Harry Stevens: The family_s wild ways

"Oh, baby, I've really had it this time," he hoarsely whispered in Mitzi's ear to explain his clutching desperation. "All I've got left to give you is… ahhhh… this!"

He whimpered as if in agony, while his cock exploded with a liquid bang of gushing ecstasy. Even hotter than it had been in her mouth and cunt, Vic's final load of jizz on this night of nights flooded the depths of his daughter's fucked ass.

"Mmmmmm, getting your cum up the butt is the best yet!" Mitzi orgasmically gusted, having climaxed at the same time as her father. "Nothing can top this. So I'll let you crash, Daddy. You deserve a rest after all this fucking and so do I."

Father and daughter wound up snuggling in each other's arms on the rumpled, cum splattered bed, as if they were in a world of their own where nothing mattered but themselves. However, it wasn't that simple. For when Vic and Mitzi lost track of reality's nuts and bolts, they were carelessly setting the stage far something a lot bigger than both of them…

Gwen Morgan slipped into the house. Having sat through the same bad movie once and a half, she'd certainly been gone long enough for her husband to effectively deal with their daughter. Whatever Vic had been able to get out of Mitzi, Gwen was now sure, she could take it in her stride – especially after the talk she'd had with herself on the way back home…

"What if Mitzi isn't still a virgin?" Gwen had asked herself while she drove back from the theater. "After all, I'm a fine one to hold losing her cherry at that age against anybody. Last thing I was when I was in high school was pure as the driven snow, so I can't blame my own daughter if she's not either. It's basically normal."

Of course, Gwen had then reminded herself, her own experience with teenage sex hadn't been nearly so typical as she assumed her daughter's to be. For which she was thankful, having no confidence in her ability to deal with such a thing from a mother's standpoint a generation later.

Unlike what Gwen imagined was the case with Mitzi, the ordinary run of boys had not been her own vice while she was growing up. She'd lost her cherry to someone special. Too special. So special that she'd never gotten over him. Thank God, that it still remained a secret after all these years. And also, Gwen believed, that nothing like it could probably ever happen in the same family again.

"With Mitzi, it's got to be what most girls go through when they discover boys and sex. She'll have to learn not to give herself away too cheaply," Gwen had summed up things the way she saw them. "Pretty simple, actually. Was a lot more complicated for me, where none of the usual rules meant anything."

So, nearing home, Gwen had sorted out what she'd determined were the crucial similarities and differences between her daughter's teenaged sex life and her own. Whatever Vic had found out, Gwen confidently anticipated, there shouldn't be any problem giving Mitzi the guidance she needed through the rest of her essentially normal youth…

And now Gwen was there, heading for their bedroom where she expected to find Vic. Even prior to talking to him, she felt in command of the situation. Whether or not Mitzi remained a virgin, Gwen anticipated nothing that intelligent parents couldn't handle.

"Vic?" she called, poking her head through the door.

There wasn't any answer, though.

"Now where do you suppose that man is?" She wandered down the hall, reaching their daughter's room. The door was slightly ajar, showing a crack of light from inside.

"Well, Mitzi's here, so Vic must've talked to her," Gwen reasoned. "If she's awake, I'll just talk to her a little bit myself. At least she can tell me where her father is."

Gwen looked through the crack. From where she was, she could only see part of the bed, on which a bare female leg was extended.

"She must be asleep. Guess I'll have to wait until her father gets back from wherever he is."

But then, starting to leave, at the last second Gwen glimpsed something that stopped her short and took her breath away. It was another bare leg. But this one, flopping over Mitzi's, was too muscular and hairy to be anything but male.

"Good Lord, she's got some boy in bed with her in there!" Gwen panted in shock, losing the cool she'd tried so hard to maintain. "And where is her father? How could Vic let something like this happen right under our own roof?"

There was no way the temptation of getting a better look could be avoided. Gwen nudged the door open a bit farther. Now she could see most of the pair of naked bodies on the bed, male and female, as they apparently dozed. The only thing remaining was to get a look at the face of the boy with whom Mitzi had committed this outrage.

Gwen took a deep breath to brace herself, then pushed the door all the way aside. And was instantly breathless again. For nothing could have prepared her for this. Now she knew exactly where her husband was – naked in bed with their daughter!

Gwen staggered away from the incredible scene without fainting on the spot. She made it down the hall, into her own room, collapsing on the bed. The last thing she remembered before she did indeed black out was the anguished sound of her own voice.

"H-he fucked her! The man I married f-fucked our own daughter!"

"Oh, my God!" Mitzi blurted, bolting up on the bed. "Daddy, look! Look what time it is!"

Vic Morgan was shaken to his senses by his daughter.

"Mom must've gotten home by now," Mitzi gasped in a hush. "What if she saw us?"

"Then we're as good as dead," Vic chillingly predicted.

"Well, we'd better find out."

Mitzi led the way, as she and her father cautiously went into the hall. The soft sound of snoring led them to the main bedroom. And there was the object of their concern, face down on the bed, sound asleep with her clothes still on.

"Gee, Daddy, Mom looks like she's drunk," Mitzi whispered, praying she was right.

"Either that or she saw something that was too much for her to stand," Vic darkly countered. "And I don't have to tell you what."

"How'll we find out?"

"That's the last thing I want to do," Vic said, pulling away from her.

"Where're you going, Daddy?"

"Anywhere but here!" Vic Morgan desperately answered. "This place has just turned into hell waiting to break loose."

"But what about me?" Mitzi wailed in abandonment.

"If your mother knows about us, I'm the one who'll go to jail. You're just the poor, innocent victim. Won't blame you if you play it for all it's worth to save your own skin. I won't be here, though, when it happens."

"And what if it's just a false alarm?" Mitzi asked.

"Leave that to you," Vic said. "One way or the other, I'll find a way to get in touch. But, right now, as soon as I can get dressed and pack my bag, I'm long gone!"

The next day Mitzi decided to force the issue.

She was alone in the house with her mother. When the latter had yet to make an appearance, Mitzi decided to take a look.

Her mother had just stirred from her rumpled sprawl on the bed. Then, blinking the sleep from her eyes, she was talking to herself.

"I must've dreamed it," she drowsily muttered. "Had to be some kinda crazy nightmare that Mitzi went even farther than I did when I was her age. And even if it's true, what in the world would I say to her? Best to just keep telling myself it was all my imagination running wild. Maybe if I take a shower it'll be like washing it all away."

Gwen Morgan got out of bed and began to strip, without realizing her daughter was watching. And Mitzi was watching very closely at this point, not used to seeing her mother naked.

"Gosh," Mitzi whispered when there was a pile of clothes on the bedroom floor. "I forgot how sexy Mom is. She really has a nice ass and even nicer tits. Her pussy is so hairy, too. Hope I'm still that sexy when I'm her age."