Mother Eager Beaver

CHAPTER TWELVE

The children had already gone to school and Tom was almost at the plant entrance when he brought the car to a sudden stop. He turned the car around and headed back home for the tools he'd forgotten to take to work.

"Jesus Christ!" he muttered aloud. "Why the hell did I forget my damned tools? Now 111 be late for work."

He suddenly remembered how fast the night had passed for him. He'd been lying in bed waiting for Barbara to get undressed. It was the first time since he'd started the night shift he felt like fucking, and he'd fully intended to fuck his wife but good, He'd closed his eyes for only a moment, but then when he opened them again the sun was shining through the window. Goddamn it, he'd unintentionally drifted off to sleep and missed the chance to fuck Barbara. Any bastard who'd do that could very easily forget his tools. Hell, it's a damned wonder he hadn't forgotten his fuckin' head.

Within twenty minutes he'd parked the car in the driveway and entered the utility room. He grabbed his tools and ran back to the car, then tossed the tool box onto the back floorboard. He was already late for work so what difference would it make if he was a little later. He could take time for one last cup of coffee.

He opened the back door and walked into the kitchen, then poured himself some coffee. He could hear voices in the dining room so he picked up his coffee cup and started toward the door. His wife and daddy would be surprised to see him back home to drink a cup of coffee with them.

He entered the door, then seemed to freeze in his tracks. The blood drained from his face in shock, then he turned white- all over. He felt very weak, then it was as if his knees were buckling beneath him. This couldn't be real-his eyes were playing some kind of goddamned trick on him. He closed his eyes tightly, hoping the ungodly vision would disappear. He opened his eyes slowly, letting them focus on the two naked figures on the dining table. The scene was very real, but he just couldn't allow himself to believe his eyes.

How the hell could his wife be fucking his daddy, especially on the very spot he'd eaten his breakfast an hour before. He shook his head in disbelief as his daddy's huge cock plunged back and forth in the pussy he'd claimed for his own in marriage. His daddy was standing beside the table and his wife was lying flat on her back across it.

Her asscheeks were hanging just off the edge and her feet were draped over his shoulders with her knees spread very wide. Her pussy was slippery and slushy as his thick hardness slowly rammed in and out of her. Hell, from this angle it seemed as if he were getting a close-up view of their throbbing organs-they were dripping with his wife's sparkling love juices.

His eyes couldn't be playing a trick on him. If they were, his ears were playing the same motherfucking trick. He'd never heard such words of passion in his life, not between his wife and some other man.

"Aaahhh…that's it… Jonathan…that's the way! Ooohhh… My God…that's the way to fuck me!" he heard his wife squeal as his daddy rammed a finger into her juice covered asshole, cramming it all the way to his third knuckle, then with his other hand he lifted her beautiful ass higher into the air. "Sweet Jesus… this is better… much better than… than it was yesterday!"

"Yes… oooooo… Godddd… yes! Your beautiful little pussy is in a better position! I… I can get it deeper… much deeper… and it's sucking at me so hard I cant stand it!" his daddy groaned, pounding into her at a much faster speed. "I'm going to cum in that sweet little cunny again, darling! Ooohhh… jeeeezzzz… I'm there! Aaaggghhh…am I ever there! I'm… I'm cummminnnggg!"

"Meeee… toooooo!" she screamed out in ecstasy, pushing her churning asscheeks high as possible. "Oooooo… Lord… I'm spilling my cum all over the fuckin' place! Fill me full… sweetie… pleaseeeee! Ooohhh… My Godddd…fuuccckkk meeee gooooood! Fill my belly full of hot cum! Fuuccckkk the Hell out of my pussy! Pleaseeee…oooooo… pleaseeeeee… fffuuuccckkk meeee! Pleaseeeeeee!"

Tom watched his daddy's tremendous cock shove into his wife's depths and stay there. Their pubes were pressed tightly together and he could no longer see their organs. He could only see their naked bodies as they ground frantically at each other in ecstatic orgasm. The moans and groans of sudden passion sent chills up and down his spine.

He watched them spend themselves in ecstasy. His father's cum spurted into his wife's pussy to mingle with her flowing juices, then they trembled in complete satisfaction. His daddy began to fuck at his wife's pussy again, then the whiteness of their gooey cum oozed from her grasping pussylips. In a moment Jonathan lost his hardness, then his limp cock slipped from Barbara's slushy membranes. Globs of mingled jism gushed from her gaping snatch to slide into the crack of her ass, then Tom felt himself getting sick. He felt like puking all over the goddamned dining room, but what good would it do? It wouldn't change the fact that Jonathan and Barbara had fucked each other. No! He wouldn't puke! He'd just get the hell out of there.

Without taking one swallow of his coffee he threw the cup against the wall, splattering coffee and pieces of cup all over the place, then glared at their surprised faces like some kind of madman

"Fuck, Goddamn it, fuck!" he screamed, angrily clinching his fists. "Daddy and daughter-in-law-that makes a damned good fucking team, and both of you are good at it. Why dont you just fuck each other to death you have my permission, because I don't give a good Goddamn what happens to either of you."

Jonathan and Barbara watched Tom storm out of the house, then they heard the tires of his car squeal as he sped out of the driveway. They looked at each other, then the blood drained from their faces as they sat at the table. They didn't even bother to put on their clothes.