Peter Jensen - The boyfriend_s Dad

"No, I don't mind. Mom may fry you on a griddle for keeping me out so late, but what the heck, you might as well face her now as later." She hopped out of the car while Eddie came around the other side, and hand in hand, they walked up to the porch.

"Strange," she said as they entered. "I see the lights are on, and there's an empty bottle. Oh gosh, she's been drinking again," she added disgustedly.

"She's not the only one," Eddie noted. "There's two glasses."

"Yeah, and some pictures. I wonder…" She started for them, but suddenly was stopped by Eddie's hand on her arm. "No, don't!" he said quickly. Christ, she sees those, and she'll blow the whole deal! He said hastily as an excuse, "… uh, thought I heard a noise."

"What? I didn't."

"Listen…"

She strained her ears, and they were both surprised when a soft, lowing moan came from the direction of the bedrooms. "Ohhhhh, yes! Yes!"

Stunned, Tamera staggered back against Eddie, and he put out his other hand to steady her. "That's… that's my mother!" she gasped.

"Sure sounds that way," Eddie said.

"She's hurt!"

Then: "Ahhhhhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ahhhhh!"

"I'd say your mother was in no pain to speak of," Eddie said with a sly grin. "She don't need no doctor."

"But what's going on?"

"Well, why don't we sort of sneak up and have a peek?"

"But…" The girl pressed back, afraid.

"I mean, before you go running for an ambulance or anything, you'd better make sure what's what, don't you think?" He urged her forward, his cock beginning to pulse anew with the expected orgy he was thinking was just ahead.

Tamera took a fevered breath and held onto the boy all the tighter as they made their way to the bedroom door. Her whole body tensed as she slowly turned the brass knob and felt the door give way. The strange sounds of breathing and grunting continued unabated, and she peered in. And then the young teenager sucked in her breath in shock!

It was her mother! She was lying on the bed, naked! And she had her legs spread wide and… and oh Lord! Mr. McDonald was fucking her! The foot of the swaying bed was pointed directly at the door, affording her a perfect view of the thick, hard cock thrusting cruelly into her mother, while her mother's legs were splayed out wide and kicking high in the air. She could see the muscles on her thighs straining, and the man's hands cupping her naked white buttocks with savage strength, squeezing the full rounded moons mercilessly, forcing her mother's pink, hair-lined vagina to grasp tightly around his lubriciously glistening cock.

"Eddie! Oh my God! They're in there! My mother… and your father!"

"Hot damn if they aren't," Eddie said gleefully.

A scream welled up in Tamera's throat, but she choked it down, along with the impulse to rush in and claw and bite the two of them apart. She was frozen to the spot, watching with mesmerized revulsion at the ravishment of her mother's more than willing body.

"They're – They're acting like animals!" she groaned.

"Yeah, come to think of it, they do look familiar to me. Reminds me of us, don't it?"

"Eddie!"

Her mother placed her hands on Mort McDonald's hollowing buttocks, her fingers spreading and whitening from the pressure of pulling him gluttonously to her, while below, her cunt flowered open in welcome acceptance. Piteous pleas for more continued to roll from her lips, and Tamera held her breath as she watched and heard, seeing both of them panting and struggling wildly and rivuleting sweat down their rippling skin.

Tamera couldn't believe it! Her mother! Her prim and proper and stuffy mother, reveling in the lewd coupling with a man! It didn't seem possible, and yet she had to admit that that was what she was witnessing. Her mother was capable of sexual expression far beyond the teenager's wildest imagination – capable, as Tamera was, of wholehearted abandonment to the raptures of a male cock filling her! Tamera didn't know what to think, the shock was so great. But she knew she didn't feel anger or hatred, not even revulsion or contempt, but oddly, a new kind of closeness, for her mother was being fucked by the father of the boy who had just finished fucking her, and this brought forth an empathy and understanding and love that wouldn't have been possible two days ago.

"What… what'll we do, Eddie?"

"What do you think we're going to do? Leave? Hell no, we're going to…"

His words were cut off by a long, low wail coming from Tamera's mother. At the same time, Eddie's father groaned above her and thrust as hard as he could inside her belly, and Tamera saw his testicles throb and dance beneath his hard driving cock with the release of his milky white sperm. The youngster watched the creamy fluid cascade around her mother's cuntal lips and run down her inner thighs to the sheets below, as his semen filled her womb to the overflowing. Her mother was beating a tattoo of orgasm with her heels against the man's bare buttocks, squeezing her pussy muscles hungrily around his penis in spasming delight. Then drained and exhausted, the two of them cradled each other in their arms, still oblivious to the fact that they were being watched.

"Holy hell, Carla, that's what – the fourth or fifth?" McDonald asked.

"I… I don't know," Tamera heard her mother gasp. "I lost count and all interest in keeping track. I just want your cock in me, and nothing else."

"Nothing else?" Eddie suddenly said in a loud voice. "How about a different cock, at least? How about mine?"

Tamera couldn't believe what she was hearing from her own boyfriend, Eddie! Horrified, she looked first at him, then at her mother. Her mother jerked upright, her own mouth wide and her eyes like those of an owl's as she stared at the two teenagers in the doorway. Her legs were in such a way that her thinly matted pubic triangle glistened wickedly in the light, McDonald's cum a pearlescent contrast to her smoothly glistening skin and blonde silk curls. More semen trickled slowly from her flooded vaginal lips as she spread them open with her legs.

"Wha…!" she started to say, and then her eyes locked in helpless disbelief on her daughter. "Oh my God! Tamera!"

"Mother!"

Carla's mind shattered as she recognized her daughter standing in the doorway with the son of the man's whose penis had just exploded up inside her. She tried to speak, but her jaw moved up and down soundlessly as she locked her tearstained eyes on her daughter's shocked features, and she staggered to her knees on the bed in mute supplication, more tears of abasement streaming down her face, her skin blanched the color of death itself.

"Ohhhh God," she mewled helplessly. "Ohhhh, I wish I was dead!"

Tamera gazed at her mother, seeing with pitying eyes her breasts which she had once suckled for milk, at the taut belly which had once held her, at the blonde triangle of pubic hair which had once painfully split wide to give her life. She couldn't hate her own mother; no matter what she was doing, she couldn't hate her flesh and blood. "Mother…" She started forward, tears in her eyes as well, her arms opening in a show of affection and strength. "Mother…" she cried.

"Darling, please, stay away from me. I'm… no good. I'm not fit to be your mother. Don't call me that. Call me a whore."

"No," the young girl moaned. A strange, hot tingling was being stirred in her loins. "No, don't say that, because that makes me one, too." She stared at the naked, rosy-hued skin and the scarlet-tipped nipples, the alabaster breasts still heaving and swaying, and at the pubic mound with their much used vaginal lips and semen-covered cuntal hole, and then she looked down at herself. She was clothed – but it was as if she saw through her clothes and at the way she'd looked only a short while before at Jason's house. She saw both her mother and herself naked – and saw naked truth as well. "No, if you're a whore, then so am I…"