Chapter 6

Because he was wearing his flasher raincoat, suspect garb at best, Jack let himself into the house very quietly, wanting to get upstairs and change before he encountered anyone. And because he was being so cautious, neither his wife nor his son heard him come in.

But Jack heard them.

Standing just inside the front door, he frowned and cocked his head as he heard the juicy slurping and the heavy panting that was coming from the living room. Jack knew well the telltale signs of a blow-job in progress and for a moment his frown deepened, furrowing his brow. The natural assumption, knowing his promiscuous wife as he did, was that Virginia must be entertaining one of her frequent lovers.

Jack felt a twinge of anger and jealousy. But that jealousy served as a powerful aphrodisiac and a surge of lust coursed through him. His prick was already hard and now it began to hammer. He grinned. What did he care if his sexy wife was unfaithful to him? She could suck and fuck with dozens of men, as far as Jack was concerned, as long as he could watch!

He began to tiptoe down the hallway towards the open doorway through which the incriminating and fascinating sounds were drifting to his ears. He heard a low, throaty moan, and recognized his wife’s voice. Then that moan was broken off into a fluid gulping sound and Jack guessed that his wife’s lover must be fucking his prick right down her throat. He wondered if he knew the man, or if she was sucking off some total stranger? It didn’t much matter, although he hoped that the lucky guy had a big cock.

Coming to the door, he carefully looked in, and damned near fainted from the shock.

His wife was blowing their teenaged son!

The vision scalded his eyeballs and the knowledge branded his brain. He had always known that Virginia was lascivious and amoral, but he hadn’t realized that she would carry her depravity as far as incest.

And it thrilled him to the bone!

Watching his wife suck their son’s prick was even more exciting than watching his daughter fuck and suck with the boys on the blanket. The man knew that he should feel scandalized, but he felt only lust.

He crouched beside the door, observing the scene in all the glorious details. He saw his wife’s sweet lips pull up and down on their son’s huge prick as she sucked the boy into the crest of bliss. With vicarious joy, he watched as Jimmy shot his creamy cum-load into her gulping maw and saw the cum-hungry woman swallow every drop. The sight and the sound drove him wild. His heart was hammering explosively, and he had to restrain himself from crying out words of approval and encouragement. He stared as she finished the job and watched her greedily tongue up the overflow.

He was ready to flee if either of them showed any sign of approaching the door.

But they stayed where they were. Jimmy’s cock was still hard, and Virginia offered to suck him off all the time, as long as Jack didn’t find out. Jack grinned at that, but it was a strained grin. He was hoping that Virginia would proceed to suck the boy off again, right now.

But then Jimmy grinned at her, looking far more worldly than he ever had before, no longer an innocent youth frustrated by his pubescence but a potent young stud who had learned the joy of sex.

“Jeez, Mom, you’re a great cock-sucker,” Jimmy said.

Virginia blushed modestly at the compliment.

“I never had a blow-job before, but I guess you do it about as good as a girl can, eh?”

“I like to think so,” she whispered, looking all dainty and demure, as demure as a mother could when her lips were all slimy from her son’s jizm.

“But, I’m still a virgin,” the boy added.

Her eyebrows shot up.

“Oh, darling, you wouldn’t fuck your mother,” she said, trying to sound surprised, but looking delighted.

Mother and son gazed at each other in tense speculation, and a husband and father looked on hopefully, hoping with all his heart that he had sired a potential mother-fucker.

And yet another pair of eyes were fixed upon the scene.

As soon as Bonny had finished squatting on both boy’s pricks and got her pussy shot full of more cum, she had announced that she wanted to be taken home. She guessed that with a bit of time and a little effort she might coax one, or both, of the young men up to another hard-on, but she was no longer that interested in them. Having looked at the gigantic cock and balls and felt the steaming jizm of the mysterious stranger, the girl saw Joe and Randy as feeble substitutes. She didn’t suppose that she would ever meet the man in the raincoat again, and it frustrated her bitterly.

As they drove her home, she played with their cocks and sucked them each a bit, but that was only out of habit, and so that she would not have her reputation tarnished by any hint of purity. She would have been deeply ashamed if anyone thought she was less than insatiable. It might even cost her a few dates.

When they drew up in front of her house, she sucked them both goodbye, promising to go out with them again sometime, but making no definite arrangements. She got out of the car, her pussy squishing between her thighs. The boys drove off to the pool hall to boast of their successful seduction, and Bonny walked up to the house thinking that maybe she would give her cunt a nice finger-fucking in her bedroom, while she remembered the stranger in the raincoat.

She opened the front door, and stopped dead in her tracks, gasping in amazement.

There in the hallway stood her mystery man!

Who was he? What was he doing in her house? She looked up at his face. His hat was pushed back now so that his face was revealed. Bonny hadn’t recognized that formidable cock, but she most certainly recognized her mystery man’s face. The girl gulped with amazement as she realized that it was her own father who had been watching her get fucked and then jerked off and shot cum all over her!

A sequence of emotions went through her. The girl felt a fleeting embarrassment because her daddy had seen her taking on two guys at once and because she had offered herself to him so willingly, not knowing who he was and proving herself a tramp who would fuck a stranger at the drop of a hat. But he had obviously not disapproved of her lewd behaviour, far from it! Then she felt a bit uncomfortable in the knowledge that her daddy was a voyeur and a flasher. But Bonny was far too naughty, herself, to castigate anyone for anything.

She began to tingle with the thought that her father’s eyes had been on her while she sucked and fucked and that she had turned him on so greatly that he had just had to risk revealing his identity long enough to empty his cock and balls all over her naked body. She could still feel that thick fuck-juice on her belly and tits, congealed to a milky film, and she remembered how she had felt as she saw the huge cum-load pump from his piss-hole. She knew, now, why the man in the raincoat had spurned her offer of mouth or cunt. Her father had, quite properly, been resisting the urge to commit incest.

But horny Bonny felt no such inhibition. Knowing that the mystery man was her daddy only made the promiscuous girl lust for him all the more!

She stared at his handsome, lust-twisted face, then dropped her gaze to his marvellous cock. Her flesh heated up and the congealed cum began to liquefy and get slippery on her belly and tits and in her tangled pussy hair.

What in hell is he looking at? she wondered.

His face was strained by lust and his giant prick was thundering as it jutted from his raincoat and the girl knew that something very naughty and interesting must be taking place in the living room. But her curiosity about that event was faint. As long as she could watch her daddy while he watched, she was more than satisfied.

Bonny sank down onto her knees beside the front door, in the shadows behind the hat rack. With her eyes glued to her daddy’s cock, she slipped both hands under her skirt and began to finger-fuck her pussy, and to wonder if and when and how she could get her father to fuck her.