Chapter 12
Pamela and her father had driven home very slowly and thoughtfully, his arm around her shoulder, his right hand squeezing her high, firm breast as she nestled against him.
Bob David wasn't too sure he liked the alternatives that confronted him. On the one hand, there was his beautiful blonde, buxom and meaty daughter who, at age twelve, promised to be only more delightful as the years wore on. On the other, there was the fact that he had been a serious family man all his life and it was going to be hell to become otherwise at this late stage of the game.
Though of course fornicating with beautiful Pamela didn't necessarily mean he would have to become necessarily less of a family man. Did it? In a sense the situation compelled him to become more family-inbred than he had been before.
But there was still the little salient fact of Adele, who was his wife, and of Martin, who was his son. He-they-would constantly have to be on the lookout and wary of the other two now, if he was going to be screwing Pamela. It was a dangerous game they would be playing. He would have to be constantly looking back over his shoulder, or over Pamela's blonde one, watching and waiting for Adele and/or Martin to catch them, to come in unannounced by accident. Timetables were notoriously unreliable. Someone coming home early at the wrong time could totally screw up the works.
Of course, they could just meet downtown or out at the cottage. Take a room at the Palmer House after work or something. He'd go up and meet her. They'd have orange juice and chocolate sodas together and fuck like minks. And she'd suck him off, of course. That was beautiful, the most beautiful thing he'd ever known in his life. Those hot young lips obscenely wrapped around his cock and drawing out the thin steel wire that was wound up in his balls, until it flashed along his burning stem and spewed his hot, milky life down her eager throat.
Bob closed his eyes. The world was a spinning ball of possible decisions, all of them with their conceivable dangers. If they were ever caught, it could conceivably mean a lengthy jail term for him and who-knew-what for her.
Pamela nestled closer, making a little purring noise as he fondled her breasts. Her hand passed into his crotch and grabbed his genitals, gently milking them. Bob gulped and looked down at her golden blonde head. She smiled silkenly at him. He was lost, he knew. Lost in those bright blue eyes and long lashes, that succulent, hot young mouth, those enormous young tits, that long blonde hair, lost in the undulating wet walls of her cunt and their pubic crotches rubbing together lewdly and ecstatically. There could be no turning back now.
He turned into the drive to the house just as Melvin and Squiffer, Martin's young friends, had stepped off the gravel and were moving swiftly, talking animatedly, down the sidewalk on Isabella Street. They glanced back at the car and there seemed something just a little peculiar in their faces as he waved at them. He removed his hand from Pamela's breast self-consciously and came to a stop before the house. He looked up at it. For some reason there seemed to be an unnatural quiet surrounding it, but he told himself that he must be imagining it.
They left the car and went inside the house. Downstairs seemed quiet as well.
And then they heard it, gradually rising in crescendo-the grunting, groaning and heavy breathing of two people fucking!
They looked at each other, then Bob took the stairs two at a time-very quietly-to the second floor.
The sounds seemed to be coming from Martin's room. He cautioned Pamela to remain silent as she came up softly behind him. Not a word passed between them, but there was a fierce excitement in their faces and a pounding in his chest. Could it be-?
"Mom! Oh, Mom!" came Martin's anguished cry.
"Fuck me, baby! Fuck your big juicy mama!"
Bob looked at his daughter. This was too fantastically good to be true. A light bulb lit in a halo above his head. A little blackmail was in order. A few good shots of these two and they would be safe for good. Adele would never dare try anything. Hurrying back to their room, he took their Polaroid camera out of the bottom drawer of the bureau and then hurried back with it.
Pamela meanwhile had shoved the door open just slightly, with her dainty foot. The sight that greeted their eyes was unbelievable-his handsome fifteen-year-old son had his cock sliding greasily in and out of his mother's cunt while Adele groaned and tossed uncontrollably under him, her knees pulled all the way up to her tits, her ass curled into a ballish angle. She was groaning ecstatically and mouthing all kinds of strange obscenities.
Bob could scarcely believe it, but he began shooting pictures like mad just to be sure he would believe it later. Eventually he got the both of them straining deep in the throes of a really powerful orgasm. Martin's hips began jerking and the boy's entire body shuddered from head to foot, while Adele seemed to moan through a whole series of atomic orgasms. Martin's head hung down lank and damp as he shuddered through his powerful climax, squirting his white hot cum up into his mother's belly. Then his fingers came out of her anus with a noisy little pop, his balls slapped her big juicy behind for one last time, and they fell into each other's arms, Adele's huge squashy tits flattening out on both sides of them. The boy's spent cock lay droopingly resting within the soft, gleaming wet brown folds of her cunt as they muttered terms of endearment to each other. Bob wondered vaguely how long this had been going on, but then he didn't really care either. The important thing was that it was going on now, and that made everything all right between him and Pamela. He clicked the shutter again, passing the other pictures to Pamela.
With the sounds of their busy fornication evaporated into the post-orgasmic air of the bedroom, the clicking shutter rang like a gunshot from wall to wall. Martin and Adele looked up and right at the door.
"Bob!" Adele exclaimed.
"Dad!"
"Get your clothes off, Pamela," Bob ordered, and he started to strip himself.
At first on the defensive and eager to recover their clothes, Adele and Martin were slightly amazed to find Bob and Pamela quickly removing theirs. Bob's enormous mature cock sprang upward into view as he stood up from removing his shorts, every blood-veined ridge throbbing and visible. Pamela had taken off her clothes and now shook out her long blonde hair while her oversize tits wobbled and bobbled in their firm glossy skin.
Adele gasped, the sheet pulled tightly up over her naked body, with Martin having rolled over fearfully to the other edge of the bed. "Why ... Bob ... what are you doing?"
"Never mind, bitch. On the floor!" He grabbed her long black hair and dragged her squealing from the bed. She fell with a loud thump on her backside, her huge tits flopping on her belly, her matronly flesh wrinkling and hobbling here and there. "Martin!" Bob barked. "Come over here!"
"Don't beat me," Adele bleated piteously, her hands up before her face. Pamela laughed and so did Bob. Beating her was the last thing that anyone had in mind.
"Come over here, Martin," Bob commanded again, and this time he went over and grabbed his trembling son's wrist, pulling him imperiously across the room.
"What ... what are you going to do?" Adele breathed.
"Give me those pictures, Pamela," Bob told his daughter. She passed them over and he flashed them threateningly in front of Adele's terrified face. "This is what I'm going to do," he said. "I'm-going to send a batch of these to your aged parents, that's what I'm going to do, you puritan bitch, if ou don't behave yourself. Martin, get your face in there and start eating your hypocritical puritan momma."
"Eating, Papa?"
"You know. Lick her cunt, and chew on it. Lick on Mama until the cows come home."
Martin got the idea and he smiled. He suspected tha his dad had some wonderful plans. He quickly wriggled down onto his stomach and slid his hands under his mother's buttocks, pressing his face forward quickly through her soft white thighs and lapping slickly along her juicy brown slit.
"Martin ... ooooooooh, noooooooo ... oooooohhh, lover boy...." Adele crooned, Bob walked thoughtfully around them, trying to construct in his mind what was necessary. "No, that's not right," he said at last very thoughfully, when Adele was ready to hurtle through yet one more mind-bending orgasm, "Martin, you'll have to get on the bottom and Mama will sit on your handsome face." He put his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Do you think you can lick her cunt from that position, son?"
"Yeah, Dad, I think so."
"Good boy. Now do as I said."
"What ... what is this?" Adele stammered helplessly again, but Bob only pulled her up cruelly, then made her sit down on Martin's face after their son had lain back down on the carpet. Martin lapped her mercilessly as her moist hairy pussy squashed down over his nose and mouth like a rubber mask, and Adele groaned ecstatically.
"Good so far," Bob said, wringing his hands. Then he grabbed Adele's hair and pulled her head over to force her face into his aroused loins as he slid down onto the carpet just in back and around from Martin's earnestly lappihead. "Suck my cock!" Bob commanded. And sobbing with a mixture of joy and chagrin, Adele began doing just that, running her long tongue lappingly up the underside of his penis, then plunging her entire mouth over his huge cock and sucking ravenously."
"All right," Bob gasped. "Now-you-Pamela-oh God-come over here and sit backward down on my face ... hurry ... I think I'm cumming...."
Pamela hurried to do as her father had urged.
Martin couldn't tear his eyes away from her huge, gravity-defying cantilevered breasts with their palm-size knobs. He wanted to tune them like a radio station.
She sat down directly over Bob's face, but wiggling backward onto it and mashing in all that wet pubic hair and the sticky wet folds of her hot young pussy.
"Now-" Bob croaked, with Adele still sucking ana licking madly as Martin lapped her cunt, "make it complete. Bend over and suck on Martin's rod!"
Pamela smiled to herself. She had wanted to do that for a long time anyway. And after all, Daddy had told her to, didn't he? Parents always knew best. Bending over, her long yellow hair tracing teasingly across Martin's shivering tight young flesh, her mouth opened in time to correlate with his jerking penis, and she took all of his hot young rod into her mouth with an ecstatic little cry of happiness....
Double sixty-nine! Bob thought ecstatically, with every imaginable incest angle! Beautiful!
Thus it was that the four of them reached an enervating explosion of happiness through a wild daisy chain orgy, first with Adele having her cunt eaten while she sucked on Bob's penis, who in turn licked Pamela's hot young cunt, who in turn licked and sucked on her own brother's penis until it exploded wads of hot searing cum right into her small mouth, she gushed downward into her father's face, who blew sperm into his wife's hotly sucking mouth, who flew through yet one more mind-bending orgasm as her son licked her hot juicy pussy all the way to completion.
And then they reversed, with Bob licking Adele, Adele sucking on Martin, and Martin nibbling his sister's pussy as she blew her father ... until finally the four of them dissolved into a sweat-soaked, motionless but happy heap
"Adele," Martin whispered through the stillness of the night, considering at the same time how he was going to beg off going to work in the morning and with what excuse.
"Yes, dear?" she asked, sleepily stroking his chest.
"You know, all that garbage you hear about incest is just a lot of bunk."
"Yes, dear," she answered dreamily. Her cunt felt as if it had been stampeded by elephants, but nice.
"The kids are asleep," he said, looking over them with their arms and legs entwined. "They're good kids too. The best any parents ever had. We're mighty lucky."
"Yes, dear. Now go to sleep."
He watched her doze off. Bob Davis gazed down at the beautiful, sexy wife who had at last been aroused from her years of sexual torpoi. She was ready for anything now. She had even begged him to bam her harder when he had fucked her in the ass. That was certainly a change from the old Adele. And the kids, they were really great. He'd enjoyed taking Polaroid snapshots of Martin banging his sister and having his cock sucked by her. They were a beautiful pair. And no doubt they would be amenable to what he had in mind for them for the future, if Adele would go along. And she would. Because he had all these photos now, and he could blackmail her into anything.
Because Madge Hopkins had been telling him about her two youngsters, also a girl and a boy-the girl aged eleven and the boy fourteen-and the swap club they had joined that was restricted to families with children....
Yes indeed, the future looked rosy. Because the first thing Monday morning he was going to get Madge on the phone, and after that ... Well, after that it was anybody's guess ... and anybody's game....
He smiled softly to himself. In the future he could see only sunlight and fullness. And a sex life that even the gods would envy.