Heather Brown - Wild housewife

The doctor still hadn't returned when they were through screwing, so Susan dressed after she was untied and they got acquainted. After the way they had made love, only the knowledge of each other's names kept them from seeming like old friends.

"Ernie," he introduced himself.

"That's a coincidence, my dad's name was Ernie," Susan said.

"Was?"

"Yes, he and my mother split up a few years ago," Susan said, filling him in on some of her personal history. "I haven't seen him since-Anyway, my name is Susan."

"Man, you think you've got a coincidence," the trucker said. "My daughter's name is Susan, too. Looks like we were just meant for each other, little girl. Where do you live?"

"With my mother."

"What's she like? I'd like to meet her-if you know what I mean."

"I'm sure you would," Susan chuckled. "She's a knockout."

"Then let's go!" Ernie whooped. "The sawbones can have the afternoon off."

They came bustling into the house with orgy on their minds. I was just coming out of the bath, stark naked, and innocently called, "Susan, is that you? Did the doctor say you were all right?"

My unexpected reply was a brace of giggles, one set feminine and the other jarringly masculine. Immediately I instinctively smelled trouble.

I couldn't decide whether to flee to hide my nudity or confront them with a towel around me. Finally a combination of fear and modesty got the best of me, so I retreated to a bedroom down the hall. There, with the door open a crack, I had a clear view of what was going on in the living room.

Susan and her bandaged guest were embracing. "I guess Mom's not feeling well," she said to him. "I suppose I'll have to take care of you myself to make up for bringing you all the way over here from your nice, cozy hospital bed. That is, if you don't mind seconds."

Without hesitation she dropped to her knees and unzipped the fly on the pants he'd thrown on before leaving the hospital. Yanking his stiff cock out into the open, she threw her lips over the knotty head and began noisily sucking it.

The man's face was covered with bandages, so of course I couldn't see what he looked like. And his voice was distorted from the blow he'd-taken in the larnyx so it was not recognizable, either. All I could tell about him was that he was tall, seemed about my age, and was hung in a way which immediately caught my eye, even though I had seen lots of bigger dicks.

What was there about him that filled me with dread? Sure, I was jealous that a man was making it with Susan, but this wasn't sufficient to account for the paranoid uneasiness which I felt.

"Gobble it all the way down, baby," he greedily ordered "I want to feel your lips kissing my balls."

Susan sucked him all the way down to the hilt and made him groan with appreciation. He was pleased that she had so willingly obeyed his command, but even more aroused when she took a page from her own book.

She slid his stiff prick out of her mouth until only the tip remained enclosed. As she tickled the underside of his flange with her tongue, his dick stood straight out and I had a perfect view of it.

His exposed cock immediately flipped a switch in my brain. I didn't want to believe it, but I had to.

That cock. I was certain I recognized it. Incredibly, I thought I knew who this man was!

"Ernie!" I gasped. Of course if it really was Ernie, Susan couldn't have possibly realized his true identity when they met at the hospital. Not with those bandages covering his face, and his distorted voice.

In other words, right now Susan was sucking her own father's cock and didn't know who he was.

No, no, I tried to get ahold of myself. It can't be Ernie. It's just a coincidence. It has to be. Cocks aren't like fingerprints-there can be two that are the same.

A coincidence? Then how could I explain away what happened next.

He was getting ready to come and pulled his tensed hard-on out of Susan's mouth. Then stroking it in mid-air, he jacked himself off the rest of the way to orgasm.

It was when he removed his hand, and his straining prick released its creamy load into Susan's eagerly awaiting face that I stopped kidding myself and smacked straight into the brick wall of reality. I'd have known that spurting cock anywhere.

Yes, it was her father coming hard in Susan's face. Spraying her girlish features with thick male gruel that trickled down her chin and dampened her blouse against her heaving breasts.

It was Susan telling her father that his cum was so sweet that she wanted more of it right away. "Oh, fuck me!" she cried, tearing her skirt from her body and opening her legs. "Fuck me in the ass this time!"

I had to stop it. Forgetting all about the fact I was nude, I marched into the living room for the biggest showdown of my life. "Leave your daughter alone, Ernie!"

I was expecting him to jump like he'd just stepped on a stingray. Instead he was as cool as a cucumber. "Long time, no see, Carol," he drawled.

"What's going on?" our confused daughter wanted to know.

I couldn't call myself her mother if I spared her the truth. "This man you've been having sex with is your father," I laid it on the line. "Still want him to fuck you in the ass, Susan?"

She looked at me incredulously, then shifted her astonished gaze to Ernie. Her face was such a blank that it was impossible to tell which way she would go.

"Daddy!" she finally settled it with a girlish squeal, her face splitting into a big grin. "Is Mom telling the truth-is it really you?"

Ernie played the ensuing silence to the hilt. Obviously he relished returning to the traditional masculine role of the familiar center of attention. The way Susan was reacting to him, I might as well have not even been there.

"I told you I have a little girl named Susan," Ernie finally removed all doubt of his identity.

"Oh, Daddy!" Susan gushed excitedly. "Just think, you came in me twice before I even knew who you were. I could feel special vibes from you, though, right from the first-"

"The first time you ever saw my cock," he leeringly interrupted her, still as conceited as ever.

"Right on!" Susan whooped. "I've never told a soul, but in my dreams I've always fantasized about my father's cock. But I never guessed my dreams would come true."

At this point I was ready to give up sadly I realized there was nothing I could do to stop them. What was happening made me ill, but there was nothing I could realistically do about it.

Susan was a young woman now, old beyond her years. Carrying a child. Sexually responsive in every way. It was time for her to make up her own mind about which parent she preferred to go to bed with.

Like a bitch in heat, my daughter was down on all fours now, opening her ass to her father's twitching boner. The scarlet blotch of her beautiful young anus stuck out like a fresh strawberry. It was a sight no normal, red-blooded American male could resist.

I would have walked away right then and there, but there was something I had to know before I left my husband and daughter to their own devices. A question that had to be answered, or it would torment me forever.

"Ernie," I wearily reasserted my presence, "just one thing before you go ahead with Susan."

"Yeah, sure, Carol. What is it?" he responded.

"What are you doing in Serendipity? Did you come here by chance, or were you looking for us?"

"I've been looking for the both of you ever since I got back from Alaska and found out Susan had left the boarding school and you'd sold the house," he said. "I hired a private detective, and he finally tracked you down here. The first opportunity I had, I took a trucking job that would get me to this neck of the woods."

"And your accident?"

"I'd been living on Benzedrine to keep ahead of schedule so I could make a swing over before I delivered my cargo. It got the best of me and I lost control of my rig just outside of town. But I'll tell you-if I'd known in advance how I was going to run into my little girl in the hospital, I'd have done it on purpose. When I saw the way Susan reacted to my cock, I thanked God that I crashed."