Chapter 10
On the morning of her mother's funeral, Becky awoke to a cold, rainy day. The heater in the motel was on the blink and as she dressed she could see her own breath. Maybe it was the weather, or just simple depression about the burial, but Becky wound up with a permanent chill.
Ready to go, she called a cab to take her to the mortuary. Any one of her family would have been glad to give her a ride, but she thought it was better to show up alone after all that had been going on. Simple respect for her strait-laced mother motivated her to put a distance between herself and incest on this particular occasion.
Besides, in a more practical sense, once the will was read she would be leaving town forever. Better to start cutting the family ties now so she could make a clean getaway. Despite all the sucking and fucking, there was no telling how the others would react once they realized she'd promoted herself the lion's share of the inheritance.
The cab honked. But when Becky went outside, a handsome middle-aged man was getting into it ahead of her.
"Hey, you!" she called. "That's my taxi!"
"Then we'll ride together," the man said with an easy smile, holding the door open for her.
"But I'm going to a funeral," an irritated Becky answered when she caught up with him.
"So am I," the man said. Then, after a pause, he added, "I believe it's your mother's."
When she heard this, all Becky could do was dumbly nod. The man took her hand, helped her inside the cab and the next thing she knew she was sitting beside him on the way to the mortuary.
Glancing over at him, Becky couldn't help but be impressed by his distinguished good-looks. As she always did when she was with an attractive man, she automatically let her eyes wander toward his crotch. This time she took a deep breath, because the bulge between his legs was so big it could only mean a hard-on. He was definitely hung.
"You say you're going to my mother's funeral," she said to him. "Do I know you?"
"From way, way back," he answered. "I, uh, wouldn't mind getting reacquainted," Becky heard herself say, the husky words coming out before she even had a chance to know they were on the way.
The man looked at his expensive gold watch and smoothly said, "The funeral's scheduled at eleven. We have at least a half an hour together if that's the way you want it."
"I do," Becky homily admitted, placing her hand on his cock's mound and feeling it throb to her pressing touch.
"Pull into that alley and park the cab," the man told the driver. "Then go find something to do for a few minutes and you'll be ten dollars richer."
That suited the cabby just fine. When they were alone in the alley, a turned-on Becky couldn't unzip her fellow passenger's swollen fly fast enough.
"I just know you're hung," she excitedly murmured as she fumbled inside his silk shorts.
Then, hauling his stiff prick out into the open, she took a long, deep breath.
"But, mmmm," she panted, "this is even better than I expected."
His cock was massive. Even larger, Becky guessed, than the ones in her family. She wasn't even sure if she could get the whole thing in her mouth but she sure was going to try.
Down her lips slurped over the bell-shaped head. The taste was tangy, all-man. And Becky's mouth inched downward, while she began to finger the stranger's hairy balls.
"You suck a lot of cock, don't you?" he casually said to her as she swallowed him deeper.
Becky nodded that it was true. She assumed his remark as a direct response to the expert blow-job she was giving him. But the stranger had a surprise in store for her.
He said, "I've been keeping track of you since you came to town. You've been a very busy girl."
Becky choked.
"Let me see," the man continued. "There was your brother, Rob, Your uncle Vic. and your cousins, Randy and that young boy, Tom. That's not to mention, uh, shall we call it, your experiment with your aunt Sarah and her daughter, Lisa. Yes, you do get around, my dear."
"Wh-who are you?" Becky gulped with a mouthful of cock.
"Why don't I just say for now," the stranger answered, "that I'm somebody who's very interested in what you do with your time."
Becky had no choice but to suspect the worst about the man whose cock she'd been sucking. Probably he was a private investigator, she thought, hired by someone in the family to get the goods on her. Her mother's will must have a moral's clause in it, she reasoned and this was an attempt to cut her out of her share of the inheritance.
Desperate, she told the stranger, "Listen, give me a break. I'll make it worth your while. Whatever they're paying you, I'll give you more."
He laughed. "Just keep sucking, little girl. That's all I want from you now."
During her attempt to strike a bargain, Becky had let his cock slip from her mouth. Now he jammed it back in and pushed her face down in his lap so she was forced to deep-throat him.
When his crotch started bucking, Becky abruptly forgot about anything but getting fucked in the mouth by his surging boner. She couldn't help it, despite her misgivings. It was simply her nature to suck this or any other cock as hard as she could, regardless of the circumstances.
Results were not long in arriving. The stranger started to sweat and groan, the first cracks so far in his polished armor. And like a fighter with an opponent in trouble, Becky automatically went in for the kill.
She sucked that huge cock better than she'd ever sucked any cock. The stranger squirmed as though the backseat of the taxi were a griddle.
"Oh, you've done it to me, little girl," he gasped. "Really done it to me."
He came in her mouth. It was the thickest, hottest, sweetest jizz Becky had ever tasted. She couldn't get enough of it. When his prick slowed to a dribble, she nursed the fat head like it was a nipple and massaged his balls to draw out anything extra there was to swallow.
Then, just after she had finished, the cab driver reappeared. He winked knowingly as the stranger hurriedly zipped his fly and Becky wiped her face. Then he drove them the rest of the way to the funeral, with the taxi so silent that you could hear the tires rolling along the rain-slicked pavement.
At the mortuary, Becky and the stranger wordlessly separated. But when they were on opposite sides of the chapel she couldn't take her eyes off him, as he stood apart from the rest of the seated mourners.
Finally Becky could stand the suspense no longer. Just before the services were scheduled to begin she turned to her uncle Vic, who was seated next to her and asked the question which had been burning a hole in her mind.
"Who is that man?" she whispered, gesturing with her eyes at the mysterious stranger across the room.
"You don't want to know," Vic nervously replied and Becky was certain that she was on to something big.
"Tell me," she insisted.
Vic shook his head. Meanwhile, the minister was clearing his throat beside the casket. With the chapel hushed, it was, Becky realized, the perfect time to embarrass her uncle into coming clean.
She reached into his lap and grabbed the outline of his cock. Even limp, it was so large it was easy to find. Then she squeezed, putting on the pressure.
"I won't let go unless you tell me everything," she silently mouthed her threat, her nails biting through her uncle's trousers into the meat of his prick so it had to hurt. "Who is that man and why is he here?"
Fortunately, there was a final selection of organ music before the minister took over. During it, a red-faced Vic accepted defeat and nodded that he would deliver the truth. The only question now was whether Becky could accept it.
"That man," Vic mumbled under the cover of the music, "he's... he's... "
"Yes?" Becky panted with anticipation.
"Your father."
All at once Becky thought she would faint.
But now that she had started, Vic didn't stop, rapidly whispering, "Your father was never hit by any truck the night he was supposed to have been killed. He just disappeared and your mother made up the story to save face. That's why she supposedly had him cremated, so she wouldn't have to explain why there was no body."
Becky felt like she was sinking. Her father alive? The man whose cock she had sucked just minutes ago?
"Once he was on his own," Vic hurried continued, while there was still time, "your dad had a change of luck. Became a wealthy man. He felt guilty about how he'd treated your mother and started sending her a check every month. That's where the money in the will came from. So now you know, Becky, now you know. The whole story."
There was one last strain from the organ.
During it, Becky looked at her uncle and gulped. "I sucked his cock. I sucked my own father's cock and he came in my mouth."
Vic was speechless. It was a good thing, because the minister had started talking and the funeral had begun.
And Becky just sat there, not hearing a word of the tribute to her mother's memory. All she could think about was cock, her father's cock. That great, big, hard cock that had filled her hungry mouth with so much delicious cum. And she knew that she not only had to suck it again, but that it was destined to fill her cunt and fuck her better than she had ever been fucked before. For never had she wanted any man as much as she wanted her own father.
The services seemed to last forever. As it dragged on, Becky's pussy went from tingling to burning. It was so wet she felt like she was sitting in a sticky puddle.
"I've got to have him," she vowed under her breath as if she were praying. "Got to fuck him."
And then, from across the chapel, her father looked directly her way. Even at that distance there was erotic electricity in the meeting of their eyes. Without being touched, Becky let out a soft moan and climaxed on the spot.
When the services were finished and the mourners began filing from the chapel to go to the cemetery for the burial, Becky drifted automatically toward her waiting father. When she reached him, he took her arm and they left together to say their final good-byes to the woman whose death had brought them together again after all these years.
At the grave site, the rain continued until Becky's mother was lowered into the ground. Then, as she went to her rest, the clouds parted and a brilliant burst of sunlight abruptly drenched the plot with its warm glow.
It was such a good sign that Becky wanted to blurt out with joy. But, of course, that was out of the question. So she kept quiet and slowly guided her father away from the others.
Then, at last, they were alone in a secluded part of the cemetery. Becky wasted no time in making her feelings known.
"Here!... Now!" she said to her father, already beginning to take off her clothes. "You and me."
"You crazy little girl," he sighed when her blouse was open and she unhooked her bra so her bare tits fell free.
"You know it was meant to be, Daddy," she purred, making herself nude from the waist up.
"Yes," he sighed, matter-of-factly unzipping his bulging fly.
Now Becky was wriggling out of her skirt. Her panties were the skimpiest of bikinis, clinging to her crotch like a second skin, stained with pussy juice.
"Show me yours, Daddy and I'll show you mine," she girlishly teased her father.
He took a deep breath and pulled out his throbbing hard-on. And Becky peeled away her panties so she was stark naked. When he saw her cunt, her father took an even deeper breath.
"Yes, Daddy," Becky cooed, "it's shaved. My pussy doesn't have a single hair on it. Just like I was a little girl for you again."
She eased down to the grass, falling back on her ass and spreading her legs. As he crawled between her thighs, her fingertips caught her pussy lips and pulled them as far apart as they would go.
"Fuck me, Daddy," Becky beckoned. "Fuck your little girl with your big, strong cock."
Her father dropped to his knees, gripping his jutting prick. The swollen head moved toward the yawning target of Becky's waiting cunt. Then made contact. Just a little at first, but enough to moisten the blunt tip with leaking pussy juice and send shivers along Becky's spine.
"Stick your cock all the way into my cunt, Daddy," she begged. "Fuck me hard, fuck me deep, fuck me now!"
Her father's crotch bucked. Like a sharp stake, his long cock drove into her wet pussy, making it squish.
"Oh, God, it's such a big, big cock... soooo big in my pussy," Becky moaned.
Her cunt was hilted now. She locked her legs around her father's waist and began jerking him to and fro on top of her.
"Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me," she panted with every stroke of his prick.
"Baby, I'm giving it everything I've got," her father told her. "Hope it's enough for you. I'm not as young as I used to be."
"Don't worry, Daddy, you're fucking me just perfect," Becky reassured him. "Nobody's ever fucked me better."
"You wouldn't be stringing an old man along, now would you?" he chuckled. "After all, a girl like you can have her pick of all the young bucks she wants."
"But none of them are you, Daddy," Becky replied with all the honesty she could express. "None of them are my own father. This is the fuck every girl secretly dreams of, but most never have the luck or nerve to try."
"I was hoping you'd feel this way. God knows, I've been waiting for this to happen long enough. I'm ashamed to say it, but it's almost been like I was waiting for your mother to die so I'd have an excuse to see you."
"Don't ever apologize for the way you feel, Daddy," Becky quickly replied to her father's confession. "Mom's time was up, anyway and life is for the living. And ooooh, is this living!"
She wiggled her ass for emphasis, twisting her father's cock in her rippling pussy. Then she brought his hand down to the top of her cunt and helped him find her yearning clit.
"That's it," she urged when he touched her magic button. "Rub my clit, Daddy. Rub my clit while you fuck me and I'll come sooo gooooooood for you."
He pressed his thumb against the meaty bud and squirmed it around. It was enough for Becky. Her senses exploded.
"Yes, I'm coming... Coming!... Coming!" she panted, her voice rising to an orgasmic wail.
Her father kept it happening for her, squashing her clit to the bone while his pumping cock fucked her cunt nonstop. To add to her pleasure, he licked her tits and poked the middle finger of his free hand straight up her asshole.
"Come, baby, come!" he spurred her on. Then he closed his mouth over a nipple and sucked it almost to his throat.
"Too much," Becky whimpered from the unbearable pleasure. "You've got me at the breaking point, Daddy."
With a mouthful of tit, her father slurped, "A girl like you never gets too much. We may have been strangers all these years, but that's the one thing I know for sure about my only daughter."
"Oh, Daddy, you're so right," Becky moaned in agreement. "So fucking right. More, more, more."
Now her father chewed on her nipple. And pinched her clit as though he were trying to pop it between his thumb and forefinger. At Becky's backdoor, he rhythmically finger-fucked her asshole. His main instrument of pleasure, though, was still his massive cock, which he hammered into his daughter's tight cunt again and again.
"Now it's your turn, Daddy," Becky finally gasped. "Your turn to come for me. Come in my cunt with your huge cock. Drown me with your hot, sticky jizz."
"It's yours, baby," her father promised. "Couldn't hold off a second longer if my life depended on it, the way your little pussy's fucking my old prick."
His balls jumped in their sac, then churned furiously at the base of his hilted cock. All at once, Becky felt a warm, wet rush which reached all the way into her womb. Her father was climaxing, swamping her pussy with the creamy jizz from his spurting hard-on! The same jizz that had given her life.
"Can you feel it?" her father asked her in what Becky was sure was the understatement of the century. "Feel daddy's cum in your cunt?"
"Can I feel it?" Becky snorted. "God, it's only filling me up like my whole body was hollow, just waiting to take all that cum."
"Afraid you just got the last of it, baby," father now said to daughter, pinching off a final blast of liquid heat at the depths of her fucked cunt. "Not a drop more where that came from."
"But your cock's still stiff. I can feel it with my cunt," Becky quickly noted, squeezing with her pussy muscles. "No matter how much you've just come, it'd be a total shame to stop fucking now and waste a hard-on like that."
"Know how long it's been since I fucked anybody twice in a row without stopping?" the old man asked. "Not since I was a lot younger than you. More like that boy of your aunt Sarah's, Tommy--his age."
"You're only as young as you feel, Daddy," Becky urged her father to keep himself in action. "And I'd say Tommy doesn't have anything going for him that you haven't got. I ought to know. I've fucked you both."
"I don't know, little girl. I wouldn't want to start something I can't finish when it's been so good for us so far."
"And I know how to make it even better. Trust me," Becky assured her father.
He sighed, "You're the boss, sweetheart."
And she pulled his cock out of her oozing pussy and guided its head into the hole a notch below.
Her father asked, "You sure you want it down there, baby?"
"Right up my ass, Daddy!" Becky eagerly answered. "Fuck me right where I shit with every inch of your big cock!"
Her father's crotch lurched before he had a chance to think about it. And his prick jammed its way into Becky's tightest hole with a thrust that was slicked with pussy juice from the previous fuck.
Becky lifted her legs over her shoulders, tipping her naked body so all twelve inches of cock could drill straight down her rear chute. Climaxing immediately, she felt her bowels gurgle and pivoted on the grass with her shoulders, jerking her father's hilted meat within her.
He told her she was right, there was no way he'd lose his hard-on now. Fucking her ass was even better than fucking her pussy. Damn, he declared, if he didn't think that he was actually going to wind up coming all over her again.
Becky told him, "I don't just think you'll come for me, Daddy, I know it. Your cock feels like a gun in my ass, just waiting to go off."
"Then pull the trigger any time you're ready, little girl. Make me shoot it."
"How about now, Daddy?"
"Couldn't be better."
As her father sank his prick to his balls in her raised ass, Becky squeezed with all her strength. Her father gasped as though he were having a heart attack from the pressure her anal vise put on his buried prick. But in the next instant the color returned to his face and he was an ageless stud.
When his cock erupted deep in Becky's asshole, he whooped as though he'd discovered the fountain of youth. He had even more cum to give her this time than before, becoming more potent the more he fucked his daughter.
As for Becky, she may have been practically jack-knifed under her father's pressing weight, but in the realm of her senses she was flying. Flying on the wings of a female orgasm that was every bit as intense as her father's male version.
An experience that was as powerful as this for both partners could only last a short time. But for Becky and her father it seemed to overshadow the rest of their lives. Nothing would ever be the same for either of them again. And they both thanked God for that.
"Daddy, you've got to take me away with you," Becky sighed when they finally broke apart. "When I leave this town I want to know we'll be together."
"You're a beautiful, young woman with your whole future still in front of you," her father told her. "What do you need with an old man like me?"
"It's simple, Daddy," Becky answered. "I'll never be the woman I want to be unless I'm with you. Anything else will just be existing. You say my whole future is in front of me? Only if you take me with you. Otherwise, I might as well be dead."
Her father looked into her eyes as though he could see the depths of her soul. "Yes," he said, "you're telling me the truth. I prayed it would turn out this way, but never believed it really would."
"Believe, Daddy, believe. You're stuck with me now. Permanently."
"I'm either the luckiest man in the world, or the damndest old fool there ever was."
And then Becky was swept up in her father's arms and cuddled like the little girl she had once been and would always be from now on. Naked in the sun, father and daughter were on their way to forever together.