Chapter 4
It was almost quitting time when his wife called again.
"I've been thinking about your cock all day," she said.
"What about it?" he asked.
"I want to blow you tonight," she said. "Will you let me?"
"Of course," he replied.
"You don't sound enthused," she snapped.
"I'm very tired right now," Peter replied.
"I hope that's all it is," she said. "That's all it is," he said. "Then I'll see you tonight," she said. "Yes," he said, "tonight." He felt a feeling of disgust sweep over him as he hung up the phone. If she only knew how close to the truth she had come this morning. In fact, she had hit right on the truth. What would she do if she ever found out? Would she simply leave him? Would she cause trouble for him?
She could certainly cause him a lot of trouble, and she might be spiteful enough to do it. He didn't put anything past her. She was a real bitch all the way through. There was no denying that. A bitch all the way through.
He lit another cigarette and inhaled deeply. What was he going to do now? Go home first, or just go to the hospital? He had an hour before visiting hours started. But then an hour wasn't very much. And he really couldn't afford to do anything during that hour. His wife would smell it on him, and then they would just have a scene.
He was much too tired to go through a scene with her. He better just go straight to the hospital, get a cup of coffee while he was waiting, and then go play the loving husband for three hours. It wouldn't be that taxing on him, and she did give good blow jobs.
Just as he was about to get up from his desk, the door to his office opened. At first he thought it was his secretary, but then he saw that it was Mary. She had on a form-fitting sweater and a pair of hot pants. She looked like the sexy cunt that she was, and Peter got a hard-on just looking at her.
"Hello, Father," she said. "I thought I'd come and see you."
"I'm on the way to the hospital to see your mother," he said. "Would you like to go with me?"
"Now, that's an idea," she said. "Why didn't I think of that?"
"Just what did you come over here for anyway?" Peter asked, sitting back down in his chair.
Mary made her way to his desk and sat down on the edge.
"I wanted to talk to you about a few things," she said, crossing her legs.
"Like what?" he asked, a lump forming in his throat as he thought about and saw her lovely thighs.
"You didn't even wake me this morning for one thing," Mary began, knowing full well the effect she was having on him. "I didn't wake up until almost noon. Then when Linda came home from school this afternoon she told me all about your little session in the shower."
"And?" he asked.
"And I don't like it," she said.
"Why not?" he asked.
"You know damn well why not," she snapped. "Listen here, as long as Mother is in the hospital, I am the woman of the house in every way. And I mean every way. That means you don't fuck anybody but me. If you ever fuck Linda again I'll go and tell Mother everything. Is that clear?"
Peter felt a sudden wave of fear.
"Do you think she'd believe you?" he asked.
"You know she'd believe me," Mary replied. "She's willing to believe the worst about you and you know it. She's always telling me how she just knows that you fuck everything you can get your cock into, and she uses just those words when she tells me."
"What else does she tell you?" Peter asked.
"She told me how you fucked her sister the night before the wedding, and how you fucked her after you were married as well," Mary went on.
"Anything else?" Peter asked, finding that he was becoming interested.
"She's convinced you're fucking your secretary," Mary continued, "and she even thinks you chase after teenage girls."
With that Mary broke out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Peter demanded.
"She was right and she didn't know it," Mary said, still laughing. "You do chase after teenage girls. And your own daughter at that."
"Wait just one minute," Peter said, getting to his feet. "Just who was in whose bed last night anyway? You were waiting for me like the little whore you are. To you a cock is a cock, and I'm sure your mother would like to know about all the cocks you've been letting into you lately. And I'm sure Linda would back me up on all this. Remember that. It's two against one."
"Is that so?" Mary stammered.
"That's so," Peter shot back at her, feeling now that he had the upper hand.
Mary got up off the corner of the desk, and walked over to where Peter was standing in front of his chair.
"We really shouldn't be yelling at one another," she said, pushing him back down into his chair.
"What should we be doing?" he asked, more quietly.
Mary fell down on her knees in front of him.
"Well, you should be letting me blow you for one thing," she replied. "That way I wouldn't be able to yell at you, and you wouldn't want to yell at me."
Peter just looked at Mary and smiled. Then he felt her long fingers undoing his belt, and then she was undoing his zipper. She reached in under his jockey shorts and pulled out his hard, throbbing cock.
"It still looks good to me," she said.
"Did you think that it wouldn't?" he asked.
"Not for a second," she replied.
It was right after she said that that he felt her tongue brushing against the head of his cock. He could feel it pressing against the small set of lips. He could feel her rubbing her tongue back and forth across them, and he could feel the chills that that sent all through his cock, and all through his body for that matter.
"Did Linda tell you how she sucked me off?" he asked, knowing full well he wouldn't get an answer. "Did she tell you how she didn't want to ever let go of my cock? How she wanted to keep it in her mouth forever?"
His words had the effect on Mary that he wanted them to have. It made her press her tongue into him all the harder. She was going to prove to him that she could give him a better blow than Linda.
"Linda told me how she saw Doris sucking me one time." Peter went on, "and from then on she vowed that she would give me a better blow job than her mother. And do you know something? She did. She gave me a much better blow job than Doris ever did. Much better. You'll have to go some to beat that."
Mary took the head of his cock right into her mouth then, and he could feel her tongue working all around it, and he felt her mouth working back and forth on his cock.
"Yes, Linda die some job on me," he went on, "she did some job. I thought she was going to make my cock bust wide open. I really did."
Mary took in s much of his cock as she could then. She-as trying to get his whole cock in her mouth . but his cock was much too big for her to do t .at.
"And you know what else?" Peter went on, knowing he was making Mary that much more frantic in her sucking, "she told me that she would never suck another cock as long as she lived. She told me mine was the only cock she would ever want, and that she meant to have it for her very own."
Mary was in a frenzy now.
"Oh, and by the way," Peter said, "your mother called early today. You know why she wants me to come by the, hospital tonight? Do you know why? She wants to blow me. She even told me that. She wants to suck on my meat just like you're doing now. Do you think I should let her do that? Do you?"
Mary bore down into him with all her might. She could feel his cock way back in her throat, and she thought she was going to gag on it. She thought that it was going to go right down her throat, and that she was going to swallow it whole. She could feel how it was throbbing in her mouth, and that just made her suck on it all the harder.
Peter could feel the waves that were going all through him just then, and he could feel how those waves were increasing by the second. He was feeling dizzier and dizzier, and he could feel his cock jerking in and out of her mouth. Then it felt like it was going to split right down the middle.
He held onto the arms of the chair real tight as he felt his cock exploding into her mouth. She didn't let up on him either. She just kept sucking away on him and drinking down his come juices just as fast as she could. He could hear the noises she made with her mouth and that just turned him on even more than he was.
Mary was as turned on as she could get. She was sucking just as hard as she could on his meaty shaft, and she could feel how his come was filling her mouth up. What a cock, she thought to herself. What a great, big beautiful cock. She grabbed his balls at the same time, and she felt them swell up in her hand.
"You're doing fine," he said, "you're doing just fine. Keep it up."
That's when he felt the come building up inside him again. He could feel it building up like it never had before. He could-feel his whole body trembling like it never had before. It was as if he was about to have the very first orgasm of his life. It was as if this was the very first time he had ever been sucked off like this in his whole life.
It was all happening for the first time. For the very first time. He felt himself wanting to get up off the chair. He felt himself wanting to stand. He could feel himself wanting to do a lot of things. He could feel himself wanting to fuck her. He could feel himself wanting to eat her out.
He pushed on the arms of the chair, and slowly but surely he rose to a standing position. He got his arms around Mary's neck and he pressed her to him. He could feel his cock going farther back in her throat and he could feel the effect that that was having on him.
That's when he began to ram his cock in and out of her mouth like he was fucking her. He had done the same thing to Linda, and remembering how it had felt then, he was now doing it again. He rammed his cock in and out of her mouth just as hard as he could, and that's when he felt the come gushing out of his cock like it was never going to stop.
He could feel the chills going through him, and at the same time he felt the hot flashes going through him. His whole body was on fire and he could feel himself getting weaker and weaker. He was about to fall back into his chair. He could feel his come pumping out of him, and he could hear her drinking it all down.
You little whore, he said to himself. You're nothing but a little whore. And that was just what he liked about her so much. The fact that she was such a little whore. He could feel his cock getting soft in her mouth just then, but she quickly made it hard again with her sucking.
That's when he looked over and saw what time it was. He was supposed to go and see Doris in the hospital. Should he bring Mary with him? If he didn't Doris would want to blow him, and then she would sense the fact that he had been blown already. What could he tell her then?
He had to bring Mary with him. He could feel himself building to still another orgasm. And just as he was about to tell her they had to go, he could feel the sweet pains of orgasm sweeping all through his body. He could feel himself about to break right in half, and as far as he was concerned, he did break right in half.
His body seemed to buckle, but he still managed to keep standing. Finally, when Mary had drained all the come out of him he pulled his cock out of her mouth and put it back in his pants, and zipped up his zipper.
"We have to go to the hospital," he said.
He could see his come all over her lips and oozing out the sides of her mouth.
"Yes," Mary said, "let's go see poor sick Mother."
"She'll be really mad when she sees you," Peter then said. '"Why's that?" Mary asked.
"Because she won't be able to blow me then," Peter said as he rubbed her ass with both his hands.
"I'll let her," Mary laughed.
"That's awfully nice of you," Peter laughed.
"I thought so," Mary said, still laughing.
They were both still laughing as they made their way out of the building.
"There's the car," Peter said, pointing in the direction where he had parked his car earlier that day.
They made their way to the car, and they both got into it. Mary sat right next to Peter, and Peter could feel himself getting a hard-on again.
"I really turn you on, don't I Father?" Mary asked.
"You certainly do, you little twat you," Peter said, grabbing her between the legs.
"Well, let me tell you something," Mary said, grabbing him between the legs, "you turn me on just as much as I turn you on. I've been coming in my pants ever since I laid eyes on you today."
"Is that a fact?" Peter asked.
And with that he got his hand down under her hot pants, and down under her panties. He pressed his fingers right into her soft, wet cunt lips and felt the sticky come that was still dripping out of her.
"Can you feel it?" she asked.
"I can feel it all right," he said.
He got his finger right inside her then, and he began to work it in and out.
"Shouldn't we get to the hospital?" she then said.
"I almost forgot about that," he said, as he started up the car.
"I thought you might have," she said. "That's just how you were acting."
He drove off down the street, and they didn't say another word the whole way. Finally Peter was pulling into the hospital parking lot. It was already five minutes after six. Doris would have a fit. But of course she wouldn't dare get mad in front of Mary.
Once they were in the hospital, Peter went into a men's room and washed the come off his finger, and he even scrubbed his cock. He went back into the hall and he and Mary went up to Doris' room. Doris had a private room, and the other night she had blown him, and he had even enjoyed it. But that had only been after they had argued for two hours.
Doris was not very pleased to see Mary, but she tried not to let it show. She accepted Mary's kiss on her cheek, and she kissed Mary on her cheek.
"How do you feel, Mother?" Mary asked.
"I feel just fine," Doris said. "The doctor says I should be out of here in about a week or two."
"That soon?" Mary asked.
Peter was watching the two of them, and he wanted to break out laughing. It seemed funny to him for some reason. If Doris only knew, he kept saying over and over to himself. If she only knew that her oldest daughter, my oldest daughter, our oldest daughter, was blowing me just a few minutes ago. If she knew that, it would drive her mad.
"Mary came over to the office right after you called," he said. "She said she wanted to come and see you. The other girls want to see you also."
"Yes," Doris said, "you'll have to bring them by."
While they were talking, Peter came up behind Mary, who was standing next to the bed. Doris was lying fiat on her back and she could only look straight ahead. She had hurt her neck in the car crash she had been in, and it was in a brace. In order to let her blow him, Peter had to get right up on the bed, and almost sit on her head.
Peter was standing right behind Mary, and he pressed his groin right against her ass. Mary could feel his cock right through her clothing and his clothing. She could feel how it was trying to bulge right through his pants, and right through her pants as well.
Just then Peter slipped his hand down the back of her hot pants and Mary could feel it rubbing her all over her ass. He was rubbing first this ass cheek and then another. He was rubbing them just as hard as he could. Mary was having a hard time talking to her mother.
Then Mary felt his finger rubbing up and down in the crack of her ass. He was applying a great deal of pressure now, and she could feel the shivers going all through her body. Then she felt his finger rimming her asshole, and that's when she felt his finger plunging right into his asshole.
She felt it going all the way in to her asshole, and she felt it going deeper and deeper inside her. She wanted to yell out but she couldn't. She could just talk to her mother in a higher tone of voice. Then she felt his finger slipping out of her asshole and she felt it moving down between her legs.
He was pressing his finger into the folds of her cunt now, and he was rubbing her cunt lips just as hard as he could. He was rubbing his finger back and forth on her clit now, and then he moved his finger right inside her cunt, and Mary could feel her sex juices stirring right up.
I bet she smells it, Mary thought, as she felt Peter's finger going up inside her. I just know she'll smell it. Has he lost his mind? She knew she wanted him to stop, and yet she knew she didn't want him to stop. She didn't know what she wanted really, and she was going mad because of it.
She could feel the shivers that were going all through her body just then, and she could feel how he was making her cunt quiver away. That's so good, she thought. That's so very good. I don't think I can take much more without yelling right out. She pressed her hands against the side of the bed just then as hard as she could because she could feel herself about to have an orgasm.
His finger was working in and out of her just as fast as it could, and pretty soon she could feel two fingers inside her cunt, and then she felt three fingers inside her cunt, and then four. He was putting his whole hand in her almost, and as far as she was concerned, he might as well.
She could feel the come streaming out of her, and she could feel how her legs were shaking and how she was beginning to feel weak in the knees. He didn't let up on her either. He had no intention of letting up on her. He kept on working his fingers into her harder and harder, and before she knew it she was having another orgasm.
She shook again and again, and she wondered what her mother must be thinking. Doesn't she even notice anything, Mary wondered. Doesn't she even suspect? Doesn't she smell my come? There's certainly enough of it. Right then Mary felt herself exploding a third time.
That's when she felt Peter pull his hand out of her cunt and out from under her panties and hot pants. He excused himself and went off.
"Is he gone?" Doris asked.
"Yes," Mary replied, feeling her legs about to give out from under her.
"I'm glad you came tonight," Doris went on, "but I wanted to see your father alone tonight. Will you make sure that I see him alone tomorrow?"
"I guess so," Mary replied.
"I'm getting horny in this bed," Doris went on, "and I want to blow him."
"Oh," was the only thing Mary could say.
"I'm glad I was always frank with you about sex," Doris then said.
"So am I," Mary said.
"Remember what I told you though," Doris then said. "Don't go letting just anyone get his cock in you. Make sure you find the right one first. And make him marry you first."
"I will, Mother," Mary said.
"You'll thank me later," Doris said.
"Yes, Mother," Mary repeated.
"Just see if you don't," Doris continued.
By then Peter had come back. Visiting hours were over in another hour and Peter bent over to kiss his wife goodbye.
"You dirty bastard," she whispered in his ear. "You did this on purpose. Don't you dare bring one of them with you tomorrow. Do you understand? Don't you bring anyone with you. I want to get at that cock of yours."
"Yes, Doris," he said, kissing her on the cheek.
He took Mary by the hand and led her out. They didn't say a word, and they didn't even look at each other until they were well out of the hospital. Then they broke out into hysterics. Mary fell into Peter's arms laughing at the top of her lungs. She had never laughed this hard in her life.
"You bastard," she laughed. "How could you do that?"
"Very easily," Peter laughed.
"I can still feel the come dripping out of me," she said.
"Let's hurry," he then said, "I want to drink some of that up."
"Don't worry," she said, "there's plenty more where that came from."
With that he grabbed her by the hand and dragged her towards the car.
"I certainly hope there is," he said.
They were both in the car now, and he was starting the engine. Mary was sitting right up next to him again, and he could feel her bare leg against him.
"Like that?" she asked.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"Then let's hurry," she said. "I want to give you everything. And I mean everything."
"I mean to take everything," he said.
"I thought as much," she said.
He drove out of the parking lot and headed for home.
"No," she said, "let's not go home."
"Where should we go?" he asked.
"To a motel," she said.
"A motel?" he asked. "Why a motel?"
"I want to feel as if I'm really your mistress," she said. "Being in a motel with you will make me feel like that."
"Okay," he replied, as he turned down another street and headed for the city limits.
As he drove along he could feel her kissing his neck and his face.
"That feels good," he moaned. "Keep doing that."
"I will," she moaned.
He felt her lips all over his cheeks, and all over his neck. Once she even kissed him on the mouth. Then she opened up his shirt and began kissing his chest. She was running her tongue all over the hair and wetting it down.
"You're a hairy beast," she laughed.
"Isn't that how you like me?" he asked.
"You better believe it," she replied. "That's just how I like you.
He felt her unbuttoning his whole shirt then, and he felt her tongue moving up and down his chest. She was getting her saliva all over him now. He liked the feeling that gave him and he liked the feelings that it sent all through his body. He was feeling hot and cold at the same time.
Just then he felt her hands undoing his belt just like she had at his office. She was pulling out his cock just like she had done at the office, and she was beginning to lick his cock just like she had done at the office. He could feel her tongue all over the head of his cock, and he could feel it moving up and down .the length of his cock.
"That's so good," he moaned. "The way you do that is so very good." He felt her taking his cock right into her mouth then, and that's when he felt her really sucking on him. Her mouth was moving back and forth on his cock and he could feel that he was about to explode already. He could feel her tongue pressing into him all over.
He could feel how his cock was throbbing in her mouth. He could feel how she was making it throb all the more.
"You cocksucking bitch," he moaned. "That's just what you are."
The feeling was unbearable in a strange way.
The words and the moaning that he made her suck on him all the harder. That's when he felt himself exploding in her mouth.
"Harder!" he yelled out at the top of his lungs.
He just screamed it right out, and she did just what he wanted.
"SUCK ME!" he yelled then, although he wasn't quite sure why he did except that he just had to say something, and those were the only words that came to his mind just then.
He just stretched out in his seat while she continued to suck on him. He could feel the come streaming out of his cock and he could feel her drinking it up.
You're as much of an animal as I am, he said to himself, and am I ever glad of that. He closed his eyes, feeling her mouth move all over his cock, and he thought about how he had fingered her at the hospital. That had been something. Wouldn't he just love to fuck her in front of Doris that way. And she wouldn't even know what was happening, he thought, feeling a smile come across his face.