"The neighbor_s daughter" - читать интересную книгу автора (Egan Norma)

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Rod, for heaven's sake," said June. "Don't talk like that in front of Patty."

Rod turned to her, sneering. "She might as well know the truth, June. She'll find out sooner or later, when I sue you for divorce."

"Divorce?" said Patty, wide-eyed. "Oh, Daddy, no! I don't want you and Mom to split up."

"I'm afraid it's necessary, honey," Rod said, softening.

"No, it's not," Patty said firmly. "I don't care what happened, I won't let you split up. I won't even let you argue. Come on and talk to me, Daddy, till you calm down."

The little red-haired teenager grabbed his hand and led him out of the room.

Left alone, Kent and June looked at each other. Kent sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Oh, wow," he said bitterly, "I really fixed things up fine, didn't I? I don't want you and Dad to get divorced, either, but I guess I can see how he feels – and it's all my fault."

June moved over and put her arms around him. "Kent, it's not your fault," she said. "It's mine, for allowing this to happen. When I realized it was you in bed with me and not Rod, I should have stopped you. But I – oh, God…"

She started to cry, and Kent returned her embrace, holding her tightly against him. Her big swelling naked tits pressed against his chest.

"Hey, Mom," he said, "don't cry. We'll work something out."

He eased her down on the bed and began caressing her. Partly he meant to soothe her, but he was also remembering that their fantastic fuck had been interrupted and that he was still achingly horny. He couldn't resist cupping and molding her lovely melon-shaped breasts, delighting in the silky olive skin.

He kissed her gently on the mouth. "Don't cry, Mom," he said. "Even if Dad does cut out, you'll still have me."

June shuddered, half with horror and half with longing. She recalled all too vividly the intense pleasure she'd felt when Kent was balling her. With Rod gone, could she possibly resist her handsome sexy young son?

"Kent," she said, "I can't let your father go. We all need him."

"Sure, Mom," Kent said soothingly, "we'll change his mind. Just give him time to calm down. Take it easy…"

He kissed her again, lingeringly this time, and June found herself helplessly responding. She allowed his tongue to slip into her mouth, and she pressed closer to him, her ripe olive tits flattening against his chest. She knew she was doing something terribly wrong, but her body ached for him. Rod had come in too soon. She hadn't come yet, and her pussy boiled with need…

"Yeah, relax," Kent whispered.

June felt dizzy with need. She could not resist when the boy eased himself on top of her and began to kiss and lick her sensitive brown nipples. She felt his young cock rigid and hard against her belly.

God help her, she wanted him… She could even face that awful word "incest" and still admit that she wanted him. Just one more time wouldn't hurt. Rod was off with Patty. They could take the chance. She felt as if she must come or go crazy with frustration.

"Darling," she said softly, running her fingers through her son's hair.

Kent shuddered with pleasure and horny anticipation. He wanted so much to ease his painfully erect meat back into that long blazing wet tunnel of hers. Fucking his beautiful mother had been the wildest pleasure he'd ever known.

June, too, was trembling wildly. She felt his hard young prick pressing insistently against her belly, dribbling horny warm juice. She wanted that wonderfully stiff eager boy-cock inside her again more than she'd wanted anything in her life. What did it matter, anyhow, if Rod caught him again? Her marriage was already over.

She reached down and seized his hard throbbing meat and directed it between her legs. Trembling, hardly breathing, she guided the hot knobby head into the flooded mouth of her cunt. It slipped in easily.

"Ahhhh," June moaned.

"Oh, Jesus, yeah," Kent yelped.

It was a delicious surprise when his mother took his cock and put it into herself. He felt his aching meat gliding swiftly into her fiery wet tunnel, blissfully sheathed in satiny slick flesh. He worked his hips, penetrating her fully, and June moaned hoarsely and opened her legs wider, encouraging him.

"Oh, yes, darling, yessss," she said.

She forgot everything else, even her husband's fury, as the thick hard penis stuffed her red-hot gripping twat. She slammed her belly up against his, meeting his thrust, and when he began to move in her, she whimpered with joy. It was just what she wanted, those quick hard horny jabs…

"Yes, yes, fuck me, Kent," she whined, "fuck meeeee!"

Under the bed, Vicky was pressing herself flat against the floor to avoid the bouncing bedsprings. Her plan had worked, with a vengeance. Mrs. Hanson couldn't keep her hands off her son – they were balling AGAIN, in spite of the bad scene with Rod. The trouble was, Vicky had defeated her own purpose. If Rod went away, she'd have gained nothing.

Well, there was only one thing to do – find Rod and reason with him. She had to convince him that if he stayed with his wife and family, he and she could have plenty of fun together. She wondered if she could sneak out from under the bed without Kent and Mrs. Hanson seeing her.

She could hear them moaning and sighing up there as they balled. She felt envious – and powerfully turned on. She wished desperately that she was in June's place, taking that stiff jerking cock. The crotch of her shorts was soaked with her horny pussy juices.

Christ, yes, she had to get out of there and find Rod. Not only did she need to talk to him – she needed him to ball her. It was driving her crazy, listening to another couple making out.

Vicky crawled slowly out from under the bed, twisting to look up and see what Kent and June were doing. She needn't have worried. They were so absorbed in their loud fast humping that they wouldn't have noticed a herd of elephants charging through the room. Kent had his face buried in his mother's long flowing dark hair, and June had her eyes closed, her handsome face wreathed in an ecstatic smile.

Vicky stood up and took a quick glance at the couple on the bed. June's long legs were spread lewdly wide for her son, and Kent's small pale ass bounced furiously as he worked his meat deep in his mother's cunt. Vicky could even hear the soft squishy noise of their fucking.

God, it was a turn-on… She found she actually dug watching other people do it. Maybe someday… But right now she had more important things to take care of.

She slipped but of the room unnoticed and stood in the hall, listening. Rod had gone off somewhere with Patty, but where? Then she heard low voices from downstairs, in the living room. Vicky quietly crept down the stairs.

When Patty led him out of the bedroom, Rod had hardly been aware of her presence. He was in a blind rage, merely allowing himself to be led. He only knew that if he stayed in the same room with June, he'd kill her. It was better that he go away, calm down…

Patty took him downstairs, where he couldn't hear the voices. She wasn't quite sure just what the trouble was. She understood that her mother and brother had been making out, but it didn't shock her as it had shocked Rod. No one had ever explained to Patty about incest or why it was wrong. To her, June and Kent were just another couple.

Well, maybe Daddy was jealous. Something had really made him blow his cool. Patty felt she had to calm him down, get him to change his mind about a divorce. They had such a happy family, and she didn't want it broken up.

She led her father into the living room and made him sit on the couch. "Now, you just relax, Daddy," she said, "and I'll bring you a drink. What would you like to have?"

Rod shook himself, still half dazed with shock and anger. "A drink would be a real good idea, honey," he sighed. "Just put a lot of ice in a glass and then fill it up with Scotch."

As Patty went off to make the drink, he looked at her for the first time that evening. Really she was a lovely girl and a very considerate daughter. He knew he must be acting like an animal. But with good reason maybe – it isn't every day a guy catches his wife fucking his son.

My God, what could have possessed June to do such a thing? Always she'd been so middle-class, so proper and even puritanical. What could have driven her to fuck her own teenage son?

He knew the answer already, or at least part of it: he hadn't been taking care of her in bed. If she hadn't wildly, crazily horny, she would never have succumbed to Kent.

If Kent's story was true, then Rod could understand how it had happened. June sound asleep, then thinking it was him, Rod, in bed with her. Starting to fuck… then realizing it was her son, not her husband, who was in her. But why didn't she stop him then?

Oh, come on, he told himself, have you ever tried to quit in mid-fuck?

Yes, he could understand it all, and maybe he shouldn't blame June. She needed sex, just like he did – only he'd given it to the neighbor girl, not to his wife. June had every excuse. If she'd been making it with some other guy, a guy her own age, he would have understood. But Kent? Their own son?

"Here, Daddy," said Patty, "maybe this will help."

She handed him the tall cold glass of Scotch, and Rod took a long swallow. "Thanks, baby," he said. "I feel better already."

She sat down near him while he sipped his drink. She was wearing a pink baby doll nightie that was almost sheer. He could see the little points of her young tits thrusting saucily under the thin material. The panties of the nightgown were short and skimpy, outlining the gentle pout of her muff.

He looked at her, and she grinned. Christ, she looked like a little girl still – freckles, upturned nose, big blue eyes. Yet there was something so delectable, so sexy about her. When she ginned at him like that, he felt a hot rush of lust for her… Yes, he understood where June was. To lust for your own kid [missing text].

"Daddy," said Patty, putting her hand on his leg, "please don't do what you said – don't even think about a divorce. We all need you. I don't think I could stand it if you and Mom broke up."

He tried to smile. "Honey, I promise you, I'll think about it very carefully. But that kind of thing is hard to forgive."

"Why?" said Patty. "Really, what's the big deal, Daddy? So they made love – it's not the end of the world. It doesn't mean they don't love you."

Rod stared at his daughter. Why, the kid had no notion at all of the evil upstairs. She knew nothing of incest, infidelity, or jealousy. In her innocent world, everybody should just have a good time. Rod envied her.

She rested her hand just above his knee, and he could feel the heat of her flesh through his pajamas. He studied her delicate little body. She was even smaller and daintier than Vicky, her young teen-old tits hardly budded. He thought how very tiny her cunt would be…

But, Jesus, she was his own daughter. What was he thinking of?

"Please, Daddy," she said, "don't ever leave us. I couldn't stand it, Daddy…"

She started to cry. Rod set down his drink, grabbed her, and pulled her onto his lap. He held her, patted her.

"Now, baby," he crooned, "if it's that bad, I won't leave. I promise."

"And you'll make up with Mom? Everything will be okay again?" Patty wept.

"Sure, baby," said Rod, "whatever you want."

He didn't know how he was going to keep those promises, for his heart was still full of anger at June. But he couldn't stand to see Patty cry. He held her and rocked her. Her soft little butt pressed into his lap, rubbing his limp cock. For the second time, helplessly, he imagined the exquisite tightness of her virgin teens old box…

If he'd been more attentive, he'd have noticed that her sobbing wasn't so desperate any more, that it had taken on a mechanical tone… Patty was reassured by his promises, no longer upset. But she didn't want to get off his lap. She felt something pressing against her ass, something big and soft and warm. She suspected it was his peter, and she burned with curiosity.

She remembered what she'd seen when she watched Kent and Vicky. Her brother's cock, amazingly big and long and thick. Vicky playing with it, getting Kent so excited. Kent putting his pale stiff peter into Vicky. Their excited voices… It had all seemed like so much fun.

Patty wondered about her father's cock, whether it was bigger than Kent's. She wondered how Vicky had felt when Kent did all those things to her. Vicky had acted like it was really a lot of fun. Patty wanted to try it, too. She wanted to do all those things with her strong handsome father.

She sensed, however, that he'd say no. She had to move slowly, subtly, not let him know what she had in mind. She wiggled in his lap, as if getting more comfortable, and pressed her little ass harder against his big doughy cock.

"Oh, Daddy," she said, pretending to cry, "I was so scared when you yelled at Mom. I hope that never happens again."

Rod squeezed her. "Honey, it won't," he said. "I promise. You just relax now, relax…"

He held her, his hand touching the outer swelling of her little breast. He felt her tiny butt, hot and firm, against his cock. He genuinely wanted to comfort his daughter, but at the same time, he was getting powerfully aroused. She was so tiny, so childish, and yet so damned enticing…

Patty took a chance, letting her hand drop limply into his lap, as if she were exhausted. She felt around and touched more of that big doughy lump, the strange thing in his pants, which she was sure was his cock. If only she could see it.

"Oh," she sighed, "I'm so fired up."

She slipped off his lap and lay down on the couch, her head on his upper thighs. She was facing that big mysterious lamp now, that swelling bulge in his pajamas. Rod was leaning back, taking another sip from his drink. Patty couldn't wait any longer. She just had to get a look.

Quickly she reached into the buttonless fly of his pajamas and took his limp warm prick in her hand. She heard him gasp, but she didn't stop. She drew his cock out into the light.

"Baby," Rod said, stunned, "you shouldn't do that."

"I just want to look, Daddy," she said lazily. "Looking won't hurt."

Rod stared down at his little daughter. Her childish freckled face was full of innocent curiosity. She let his limp rosy cock rest on her palm, studying it, her wide blue eyes taking in the loose flesh, the little blue veins, the dull red head with its slitted mouth.

Rod didn't know what to say or what to do, but he knew what he wanted – he wanted her to go on holding his prick, to touch it, play with it. Already, with just her soft gentle touch, he was excited… Oh, Christ, he'd been a shit, getting so mad at June. Here he was, letting his own little daughter play with his dick. He was just as guilty as June, maybe more – for he hadn't been asleep when this kinky scene started.

Patty was puzzled. Her brother's cock had been very stiff and long and taut, but Daddy's was small and wrinkled up and very soft. She didn't understand the difference. But since Daddy hadn't made her stop, she might as well continue her exploration. She curled her fingers around the limp warm prick and began to pump it, like she'd seen Vicky do with Kent.

It was fun. She liked the sensation of the soft silky flesh slipping loosely between her fingers. His cock was warm and faintly throbbing with a life of its own. Suddenly, however, something very strange happened – his cock began to grow.

Still holding him, Patty watched with awe as his limp meat began to twitch into life. It fattened between her fingers, lengthened, and grew hard and taut. It poked out from her fist, the head growing purple and swollen and hard. From the little dark slit mouth of his penis, a glistening bubble of juice rolled out.

Now his cock looked just like Kent's, only bigger.

Rod lay back against the couch, face flaming. He'd just gotten an enormous cock-stand for his teenage daughter. Beautiful. He was really a wonderful father. He remembered himself yelling at June, asking her how she could have gotten aroused for her own kid. Now he knew – and he felt like an asshole.

"Patty," he said shakily, "it's very late. I think you'd better go back to bed."

Her hot little fist tightened around his erect throbbing prick. "No, Daddy," she said impatiently, "not just yet. I want to look."

He should have told her no, should have bundled her right up the stairs and into her bed, but he didn't move, didn't say a word. He couldn't – because before he could even think, Patty stuck out her cute little pink tongue and started to lick the head of his prick.

His whole body flamed with evil lust. Her little tongue lapped mischievously on his sensitive cock, sending sharp streaks of pleasure through his loins. God help him, he couldn't bring himself to make her stop. He leaned back, dizzy and panting.

Patty had decided to try some of the stuff she'd seen Vicky doing with Kent. At first when she stuck out her tongue and started to lick the big purple head of Daddy's cock, she wanted to giggle, it was such a funny thing to do. Then she got to enjoying it. His flesh was hot and satiny beneath her tongue. She lapped up the little drop of juice, and it tasted good.

She tried to remember what else Vicky had done to Kent. The image came to her, and she mimicked it, moistening her lips, kissing the head of her father's hot hard cock. She began to lick up and down the rigid pulsing stalk, making his whole hard prick shiny with her spit…

"Honey," Rod said hoarsely, "where did you learn to do that? Have you been with some boy?" Patty giggled. "No, Daddy, I know I'm not supposed to date yet. I was just watching Vicky and Kent."

Rod's head whirled. That damned little nymph next door had been making it with his son, too! He and Kent had shared the same girl… Well, he'd have to talk to Kent later. Right now he couldn't keep his mind on anything but Patty's wicked wet little tongue teasing up and down his rigid swollen meat…

"Do you like this, Daddy?" she asked. Her voice was completely innocent, full of childish curiosity.

"Yes, honey," Rod managed to say, "it's very pleasant." That was hardly a strong enough word – it was driving him crazy, his little freckle-faced daughter tonguing his dick. He couldn't keep still any more. He reached out and slipped his hand inside her panties, found the ripe mound of her hairless cunt. He slid a finger between the slick fleshy lips and touched the tiny button of her clitoris. He began to rub…

Patty gasped. Suddenly she was feeling the most dizzying pleasure of her young life. Daddy had his hand between her legs and was caressing that funny little lump of flesh she'd discovered the other day. Only it felt so much better when he did it. His fingers were more skillful than hers.

"Oooo, Daddy," she sighed, "that feels so good…"

Rod felt a sudden spurt of hot cream wetting his finger. Patty moaned and rubbed her little virgin pussy against him. He was turning her on fast – his own kid. And he knew he wasn't going to stop. Her little body was too delicious, too tempting. He circled her tiny hot clit with his fingertip, moving faster and faster.

"Oooo, yeah, Daddy," she squealed, "that's NICE…"

He wouldn't fuck her, he told himself, he just wouldn't… That would be going too far, to pop his own daughter's cherry. But that didn't mean they couldn't have fun.

"Honey," he panted, "there's something I could really dig."

"Sure, Daddy," she sighed. "What is it?"

"Take my cock in your mouth," he said feverishly. "Suck on it. I'd like that so much, Patty."

The little girl didn't hesitate. She loved her father and wanted to please. And he was doing such delicious things to her with his finger, it seemed only fair to do something he liked.

Patty licked her lips, then slid her mouth around the huge purple head of her father's penis. She sucked strongly, taking him inside. His cock was too long for her small mouth, and she could take in only about half his length before his dripping balls touched her throat. She began to suck. It was fun…

"Ohhh, Christ," Rod moaned. "Yeah, baby, that's good…"

Her little mouth was silky fire around his swollen meat. He couldn't help moaning as she sucked him. He slid his soaked finger off her hot little joy button and searched out the tiny moist mouth of her twat. He inserted his finger gently in his daughter's cunt. No barrier. He pushed…

"Ummmm!" Patty said.

She felt burning pleasure as Daddy eased his thick stiff finger up her narrow virgin cunt. She creamed helplessly and heavily around him. In her excitement, she sucked harder and harder on his thick throbbing dick.

"Baby, baby," Rod crooned, "I like that. Yeah, suck meee."

He leaned back and closed his eyes.

Vicky took the opportunity to scamper down the stairs and hide behind a chair. She had to, for someone was coming. She'd been watching from the stairs, watching Rod getting it on with his red-haired daughter – when she heard a bedroom door opening. She had to hide.

"Yeah, honey, yeah," Rod whined. "I'm gonna come in a second. Don't be afraid. Just swallow it…"

Patty didn't know what he meant, but she felt she was ready for anything. His thick stiff finger was pumping in her virgin cunt, and it felt fantastically good. She felt herself mounting into almost unbearable pleasure, just like when she'd played with herself while watching Kent and Vicky. Then her little nipping cunt seemed to explode with hot ecstasy.

Rod felt her coming, felt her deliciously tight little twat squeezing his finger, creaming in floods. In her excitement she almost swallowed his cock, and her silky throat muscles closed around his swollen balls.

"Ummm!" she said. "Ummm!"

Rod felt red-hot jism ripping up his rigid shaft, into her mouth. "Oh, Christ, YEAH," he bellowed, "eat my come, baby, EAT IT…"

He gasped and moaned as he shot his load into her mouth, and the little girl swallowed it all. He was oblivious to everything but his violent pleasure.

Then he opened his eyes and saw his wife and son staring at him.