Chapter 10
Robert was not in the house when she returned, and Marcia was disappointed. After what she had seen, she was burning up for a hard cock. Fighting the powerful urge to strip the clothing from her burning body and fingerfuck herself silly, she paced about the empty house.
The scene between Bret and his daughter was branded on her mind. It was impossible to believe it had happened, yet she had seen it. It was simply too good to be true. And all this time she had been afraid, afraid of loving Bret and jeopardizing what she had with his daughter and her own son.
And all the time Bret was fucking his daughter, just as she was fucking her son. Marcia laughed at the situation, at her fears, at her elation.
She stopped pacing as the thought came to her. She knew her feelings toward Bret, but what of his feelings toward her? He had, after all, been avoiding her since that single date. Perhaps he didn't care for her, perhaps he preferred to fuck his daughter instead of her. Perhaps she had not made it good enough for him there in the car. All kinds of thoughts flowed through her mind, and the more she thought of them, the more nervous she became.
Telling herself she was being silly, that she could not possibly love Bret, that she still had Robert, her son, and didn't really need Bret at all, she sat in the living room hardly aware of the tears in her eyes. Marcia was crying silently for what she had, for what she might have had, and for what she probably would never have.
She had no idea how long she sat there. Her misery was deep, so deep it had almost--but not quite--taken away her desire to be fucked.
Nothing probably would ever take that intense desire from her. Her cunt still tingled hotly between her thighs despite the feelings she felt concerning Bret.
Dinner time came and went, and still Marcia sat there. When Robert did not come home for dinner, she was not concerned; time had no meaning for her right now. She had a vague awareness that she was sitting in the dark, but that did not matter.
Even when the lights were turned on, Marcia sat there, not caring and hardly aware of it.
"Mom?" Robert said to her, kneeling at her knees. "What's wrong? Come on, Mom, what's eating you?"
She looked at her son, smiling softly. She reached out and stroked his smooth cheek tenderly, then caught sight of Dawn next to him. She took Dawn's hand and pulled her down beside her. Robert got up and sat on her other side. Both kids hugged Marcia tightly as she sat between them. Marcia wrapped her arms around them, holding them close to her tits. As she held them, she lifted her face ... and looked directly into Bret's eyes.
"Oh!" she gasped, startled to see him there. "Hello, Marcia," he said softly.
They looked at each other, not speaking another word. Slowly Bret came toward her, and then he dropped to his knees in front of her. Robert pressed tightly against his mother, and Dawn did the same on the other side. She felt Bret's hands on her knees, but she could not pull her eyes from his.
"Bret, I ..."
"There's nothing to say, Marcia," he said softly. "I understand. I understand what you feel because I feel the same way."
"But I ... I ..."
"Let me try to explain," he said, caressing her knees tenderly. "I thought you didn't want any more to do with me, Marcia. You see, I've been in love with you from the first time I saw you, months ago. But you are so beautiful, I couldn't see how a man like me could ever have you."
"Oh, God!" Marcia whimpered. "And all the time I thought you didn't want me. Oh, Bret ..."
"I know," he said. "And if it weren't for our two kids here, it might never have happened."
"We told him, Mom," Robert said. "Dawn and I had to do something."
"Told him what?" Marcia asked.
"How you've been acting lately, ever since you went out with him," Dawn said. "I know you love my daddy, and I love you, too. I knew how Daddy felt from the beginning. We just had to get you two together."
"But why?"
"I want you for my mother," Dawn said, hugging Marcia tightly. "And Daddy loves you. You have to marry my daddy, please!"
"Do it, Mom," Robert urged. "Marry him."
"Well, Marcia," Bret said, smiling hesitantly up at her. "It looks like we're outnumbered, doesn't it?"
Marcia looked at him for a long time. "I'm not sure about ... I don't know," she murmured. "There's been ... you don't know about ..."
"Yes he does!" Dawn squealed. "Daddy knows, Marcia! Please, Mommy!"
Marcia looked at the beautiful little girl, seeing tears in those sparkling eyes, the pleading expression on her face. "You called me Mommy, Dawn," she said softly. "That's the second time you did that."
"She calls you Mommy at our house, too," Bret added. "And I know all about you and your son, Marcia."
Marcia felt a flutter of fear in her heart, but it was gone as swiftly as it came on her. There was no reason to feel fear, not after seeing what he did with his own daughter.
"I know you fuck your son," he went on in a soft voice, his hands moving up her thighs now. "I've known about that for almost a week now. I also know you saw me and Dawn this morning. So you see, Marcia, we both know about each other. And we love each other, and the kids love us ... so what's to stop our being married?"
His hands were under her dress now, his fingertips moving along the edge of her pan-ties. Marcia trembled. She felt the hot hands of her son and Dawn fondling her tits, opening her blouse. She continued to gaze into Bret's eyes, even when he pressed her knees open and slipped a finger into the crotch of her panties. Her tits were now exposed, and her son and Dawn were sucking on a rubbery, tingling nipples. When Bret pulled at her hips, bringing her ass to the edge of the cushions, she did not resist.
Bret shoved his face to her thighs and began to lick and kiss at the creamy, sensitive inner surfaces, working his tongue up them to her crotch.
"Suck her cunt, Daddy!" Dawn gurgled, then went back to Marcia's nipple.
Marcia stared down at the man as he ran his tongue up the tight crotch of her panties. She whimpered as a stab of pleasure flooded her body. Bret slipped his hands to her ass cheeks and buried his face into her pantied cunt, nipping at the soaked cloth, at the puffy lips of her pussy.
"That's it, Dad!" Robert shouted in pleasure. "Lick Mom's cunt! Suck her hot, hairy cunt and make her come! Dawn and me will suck her tits!"
Bret pulled the tight crotch of Marcia's panties to one side, looked at the hairy cunt a moment, then buried his face into it, his tongue stabbing deep into the hot moisture.
Marcia still had her arms around the two kids, holding them against her tits. She writhed her ass, pressing her cunt into Bret's face, gurgling with pleasure now. "Ohhh, yes, yes! Oooo, it feels good ... three of you eating me! Ohhhh, I can't help it ... you're making me come, so fast! I'm coming, damn it! Ohhh, damn ... I'm coming!"
Bret's fingers gripped her tightening ass cheeks, and Marcia wailed with ecstasy when she felt one of his fingers pressing into her asshole. She lifted her ass and twisted her convulsing cunt hard into his face as he plunged his finger in and out of her asshole, his tongue fucking in and out of her flexing cunt. She squeezed one of Dawn's little tits as she hugged her son's head into her own.
"Suck my tits! Suck my cunt!" she yelled with intense ecstasy. "Oooo, suck me, all of you! I'm coming so ... so fucking much! Eat me ... eat my tits! Eat my cunt! Eat all of me!"
They clung to her shuddering body as she came in rippling waves of pleasure. Bret pressed his tongue as deep as he could into her cunt, his lips wide and closed around her hairy lips and throbbing clitoris, his hands gripping the cheeks of her ass, one finger plunging in and out of her gripping asshole. Robert sucked very hard on one nipple and Dawn was sucking hard on the other. Marcia felt as if she would never stop coming, that she would go through the rest of her life in one continuous orgasm.
But it did end, finally.
She opened her eyes and gazed at Bret, who was still on his knees before her. Dawn and Robert had gotten to the floor, naked now. Marcia had not realized the kids had left her, but she looked at them now and saw her son on his back, his cock buried up the hairless cunt of the girl, and her sweet, rounded little ass was bouncing swiftly up and down.
Bret pulled her to her feet, and she stood there trembling as he undressed her. When she was naked, he removed his own clothing, and very gently placed her onto the floor. Marcia spread her long thighs as he moved between them, his cock throbbing powerfully.
She took his hard cock in her hand and fitted it into her burning cunt. Bret lay atop her, pumping his ass up and down, fucking her slowly. Marcia could feel Dawn's slim thigh brushing hers as she fucked Robert, and she looked up into the sweet face of the little girl. When Dawn lowered her mouth to hers, Marcia opened her lips and accepted the moist tongue between them. She writhed and bounced her ass as Bret fucked her.
"Oooo, so nice!" she whimpered as Dawn pulled her tongue out. "Fucking this way is so nice! God, do I love it! Fuck me, Bret! Ohhh, darling, fuck the piss out of my hot cunt! Dawn, fuck Robert ... fuck his hard little cock until it melts inside your sweet little cunt!"
"Marcia," Bret grunted next to her ear, "Marcia, I love you! I love your hairy, hot cunt ... your hot, bouncy ass! I love you, baby! I love to fuck you ... love to suck your hairy pussy ... tongue your asshole ... I love you, Marcia!"
"I love you, too, Bret," she said, gripping his muscular ass tight in her fingers as he stabbed his cock in and out of her cunt. "I love you so very much!"
She felt his prick swelling inside her pussy and the sensation--as always--sent her into shivering orgasm.
She clawed at his ass, pulling his cock tightly into her spasming cunt as she came. She felt his cock jerk, then he was coming inside her. She felt his balls pressing at her ass cheeks, and she reached farther down and twisted at them as he flooded her cunt with come juice.
She was aware that her son and Dawn were coming, too. Through the ecstasy of her orgasm, she realized she would have to start thinking of those two sweet kids as her son and daughter, not as her son and Dawn.
"Marry me?" Bret asked again, his cock still inside her pussy. "Marry me, Marcia. We can't stop this, and you know it."
She looked up at him. "You were the man Dawn had to get permission from, weren't you?" she asked.
"Yes," he said. "Dawn is a nice, obedient girl, Marcia. She won't give you any trouble as a daughter."
"And I thought she was fucking some man," Marcia laughed. "I was worried, wanted to talk to you about it ... and all the time it was you. Ohh, Bret ... darling!" She flung her arms around him, pulling him down onto her naked tits.
"Dawn won't be any problem for you at all, Marcia," he said again. "She loves you very much. And you know how much she loves Robert. We can have a beautiful family, Marcia, a family filled with love and ... fucking!"
Marcia laughed, but it was a good, happy laugh. She hugged Bret tightly against her naked tits, seeing her son and Dawn--no, her son and daughter!--watching her with anxious eyes.
"Yes!" she shouted.
"Yes?" Bret asked, as if not understanding.
"You dummy!" she squealed. "Yes, I will marry you! We'll have the finest family around! A family of love and fucking and sucking and ..."
"Up the cunt!" Robert shouted.
"In the mouth!" Dawn giggled.
Bret looked down at her. "Just tell us when you're ready for the preacher man, darling."
Marcia laughed happily again. "Just as soon as you fuck me up my asshole and our son fucks our daughter up her tight little asshole, we'll go find us a preacher man, darling!"
"You've got a deal!" Bret shouted happily, flipping her over onto her stomach. "Come on, Son ... let's fuck these hot-assed cunts up their tight assholes! We've got things to do!"