Had John been molesting Lisa ever since she was a young girl? And was what Jan was witnessing simply one of a long string of John’s sexual encounters with Lisa, that had been periodically taking place throughout all these years? Jan didn’t know.
But she did know one thing: Lisa was sure enjoying the hell out of it! And Jan found herself actually resenting Lisa for that. Especially when Lisa was orgasming her ass off during John’s sperm-release. Jan found herself feeling very jealous of Lisa.
At the same time, Jan felt that Lisa had betrayed her, in more ways than one. Jan couldn’t just leave the room, and let them get away with it. She couldn’t just let that “little bitch-in-heat” get away with fucking her husband, right under her own roof. And so Jan felt that she had to speak up, and make her presence known.
Once the first word had come out of her mouth, Jan knew that her life would never be the same again. She knew that her marriage was gone for good, and that the wonderful relationship she had had with her daughter was over with.
And Jan realized that, after John had cleared out his belongings, and moved out of the house, she would be left with an empty bedroom down the hall–and an 8-inch-long, vibrating, penis-shaped dildo to “keep her company.” Oh yeah, and all those other sex toys too.
Immediately after Jan had stormed out of John’s bedroom, Lisa got up out of bed to go close the bedroom door. And as she did, she grumbled something under her breath that sounded to John like, “I can get some sweet, young pussy any time I want it, you fucking bitch! I don’t need that old, shriveled-up ‘thing’ down between your legs.”
“Jesus!” John said, rolling over onto his back, while Lisa was getting back into bed to lie beside him, “What am I gonna do now?”
Lisa felt really bad for John, because she felt at least partially responsible for what had just happened. And in a way, she was.
After she had flushed her birth control sponge down the toilet, in Lisa’s haste to leave the bathroom and climb back into bed with John (so that they could continue their “unfinished business” together), Lisa had closed John’s bedroom door behind her–but she had neglected to lock the bedroom door. And that’s how Jan was able to slowly and quietly twist the doorknob and easily sneak into John’s bedroom, so that she could catch them “in the act.”
“You’re gonna be happy, for a change, Daddy,” Lisa answered, giving him a tender kiss on the cheek. “Why don’t you come down to Austin, and move in with me and Vicki. We’ve got a three-bedroom apartment, with a guest bedroom that’s not being used right now. And I’m positive Vicki won’t mind having you around at all. Just don’t ever call her ‘Victoria.’ She hates that name.”
“Well, I guess that’d be fine. I don’t really know anywhere else I could go right now.”
“Good, then it’s settled. You’ll move in with me. Things will work out just fine. You’ll see. Oh, by the way, I need to tell you something. Please don’t get mad, okay?”
“What is it, Lisa?”
“Promise me,” Lisa insisted.
“Okay, I promise you that I won’t get mad at you. Now, what is it?”
“I didn’t use any birth control tonight, while we were ‘doing it.’ When I was in the bathroom, I threw away the sponge, instead of putting it in.”
“For Christ’s sake, Lisa! Why did you do that?”
“I wanted tonight to be very special for both of us. That’s why I’m telling you this right now. I wanted you to know that what we just did together was totally natural. It was the ‘real thing.’ I don’t expect you to understand, but I just felt like I needed for it to be real tonight.
“Don’t worry, Daddy, it’s my ‘safe time’ right now, and the odds of me getting pregnant are very remote. That’s the only reason I went ahead and did it.
“I promise you that, from now on, I’ll always use birth control, whenever we ‘do it.’ In fact, I’ll even go down to the clinic, and either get on The Pill again, or get a NuvaRing, or something else, just so that we never have to worry about anything. You aren’t mad at me, are you?”
“No, Sweetie. I appreciate your honesty. Even if it was after the fact.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I was afraid to tell you at the time. I thought that you might not fuck me, if you knew that I wasn’t using any birth control.”
“Are you kidding me? It’s been years since I’ve had my dick inside your mother’s pussy–or any other woman’s pussy, for that matter. Do you honestly think that I could have refused yours tonight–even if you had told me beforehand, that you weren’t using any birth control?”
“I see what you mean. And I really needed you to fuck me tonight, Daddy. I hadn’t felt a guy’s dick inside my pussy, ever since I got pregnant with Alex.
“And, just in case you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m not really a lesbian, even though that’s the way I present myself in public. Of course, I do love having sex with women. But I love having sex with men, just as much. So I’m actually bi-sexual.”
“Oh well, the damage is already done,” John said, reaching over to place the palm of his hand on the outside of Lisa’s pussy mound. And he gave it a couple of gentle pats with his hand while he added, “And there’s no use crying over spilt milk–or in our case, spilt semen–because all we can really do right now is to hope and pray that your ‘safe time’ really turns out to be safe.
“I never told you this,” John continued, as he removed his hand from Lisa’s pussy, “but you and your brother were conceived during one of your mother’s ‘safe times.’ We never planned on having children. But I’m damn glad we did!”
“So am I, Daddy!” Lisa agreed with true conviction, and then reached over and gently patted the head of his penis a few times with the palm of her hand.
“So you don’t mind my ‘old, shriveled-up’ penis then?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I was just mad at Mom. That’s all. I can’t believe that she just stood there, and watched us ‘do it.'”
“Well, your mother has been a fairly secretive and private woman her whole life. She also lies about things, whenever it serves her purpose. But, believe it or not, I still love her. It’s just that nowadays, my love for her has been transformed into pity.”
“It must be hard to live with a woman like that.”
“Living with her wasn’t the problem. The hard part was not being able to have sex with my own wife.”
“Well, Daddy, now you’ve got someone to have sex with, whenever you want. Somebody who loves you much more than your own wife does.”
“I wonder what Vicki’s going to think, now that it looks like I’m moving in with you guys,” said John.
“She won’t mind at all. Believe me. Besides, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. So whenever you get feeling horny and need some pussy, just let me know. Discretely, of course. When Vicki’s not in the room with us. And I’ll be more than happy to come by your bedroom later that night, and spend some ‘quality time’ with you. Deal?” Lisa said, winking at John.
“Deal!” John said emphatically, winking right back at her.
John and his daughter got out of bed. And he put on his underwear, while she was putting on her nightshirt. He went to the bedroom closet to get his old, worn-out suitcase, and he started packing up carefully-selected items of clothing from his dresser.
John and Lisa were discussing their new living arrangements, as John opened the bottom dresser drawer and pulled out some pants. Lisa caught a glimpse of the little plastic bag at the very back of the dresser drawer–the one containing his sister Val’s panties–as John was closing the drawer, to move up to the next drawer
“Hey, aren’t you forgetting something?” Lisa asked.
“What?”
“Your sister’s panties. You know, the ones that you like to masturbate with.”
“That’s okay. I don’t think I’ll be needing them anymore. Do you?”
“Why don’t you go ahead and take ’em with you anyway. I know they mean a lot to you.” Lisa gave John one last passionate kiss, and said, “Meet you out at the car in 15 minutes.”
“I’ll be there with bells on,” John automatically replied, turning his attention back to his packing, as Lisa left his bedroom.
“Oh, by the way,” said Lisa, poking her head back into the bedroom doorway, “you can forget the bells. Just don’t forget the panties. Okay?”
“I’ve got ’em right here,” John said, lifting the plastic bag up slightly out of his suitcase to show Val’s soiled, souvenir panties to Lisa.
“Not those panties, Daddy. I mean, my panties,” Lisa said, quickly pointing downward towards the pair of plain-looking, white cotton panties that were lying willy-nilly on the carpet, beside the bed.
Then Lisa took off down the hallway towards the guest bedroom. She intended to wake up Alex, and make sure that he got dressed right away, so that he could join her and John on this unexpected trip back to Austin in the middle of the night.
John scooped Lisa’s panties up off the bedroom floor, held the urine-tinged crotch-panel directly under his nostrils, and then took a couple of quick sniffs, before stuffing the soiled panties down into his left pants pocket.
* * * * *
So Papa Bear moved in with Baby Bear and her roommate, Vicki. Baby Bear encouraged Papa Bear to eat her porridge whenever he wanted to. And he did just that.
From time to time, Vicki even let Papa Bear eat her porridge, too. But only when Baby Bear was away from their apartment. You see, Vicki was actually bi-sexual, but she didn’t want Baby Bear to know that.
And they all lived happily ever after–without either woman getting pregnant.
And the moral to this story could have been: Porridge is always thicker than blood, or one man’s alien is another bear’s dream.
However, this twisted tale is not quite finished yet. Don’t forget that Mama Bear had some porridge too.
* * * * *
“But, Lisa,” Jan said, “the real point I’m trying to make here, is that after I found the panties in John’s dresser drawer, I assumed that he was sexually molesting our granddaughter. And from that moment on, I had no desire to ever have sex with that man again. I would much rather fuck a dildo three or four times a week. And so that’s exactly what I did.”
Of course, John didn’t know about Jan finding the panties in his dresser drawer. But he did know one thing for sure: He was stuck with a wife who didn’t want to have sex with him anymore. He was too old to start over again, too faithful and moralistic to cheat on his wife, and still too young to entirely give up sex. And so he was forced to revel in his own masturbations.
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