, and now she was getting married and leaving him.

“Remember the last time you spanked me, Daddy? I was twelve. Mother told you I was too big for spankings and I know why; she knew I was getting turned on, and maybe she was a little jealous.” Linda hoped so. “I would feel for your hard prick—you always got a hard-on, you know—and I would purposely wiggle so I could run my tummy against it, and Mother knew it. I was so hot that last time that I wanted you to come up and fuck me, but I didn’t have the nerve to ask. I have been frigging myself with that fantasy ever since, Daddy.”

Dan smiled. “It’s a good thing you didn’t come down and ask, because I surely would have fucked you. Your mother got properly fucked that night. Linda, I’ve wanted you for a long time; I had fantasies of breaking your little cherry well before you were ten years old.”

“Ooooh, I love you so much, Daddy, and to think we could have been fucking each other all these years. Since it’s confession night, I’ll make another; I lied when I said I wanted to see if I would like it—I wasn’t a virgin.”

“You weren’t fooling anyone, kitten. I was sure you weren’t even before we started, and I knew your weren’t after we did. I went in too easy for the first time. My cock is a lot bigger than your finger, you know.”

“And so much better,” Linda cooed.

“When was your first time, honey?”

“When I was thirteen. You wouldn’t let me date yet, but I went for a ride with this guy after school and we parked. I let him kiss me and feel me inside my panties until he was so hot that he said I had to take care of him. I took his prick out and played with it, but he wanted me to suck it. I didn’t want to put it in my mouth because I thought it was so dirty so I just masturbated him and finally agreed to lick his cock until he came. The bastard squirted all over my face and then laughed about it. I could have become a man-hater right there, but I didn’t.

“The same guy picked me up the next night and we parked again. We ended up in the same position as before, only he had my pants off, and he wanted to stick it in me. I was afraid it would hurt and finally consented to suck it. I sucked his cock until he came and even swallowed the stuff. I discovered that I liked it much better in my mouth than on my face. I should be ashamed, Daddy, but I’ve sucked quite a few pricks. I wonder, did Mother ever…?”

“No, not before we were married. I was her first man, and I had to beg her to suck me even after we were married. She got damn good at it, but I don’t think she ever liked it.”

“I like it,” Linda said sullenly. She was jealous of her mother again, and she felt that he was unfavorably comparing them. “You don’t mind that I like it, do you?”

“Of course not,” Dan said impatiently. “But when was the first time you let a guy go all the way with you?”

“I held off on that until I was fifteen because I was afraid it would hurt. It happened on the first date you let me have. Remember the Preston boy, how shy and awkward he was? Well, he wasn’t shy in the car. After the movie, we parked and he got my pants off, and I couldn’t keep him away; he stuck it to me, but good. My reputation wasn’t very good after that. He had a big mouth and the boys started taking me out because they knew I would fuck. Don’t look so damned shocked, Daddy, so I was a pincushion; shit-fire, I liked it and it made me feel good. I still like it.”

Linda looked defiantly at her father.

“Has Bill fucked you?” Dan asked, removing his finger from her pussy.

“Of course not! A girl has to save something for her wedding night. Put your finger back in there, Daddy, unless of course, you have something else to put in.”

“I have something else in mind,” he said, sitting up and pulling her roughly across his lap—face down.

“Daddy, what are you doing!” Linda screamed.

“I’m going to spank you. You shouldn’t lie to your father.”

“No, Daddy. I don’t want you to spank me. I’m too old for that.”

“Do as I say,” he ordered gruffly.

He picked up her hairbrush.

“Please don’t!” she sobbed.

She screamed when the back of the brush hit her bottom. He hit her again and again. She cried aloud, kicking wildly. The tears ran down her cheeks as her ass turned pink, then red.

“You’re killing me, you bastard! Oh, oh, Daddy, that hurts… you fucking bastard!” she wailed, as a new sensation swelled inside her belly.

She groped frantically under her belly until she found his hard cock. Sliding up a little, she spread her legs and pressed his cock against her cunt. It was an awkward angle, still she got the hot head inside her pussy.

“It hurts, Daddy, it hurts… please stop… stop! No, don’t stop! Oooh, Daddy, it’s feeling good… I’m going to come, I’m going to come! Hit me harder… don’t stop now!”

Dan gave her several very hard smacks.

Linda stiffened on his lap and jerked violently, experiencing a strange erotic sensation. She was coming hard.

“Stop spanking me now, Daddy!” she cried. “Stop spanking me now and fuck me! Turn me over and fuck me… Oooooh, Daddy, I want to be fucked, fucked hard! Please fuck me hard!”

She jerked away from his grip and shoved him backwards. Quickly she pounced, burying her face in his lap. Before sucking him in, she screamed, “It still does things to me, Daddy! You asked for it; I hope you can take it, because I’m going to suck your nuts right out through your prick.”

His cock went into her mouth.

Dan stared at his daughter with astonishment. His excitement was almost unbearable, partly because it was his beautiful young daughter sucking his cock, but mostly because of the intensity and fervor of her hot mouth.

She gripped the base of his prick and masturbated him furiously at the same time jamming his glans in and out of her mouth as fast as her head would bob.

Dan couldn’t withstand this onslaught. With a loud groan he let go, his heavy load squirting into her mouth. She squeezed tight at the base of his cock, shutting off his spend, then let out a spurt and clamped tight again. Dan felt faint. He had never before felt such an intense sensation. It felt as if she was indeed going to suck his nuts out through his prick.

When his head cleared, Linda was lying on top of him, his limp cock held tightly between her thighs. “Are you all right, Daddy? You scared me.”

“I’m fine,” he said, “but how are you?”

“I’m in need, Daddy. I just had a delicious meal, and I swallowed every last drop of your jism, but my cunt is hot and itchy. I wish your cock would get good and hard again so you could fuck me. Do you think it will… real soon? I have to have a come, Daddy; I just have to make it again.”

“Maybe I can help you another way,” he said, rolling her off his body. “Lie on your back.”

Linda lay back, opening her legs wide, her hungry cunt yawning open in invitation. Dan kissed her hard, his tongue probing, tasting his come in her mouth. He kissed her cheeks and her eyes and her chin. He went to her breasts, wetly loving her nipples before moving on down her smooth belly. Linda lifted up to press her belly button against his tongue. She was breathing hard, knowing he was going to suck her pussy.

“I love you, Daddy,” she cooed.

His tongue skirted her pubic hair, skipping to the insides of her thighs. He licked them wetly, his tongue playing at the ridge of her fat cunt-lips.

“Ooooooh, I like that!” she hissed.

“I knew you would, Linda,” he mumbled.

“Linda’s not prudish, Daddy,” she moaned. “Kiss Linda’s pussy. Eat Linda’s pussy. Put your tongue in Linda’s pussy.”

“You hot bitch!” he snorted. “You’re loose, and you’re too Goddamn beautiful. You’ll never get enough sex.”

He plunged his face between her thighs, his mouth open. Linda grunted and clutched at his hair.

Her hips were soon undulating, pushing frantically against his mouth. With one hand he played with her tits, with the other he caressed her butt, sliding his fingers into the deep crack. His wet tongue lashed at her cunt. Linda came quickly, and then she came again, and then again. He kept his mouth at her cunt until his jaws hurt and she finally screamed her satisfaction.

Her face was pale when he crawled up beside her. She looked contented and happy, her eyes closed, but Dan was horny again; he wanted more of his daughter.

Her arms went languidly around his neck when he moved on top of her. She opened her legs wide at the feel of his hard cock, and let her hand slide down to grasp his throbbing prick.

“Yes, honey, Linda will help you find the spot,” she said sleepily. “I’ll let you fuck me; you knew I would all along. I just can’t say no. Ung, yeah! Push it in, honey… yeah, yeah, that feels good… Good!”

Dan realized she was in a state of sexual stupor. She moved jerkily beneath him and he came quickly. She came, too; hard, even this time, lifting and grunting with fuck lust.

When their fuck had subsided, he reached over and turned out the light, his cock still embedded in her pussy.

CHAPTER THREE

Dan awakened the next morning aware that he was in a strange bed. Slowly he remembered where he was and what had happened the night before. He started to get up, but heard footsteps, so he lay back down and feigned sleep.

Linda came to the door and peeked in to see if he was still sleeping. When she was satisfied that he was, she entered the room. She was wearing bikini panties and fluffy slippers.

The girl stood before the mirror on her dressing table and admired herself, arching her shoulders to accentuate her bust-line. Obviously pleased, she smiled as she wiggled her ass and pushed out her stomach, raking her fingers between her legs.

Linda glanced at her father, then pushed her panties down her legs to the floor. She picked up a hairbrush and put the handle in her mouth, sucking it noisily. Then, with a grimace of newfound lust, she pulled the curved handle from her mouth and pushed it slowly into her cunt.

The depraved girl started the brush in motion with one hand while massaging her clit with the other. It was only a matter of minutes before she started moaning. She had to brace herself with one hand against the dressing table while she had her orgasm.

“Oh, Jesus Christ, but I love that feeling!”

Linda glanced over at her father, wondering if her outcry had awakened him. He still pretended to be asleep. She pulled the hairbrush from her cunt and put it in her mouth. She sucked for several seconds before throwing it onto the dressing table. She left the room.

Dan heard water running in the bathtub. Linda soon returned and came to the bedside. She bent and kissed him on the forehead, then grabbed the cover and jerked it back. His cock was hard and sprang upward. Dan heard a soft hiss escape his daughters lips.

“Time to get up, Daddy. Your bath is ready,” she said, her hand wrapping around his pecker.

Dan feebly pulled up on the sheet.

“Naughty, naughty, Daddy. You don’t need to cover up. I like you the way you are, especially the way you are now,” she said, slowly stroking his prick. “It’s Saturday so you don’t have to work, and Mother and Peter won’t be home until tonight, and my guy isn’t picking me up until this afternoon, so we are alone… just you and me.” She continued stroking his prick and then bent over and sucked the bared knob. “Mmmmmm, that’s good. Come on, I’ll wash your back.”

Linda was a completely different girl from the night before. Her eager desire of yesterday now seemed to change to a feminine seductiveness. She was available for anything he might want, and obviously enjoyed the effect she was having on him.

It was a bath such as he had never had. The water was perfumed and hot.

She stood close and caressed his chest with her erect nipples. She still held his cock tightly, and she giggled and talked to it as if it were a giddy young boy that couldn’t wait.

“You’re so much nicer than a cold hairbrush handle,” she cooed, “but you must wait until you get in your bath, then Mama will reward you for being so nice and hard.” She twitched it with her fingers, mocking it, scolding it, telling it how beautiful it was.

They got in the tub together, and she washed her father with loving care, saving his beautiful hard cock for the last. She lifted it out of the water and lathered it generously, then bent and drew the suds-covered shaft into her mouth.

Dan leaned back in the hot, soothing water and groaned. Before last night he had never dared dream that his beautiful daughter would suck his cock, and now she had its entire length down her throat. Her expertise still startled him; she was no novice to cock sucking. When she drew upwards on the shaft, her tongue did the most amazing things to the underside of his glans, and her lips rolled back and forth over the ridge in a most fantastic manner. He leaned back even farther, thrusting into her lips, and stiffened. With a grunt, he poured his milky load into her mouth.

“Daddy, you’ve spoiled my breakfast!” she cried, after she had swallowed his entire load.

Then they ate breakfast in the nude. She sat on his lap and he caressed and fondled her while they ate.

“Do you think I’ll have breakfast like this with William?” Linda asked.

“Do you enjoy it this way?”

“I love it,” she sighed, rotating her ass against his cock.

“Then do it. He’d have to be crazy not to enjoy it.”

She reached between his legs and grasped his prick. “The thing that worries me now is that I like it too much.”

“It worries me, too,” Dan said.

“Oh, not the way you must think, Daddy. Once I’m married, I intend to be a good wife. No other man will touch me once I become Mrs. William Temple.”

“I hope not, Linda, I certainly hope not.” He said this knowing without a doubt that his daughter would be intimate with other men after she was married. He relished the thought of fucking her after she belonged to another.

“I just hope he likes to fuck,” she whispered, masturbating his half-aroused cock.

Linda turned on his lap to face him, her legs straddling his. With expert guidance, his cock was quickly inside her cunt. She nuzzled down against him, pushing him all the way in. She hooked her heels behind the legs of the chair.

“Don’t come, Dad. Make it last a long time like last night. I like it in there and want it for a long time. We can fuck like this for a while and then go up to bed and do it some more.”

His cock was as deeply imbedded as was possible. It felt so good to her that she closed her eyes and put her head on his shoulder and humped with abandon. The twitching started in her cunt, but she couldn’t stop; she had to have that climax once it started.

“Oh, Daddy, I’m coming already!” she squealed.

The oversexed girl quivered and jerked on his lap, a wave of pleasure filling her heaving belly. She finally calmed down to a steady rocking, sobbing against his shoulder.

“Let’s go up to your bedroom. I want you to come inside me on Mom’s bed. I want you to fuck me like you would Mom, and try to make me a baby. I didn’t take my pill today. Bill would never suspect that it’s not his—he’ll be fucking me too, very soon.”

Dan liked the idea, and he hoped that he could knock up his daughter. He led her to the bedroom, then turned down the covers. She reminded him of her mother lying there with her eyes so wide and such a deep brown. She was prettier than her mother, and she had a better body than Helen had at the same age, though not as full and sensuous. Her nipples were bigger and darker, but she had the same copious mat of hair on her lower belly and cunt.

“Oh, Daddy darling, this is so exciting!” Linda said. “I’ve wanted to lay on this bed and get fucked for a long time. I used to stand outside the door and listen to you and Mom fucking and giggling and having so much fun; I always wished it was me you were sticking your prick into, even before I knew how good it felt to have a prick.”

“Linda, you’re shameless,” Dan said, pushing her legs apart. His cock stood out from his crotch, hard and ready. He was going to fuck his daughter again, leave his male spew inside her belly, and if possible, make her a baby.

Dan lay down on top of her and pushed his cock into her cunt again. She was tighter than Helen and more responsive, her cunt clasping around his prick and sucking it in. He had no more than started stroking when she began to moan.

“Oh, Daddeeee! It feels so good. I think I’m going to come again!”

Linda hunched eagerly beneath her father, the friction from his sawing cock drawing groans from her mouth, wet squishes from her pussy. Faster and faster they went. She seemed to be on the verge of coming, but didn’t quite make it.

“What’s the matter, Daddy?” she sobbed. “I’ve never been so hot in my life, and I can’t come. Last night felt so good that I wanted to keep from coming and couldn’t, and now it feels so good and I’m so close that I’m miserable to come and can’t. What’s the matter, Daddy?”

“It’s probably because you’ve had so much, darling. Perhaps we’ll have to stimulate you more.”

“Well do it, do it! I have to come!” she screamed.

Dan pulled out and got up from the bed. “Roll over on your stomach,” he ordered. Looking around the room, he spotted a narrow leather belt. He picked up the belt and lashed across her butt.

“Ouch! That hurt!” she screamed.

Dan lashed across her wrist. “Get your hand out of the way, you little whore. You need a good whipping for the things you’ve done, you incestuous little bitch!”

Long, red welts rose up quickly as the leather belt came down again and again.

“You’re doing it too hard, Daddy! It hurts terrible!” Her cheeks were wet with tears.

“Open your legs wide!” Dan shouted.

Linda obeyed. Her senses were numbed, her cunt on fire. The tip of the belt curled between her legs and bit at the puffy, ruby-red lips of her cunt. She jerked and screamed. The belt snapped between her legs again, and she started to come.

“I’m coming, Daddy! I’m finally coming… please get on me and come inside me… hurry, hurry!”

Dan threw the belt down and pushed into her from behind, jamming his cock in with one cruel lunge. He had no trouble bringing himself off inside her cunt, since he was unusually stimulated from lashing his daughter’s ass and pussy.

“I’m coming, cunt! I hope you get pregnant, you filthy bitch!” he screamed.

“I do, too!” Linda wailed, her orgasm still strong and hot.

When he gasped and rolled off, she pushed him onto his back and took his wilting prick into her mouth. Her nose was buried in his hair for a long time as she gently sucked at his spent cock. They both dozed off with her head still in his hairy lap.

An hour later, Linda sat up and looked at the clock beside the bed. With a cry, she leaped to her feet.

“Daddy, Bill is supposed to pick me up in half an hour. Where did the time go? I’ve got to get ready.”

She looked at her father rubbing his eyes and once again the itch seized her. It was one of those days when she just couldn’t seem to get enough, and she knew she wasn’t going to let Bill have any. Not yet.

“Do you think we could fuck one more time before he gets here?”

“Not a chance, Linda, your old daddy is shot. If you have such hot nuts that you can’t wait, you’ll just have to use the hairbrush again,” he said with disgust.

“You sneak!” she cried. “You were watching this morning.”

“Yes, I’m afraid I was playing possum.”

She picked up a hairbrush from her mother’s dressing table. It had a larger handle than hers.

“I ought to use it on you,” she said.

“No way, baby,” Dan said, sitting up.

“Okay, then I’ll use it on me. It’ll be more fun knowing you’re watching, and it looks like a much better handle for bringing a girl off.”

Dan watched as his perverted daughter lay on the floor in front of him and spread her legs apart. The lips of her cunt were already wet and glistening. Linda gripped the hairbrush around the bristles, moved her hand between her legs, and put the cold plastic to her pussy, her cunt-lips opening in anticipation.

The fat, knobby handle disappeared from sight inside her pussy and she started to fuck herself. Soft moans were soon coming from her.

CHAPTER FOUR

Helen Palmer drew deeply on her cigarette and squinted at her son across the breakfast table. He wasn’t paying attention to his food like he usually did, and she suspected why. It was that damn waitress showing herself off like a common whore. She could see her son squirming in his chair, even reaching under the table to stealthily rearrange himself.

Helen Palmer was still very attractive and well preserved, not turned to fat like so many middle-aged women, though a trifle plump. She had always been chesty, but her tits didn’t hang down to her belly button; they were still firm and proud.

“What’s the matter, Peter?” she asked. “You’re acting strange this morning. Don’t you feel well?”

“I’m okay, Mom, just sleepy. We started awful early.”

“You’re right, honey, but I want to get home tonight if we can. You can crawl in the back seat and take a nap and I’ll drive. I feel good this morning.”

The waitress returned.

She was young, about eighteen or nineteen, and she was built. Her skirt was tight and short, clinging to her round ass and showing off most of her smooth, bare legs. Her blouse was even tighter, and low cut, revealing a deep cleavage between heavy, braless tits. Her dark nipples could be seen through the thin, white material. A tiny apron tied tightly around her waist gave her an hourglass shape. The girl was cute and she knew it. She knew she was turning Peter on, too.

The girl bent over farther than necessary to refill their coffee cups. She smiled at Peter. “Is there anything else you’d like?” she asked sweetly, knowing full well what else the young man would like.

“Just the check,” Helen said testily.

She could see that her sixteen-year-old son was really turned on, and she wondered what his little cock looked like all swollen with blood and desire. It had been years since she had seen him naked. She realized what she was thinking and blushed, and then again she wondered what his cock looked like. Had it grown? Of course it had grown. Was it hard? She looked away from her son and pushed back her chair.

Helen paid the check and they walked out to the car. “You get in the back and sleep; I’ll drive. You can drive this afternoon after you’ve rested.” Peter crawled into the back seat and stretched out on his back, trying to imagine what the waitress’ big tits looked like without the blouse. They were big and soft and round, and the nipple was dark and hard. In his mind, he sucked on one of her ripe nipples and slid his hand under her skirt; of course, she wasn’t wearing panties, and he immediately felt the thick hair on her pussy; it was wet and sticky. His hand slid into his pocket and squeezed his hard prick. He masturbated as best he could through the cloth of his pocket.

In the front seat, Helen adjusted the mirror until she could see her son. She could see he was playing with himself, and she almost gasped aloud when he removed his hand from his pocket, unzipped his pants, and reached inside. It was obvious he was masturbating. She had never thought of Peter jacking off, and it excited her. Her boy was a male animal; he had a prick, and it would get hard, and if he pulled on it enough it would squirt that nice milky stuff. Her throat was dry.

She felt the wetness in her panties and she put her hand between her legs. But it wasn’t enough to massage her pussy, it never had been. Helen was one of those women who needed penetration, preferably deep penetration. A cock going in and out was what she needed. Helen didn’t masturbate much, only when she felt the need strongly, only when she was unusually stimulated, and her own son was stimulating her unusually.

Helen Palmer no longer enjoyed sex with her husband. Perhaps it was because of the daily routine of marriage, or the dulling effect of familiarity, or maybe Dan was just a lousy lover. At any rate, the thrill was gone. She certainly didn’t want it this way, but the thought of the same man, the same technique, and yes, the same prick in her cunt left her cold.

Peter’s prick was a new prick. She fought against the ugly thoughts forming in her mind. She looked into the mirror and saw her son’s hand inside his fly; he was pulling at his cock faster; the ugly thoughts came back, stronger than before.

She saw a huge service-station sign and swerved off the road.

“Go ahead and sleep, Son: I’m going to get some gas. And I need to go potty,” she said. “I forgot at the cafe.”

Peter pulled his hand from his fly and quickly zipped up. “Okay, Mom,” he said, trying to sound half asleep.

Helen got out of the car and told the attendant to fill it up. She went into the ladies’ room, pissed frantically, wiped her pussy with care, and put her panties into her purse.

She glanced at the dirty, streaked mirror, looking for signs of perverted lust in her face. She saw none and sighed with relief.

When she returned to the car, she was startled to see Peter sitting behind the wheel. “I thought you were napping,” she said, opening the door.

“I couldn’t sleep, Mom. You crawl in on the other side and I’ll drive,” he said.

He knew he couldn’t bring himself off with his mother in the front seat, and he had even thought of going into the men’s room and jerking off, but gave the whole thing up as a bad deal. He was soft now, anyway.

Helen was disappointed, very disappointed. She had been counting on watching her son fondle himself while she masturbated. Her need for a deep, satisfying orgasm was strong. Reluctantly, she got in the seat beside him.

“Are you sure you feel like it, Peter?” she asked.

“I feel fine, Mom,” he answered.

Peter’s cock was soft when he pulled from the gas station, but it didn’t stay that way for long. The wing on Helen’s side was open and the wind lifted her light skirt halfway up her thighs. A quick look told him that her eyes were closed, so he stared brazenly at his mother’s exposed legs. He fought off the urge to reach over and lift her hem higher. Helen moaned softly, opened her legs, and the wind did the job for him, her skirt blowing several inches higher.

“It’s awfully warm in here,” Helen mumbled. Her hand tugged at her bodice, pulling several buttons open.

Peter’s eyes widened at the sight of his mother’s cleavage, which was much deeper than the girl’s at the cafe. He could see that her tits were even bigger than he had thought. His hand dropped to his leg and he started to rub himself again. His cock was hard as a rock. He looked at her legs which were bare well above mid-thigh. He was soon jacking off through his trouser leg, untroubled that he might come inside his pants.

Helen watched him for several minutes, her passion a mixture of doubt and lust. She sat up abruptly and opened her eyes wide. “What on earth are you doing, Peter?” she cried.

The startled boy jerked his hand back to the wheel, his face reddening. “Nothing, Mom, honest.”

“Don’t lie to me, Peter. You were playing with yourself, weren’t you?”

“Yes,” he answered weakly.

“Why would you do such a thing?”

Peter was unaccustomed to lying to his mother and blurted out, “I was looking at your legs.”

“Pull the car over to the side,” she snapped.

Peter didn’t know what to think. He slowed the car and eased onto the shoulder. His heart was pounding when he finally brought the vehicle to a stop. His cock had wilted to nothing.

“Push the seat back all the way,” she said.

Peter did as he was told, confused now at his mother’s actions.

“Don’t you know it’s not good for a young boy to get sexually excited and not get any relief. It could make you impotent later on in life,” she said.

Peter trembled as his mother’s hand reached over and boldly unzipped his fly. His mind reeled with amazement, unable to grasp what was happening, when her warm fingers slipped inside and circled his cock.

“Oh, you’ve gone soft already!” she cried, hauling his cock out.

With fascination she watched his smooth, young prick swell in her hand, first matching in size, and then surpassing his father’s.

“My God, it’s so big,” she said. “I had no idea…”

With slow, deliberate strokes, she slid her hand up and down his cock, squeezing firmly each time her palm came up over his cherry knob. Her nostrils flared.

“Oh, Mama, that feels so good!” he cried.

“Just relax and enjoy it, honey. Mother will take care of you.” She glanced quickly into his eyes. “You must have relief, you know.”

Her glance returned to her moving hand and she stared as though hypnotized at his magnificent cock-head. It was so proud, and so smooth and hard and red, and so Goddamned big, much bigger than his father’s. His whole cock was bigger than his father’s. She gripped it in the middle and there was leftovers above and below. It was the cock of a stallion, not a sixteen-year-old boy.

The urge to bend over and take it in her mouth was so strong that it terrified her. She didn’t dare. Never, ever would she want him to know that his own mother would do such a thing.

Helen had once had a wild passion for cock-sucking, a passion long since cooled. She had the mistaken impression that her husband thought it was dirty and degrading. Dan and Helen did not communicate very well.

Helen developed her taste for cock-sucking while still in high school. She was unusually well developed by the time she was fifteen, and since she looked like a sexpot, boys expected her to act like one. And she didn’t disappoint them.

She was only fifteen when the first male hand slipped inside her panties, and not many minutes older when she discovered the thrill of a hot, pulsing prick in her hand. She was young and afraid to fuck, so she sucked him off. From then on, every boy she dated deposited his slime in her mouth at least once.

She had wanted to go to her marriage bed a virgin, but it just wasn’t in the cards. Her uncle took her cherry while she was staying with them to care for his infant son while his wife was in the hospital having another. They slept together every night she was in the hospital. And of course there were several others after that.

Helen continuing jacking off her son. Unlike his daddy’s cock, Peter’s was circumcised, making the head look so huge and smooth. She realized she wanted it down between her legs, to feel the swollen bulb push slowly up into her cunt. The thought of intercourse with her son revolted her, yet she still wanted it.

“Does that feel good, honey?” she said.

“It feels wonderful, Mother. It feels wonderful. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t, baby, not until you come. Are you getting close?”

“Yes, yes! Go faster, Mama, I’m almost there!”

It made her tingle to think of her son’s semen gushing out over her hand. She knew she could never come herself without touching between her legs, but it was thrilling just to be holding his hard cock in her hand, knowing she was going to bring him off.

When he popped, she was unprepared for the explosion, having forgotten how much farther young boys squirt their stuff. He grunted and hunched, spurting out onto the steering wheel, onto his pants, onto her hand. Still she pumped on, refusing to stop until he was dry.

“Was it good, darling?” she asked, still holding his gooey cock in her hand.

“Oh, Mom! It was wonderful! Better than it’s ever been.”

“Do you do it often?”

“Pretty often.” He blushed. “I wish you could do it for me all the time.”

I wish I could too, Helen thought. She was blushing, too.

Helen turned away from him to get her purse and quickly sucked his cum from her hand. She took out several tissues and cleaned up the mess.

About five o’clock Helen hunched her shoulders in a gesture of fatigue and said, “I’m too tired to drive any more. I think we’ll get a motel and drive on in the morning.”

At the next town Helen pulled into a big motel with a restaurant and lounge.

“Let’s stop over to the restaurant and eat, honey,” she said to Peter after they had registered.

“I need a drink to relax before we eat. You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, go ahead,” he answered.

The one drink before dinner turned into an even dozen. After the fourth, she ordered one for Peter every other round. Peter was feeling quite good and Helen was drunk by the time dinner arrived.

The liquor stimulated Peter’s appetite and he ate ravenously. She had two more drinks after dinner. Peter had never seen his mother tight before.

On the way back to their room, she stumbled and almost fell Peter put his arm around his voluptuous mother, his hand snugged against the underside of one breast. She leaned heavily against him.

Peter helped her inside. “Gosh, Mom, there’s only one bed,” he said.

“Well, never mind about that, just get ready for bed and crawl in.



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