Chapter 10
Ted Spencer showed a picture of his daughter to the motel manager who took his time before handing the picture back. "Yeah, that's her all right. Came through about dusk yesterday with two other hippies. They rented a cabin to take a shower and clean up- they said. But they was in there a lot longer than that, if you know what I mean," he said, a leer on his wizened face.
Ted cringed inside when the man referred to his Becky as a hippie, but when he mentioned how long the three of them were in the cabin together, he felt his blood boil. He'd been avoiding the thought long enough that his daughter had completely turned hippie. Yet there was nothing he could do-except find her and take her back to Greenfield. He hadn't told the motel manager why he was seeking the trio.
"You with the law?" the man asked him as he left.
"Yeah," Ted lied. "Yeah, I'm with the law. Thanks for your help."
Ted headed west again. But this time he felt sure he was getting close to tracking them down. The most important thing the motel manager had told him was that he had overheard them talking about stopping at a place called the "Porcupine Farm!" Ted thought it sounded like a hippie place of some kind. Now all he had to do was locate it.
He thought about Becky, and about her traveling with the two boys. There was little chance that she still had her virginity, he thought as he pictured her attractive blonde hair and her willowy, firm teenage figure. He thought of all the times he had chanced to catch sight of her as she stepped out of the bathtub with nothing on but a towel, or the few times he'd seen her get out of bed in the morning wearing just her skimpy little baby doll nightgown. He strongly suspected that she just kept it near the bed for her mother's benefit-that she didn't sleep in it at all. Hazel had often mentioned how dainty their daughter was. Said she could wear a nightgown for weeks before it appeared to be soiled.
He thought of her naked body, which he had really never seen since she was six or seven, and how it must look now. He cursed under his breath and patted the butt of his gun. If those kids had gotten his daughter naked and seduced her, he'd make them wish they'd never lived. But a more disturbing thought struck him. What if-no, surely she wouldn't have-but what if she had been a willing participant? What if she had knowingly stripped and let the two hippies feast their eyes on her naked body... what if she had let them-he had to put it from his mind. He pushed the accelerator lower and drove all night. Next morning in a roadside diner he got the break he needed.
"Porcupine Farm?" repeated a waitress. "Oh, yes, I've heard of it, all right. One of them hippie places. Lord only knows what goes on there. The county sheriff says he can't arrest them unless they're doing something illegal, and he hasn't caught them at it yet. He keeps a close watch on the place though. There'll come a day. Seems to me they ought to be able to just go in there and drag them all out by the hair. If you ask me, they ought to-"
"Thanks," he told her, reaching for his check. You've been very helpful." He left her a big tip. When he gassed up at the station, the attendant told him the exact location of the place. He checked his map and figured it would take about all afternoon to get there. The last several miles were over dirt roads. With any luck he might make it just before dark, he believed. Now-if only Becky was still there.
Miles down the road, only a short distance from their destination, the trio bumped along the country lane in their van. They had thrown a universal joint and had to wait hours to have it fixed, throwing off their original schedule. If Becky had had the least idea how close her father was behind them, she would have wanted to head straight on to the coast. But she was as ignorant of his presence behind them as he was of how he had closed the distance.
The van pulled into the Porcupine Farm in midafternoon. A stone house sat on the side of a hill with a few other small houses scattered nearby. A creek ran below the hill and a few cows were resting beside it chewing their cud.
Red Dog, the only one who had been there before, introduced Becky and Bo to a few people. There was no one in sight with any clothes on except one girl with a long, pretty dress. They met Cateye, a man about twenty-five who seemed to be in charge as much as anyone else, a younger man named Jon, and a little blonde girl about twelve named Kibby. Later, inside the stone house, they met two girls Jon and Cateye presented as "their women." One, called Moondance, was the girl they had seen earlier wearing the long dress. The other, a brunette, was named Lucy.
"Look, Moondance," commented little Kibby, "Becky's hair is the same color as yours and mine."
Except for a certain purity of color in which the young girl excelled, the three girls did have similar hair-all long and blonde. They were immediately invited to have a pipeful of grass. Cateye suggested they go down in the grass near the creek to smoke it. Once they were all sitting in a circle, taking long drags off the pipe, Becky quietly asked Red Dog if they were expected to remove their clothes, since everyone except Moondance was naked.
Moondance overheard her and explained, "No, man, you don't have to strip, unless you want to. Like, whatever you feel like. The only reason I'm wearing this dress is just because I finished making it yesterday and wanted to try it out for a while. Yesterday it was me that was naked and Lucy was wearing clothes. The day we got married, there wasn't any of us wearing anything."
Becky was surprised to hear they were actually married. When she asked who was married to whom, they all four laughed. Then Cateye spoke up.
"Well, to start with, the way we got married was to make up our own ceremony and go down there in that field and sing together. Then we put flowers in each other's hair to add something a little formal. So if you can call that getting married, then we are. As far as who's married to who," he grinned, "we're all married to each other. Like, I have two wives and Jon has the same two wives and Lucy has two husbands and Moon-dance has the same two husbands, you dig?"
Since none of the girls appeared older than their early twenties, Becky wondered where young Kibby fit in.
She spoke for herself. "I belong to all of them," she said. "My real mom wanted to go traveling around the world for a few years and didn't have enough bread to take me along so I get to stay here. I have two moms and two dads, see? And they all have one little girl."
"We used to have one little girl," said Jon, "'til you started growing those titties and all that pussy hair."
She giggled and said, "Well, one medium-sized girl, then."
"You left something, Kibby," said Moondance. "Same on you. You have something besides four parents -you have two dude lovers and two chick lovers, too."
She looked at Moondance innocently and said, "But they know that, don't they?"
"No, sugar, our new friends don't know that," explained Lucy. "Everybody doesn't work things like we do here at Porcupine Farm."
Bo, Red Dog, and Becky looked at each other. The kid must be another Strawberry, they thought.
The pipe was still going around. Suddenly Moondance said, "Bo, would you dig to lay over here in the grass with me? I'd love to have you make love to me."
He was as surprised as he was delighted, but he thought Cateye and Jon might riot go for it. They assured him it was fine with them. Bo looked hungrily at the pretty blonde girl. She was the only one of the Porcupine Farm group that had clothes on and he was dying to see what her body looked like underneath.
"But wait," cried Kibby. "Today's the day for our Fuckfest! On Fuckfest day there's no pairing off!"
Cateye looked at Jon and said, "By god, she's right. Today is Fuckfest. Damned near slipped my mind, too."
The wide eyes of their guests indicated an explanation was in order, so Lucy said, "We have Fuckfest every other day. We're usually so bombed out of our minds on grass that it's hard to remember when it's time for it, so we have it every other day. That way it's easy to remember. If we didn't have it yesterday, then it's today. And we did have it yesterday, the Fuckfest isn't until tomorrow."
"Beautiful," applauded Cateye. "Couldn't have explained it better myself. Now tell what we do on Fuckfest."
The guests were all ears.
As Lucy began telling what was done, Becky started peeling off her clothes. "I don't know what it is yet, but with a name like that it has to be something you do naked," she said.
"Wow, right on," yelled Jon.
Cateye said, "Man, you have nice jugs, Becky. I'm glad you came by on Fuckfest day."
Lucy said, "All it is, is nobody gets to pair off by themselves-that is, everybody has to stay within sight of each other. And one other thing."
"The other thing is what makes it fun," said Moon-dance. "Each day someone is 'it.' And whoever's 'it' has to do whatever the others want him or her to do. We just take turns around the circle telling the person what to do, see."
"So who's 'it' today?" asked Red Dog.
"Well, I was last time," said Jon, "so Moondance, that means it's your turn today."
She rose and went to the center of the circle. "May I have just one request before we start playing?" she asked. They nodded. "Bo, would you and Red Dog please take off your clothes so Lucy and Kibby and I will have some new cocks to look at? Jon and Cateye are getting to see some awfully nice new tits and pussy from Becky, so we chicks should get to see some new things too."
They readily agreed and undressed on the spot. Now the only person in the group who was wearing clothes was Moondance-the one who was "it."
"You're the guests," pointed out Jon, "so you can be first. Let's start with Bo, and then Red Eye and Becky and on around the circle."
"Great!" exclaimed Bo. "Since you're the only one with clothes on, Moondance, what I want is for you to strip."
She grinned and said, "It'll be a pleasure. I was wanting to get naked with you in the grass before Kibby remembered it was Fuckfest day, anyway. I'd love to show you what's under my dress."
She stood up straight and tall in the center of the seated participants and thrust out a hip. She reached behind her and undid a few stays, then let the bodice of the dress down. Two rosy-tipped breasts were bared. They jounced solidly on her chest as she bent gracefully forward and stepped out of the rest of it. As her curvaceous legs and her pouting, curl-covered mons came into view, Cateye noticed that Bo and Red Dog weren't the only guests to catch their breath. He asked Becky if she liked other girls and she admitted she did.
"Remember that for the future," Cateye reminded the new participants. "It's usually more fun to start out with quick things that don't keep the 'it' person busy for too long, too."
"Okay, it's my turn," said Red Dog. "Now that Bo's got her clothes off, I want her to come give Becky a little finger-fucking."
Becky said, "That's sweet of you, love. You could have had her do the same for you."
Moondance approached Becky and knelt in front of her. "This is going to be fun," she said. "Ever since you took off your clothes I've been noticing what a cute cunt you've got." She smiled lasciviously at the new blonde guest and parted the hairs between her legs, then gently placed her fingertips in the tight, warm furrow of her vulva.
Becky opened her legs wider to accommodate as much of Moondance's attention as she wanted to give. "This is a yummy custom, this Fuckfest thing of yours," Becky exclaimed.
But it was already Jon's turn. "Okay, honey," he said to Moondance, "I want you to come suck my cock."
Becky saw that the girl was about to leave her to perform Jon's request and she said, "Wow, I was really getting turned on. Now I'm going to be frustrated as hell."
"No, you won't," said Lucy. "I must be stoned. Didn't I tell you the rest of the way to play? I'm sorry. As Moondance moves on to each new person, the person sitting directly across the circle from the one she just left is supposed to cross the circle and continue whatever she started doing."
"Oh, groovy!" cried Becky. "Then that means-"
Cateye spoke up from across the circle. "That means that I come over and keep up the finger-fucking that Moondance began before she had to go to the next player," he said, a big smile on his face. He crossed and sat down in front of Becky, then touched her naked genitals with his fingers, providing the same attentions Moondance had.
It was Lucy's turn, but everyone's eyes were on Cat-eye and Becky as he sat masturbating her and she faced him squirming and grinning.
Lucy said, "Okay, Moondance, go get on your knees and lick Kibby's little cunt for her. She looks like she needs something pretty bad, the way she's digging on Cateye and Becky's scene."
"Oh boy!" shouted Kibby. "I was afraid I was going to be the last one to get any goodies!"
She threw her adolescent thighs apart and presented her down-covered organs for Moondance's tongue. The shapely blonde bent her face forward and rubbed her nose in it a few times before applying her tongue to the tender flesh.
"Uh oh," warned Lucy, "all I said was to lick it, no fair sniffing it. I know Kibby's little pussy is young and sweet-smelling, but you don't get to sniff it unless that's part of the request."
"Spoilsport!" said Moondance from between Kibby's thighs. Her words could barely be understood.
It was Jon's turn to complain. "Hey, wait a minute," he said. "We've fucked up again. When Moondance went from sucking my cock to performing Lucy's request- sucking Kibby like she's doing right now-nobody came across the circle to take up where she left off."
Becky realized that she was the one who was directly across the circle from Jon-but she was quite occupied by being masturbated by Cateye. What to do? "That's cool," explained Cateye. "You just go ahead and do it. I come with you and keep up the finger work on your pussy just like I'm doing now."
"Groovy!" she exclaimed, moving across the circle and burying her face on Jon's penis. Cateye dutifully accompanied her. The result was a threesome of sorts. Becky was laying on the ground, fellating Jon, and Cat-eye was sitting beside her, providing her vulva with the same digital stimulation as before.
"Can you believe all this?" Red Dog asked Bo. "How the hell do they keep track?"
"Beats the hell out of me," replied Bo, "but they're doing fine so far."
Just then it was Kibby's turn. "Wow, I hate to have you do anything but what you're doing right now," she said, because Moondance was still working away at the youngster's organs.
"No," advised Lucy, who was apparently the parliamentarian of the Fuckfest. "That's not fair. You can't request her to do the same thing she's already doing."
"Okay," Kibby agreed. "It's cool. Somebody'll come take her place between my legs anyway. Moondance, I want you to go give Cateye a nice sucking. He's been giving Becky a hand job for a long time now and nobody's been doing anything for him."
"That's my girl," exclaimed Cateye in appreciation.
Moondance went and lay down in front of Cateye and started applying her tongue to his organ at once. That made a foursome out of the previous threesome of Jon, Becky, and Cateye.
Lucy said, "Bo, you're the one across the circle from Kibby. So you go take up where Moondance left off, okay?"
Bo looked up and realized she was right. Damn, he thought, I never messed with a chick that young before. I feel kind of stupid sucking off a twelve-year-old, but I guess I better. Besides, she seems really hip for a kid her age-even if her titties are only as big as plums. He crossed the circle and, with some hesitation, lowered his face toward the youngster's pubes.
Red Dog looked up and observed all the action going on around him. He was confused. "Now what do we do?" he asked Lucy. "Everyone's had a turn. Do we start all over or what? I mean, everybody's into a scene with someone except me."
"Correction," said Lucy, pushing her long black hair from her face. "Everybody's into a scene except you and me. Guess what the rules call for when there are only two people left?"
Red Dog's face brightened. "Oh. I dig. It's you and me together. Groovy! I don't know if you've noticed it or not, but I've been sitting here digging on you all afternoon. Your tits and your nice long legs really turn me on. So what is it we do if there's no one left to be 'it'?"
She smiled at him seductively. "I thought you were kind of looking me over," she said. "When it gets down to just two people, the chick gets to call the shots. Fair enough?"
"Sure," he replied.
She crawled toward him across the circle. "I don't know if you've noticed it or not, but I've been digging on that red fur piece you wear around your cock. And I'd just love to slip my lips around the head of it while I investigate whether your fur piece is for real. Honestly, you have the reddest pubic hair I've ever laid eyes on."
He was jubilant. "Lucy, it's ready and waiting for you, honey. But only if you'll let me stick my tongue up your snatch while you do it. I want to see if it tastes as good as it looks."
With a smile of hungry anticipation, she crawled to where he sat and took his eager organ in her hand. She skinned down the foreskin very slowly and only when it was down as far as it would go did she draw it back, up toward the glans. It excited him to see the way she examined his penis so closely. It was almost as though she were a scientist inspecting an organism in a laboratory. When she moved her hand on it, the motion caused her firm breasts to rise and fall on her chest, because she was laying down on her stomach.
"You have the wildest-looking cock," she said at last, "you really do. All this red hair around it sets it off, for one thing." She twined her fingers through the growth as she spoke. "And it's one of those real thick kind. It almost looks like it's got muscles in it. But my favorite part is that juicy, fat head."
She looked up at him under lowered eyelids through the disarray of her long black hair. Her lips didn't have lipstick on them, but they were naturally red and were particularly lush. A sheen of moisture on them made Red Dog ache at the thought of having them close over the hefty knob of his glans.
She drew her face closer to it and repeated, "This part... this part right here is what I love." Her words were partly muffled by the sound of her warm mouth closing over it. She held the shaft in her hand and turned it in slow circles as she sucked it, first just with the lips themselves and then with her tongue as well. He saw her eyes close and felt her move her free hand to his testicles. But she didn't stop there. She traced her fingertips along his perineum and touched the tender opening of his anus.
"Oh, shit, Lucy," he moaned, "you're gonna bring me off fast if you keep this up."
He took her breasts in both hands and sat milking them in slow, rhythmic motions that made her roll sideways so he could get to her cunt. The succulence of her mammaries was so appealing that he hardly knew what was happening when she inserted her finger all the way inside his rectum and pressed forward firmly against his prostate. At the same time, she stepped up the speed of her hand movements on the shaft of his penis and caused him to reach a quick, intense climax that left him shuddering with pleasure.
"Jesus, that was good," he said, doubly satisfied as he saw her swallow the semen. "But how come you didn't wait and give me a chance to bring you off too?"
"I like to save it and make the rounds before I let myself come," she said, pointing to the others. "Let's go get in on their scenes with them, okay?"
Red Dog looked across the grass and saw that the foursome composed of Cateye, Jon, Moondance, and Becky was going full tilt. They didn't look as though they required any help. But Lucy pointed to where Bo was on his knees before young Kibby. He had apparently gotten over any misgivings he had earlier about licking the genitals of a girl so young. His head was buried between her slim thighs and she was leaning backwards on her elbows and twisting her bottom on the grass like a pro.
"Come on," urged Lucy. "Look at those little titties of hers going to waste. There's a place we can get in on the action."
Red Dog wouldn't have been attracted to the girl's pint-sized breasts if Lucy hadn't suggested it. But now that she had, he was all for it. They got on both sides of her and Lucy bent over her and pressed her full-lipped mouth over one of Kibby's breasts. She indicated for Red Dog to do the same with the other one and he did. The little girl was sweating up a storm and was breathing harder and harder all the time. In her excitement, she threw an arm around the necks of Lucy and Red Dog and began kissing them both on the cheek in appreciation for their attention to her breasts. Her head moved back and forth between them as Bo licked the moist surface of her pubescent organs.
Then it happened. And so fast that they didn't know what hit them. A voice yelled at them and told them they were in trouble. All eighteen people stopped in various stages of lovemaking to see what was going on. Cateye said the boy yelling was a neighbor and they'd better listen. The boy said there was a man with a gun looking for his runaway daughter. Her name was Becky, and he aimed to shoot the two boys she had run away with.
Becky froze. Fear filled her eyes. She looked from Bo to Red Dog and back again, shrugging her shoulders. She couldn't imagine how it was possible that her father could have found her, but now that he was closing in, she didn't want to get her two friends in trouble. She had to think fast. "He'll kill you," she wailed to the two boys. "I hate to leave you but it's... it's the only way. I better get to him before he finds you dudes here with me."
There was a quick, tearful farewell. Then she jumped into her clothes and ran toward the road. Sure enough, there was her father's car parked right behind the van. She could hardly believe it was really there. It looked so out of place. Then she saw her father standing several yards down the dirt road with the gun in his hand. She hailed him and when he saw her, he ran to meet her and threw his arms around her. She thought he'd be terribly angry with her, but he seemed so glad to have found her and that all he was concerned about was getting her in his car and then "taking care of them hippies that lured you away."
She tried to convince him she was there alone but then found out he knew about the van. She had a brainstorm and told him the boys had been there but were now at a rock festival in a friend's car. Then she added the lie that saved the boys' necks. "Daddy," she said, her voice contrite, "I know I shouldn't have run away with them, but I'm okay. Really I am. And I was getting homesick. I... I was going to run away from them tonight and... and hitch home to you and mom!"
That did it. He agreed to give up hunting the boys if she'd come home right then. They took off in a cloud of dust. For the first half hour or so, Becky had to hold back tears to keep him from knowing how bad she wanted to stay. But she knew he would have flipped out and killed them, so she resigned herself to the fact that her dream of going to the West Coast had ended.
That night after he called Hazel and reported what had happened, they drove 'til almost midnight and finally stopped at a motel outside of Denver. He bristled when the room clerk smile indulgently as he wrote "T. Spencer and daughter."
Inside their cabin, Becky said, "Well, you do look real young for thirty-six. And I'm not exactly a little girl anymore, you know. It's not unreasonable that someone might think that I... well, that I was your girl friend instead of your daughter."
He knew she was right. And he was especially pleased to hear her say that she thought he looked young for his age. But he suddenly felt very strange being in this cabin alone with his attractive daughter. He explained that he had asked for double bedrooms but all they could offer was a single cabin with a roll-away bed. She was puzzled at his nervousness.
"It's okay, Daddy," she told him. "Gosh, I am your daughter, you know."
He knew all too well. As they were getting ready for bed, he exerted almost superhuman effort to keep from seeing her in anything less than all her clothes. When the lights were finally out and they lay in the same dark room together, they talked a little. He told her things would be different back home, that he and her mother wouldn't be so strict with her. He told her he thought he understood her much better now. He never mentioned a word about any of his adventures along the way.
He lay in the loneliness of his bed and tried to drive certain thoughts from his mind. It was impossible. He thought about the young, fair-skinned body of his daughter lying only a few feet away from him. All the thoughts he'd been having about her during the trip seemed to come to a head. He had to have relief from the ideas that had been hounding him.
He started a conversation again, trying to sound nonchalant. "Take that argument we used to have with you about not wearing a bra, for example," he said, his mouth dry and his manhood stiff between his legs. "There won't be any trouble about that anymore. I realize now that lots of girls your age go without bras. So you can too from now on."
She was delighted with his new regard for her freedom and told him so. She turned over in her bed and he heard the springs squeak. He had to pursue the point.
"I mean, you don't wear one to bed, I suppose. So why should you constrict yourself under your clothes in the daytime?" he posed, with a little laugh.
She enthusiastically agreed with him. Could this really be her father talking, she wondered? He was acting kind of funny.
"I guess you aren't wearing one now, are you?" he persisted.
"No, Daddy. I never even used to wear one at night in bed at home. As a matter of fact, if you won't tell Mom, I'll tell you a little secret. Remember how she was always talking about how dainty I was because it took my nightgowns a month to get dirty?" She giggled. It was fun to take her father into her confidence. "Well, the real reason is because I just never wore them at all. I just let Mom think I did."
He had suspected that very trick. "You mean you just-" he began.
"I just slept naked all the time," she giggled. "What's the diff? Nobody was there to see me."
Ted's blood was racing in his veins. "Are you... are that way now?" he asked, as casually as possible.
"Sure," she innocently said. "It's more comfy. Besides, when a girl gets as big as I am, certain things are real uncomfortable if they're all bound up tight."
Dare he go farther? "What... things, honey," he managed, his voice nervous. "What do you mean?"
"Oh, a girl's breasts. You know," she replied.
His penis shuddered. "Well, you do have pretty big ones for your age, you know, Becky," he said. "If... if they were smaller, you probably wouldn't be bothered so much that way."
He sure is talking funny, she thought, and it's kind of getting me turned on, too. Damn, I've been balling people two and three times a day almost ever since I left. It's hard to get used to having nobody to give me what I've been getting used to.
"Thanks, Daddy," she said, letting her voice become a little teasing. "I never knew you noticed my breasts."
His glans was pulsing with every beat of his heart. "Sure, honey," he said. "Just because you're my daughter doesn't mean I don't notice what an attractive young woman you're becoming."
Then she heard it. There was no mistaking the sound. Her father was masturbating himself in bed! She felt a warm wetness stir in her loins. If he was masturbating and saying all this stuff to her, it must mean... that he was sexually attracted to her! She remembered the people she'd met on the trip and how some of them had sex with their children. If Daddy could dig it, I sure could, she thought. After all, he is a pretty good-looking guy.
Becky turned over on her side and slowly began to stimulate herself. She thought of her father a few feet away in his bed and how it would be to see him playing with himself. The thought of her father running his hand up and down his penis was very erotic to her. She squeezed her thighs tightly around her fingers and applied the tips of them to her delicate, gradually moistening sex flesh. She purposefully allowed her bed-springs to creak, erratically at first and then with pronounced rhythm.
Finally Ted heard the noise. Jesus, he thought could it be that the girl was doing what it sounded like? He cleared his throat. "What's the matter, honey," he pleasantly inquired, "can't you get to sleep?"
"No, Daddy," she answered, her voice sleepy and sexy, "I just can't get to sleep at all. I'm all tense. You ever get that way?... I didn't know you could hear me... moving around."
"That's okay, honey," he replied. His organ was bursting. "I'm kind of restless tonight myself."
"I thought you were," she said in a small voice. "I heard your bed moving around some."
It was absolutely the last straw. He stepped out of bed and flopped onto the rollaway bed with Becky. He grabbed her hand and discovered she was masturbating. He threw his left arm around her neck and buried his face in her hair.
"I thought that's what you were doing, honey," he rasped. "Don't stop, I didn't come over here to stop you. I love you for playing with yourself. That's what I was doing too. I'm doing it right now, Becky, do you hear, right now. Here, put your hand on it and feel. See... see what I'm doing? I've got to have you, Becky, I've got to fuck you. I've been needing your sweet little cunt for a long time!"
"Oh take it, Daddy," she responded, grasping the penis he offered her. "Take my cunt and my tits and fuck me good, Daddy. I need it too. Oh please, give me relief and make me come!" she cried.
Ted slipped under the covers and grasped his daughter's naked, moist mound. He pressed his chest to her nubile breasts and rubbed himself against her slowly and tenderly. He felt her spread her legs and he reacted by pushing the heated head of his penis past her blonde curls and into the steamy vestibule of her excited organ.
"Oh... ooooh," she moaned. "Don't hold back, Daddy. You've got my cunt so hot I'm about to come any minute!"
He sunk his member inside his daughter's vagina to the hilt. He sunk it slow and he sunk it deep, and then he sunk it fast and she cried for more and he sunk it deeper and faster, and faster and faster until they both screamed with pleasure and experienced a shattering orgasm. They lay, father and daughter, in each other's arms for a long time, just holding each other close and feeling each other's heart beat.
It was clear to both of them that this was no mad, unique act. This was something that was going to happen again. Because they wanted it to happen again. She asked the obvious question. "Daddy... what about Mom?"
His voice was strained and tight when he answered. It was mad, he knew, to suggest such a thing as this to his daughter, but he felt compelled to do it. "It all depends on her, Becky. I have the definite feeling that you're capable of it. Have you ever heard of women making love to other women? If Hazel will just see it our way, she doesn't have to lose a husband. She can gain a daughter. Do you see what I'm telling you, Becky? And honey, your mother is a very attractive woman. A very attractive woman."
Becky sighed. Things were really going to be different around the Spencer household from now on. "I know she is, daddy. And you know what-I'd really like to see Mom again real soon. How fast can we get back to Greenfield, Daddy?"
They smiled at each other in the darkness.