Lisa got down on her hands and knees on top of the bed, and John knelt down and mounted her from behind. He pretty much just stayed still, and kneaded her firm butt-cheeks with his hands, while she was doing most of the work to thrust his short penis in and out of her vagina.
She was slapping her fleshy mound up against John’s large testicles on each inward thrust, and Lisa felt like she was in heaven. She was riding one orgasmic wave, right after another. And the “slurp-slurp” sounds coming from her pussy just got louder and louder, as her pussy got wetter and wetter, and she was slamming her pubic mound up against John’s pubic mound faster and faster.
Her energetic intercourse lasted about 15 minutes or so, before she finally felt John fertilizing her. But Lisa was pretty amazed, because that was 13 minutes more than Lisa had expected for it to last, considering the “newness factor,” along with the taboo nature of the whole situation.
Needless to say, Lisa was extremely happy with John’s performance in bed. And having her own father’s sperm flowing out directly into her vagina was one of the most erotic things that Lisa had ever experienced in her entire life. Lisa had to bury her face in a pillow to muffle her moans and groans of pure sexual ecstasy.
John couldn’t believe how much he had missed the feeling of having his penis inside of a woman’s vagina. And after his orgasm was over, he just wanted to stay coupled-up with Lisa as long as he possibly could.
Lisa didn’t want John to pull out either.
But then they both heard a quiet, serious voice that came from one corner of John’s dark bedroom.
“John? Don’t turn on the lights. I’ve already seen more than I care to see. I want you to pack up your things, and get your ass out of my house right now. You too, Lisa. How could you do this to your own mother? I thought you were going to come to my room tonight!” Jan said, with her voice quickly becoming louder and shakier, until she was actually screaming at Lisa.
Jan threw open the bedroom door hard, slamming the door up against the doorstop on the wall. And she frantically stormed out of John’s bedroom, heading for the comfort and relative safety of her own bedroom.
Once there, she lay down on her bed and cried into her pillow. She felt totally betrayed by Lisa. But she wasn’t completely sure whether she was more angry about Lisa having sex with her husband, or about Lisa not having sex with her.
Jan had been looking forward to having Lisa in her bed. Looking forward to finally having someone else to share her sexuality with. It had been slightly more than 10 months since Jan had traveled by herself to Austin to visit her daughter, while John was out of town, on a business trip.
And that’s when Lisa had unexpectedly jumped into bed with her own mother, and seduced Jan into making love with her that final night, before Jan had left to come back home.
Ever since that wonderful night, Jan had fantasized a lot about the taboo-but-exciting sexual encounter that had taken place between her and her own daughter.
And Jan had been eagerly awaiting Lisa’s next visit, anticipating that Lisa would make love to her again, as soon as they got the chance to be alone together. As far as Jan was concerned, masturbation had been okay, but there was always a melancholy feeling of loneliness that permeated her masturbations.
But Lisa hadn’t come to Jan’s bedroom that night.
And after waiting for a little while, Jan had finally decided to take matters into her own hands. She had gone to look for Lisa, so that she could invite Lisa into her bedroom. But Alex had been sleeping all by himself on the fold-out sofa bed in the guest bedroom upstairs. And Lisa wasn’t sharing this bedroom with her son, like she was supposed to.
So Jan had been heading back to her own bedroom, when she had noticed the telltale “slurp-slurp” sounds coming from the direction of John’s bedroom, down at the end of the hallway. Jan had quietly traversed the hallway carpet, being very careful not to stumble into anything in the darkness.
When she had gotten to John’s bedroom door, she had twisted the doorknob, ever so slowly, and eased the door open, to discover her nude husband coupled up doggie style, in bed with her butt-naked daughter, who was enthusiastically thrusting away at John’s penis, acting like a bitch in heat.
Jan had quietly snuck into John’s bedroom, carefully closing the door behind her. And she had just stood there in disbelief, as she had watched her daughter fuck her husband. And she had kept watching them, as Lisa was orgasming her ass off, while John was fertilizing her young pussy. The same young pussy that Jan had had her own hands and mouth on, just 10 months ago. The same young pussy that Jan was hoping to have her hands and mouth on tonight. Jan was definitely much more angry with Lisa right now, than she was with her own husband.
But there was also a part of her that had actually gotten turned-on from watching them–an animalistic part of her that was wanting to get naked, and jump right into bed with them. In fact, while she was watching John and Lisa fuck, her own hand had automatically moved over to her housecoat-and-panty-covered crotch, and she had started rubbing herself “down there,” making it feel good to her.
At one point, Jan had even started to sneak back out of John’s bedroom, with the intention of simply going back to her own bedroom, and keeping what she had “accidentally” witnessed, as her own “little secret.”
But Jan couldn’t bring herself to leave early, and miss the climax of “the movie”–which in this case was the act of sexual intercourse that was taking place, just a few feet away from her. She had just kept fingering herself through her night-clothing, while she was thinking about John’s little mushroom-shaped penis. And about how good it had felt, whenever it was inside her. And about how much she had missed John’s lovemaking.
By the way, unlike the “Jan” in John’s dream, the “real” Jan was not “orgasmically-challenged” in the least. In fact, quite the opposite. Jan was perpetually horny, and had always been able to orgasm at the drop of a hat–even back when she was a young girl.
As Jan’s pussy crack was getting wet inside her panties, thanks to her finely-honed pussy-fingering skills, she thought about her Uncle Ed, and about how he used to make the crotch of her panties get soaked, whenever he was “tickling” her “naughty parts,” and about how she always used to naively giggle away in sheer delight while he was doing that to her. Then she thought about those telltale panties that she had discovered in the bottom of John’s dresser nearly a decade ago, and she started feeling totally disgusted with what she was witnessing.
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?”
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