"Get away from me, you old hag," he hissed, grabbing her by the hair and jerking her face off his cock. "I haven't got time for that nonsense right now."
Rebecca was nearly in tears as Jack took his shower, dressed, then headed to the lumber yard without saying another word to her.
Rebecca quieted her trembling nerves with a shot of scotch, then dressed and went downstairs. She found Symphony sipping coffee, dressed unusually casual in cut-off jeans and a strap-sleeved T-shirt.
"What's wrong?"
"What makes you think something is wrong?"
"Because you're not normally such a bitch in the morning."
Rebecca's anger instantly flared up. Her first reaction was to slap Symphony across the face for being so disrespectful. But then she realized that she had indeed been bitchy to her daughter for no apparent reason.
"I'm sorry. Jack said some cruel things to me this morning and I'm taking it out on you." Rebecca sat down at the kitchen table next to Symphony and lit a cigarette. "Damn him! Sometimes he's the most fantastic husband in the world and then, almost in the same breath, he'll become the lousiest mother-fucking sonofabitch you'd ever not want to meet!"
"Don't let him get you down, Mom," Symphony said. "He's just got his ways about him, that's all."
Rebecca took a long look at Symphony, then suddenly noticed that the white T-shirt did little or nothing to hide the incredibly full swell of her tits, and even highlighted the pointed nipples. On closer inspection, Rebecca could plainly make out the brown circles of Symphony's areolas.
"Wearing that T-shirt with your figure is like wearing nothing at all."
"Why else do you think I'm wearing it?" Symphony's eyes locked with her mother's, challenging. "Don't think I'm a sweet little virgin, Mom. I love to fuck and suck just as much as you do."
Rebecca was dumbfounded. Her lips moved, but no words came out. Sure, she knew her daughter wasn't the most innocent of girls, but she never dreamed she'd hear Symphony talking so bluntly, so crudely. Rebecca took a long look at Symphony. She saw how the T-shirt fit her shapely upper body tightly, the T-shirt several sizes smaller than it should have been. The bottom of the shirt stopped a couple inches above Symphony's cut-offs, revealing her navel and a thin strip of tanned stomach. And the cut-offs were almost like a denim bikini. And, to make matters worse, the jeans fit her like a second skin, highlighting the pleasant curve of Symphony's ass.
"So what have you got planned for today?" Rebecca asked, not altogether sure she wanted to know the answer.
"Nothing special, but I thought fucking would be in order."
"Anyone in mind?" Rebecca was amazed at how calm she sounded. The twitching in her pussy suddenly reminded her that she hadn't gotten laid that morning, like she had hoped she would.
"No one special. Just a guy with a cock. Preferably a big cock, but that's not really too important. Just so long as it's hard. That's all I'm really concerned about." Symphony took a cigarette and lit it, studying her mother's face. Rebecca was shocked, all right. Shocked, just like Symphony had hoped she would be. "Take it easy, I'm not going to embarrass the family."
"I never said you were going to, did I?"
"So let's go find someone to fuck."
Once again Rebecca was speechless. She couldn't think of a single thing to say to Symphony. Then, Rebecca nodded her head. Symphony smiled. She was actually going cock-hunting with her own mother. How deliciously erotic it seemed to her!
CHAPTER SIX
Rebecca went to her bedroom to change clothes and, after Symphony had finished her cigarette, she followed. Barging into the bedroom without knocking, Symphony found her mother completely naked, standing in her walk-in closet looking at her clothes.
"I really don't know what to wear," Rebecca said, unconsciously covering her tits with her hands.
Symphony looked at her mom. Strange things were happening in Symphony's mind and she made no attempt to rationalize anything. She was horny. Damn, she was horny! The wild fucking she had gotten from her father the night before had really turned her on and now she wanted more of it. There was something absolutely delicious about getting it on with someone in the family and Symphony wanted more of it. More… more… more…
Symphony looked at her mom's firm body, smiling. Her mother, at thirty-four, had kept herself in excellent shape. Her legs were smoothly tapered. No ugly marks of fat anywhere. Perhaps her ass was a little larger than it needed to be, Symphony mused, but that was okay. Many men liked a big ass. And the tits. Yeah, her tits were fine. Not as large as Symphony's – very few women were so well endowed – but her mom was a big-titted woman just the same.
"Symphony, don't look at me that way," Rebecca said, a cool shiver tickling her spine. "You're making me feel uncomfortable."
Symphony stepped closer and grabbed her mom's wrists, then pulled her hands off the swelling tits. Symphony's eyes took in the brown nipples and her mouth watered. She could hear her mom's hoarse breathing, sensed how her mother was powerless against her.
Bending forward, Symphony caught one pointed nipple between her full lips. She sucked on the little bud, flicking her tongue back and forth over it while her lips chewed lightly. Then she worked her way slowly down the inside slope of the tit to the other nipple. Her tongue left a saliva trail from one nipple to the next. Symphony sucked, pulling her lips back to nip at the bud with her teeth. She heard her mom groan and felt her struggle weakly, trying to free her hands.
"Symphony, don't do this," Rebecca groaned quietly. "This is wrong. All wrong."
Symphony bared her teeth and bit the nipple in her mouth, causing her mom to squirm uncomfortably. It wasn't really painful, but it wasn't like Symphony's tender caresses, either.
"Ouch! You're hurting me!"
"Then don't try and deny me." Symphony's eyes held that now-familiar challenge. The power-trip that her father was on had rubbed off on her and she liked it. "Sure, you're older than I am, but I know more about fucking around than you do. Hell, besides Dad, how many lovers have you had?"
When her mom didn't answer, Symphony made a move to bite her nipple again.
"Two! Shell and Bob. Just those two!"
"Well, I can't count how many cocks I've sucked in my life or how many guys I've fucked. That makes me the experienced one and you the beginner, doesn't it?"
Rebecca nodded. Symphony's lips curled in a satisfied smile. She was in control now and she liked it. She liked it a lot.
"Now let's find you something to wear." Symphony released her mom's wrists, placing them at her sides so her mother would know better than to hide her tits again. "Something provocative. Something blatantly sensual."
Symphony looked at her mom's clothes, her hand on her chin as she carefully examined each piece of clothing. What would be best? Something suggestive. No, Symphony thought, let's go for the whole thing. No sense in being subtle, let's be blunt!
Jack leaned back in his chair and kicked up his feet. He should have let Rebecca suck him off. So what if she's not as young as she used to be? I'm not as young as I used to be, Jack thought. The notion made him angry and he lit a cigar, chomping down viciously on the tip. He inhaled the smoke deeply and blew a plume of smoke toward the ceiling.
"I've got to fuck a young girl," Jack murmured quietly to himself. The vision of Symphony's beautiful body seemed etched in his mind. First he had jacked off in her hair, looking down at her lovely face. Then he had jacked off on her face, and that experience was one of the greatest of his life. And then, finally, he had fucked her. Fucking his young daughter, he concluded, was the best thing that had ever happened to him.