Susan Carter - Father knows best

"Did you hear that?" Renee asked, as she and Larry Hunter once again approached Renee's mother's home. "It sounds as if someone in there is being murdered."

"You stay back," Hunter told her. "I'll go take a quick look."

"The hell with that," Renee snapped. "You're not leaving me behind."

The two of them rushed up the walk to Harriet Pembroke's front door. Renee already had a key in her hand, and she quickly unlocked the door. The two of them burst in. Seeing Harriet standing at the far end of one hallway, they rushed toward her.

"Idrine!" Renee screamed, seeing what her daughter was doing with Brian Wolfe.

Larry Hunter was standing beside Renee, staring at his Idrine's naked body. Though he felt a certain amount of lust shooting through him, he also felt some fatherly anger that his daughter was being handled this way. He ran into the room, yanked Brian off the girl, and slammed him against the wall.

"Stop that!" Harriet Pembroke yelled. "This is my house and I won't have any of this going on."

"No, you just have a lot of fucking and sucking going on all the time," Larry Hunter snapped, dropping Brian.

"Well you ought to know, since you do a lot of it," Harriet angrily said to him.

"Yeah, but with you, not with my own kid."

There it was. Hunter had inadvertently blurted it out for everyone to know, including Brian Wolfe. The most stunned of all was Idrine.

"Do you mean to say you're my father?" she asked.

"Yes," Renee broke in, because Hunter was too embarrassed to reply. "He's your father. And that park out there is your breeding ground, where you were spawned one summer's evening."

"You're kidding," Brian said, looking at Renee.

"Oh no, I'm very serious," Renee told the boy. "Right where that shooting gallery is now, there used to be a clump of bushes and trees with a space inside them. And that's where Mr. Hunter, here, grabbed me and started the making of Idrine."

"Well I've offered to marry you a thousand times," Larry said.

"Why, so you can go on doing to me what you did that night? That's the only reason why you want to marry me. Then you'll be doing things with your wife and your mother-in-law."

"That sounds like it'd be a lot of fun," Harriet broke in. "Unfortunately for you, dear daughter, you're a terrible prude."

"Mother, how could you even think of doing such a thing."

"Why not?" Idrine broke in. "I expect I could become part of it, too."

She smirked at Larry Hunter when she said that, and saw the man blush. Renee, who had no idea why her daughter had come out with such a remark, said, "Go put some clothes on. We're leaving here before you become further corrupted."

"Are you insinuating that I'm corrupting Idrine?" Harriet asked.

"You and your customers," Renee snapped, pointing at Brian and Larry.

"You know," Harriet said to her daughter, "the trouble with you is, you're too much of a puritan. Because of it, you've ruined your entire life, and now you're trying to ruin Idrine's life."

"Mother!" Renee gasped. "Are you suggesting I allow Idrine to put out for her father?"

"Why the Devil not!" Harriet snapped. "If both Larry and Idrine enjoy it, who are you to stand in their way? And Larry, if Idrine enjoys doing things with Brian Wolfe, how dare you come in and break it up?"

Hunter began reddening, and shrugging his shoulders. He didn't know what to say.

"Mother, you're being disgusting," Renee snapped.

"And you're too uptight," Harriet said to her daughter.

Going to her kitchen, Harriet poured some amber liquid from a bottle she had taken from a cabinet, into four glasses. She brought the glasses, on a tray, into the living room, and called to the two women and the two males to come in. Idrine had put on the negligee Brian had discarded.

According to her appointment book, Harriet Pembroke didn't have a six o'clock appointment, but it would be more than made up for a later one, when she had an eight o'clock date with two brothers, both of whom wanted to use her at the same time. So she had an extra hour in which to finally help straighten out Renee. It was time for her straitlaced daughter to come down to earth and realize fucking was not a bad thing because some impotent man, many years ago, put down certain rules and regulations and called it a holy book. Harriet was a totally non-religious woman, and as a result lived by no one's church rules and regulations. She had brought her daughter up to be open-minded, but Renee had been corrupted by some of her school girl friends, early in life. Had it not been for her being seduced by Larry Hunter, it was possible Renee would have grown up without her anti-sexual hangups.

There was a touch of aphrodisiacs in the drinks she had given the four people. For once, she was going to be an observer. This was one time she should not take part, but her daughter would, instead. So would her granddaughter, and if Idrine wanted to screw for her father, then let her. Harriet could see the young girl was entranced by the thought.

Having discovered Hunter was her father, Idrine found him more exciting than ever. She wanted him to deflower her, as he had deflowered her mother. She would show him she was not an ungrateful female. She would show her appreciation.

Harriet had the four people sit on her living room couch. Renee claimed she didn't want to sit near Larry Hunter, so Idrine sat beside her father at one end, while Brian, still wearing a pair of undershorts, sat with Renee at the other end of the long sofa. Harriet had given each of them their drinks, and they had silently sipped, not being able to think of anything to say. For ten long minutes nobody said much of anything while everyone continued sipping their drinks.

Harriet knew it would take almost no time for the Spanish Fly to take effect. She watched, noting how everyone's breathing began quickening after awhile.

Renee tried to slow her breathing down, but couldn't. For some reason she felt terribly excited, and she felt the need for a man, but she'd be damned if she would give Larry Hunter the satisfaction of having her again.

Abruptly, Renee felt her body twitch, and looking down, she saw Brian Wolfe's hand on her skirted thigh. The boy actually had the nerve to try moving his fingers between her legs. She instantly clamped her thighs together.

Brian, not knowing why he felt as he did, had a tremendous urge to fuck again, and he decided he would try and make it a clean sweep by scoring with Renee, especially since she was closer to him. Under normal circumstances such an idea would have never occurred to him, but the aphrodisiac, burning through him, cut off any rational thoughts.

Renee would have slapped the boy's face, but the need for a cock was overpowering. When the boy cupped her breast with his hand, she made no move to stop him, feeling the tiny, budlike nipple stiffen under the thin material of her bra. She knew she should stop Brian. The situation had already gotten out of hand, and if she let it go much further, she would let him strip her and fuck her in front of her own mother and daughter. If only that delicious tingling would stop shuddering through her system.

Renee found she had trouble breathing. The drink had turned her body into a bundle of raw nerve-endings her mind was unable to control. She found it incredible to believe the different feelings shooting through her. She'd had them before, but never this intensely. She knew she would have to do something quickly, or she would go insane.

Brian was already rubbing his almost-naked body against hers. He was so close to her she could hardly move. His fingers were undoing her shiny, striped blouse, and then they were dipping into her revealed brassiere, cupping a naked breast. Thousands of tiny, wonderful pinpricks raced deliciously through her, starting at the tip of her shuddering nipple as he rolled it maddeningly between his thumb and forefinger. The heat of his breath rushed wildly against her ear as his face pressed against hers.