Frank Levy - One bed family

"Oh, Poppa!" she laughed, and then squatted down on the rug to feed his limp dick into her mouth and suck all of the gooey cunt cream and cock juice off of it. Junior had finished cleaning out Cindy's cunt hole by then and had stuck his own fucker back into position. He felt her squeeze down on his dong very nicely as he resumed his fuck. Sam flopped down into the armchair and waited for the rest of them to finish their fun.

They went on like that until supper time. The father and his two sons took their turns with the daughter and the housekeeper until their lusts were momentarily satisfied. When they were fucked out for a time, their thoughts turned to food, and they all tramped into the kitchen for a naked supper.

As they ate dinner, Big George brought up the news that he had for his children: "I found out something that I thought you kids might like to know about," he began. "I found out where your mom is livin' now."

"You did!"

"Where is she? Did you see her?"

"Is she going to come back and live with us again, Poppa?" Sam asked.

"No, I didn't see her. She's livin' up north. About a day and a half from here in the truck. I thought I'd best talk to you kids about it before I done anything. I wanted to hear what you had to say first. And I guess I should hear from you, too, Miss Cindy."

"Why me?"

"Well, I ain't laid eyes on the woman for eighteen years. Not since right after Mary Lou was born. I got a nice little home here, and you're a part of it now."

"Well, I'm surely not the one to make any objections about how your home is run, George."

"I know how some women just can't get along, though, and I don't want to run you off by bringin' in another woman you can't get along with, Cindy."

"Why did she leave, George?"

"She just got plum tired of gettin' knocked up, I guess. And I was fetchin' kids out of her right regular there. We didn't have no birth control pills in those days, and I never could get a rubber to stay on my cock without bustin' the first time I stuck it up her cunt. She was a good lay, too, a damned fine-lookin' woman and mighty good in the sack. Now we got them pills for women to take, maybe she'd like to come back home. She always did love my cock."

"But what about us, Poppa? You know, the way me and Junior and you fuck Mary Lou, and Cindy, too? What about that? What would she do?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, son. That's one thing we got to find out about. She was a wild-assed woman when I knew her, and some how, I don't think she would mind at all. Course we got to make sure about that. Seems a shame to let a fine pussy like that go to waste, 'specially since I'm still married to her."

"How are we going to find out what she thinks, Poppa?" Mary Lou asked her father.

"Well, I was thinkin' that if you young'uns and Miss Cindy were of a mind to consider me askin' her back here, we could go meet her and find out the lay of the land, so to speak. Course I can't take all of you along in the truck, but I could take one of you along with me. I guess she would still recognize me by lookin' at me, but she wouldn't know any of you right off. Junior's too dumb to be any good, and she might figure out who you were, Mary Lou. You look a lot like her I figured that I would take Sam along with me."

"What would we do, Poppa?"

"Well, I hear she's workin' as a waitress in this little diner and livin' in a trailer in the field behind the place. She works as a waitress, but if I know your mom, she's making most of her money fuckin' the truckers back in that little trailer. You could go in and meet her, Sam, without tellin' her who you are and then play it from there. You're the one with all of the brains in the family. What do you say, son?"

"You mean I might…"

"That would be up to you, son. You figure out what's best to do. You want to come along with me?"

Sam swallowed very hard, and his face flushed a deep red. "Yes, Poppa, I'd like to go along with you very much."

"Good. It seemed likely to me that you would."

"See if she fucks good, Sam," Junior said.

"Yeah, and don't bring her back if she's all fat and ugly and sloppy," Mary Lou added.

"What about you, Miss Cindy?" George asked.

She shrugged her shoulders. "The more the merrier as far as I'm concerned, George. If we had another woman in the house it would make three girls and three boys. That way one of you guys wouldn't have to wait your turn like you did this afternoon?"

"Fine. Sam, you and I will leave first thing in the morning. We should be back by Monday."

Cindy was out of her mind, cussing and swearing at the violent summer storm. Big George and Sam were out in the truck, and she was left alone in the house with Junior and Mary Lou. Junior was lying in the middle of the living room floor, screaming and kicking in tenor of the crashes of thunder and lightning, and Mary Lou wasn't much better. Cindy was on her knees trying to keep the big dummy from hurting himself as he pulled his hair out and beat his hands and heels on the floor. He had ripped his clothes to shreds in his animal fear, and she was afraid he was going to have some kind of a fit.

The electricity and phone were out in the house, and it seemed as black as midnight between the flashes of lightning. She had never seen such a furious storm and hoped she never saw another one like it. She tried again to grab Junior's hands and make him stop pulling his hair, but he was too strong and terrified for her to manage. She was scared enough herself. Mary Lou was sucking her thumb in the corner on the floor and whimpering.

It seemed like the last roll of thunder was continuing in a series of heavy thumps. It took Cindy a minute to realize that someone was pounding on the front door. She jumped up and opened the door. There was a young guy standing there on the porch, soaked to his skin. He looked about her age, and was pointing to a sports car in front of the house and trying to say something above the roar of the wind. His little car had been a convertible until the wind got a hold of the canvas roof. Now the canvas was ripped to shreds, and the metal frame of the roof was bent back over the trunk of the little car. She couldn't understand what he was trying to say in all the noise, but she got the picture. She took him by the arm and pulled him into the house and pushed the door shut.

"Could use your phone to call…" he was saying.

"Phone's out. Electricity, too," she shouted, a little bit too loudly. The noise wasn't so bad with the door shut. "You're welcome to stay here until the storm is over," she said.

Junior let out another scream as a stroke of lightning slammed down into the woods nearby.

"Jesus!" The guy jumped. "What's the matter with him?"

"He's retarded, scared to death of the storm. Could you help me quiet him down and make him stop pulling his hair out? He's going to snatch himself bald, uh, Mr., uh?"

"Henry, Henry Preston. Sure, I can handle him."

The guy jumped on Junior as fast as a cat making a pounce. The guy was about five eight and not heavy, but he must have had some muscles packed into that frame. He grabbed Junior's hands and forced him flat on his back, then he let go of one hand and lashed out with his right fist so fast that she wasn't even sure she had seen it move, but she sure as hell heard the crack of his knuckles against Junior's jaw. The idiot's head snapped back and rapped hard on the floor, and he went limp.

Henry got up, nursing his knuckles a little and giving them a lick with his tongue. "He'll be all right, now. He'll have a sore jaw when he comes to, but no damage done."

She took a closer look at him in the flashes of light. He was wearing a sodden wind-breaker and one of those fancy tennis shirts with a little alligator next to his left nipple. His pants were soaked, too, and stuck to his legs. He didn't bulge much in the crotch, but his thighs looked rock hard and tight as steel cables. He had a hard, flat belly on him too. She jerked her eyes up from his basket to look at his face.