Unknown - My horny home

Alice home a couple years ago and announced he'd married her, Bob had had a deep, inner feeling that someday he'd like to get into her panties. Now he was. The thought drove him ape. His prick had never been this hard before.

The few girls he had screwed were nothing compared to this lush woman under him. This experienced, beautiful hunk of woman, with her enormous tits, and a cunt that was out of this world.

"I love fucking!" he squealed. "You've got the nicest cunt, Mother!"

"And you have such a big cock, Son!"

"Is it as big as Dad's?"

"Just about, I guess…" The words trailed from her 11ps. Her eyes bugged wide. Her mouth gaped.

Bob, on top, and unaware of the interruption, kept trying to pound cock into his suddenly unmoving target. He frowned. "C'mon, Alice, keep moving I'm almost ready to come…" Seeing her eyes staring past him, he ceased operations and peered around. He, too, suddenly became immobile and his eyes filled with shock and surprise.

Jim, a taut smile on his face, peered down at the fucking pair. He shook his head and clucked his tongue. He uttered not a word. His eyes were filled with sorrow and despair.

Bob, with the resiliency of youth, was the first to recover from his shock. He uncoupled from the wonderful cunt he'd been pouring cock into. He leaped from the bed as though he'd been jabbed in the ass with a needle. His face crimson, he gulped.

"Dad!"

Alice was next to regain some of her composure. Having lost the cock in her cunt, she quickly snapped her legs together and tried covering her nakedness with the bedspread.

"Jim! What're you doing home? So early?"

Jim, enjoying their discomfort, and now in complete control of his emotions, stared. Karen's reminder to him that he'd been caught in the act a few weeks ago had sobered his angered thoughts. It had given him time to think, and a chance to review the situation.

He assumed a posture of deep anger and shock. He clenched and unclenched his fists. He continued to stare sorrowfully at the guilty pair.

"My own son! My own wife!" He got as much despair and anguisl5i into his voice as he could muster.

"Gee, Dad," Bob said, backing toward the door. This was the part of Karen's plan he'd dreaded facing up to. He kept a wary eye on Jim's clenched fists. He hastily groped around in his mind for the explanation he'd planned on using at this vital moment.

"I… I… er… it isn't exactly what it seems to be." He tried forcing a wan smile.

"Isn't it?" Jim removed his glaring glance from Alice and bestowed it on Bob. "My own son!" he croaked.

"But Dad-"

Jim halted the boy's words. "Go to your room. Now!" He pointed.

"Yes, sir!" Bob, glad to be relieved of the responsibility of coming up with an explanation, hastily picked up his discarded clothes and ducked from the room. He closed the door behind him with a sigh of relief.

Jim turned his anguished glance back to his en-ant wife. He shook his head, still pretending shock and dismay. "My own son! My own wife!"

Alice gathered the bedspread about her, as if shutting off the view of her nakedness would shut out the terrible thing she'd done.

"Please, Jim, let me explain." Her voice sounded cracked. She tried desperately to act calm. "It's not exactly what it seems to be. You see, Bob came in to see me. To talk to me. He had a problem."

Jim nodded glumly. "And you took care of his problem. His big cock!"

She flushed. "That wasn't exactly his problem! You see, there's this girl he's got a date with Saturday night. He came to me to ask how he should act with her. He said she's a fast worker. He never had experience with a girl before-sexually, I mean!" She flushed, realizing her explanation sounded phony.

"Baloney!"

Jim, who knew his son better than her, realized how phony the story was. Bob an innocent? Hell! The kid probably did more fucking in a week than he did. He was sixteen. He had his own car. He had a flock of girls on the string. He was a good-looking lad. He shook his head.

"Don't try to sell me on that! I know my son. How long has this been going on? You and him fucking?"

Suspicious thoughts entered his mind. Every Wednesday night he was away from the house for a few hours.. Could this have been a weekly happening? Alice and Bob? Could he have been mistaken about the girl he'd married? Could the difference in their ages be too much? At age twenty-two, she was much nearer Bob's age. Could it be that they had been doing this every Wednesday night?

Glaring down, he repeated, "How long has this been going on?"

Alice sobbed. "This was the first time, believe me!" she whimpered.

He stepped to the bar and poured himself a stiff drink. He downed it, then another, and another. He needed them. His thoughts raced. Stepping back to the bed, he shook his head, "I don't believe you!" he said flatly. "I guess this is the end, Alice."

"What d'ya mean?"

"We can't stay together. Not after this." He jerked a thumb toward the closet. "Get your suitcases out and pack 'em. You're leaving. I don't want you around. Not any more. My own son! My own wife!"

She made no move to leave the bed. "I don't want to go, dear. I want to stay. Please, let's talk."

He downed his drink and refilled his glass. "Nothing to talk about. You don't think I could stay married to you, after what I just witnessed?" His voice contained a measure of deep sorrow and regret. He had enjoyed his two years of marriage to this beautiful girl. He very much regretted it was over.

Alice hadn't wanted to bring the subject up, but now she had no other choice, "I felt the same way about you a few weeks ago!" she snapped.

He frowned. "What's that mean?"

She hopped from the bed. Rushing over, she poured herself a drink. She gulped it down. Then, facing him, her face filled with anger, she snapped, "You know damned well what I mean! When I caught you in bed with Karen!"

He flushed. He'd been so self-righteous that he'd forgotten that incident. He sank onto the bed, staring glumly up at her, a wan smile on his face.

Alice flapped her arms about, carried away with her own pent-up rage.

"I guess that was all right! I left you then. You begged me to come back. I did. You told me to try and cope with the kids. I did. Bob came to me with a problem tonight. The first time. We got sort of carried away-" She broke off, realizing she was condemning herself.

She flung herself down on the bed, and cut loose with a series of sobs. "Oh, Jim! Jim! What's happening to us? You and Karen. Me and Bob. How did it happen?"

He eased over and placed a hand on her shaking hips. Gently he ran his warm hands up and down her heated body. A light was beginning to dawn. All that had happened couldn't have been sheer coincidence. It had been deliberately planned. A sharp, devious mind had been at work. Unless he was entirely wrong, he could guess the owner of the scheming mind.

"I think I know the answer to that."

He rolled her onto her back, eased up alongside her, eased up over her lush tits, and peered down into her tear-stained eyes. He gently wiped away the tears with his fingers, and smiled knowingly.

"Oh?" She smiled through her sobs.

"Karen!"

"'What'?"

"She's behind it all, unless I miss my guess."

Jim stroked Alice's brow and gently ran his fingers across her lips and tear-stained eyes.

"It was Karen who called me at the lodge a short time ago and told me to get home quick. Something was happening."

"But she was at Angie's!"

"That's what she said! But I think she lied. I think she arranged this whole thing. I think she conned Bob into doing what he did."

"But why?"

The logic of his reasoning seeped in. Alice for the first time realized that what Jim was saying was probably true. Karen had been acting so nice toward her lately. She had been so sweet. It had all been part of her scheme. Being a girl, she was well aware of how a girl's mind works.