James Barton: The family gets it on

Ferber obliged and climbed onto the couch with his willing patient, and as he buried his face between her legs and tasted the sweet wetness of her dripping cunt, he felt his prick sucked into her voracious mouth and he groaned loudly.

The following week and every week thereafter, Suzy began the session with a simple, "Will you hypnotize me today, Dr. Ferber?" and smiled coyly as she added, "It always makes me feel so good… so satisfied." And he did. He also gave her birth control pills – their secret – and a mild sedative to help her sleep when she felt she needed it.

Suzy finger-fucked herself as she imagined herself on the couch in her doctor's office as her analysis went into its third productive year. And in the shower, Tom gripped his soapy, spurting prick as he imagined his stepdaughter's hot, sucking mouth again.

As he emerged from the bathroom dressed in sandals, trunks and a short beach robe, Tom bent over his sleeping wife and kissed her on the cheek. He cupped her ample tit through the sheet and asked softly, "Linda, baby… would you like some breakfast?"

Linda felt his hand on her tit and pushed it off as his words crawled into her ear and lay there like some unwanted houseguest. "Go… way…" she mumbled, and pulled the sheet tightly to her chin. "Lemme sleep… gotta headache…"

Tom straightened and looked down at his wife; the vacation was her time to rest as well as his – and he wouldn't deny her that, he told himself, and decided on breakfast alone. "Sleep, sweetheart," he told her, "I'll grab a bite, then I'm going for a long walk on the beach."

Just go someplace, she thought, and lemme alone!

Tom passed Pepe in the hallway and he smiled as he saw the tiny dog licking furiously at his rubber bone just outside Suzy's bedroom. Must have been something they put in the rubber, he thought as he entered the kitchen and plugged in the coffee pot as the sound of the shower running came to him through the thin walls of the summer cottage.

Tom whistled brightly as he prepared frozen orange juice and dropped four pieces of rye bread into the toaster. As the sound of the shower stopped, a rush of adrenaline went through his body as he visualized Suzy toweling her lovely body – and he was struck with the realization that he was going to have to face her in just a few minutes.

He fought his own emotions for control as he heard her moving about the bedroom, opening drawers and rummaging through the closet, and he hoped that in her deep sleep the night before, he had not caused her any discomfort from the ass-fucking… and he chilled again as he pictured the twin mounds, white in the moonlight, accepting his stiff cock into her asshole.

"Thank God she didn't wake up!" he said lightly to himself as he heard her bedroom door open, then close. He picked up a piece of toast and spread butter on it as Suzy bounded into the kitchen, fresh and bright in the morning sunlight that streamed through the windows.

"Morning, Tom… sleep well?" she asked as she brushed his cheek with her lips and slid onto the chair next to him.

Tom felt his face burning and he cleared his throat, fighting for control as he looked at her innocent face. She had her hair braided in two short pigtails and she looked refreshingly naive in the light of day.

"Oh, yes… quite well. And yourself?" he replied as she poured herself a glass of juice and plucked the buttered toast from his fingers.

"Me? Groovy!" she said, and munched the toast as he buttered a second piece. "I had a funny dream, though…" she said, and wrinkled her brow between bites.

Again, Tom flushed deeply and he dropped the toast. Suzy picked it up and said, "Thanks…" and began munching on it as she looked toward him and asked, "You ever have funny dreams, Tom?"

He looked at her for a long moment, then replied, "Ah… I don't know… depends on what you'd call funny…" and he was immediately sorry for the latter part of the remark.

Suzy's eyes twinkled as she said in a low tone and leaned toward him, "Well, let me tell you about this one… it'll curl your hair!"

Tom felt an extreme urge to leave and he stood up quickly, nearly knocking over his chair in the process. "Ah… another time, sweetheart… I'm ah… I'm late for my walk," he said lamely, and started for the door.

"Okay," she said lightly, and sipped her juice, "I'll just have to tell Mom when she wakes up… then she'll want me to tell that dumb old psychiatrist, Doctor Ferber…"

Tom froze, his hand on the doorknob as his stomach knotted with sudden panic. He turned slowly and told her, "Ah… well, maybe you should tell me, darling… you know how easily your mother gets upset."

Suzy wiped her mouth on the corner of the table cloth and stood. She walked slowly to where Tom stood and took hold of the lapels of his beach robe and ran her fingers up and down the edge of the garment.

"Well…" she said lowly with a gleam in her eye, "in this dream – I've had a couple before – you came into my room."

Tom felt his knees go weak.

"… but last night's dream was different from the others I've had about you."

"Dif-different?" he asked in a tight voice as he clutched the edge of the counter for support.

"Uh-huh. The beginning of the dream was the same as the others. You came into my room and put something in my hand…"

Tom recalled her squeezing his prick in her sleep and he swallowed thickly as she traced a pattern on his bare chest with her finger.

"Then… I felt you touch me here," she said, and slipped her hand inside his beach robe and tweaked his nipple.

"Oh…" he said lowly, and felt his face flame.

"That was like the other times, but last night, wow!" she exclaimed, and ran her hand flatly over his stomach and smiled as she saw the apprehension on his face. "Last night – in this dream – you did more…"

"More?" he asked, and his voice cracked.

"Well… I hope you don't think I'm oversexed or anything, but you laid down beside me and you licked me here…" she said lowly, and moved her hand to his crotch.

Tom almost fainted as her small hand closed over his cock and squeezed it gently through the thin material of his trunks.

"And I sucked you off… and then…" She smiled up at him impishly and said just above a whisper, "Then you fucked me in the ass!"

Tom's heart all but stopped as he heard the obscene words come from her pretty mouth.

"That was some dream, huh?" she questioned, giving his prick a squeeze and letting her hand drop.

"Some… some dream," he repeated dryly.

"Think I ought to tell Mom or Doctor Ferber?" she asked innocently.

"Oh, God!" he said a bit too quickly, then recovered. "I mean, no… your mother wouldn't understand, Suzy – and your doctor – well… we don't want him to think you're oversexed, do we?"

Suzy giggled. "No, I don't suppose we do!" She touched his nose with her forefinger and smiled coyly. "You know – I saw the cutest bikini outfit in the window of the Beach Boutique yesterday… do you think if I bought it, it would take my mind off that dumb old dream… you know, like make me forget it?"

Tom laughed nervously and pulled his wallet from the pocket of his robe as he replied, "Well, we'll never know unless we try, will we?" He opened his wallet, then asked, "… how much was it?"

"Oh, I don't know – the whole outfit was about fifty dollars, I think."

"Oh…" he said, and stared at the lone twenty in the cash compartment of his wallet.

"That's okay," she said happily, and plucked his Master Charge from its slot, "I'll just use this," and she looked up at him again, "if that's okay with you, Tom."

"Do…" he said, "please do."

"Ciao!" she said, and turned to skip out of the kitchen.

Tom stood there leaning against the counter, his wallet held loosely in his hand. He folded it slowly and wiped the thin line of sweat from his upper lip and thought: That was an expensive Goddamn dream! But he sighed in relief as he realized it was actually a small price to pay to keep Suzy convinced it was just a dream!