Chapter 4
May washed herself good between her legs, soaping away all the juices of her little cunt.
She stepped gingerly out of the tub. She toweled herself dry in front of the full-length mirror. Clean and fresh, she grinned at herself. She was happy and free. She had no inhibitions.
She wrapped the towel around her, selected another towel and wrapped it around her head, turban style.
Then she unlocked the bathroom door, and tiptoes down the hallway, making little wet spots all the way.
As she passed her brother's room, she heard strange pantings and moanings. May laughed and shook her head. Was he playing with it again?! That boy never got enough!
But it was another sound that caught May's ear and jolted her. It was the gentle, high moan of a woman.
Mother! Mother? Oh, my God, thought May. Oh, no. Not Mom in bed with Ralphie!
She ran into her room and closed the door silently. She wept against the door. What should she do? It was so horrible! The thought of it! Oh, the family was falling apart!
She was going to have to tell somebody. She would have to tell someone her secret, her terrible secret. Daddy! She would tell Daddy!
After all, Mom had balled him out that afternoon, for the very same thing! So there! They'd get back at her.
And besides, what her mom was doing was much more terrible than what May and her father had done. After all, thought May, she was their Mother! She should set an example for the rest of the family.
Family! sneered May. Phew! What family? Their family was falling apart.
May cried out all her tears and wiped her eyes on the towel. Then she removed the towel and began dressing. Would Daddy fall over when he heard what she had to tell him!
And supper! What would happen to supper! They were supposed to be eating now. May was resentful.
Who did Mom think she was, screwing her brother? mumbled May to herself. She zipped up her miniskirt and pulled her tight sweater over her head.
She patted her skirt into place in front of the mirror, pulling it here and pushing it there, until she was satisfied.
The she removed her turban and brushed the snarls from her hair. She dried her hair with the little electric hand blower, the whirring muffling her infrequent sobs and sniffles.
Finally she was ready to go. She paused, wondering which way to go ... past Ralphie's door again, for which she might be accused of spying? Or directly to her father?
She decided on the latter, with a quick detour past the former! She didn't want to arouse suspicion, so she. tiptoed in the direction of the bathroom.
She paused only for a moment, but heard nothing. Then the soft sound of heavy breathing came to her ears. And the silent sounds of someone dressing.
So it was over, thought May glumly. Well, it was about time!
She or Daddy would have to confront her mother about this. It was unforgivable, not only because of the tongue-lashing they'd each received, but because it was outrageously sinful for a mother to sleep with her son.
It surely wasn't Ralphie's fault, thought May. She'd forgiven him already. He'd put his pecker in anything that offered itself. But Mom? She was thirty-three. She should have known better.
May pursed her lips together in righteous indignation, and marched down the stairs. She was going to tell her mom a thing or two, when next she saw her ... if she EVER came down from that adulterous and incestuous scene overhead.
May went into the kitchen, sat down at the table, and studied the clock on the wall. She would give her ten minutes. She got up and felt the pots on the stove. They were hot. Everything was ready.
May opened one and observed a delicious beef, potato and carrot stew inside. The aroma that curled around her nostrils was overpowering.
She took a dish and served herself up a helping. Sitting again at the table, she ate gluttonously. May felt better and pushed her plate away.
At least her Mom had seen fit to cook for them, even if she hadn't served them. May wondered if a new pattern was establishing itself at their house ... self-service!
Where was Dad? she wondered. Just then she heard his footsteps on the back porch and sprang up to greet him.
He entered, and upon seeing his lovely, young, miniskirted daughter, lay down the newspaper he'd been carrying under his arm and kissed her passionately.
"Mmmmm, Dad, that's some greeting!" exclaimed May, pulling away. She nearly forgot her news.
Then she remembered and assumed a solemn tone. "Daddy, Daddy, do you know what's happening?" Her voice shook with passion. "Do you know what Mom's gone and done?"
"Commit suicide?" was Roger's calm response.
"Oh, Daddy, NO!" answered May, annoyed. "Worse!"
"Worse?" Roger touched his fingers to his forehead, and shook his head. "You better tell me. Is it something serious?"
"What WE did," May looked up at her father with a sick expression on her face.
"What WE did? What does that mean?" He thought a moment. "Made love? Had sex? With whom?" Pictures of the milkman, mailman, delivery boy and dentist flashed in front of his eyes. The butcher, the baker
Then a huge snapshot of his son appeared, blotting out all the other images.
"Oh, no!" he cried.
"Oh, yes!" cried his daughter. She hugged herself and wailed.
"Wait'll I get my hands on that little good-for-nothing punk!"
"No, Daddy, don't hurt him. Don't hurt Ralphie. He's my brother, don't forget!" May was jumping up and down.
"He's my cockeyed son, don't forget that!" Roger whirled suddenly. His usual casual manner evaporated, leaving in its place only a residue of revenge.
"No, Daddy, no, no, don't!" cried May. She was afraid he would kill Ralphie. To say nothing about what he might do to her mom. Especially after the tongue-lashing Mom'd given him that afternoon.
She tugged on his arm and held onto it with all her might. If she could only detain him for a minute, maybe his temper would cool. Then she had another idea.
"Oh, Daddy, you look so ferocious! Oh, you scare me! Oh, mmm, you look so masculine when you get angry. Mmmm, so sexy. Oh, let me kiss those lips of yours again. Mmmmm, come here, sweet Daddy, come here and put your tongue into my mouth. Let me feel your sweet soft lips on mine, oh, please, Daddy ... "
May's words had a calming, mesmerizing effect on her father. He stopped pulling away from her.
"May-" he began, seeing her as if for the first time. She looked so lovely, so plaintive there, searching his eyes with her own glass-clear ones, ready for his healing kiss with her lips parted ... open.
What more could he ask? Why was he chasing his wife down when his own daughter, half her age and twice as desirable, was aching for him again, longing to take him in her arms, trembling for his lips on hers, needing his hands all over her tiny body and his experienced cock between her thighs ...?
He turned to his darling daughter and took her in his arms. He automatically dropped his hands to her little firm asscheeks and pulled her to him, pulled her close.
He enveloped her little, slim body with his large, strong arms. "Oh, May, sweetie, dear," he began, lifting her chin so he could tongue her soft lips.
"Oh, Daddy," she murmured, grateful that her seduction had been successful.
They heard a door open and close upstairs. May froze. Her father tried to pull away. She held him. They heard Dorothy's footsteps go down the hall and enter the master bedroom. The door closed. Her dad relaxed. May breathed a sigh of relief.
Then the door opened again and the two parted from another passionate kiss to listen. Footsteps started coming toward the top of the stairway again. But they bypassed it and entered the bathroom. Soon they heard water running.
May knew her mother always took a long time with her bath. She found it a pleasure of life. A long bath healed her soul, she always said.
That meant she wouldn't be down for at least an hour. Roger looked around. He saw the bare kitchen table, with only May's supper dishes on it.
"Come here," he said, taking May by the hand and pulling her gently toward the table. He looked around and saw a white tablecloth on the counter, which her mother had no doubt intended to spread on the supper table.
Roger took an end and May took an end and together they spread it like a sheet over the kitchen table.
"It'll be hard, but sexy," he said, unable to wait to get his greedy hands on his daughter again. He would have his daughter for supper.
May didn't mind. She was more than willing. She would have, her daddy for dessert. Like a full-grown woman, with hundreds of sexual sessions behind her, she confidently began unbuttoning her skirt. There was no time to coyly play at an innocent seduction.
Seeing his young thirteen-year-old daughter begin to undress made Roger's dick rise. His cock prodded the fabric of his pants. Its head pushed against his fly to escape the confines of his pants.
He unzipped. He let his trousers down. He stripped off his shorts. His bulbous dick pronged right up to a neat horizontal blast-off position. He was ready to take his daughter May right there on the dinner table.
May gasped in anticipation at having sex with her father again. The thought overwhelmed her. She was tremendously excited. Her chest heaved up and down as she slowly removed her pullover. Then she waited while her father unclasped her little bra and let it fall to the linoleum floor.
There she stood in her little lace panties. Her tiny tits that promised more to come looked succulent enough. The little nipples fairly stood on end at the prospect of having Daddy's lips on them. He took a step toward her.
May's eyes glistened. How happy it made her to have her father sexually once more! And how excited it made her! Right there on the kitchen table. It would be a moment to remember. She couldn't wait to tell the kids at school about it!
"Lie down, May," said her father, his voice strange and impassioned. He sounded as though he could barely control himself. The passion that lurked just under her father's restrained manner gave her a sexual charge she could hardly contain.
Before she lay down on the white tablecloth, she couldn't help but reach out and tenderly touch her father's lovely cock. It jutted out so strong and firm. It was so nice and thick and long. The fleshy muscle was so hard and solid. May touched it, and then grasped it fully.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned, and threw herself to her knees before him. "Oh, Daddy, let me eat it. Let me kiss it." And before her father could deny her this pleasure, her lips closed around his cock.
He nearly fainted with the pleasure. It wasn't just any woman with her hot, moist mouth around his cockhead. It wasn't just any girl about to suck off his hard prick. It was his daughter, his little teenage daughter.
"Jack me, jack my cock, May," he whispered.
"Oh, but Daddy, I want to suck on it. Let me suck on it. Pretty please?"
She deftly cupped his balls in her palm and leaned to suck on his cockhead again.
She took the head in her mouth and licked her hot, wet tongue all over it. She whipped it around. She caressed it. She aimed the point of her tongue straight into the pee slit, where a droplet of pre-come fluid was forming.
She tasted his manhood. She felt the familiar flavor of sperm on her lips. She heard him moan with carnal pleasure.
She licked up and down his long staff like she was playing the flute. She held it tight and blew. She wanted to please her father very much. And the thick cock in her mouth and hands made her feel very secure indeed.
She stopped licking as his hand moved slowly across her little breasts. It went up to tickle her neck and chin. A finger entered her mouth for her to suck on. With the spittle from her own wet mouth, he traced a wet line with the finger down her body to her cunt hair.
And he lubricated her cunt hole with it, with the saliva from her own mouth.
Then his hand left her needy pussy to travel over her flat, soft belly. He put pressure on her belly, pressing it down. Then he moved her legs apart, slowly, one at a time. He moved one thigh to one side and the other thigh to the other side. He exposed her little pussy to view. He admired the little mound, clad in only a few sparse blond hairs.
He felt like a doctor with a patient on the examination table. He would give her his full attention. He would give her a most thorough examination. He would explore her body outside and inside. Especially inside.
He couldn't wait. But first he wanted to suck her off, before he fucked her. At least lubricate her with his mouth before he plunged his hot cock inside her little cunt.
May's eyes were closed. She was panting and moaning already. It didn't take much. What with the previous sessions of masturbation and fucking in the last several hours, her body was taut like a violin string, ready to be played.
Roger first touched her cunt lips with his fingers. He put one or two inside of her hole, feeling her inner cunt walls, arousing her, bringing the moisture to her outer pussy lips, delicately arousing her clitoris.
"Ohhhhhh, Daddy," moaned May. Her hand automatically went to her breast. She pinched the nipple. She spread her knees as far apart as they would go. She wanted to accommodate her Daddy's fingers as much as possible.
He spread her cunt lips, stretching the taut skin and circling his fingers around and around the opening.
Then he went deeper into her cunt hole, rotating his fingers again around and around. May was sighing deeply now. She hoped her father would never stop.
She twisted her head from side to side. She humped herself on his fingers. She ground herself against his hand. She snapped her pelvis up to meet his pressing thrust.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she sighed again and again. "Oh, Daddy, do it, do it some more, oh, bring me, Daddy, make me COMMMMMMMMME!" With that, May was already rising, rising, rising, on the tides of her pleasure.
She began laughing and giggling as the pleasure in her groin became so intense, she could hardly bear it. Suddenly the tension exploded. Her clit and cunt were free of pressure, and her sexual excitement peaked in orgasm.
Her body shook with pleasure. Her cunt walls gave off their thick sexual juices. She humped herself till she'd come fully. Then she pulled her father down on top of her.
Her Daddy was ready, willing and able. He poised over her for the descent.
"Oh, Daddy!" she cried, hugging her father to her. She threw her arms around his neck and spread her legs wide. She felt his thick, wonderful cockhead knock on the portals of her cunt hole. She felt him reach down and spread her cunt lips wide. The larger opening allowed his thick cock to make headway and enter her.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she cried out. "Oh, that feels wonderful! Ohhhhhh, man, Daddy, ohhhh, put it in all the way, put it in the rest of the way! Oh, hurry, Daddy!"
But Roger wanted to savor the pleasure of his thick cockhead just inside his daughter's cunt lips. He paused, inhaling deeply and holding himself back for just as long as possible.
The he shoved his cock balls deep into her cunt.
"Oh, Daddy, you feel so good inside me! Oh, you fill me up all the way! It feels so wonderful! Ooooh, it's SOOOO good!"
His daughter's voice filled his ears as he in turn filled her tight cunt. His cock soaked up her juices and then pulled out again.
He plunged in again. He heard his daughter gasp. It gave him pleasure to hear her feminine moans. He loved filling up his daughter's cunt with his full seven inches. He withdrew and plunged his thick, hot cock into her again.
"Oh, fuck me, Daddy, oh, fuck me, keep fucking me!" Her cries were strange to her own ears. All she was aware of was the intense pleasure that was filling her pussy and making her clit throb.
She felt him withdraw and thrust, withdraw and thrust. He held tightly to her asscheeks, drawing her to him with each penetration.
Their groins slapped hard together. The pumped and pumped. Their coordination was getting expert. The kitchen table, on somewhat uneven legs, shook and rattled.
May threw her legs and thighs around her Daddy's body with such force that a lid on the stove clattered to the floor. May thought vaguely somewhere in the back of her mind that the stew was getting cold, the stew was getting cold! But her body, primed for love and sex, couldn't have cared less.
It was too much for May. All she could do was counter thrust to his every thrust. All she could do was hump him. And that she would most delightedly do.
"Daddy, honey, baby, sweetie," she crooned in his ear.
"Yes, darling daughter," he whispered, his eyes closed, his groin ablaze with passion. He could hardly keep himself from coming off just then, but he wanted her to have all the pleasure he could give her. He wanted to satisfy his lovely young daughter. He wanted her to think of him as a good lover.
The kitchen table squeaked and groaned under their combined weight. Roger's long prick was nailing May to the table.
"Ooooh, Daddy, it's getting kind of hard," admitted May, opening her eyes and suddenly feeling the hard surface of the table under her. Her asscheeks were getting numb. She longed for the soft mattress of her bed, where they'd first fucked.
May and Roger could hear Dorothy splashing around in the bathtub upstairs. It would be a while before she came down.
"It'll be over soon," said Roger, hoping his daughter's ass wasn't too sore to continue.
"It's okay, Daddy, it's wonderful." And to prove it, May spread her thighs even farther and thrust her groin at her Daddy as hard as she could.
And Roger took the cue. He began fucking fervently now. He thrust and thrust. He took May's breath away. He soon had her moaning in ecstasy.
And he let go of his creamy jism at the same time. They were rocking back and forth, grabbing up all the lusty pleasure from each other's bodies that they could. Roger gave one last and final thrust and May emitted a piercing scream of pleasure.
Suddenly, with a crack, two opposing table legs gave way. The kitchen table came tumbling down, plunging May and Daddy to the floor. They landed in a naked heap.
The crash jolted May. Her father was the first to recover. He got to his feet and quickly felt for broken bones. Finding none, he turned his attention to his daughter.
"May, honey, are you okay?" he gulped, wishing their mutual climaxes hadn't been quite so climactic.
"Yeah, Pop, I think so." May was dazed.
Suddenly the upstairs bathroom door hurled open, and Dorothy, still fastening the sash of her robe, came thundering down the stairs.
"Children, children!" she was screaming at the top of her lungs. "What is it this time? Oh, can't a mother have any peace and quiet in the privacy of her own tub?"
She appeared at the door of the kitchen, and her face fell for a second time that day.
Quietly, she said, "I do believe we should get a divorce, Roger."
Her husband looked sheepishly at her, and suddenly wished he was back in the safe confines of his studio.
He was tired of robbing the cradle. Besides, he had enough material for one day to illustrate a whole series of sketches. He would call it, "The Artist and His Daughter". Or "Seven Days in May".
"We were just breaking up housekeeping," said Roger with mock joviality. "Heh-heh, Dorothy, just trying out a new recipe, you know!"
His cock, at half-mast, was still dripping his final come juices. The droplets betrayed him.
"Well, dear," he said, addressing his daughter and thumping her on the ass, "guess we'd better knock it off, eh?"
May hung her head in mock shame. Her pussy was dripping wet and felt wonderful. She felt defiant and proud, naked in front of her mother. She stared at Dorothy.
Why couldn't Mom hang on to her man? She, May, was a better lay than her own mother! No doubt about it.
With that thought, May snubbed Dorothy, turned on her heel, and pranced out of the room, naked and beautiful.
Suddenly Roger remembered where his wife had been earlier. His face turned an angry red. "Why am I taking all this shit? YOU-YOU-I have a mind to lock you up. You're no better than a cheap ... "
Husband and wife squared off, each furiously jealous of the other's carnal knowledge of their offspring. They fumed and sputtered. At last they embraced.
"Oh, honey," said Dorothy, "it was wonderful. Ralphie has such a nice cock. He has my eyes but your cock, dear. Like father, like son."
"Oh, Dorothy, your daughter is a honey of a lay. You raised her well. With a little more practice, she'll be a real trooper in no time. A real credit to her family."
The two smiled and kissed, pleased as punch to have other sexual means open to them besides each other's bodies.
The introduction of their two children into their sex lives was a necessary infusion of new blood. It provided the transfusion that could well save their marriage from the rocks of the divorce courts.
The two, forgetting all about the lukewarm stew on the stove and the broken table on the floor, strode arm in arm up the staircase to their bedroom.
Safe in each other's arms, they began wondering where May had disappeared to.