Sandy Bennett: Jackies family lessons

«I keep trying to think about Frank,» I giggled, «but it's no use, I'm just not the guilty type.»

«That's my girl.» He started to finger me with his thick, long index and I leaned against him luxuriously, my legs wide apart, my hands roving freely over his hairy chest and belly. Jack was a robust man and I liked nothing better than to feel how hard his stomach was, how strong his thighs were, because the stronger he was the harder he would fuck me. I could hardly wait for him to get started, much as I enjoyed his relapse into teenage love. His finger moved in and out of me just like a cock, but somehow it was never the same. I missed that bulbous head at the top of it, the slap of balls against my asshole, and the depth of penetration. Jack sensed that. «How would you like to sit on my lap?»

«Oh, I'd love to!» Like a happy little girl I bounced up on his lap and hugged him tightly about his neck as he aimed his cock at my pussy. The remnants of the ointment helped to pave the way for his entrance, the battering Uncle Marvin had given me had made me sensitive but loose, and before long he was right up in me and I was bobbing about on his lap joyously.

It occurred to me what a weakling I was. I'd gone to Frank's place to make a full confession and to promise I would never do it again if he would only forgive me. And now I was fucking his father! Obviously I would never be able to tell him anything now. Our lives would begin from tomorrow on. The past, mine and his, would just have to be kept out of it. Somehow that cleared my conscience because from that point on I began to fuck Jack with such verve that his cock slipped out and I almost broke it. «Put it back in!» I panted. «Oh Jesus, it feels so good in me. Quick, Jack, put it in! Aaaahhh, yes, that's better, now fuck me, fuck me, I love it so much. Do you think that's wrong, Jack, for a girl to like sex? I can't help it! Give it to me! It makes me feel so tingly and warm all over, even my toes are curling, I love your hairy chest and your big balls, fuck me, fuck me, tomorrow it's your son's turn so give me something to remember!»

«I will my dear, I will,» he said, and suddenly I was on my back and he was on top of me, shoving his cock into me with power. My body was so accustomed to orgasms by this time that it just naturally slipped into one after the other and there was nothing I could do about it. Much as I wanted to give Jack a hot time I could lie under him and submit. It seemed to be enough. He fucked me good and hard and when he came it was with a gush of hot cream that filled my cunt up and spilled more on the seat of his car. He lay on top of me and breathed heavily.

«My son is a very lucky boy,» he said, once he'd recovered himself. «You can regard this episode as a father's blessing. That sounds moral enough, doesn't it?»

«You're a devil, Jack,» I said, «but I'm glad we got to know each other so well.» We shared a cigarette in the back seat, our arms about each other, listening to the sounds of the night. We talked about different things, nothing too closely related to the wedding, though, and by the time he drove me back to my car, we really had become firm friends.

«No one's home yet,» he said, checking his garage. «Now you go to bed, Jackie, have a good sleep, and forget about everything except the future. I'll see you tomorrow.» He kissed me good night and walked away from my car. I drove back home slowly, thinking all the while, and the conclusion of that was that I decided he was right.

Inside my house it was very quiet and very messy. The party had apparently become rough. Empty bottles, full ashtrays, general mess, and a couple of naked, sleeping people. I identified Dora and Eddie, Tim, and Veronica, but they were on couches and looked more than happy. The big surprise came when I walked into the kitchen. There was my mother, stark naked, mumbling to herself, and draped over the kitchen table with dried sperm stains on her inner thighs. She was very drunk. I couldn't leave her there so I hoisted her over my back and dragged her up the stairs, which was no mean feat. We made it to the bathroom and I balanced her on the toilet seat to wash her down. With warm water and soap I got rid of the sperm stains, I gave her face a going over, and straightened and combed her hair. This was more for my sake than hers. I just couldn't stand to see my mother look like that. As a final gesture I gave her a douche.

There was no reason to do this. I think I got carried away with the whole situation. There was my mother, sitting on the toilet seat like a Raggedy Anne doll, her eyes blank and half closed, mumbling incoherently, oblivious to everything. Her body was mine to do with as I pleased, my life-size doll, and it excited me strangely and very deep down. She was a sexy woman even in that condition. Those full, heavy breasts, the ample thighs, the dense bush of pubic hair, the generously proportioned cunt all titillated me, and my decision to give her a douche was probably more sexual than considerate. At the time there was no way of knowing why I was doing it because I'd decided to turn over a new leaf, and so I wouldn't face myself. My mother sat with her legs wide apart and her ass far enough forward to give me access to her cunt hole, and after I'd filled the douche bag and screwed on the nozzle, I slipped it into her and squeezed the bag hard. She didn't react at all to the internal shower. Water dripped out of her cunt, mixed with sperm and juices, pouring down onto the floor to form big puddles. I didn't care.

«Sit up now, Mummy,» I said, rearranging her. «That's a good girl. Now keep your legs open so Jackie can clean you all up. There, isn't that nice? Don't you feel better now?» Something like a climax shivered through my body when I withdrew the nozzle. Her cunt was still dripping water from its pink, enlarged hole. Rosy cunt lips were far apart and I found myself gazing at her inner labia, full petals that were swollen through use and abuse. For the moment her cunt represented all of sex to me. Just looking at it set my belly upside down, churning with passion, and my cunt quailed in sympathy. I got a grip on myself and put away the douche, dried my mother off, and lifted her off the seat. She was able to walk a little now, which made it easier to get her on my bed. The master bedroom was closed and several people were snoring loudly behind the door.

I crawled into bed beside her, naked now, and very tired. Sex had to wind down sooner or later, I told myself. Besides, what could happen between a mother and her daughter? I found out as soon as I snuggled up to her naked back. Her big ass pushed against my belly like an invitation and when I rested one arm over her side and touched her big, yielding tits, I couldn't hold back any longer. I moved away so that she rolled over on her back and then I lay on top of her with my face between her tits. For a long time I did nothing more. Just to be between those soft orbs was enough, it calmed me and yet it made me yearn for the rest of her. My lust turned into pure sensuality, an appreciation of her womanly body and her proximity. I wasn't sure if she was asleep or awake and it really didn't matter. Her warm flesh against mine, the feeling of her silky inner lips, her hard nipples, the largesse of her thighs, kept me entirely occupied.

«Jackie? Is that you?»

«Yes Mum, it's me.»

«What am I doing here? Oh dear, I must have drunk too much. Your father said I would. Well, screw him. Why do I feel so sexy? Go to sleep, honey, it must be very late.» She spoke without opening or closing her mouth, I guessed, because it all came out rather limply. I felt as though I was taking unfair advantage of her but then why should she object? She liked women, and I was a woman. I slipped down between her legs and rested my face on her cunt. It seemed so big to me, so fulsome and cozy, that I wondered why my father should bother with others. My mother shifted a little to open up further for me but that was probably an automatic reaction. She tasted like douche mixture at first but pretty soon the real her came through, tasty, spicy, tart, rich juices that formed a film over my face and trickled down over my tongue, and gave me an insatiable longing for more.