Shortly after Alice began sucking Bob's big prick, Karen pulled away from her vantage point outside the bedroom door. She would like to have seen the balance of the act, but knew this wouldn't work out. Bob was only human. She had to carry out the plan. She zipped downstairs, picked up the phone and dialed the number of the lodge. Without much delay, she got Daddy on the phone.
Keeping her voice from~ showing too much excitement, she said, "Daddy! Come home quick! Something's happening!" She hung up to avoid his questions.
She then went outside to await his arrival. It would be in a few minutes. The lodge wasn't far away.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jim braked his car to a screeching halt in the driveway in front of the garage. His heart was pounding. His face was pale. Karen's urgent message had troubled him. He wished she hadn't hung up so quickly. He wished she'd been more explicit. On the short ride home from the lodge, he'd conjured up all kinds of terrible things that. could've happened. House on fire. An accident. Sudden sickness. His mind had run the gauntlet of fears.
Karen was waiting for him in the driveway. She stood beside the car door, holding it closed. He relaxed. At least his little daughter was safe. He tried getting out of the car, but she held the door closed.
"What happened? Why'd you call me?" His voice was shaky.
Karen replied, frying to keep her voice calm. "It's Alice and Bob," she blurted.
He paled. "Something's happened to them? An accident?" He pushed against the car door.
"Nothing like that, Daddy!" The words tumbled from her lips. "I was at Angie's. I came home a few minutes ago. I heard a noise in your bedroom. I peeked in." She paused for dramatic effect.
"And?"
"Bob was in your bedroom-with Alice!" She whispered the words.
"So?"
"They were naked!"
"What?" Disbelief flooded his handsome face. "What're you trying to tell me?"
"I… I… think they were making love, Daddy!" she blurted.
"Why-that bitch! That bastard! My own son! My own wife!" He shoved roughly against the car door and tumbled out. Righting himself, he headed for the door. "I'll kill 'em! So help me, I'll clobber 'em." He doubled his fists and bounded into the house.
Karen, suddenly alarmed at what anger she had wrought, grabbed his arm. She swung him around. They were in the kitchen. "Hold it, Daddy!" she said firmly. "Don't get mad."
"Why shouldn't I'?" He tried pulling loose from her grasp.
Sucking in a deep breath, Karen unloaded her trump card. "Remember what happened a few weeks ago, Daddy?"
"What?" He frowned.
"When Alice barged in and caught you in bed with me?"
Some of the rage ebbed. He unclenched his fists. "Yeah, I see what you mean."
"Maybe," Karen said quickly, "this is her way of getting even with you for what you did to me."
"Could be."
His face was very thoughtful when he headed toward the steps leading upstairs. All thoughts of quick vengeance were wiped from his mind. His overwhelming urge to beat them both to a pulp subsided. He could hardly do that, not after what he had done to his own daughter. With the ebbing of his rage, a calculating look came to his face.
He paused outside his bedroom door. He listened. Karen had been so right. He peered in. Alice had gotten past the cock-sucking stage. She was now flat on her back on the bed. Bob was on top of her. He was fucking her!
Jim shoved Karen toward her bedroom.
"I'll handle this, Karen. You go to your room," he whispered.
Karen pouted. "But I want to see
"I said, go to your room!" He pushed against her fanny and sent her on her way.
She went reluctantly and poutingly. She wanted to be in on the big moment.
He watched until his daughter disappeared into her room. He then peeked back into the room. He watched his son in action. A wave of admiration welled up inside him. Bob was giving a good account of himself His son was a chip off the old block. He sure knew how to handle himself.
Jim could clearly hear the fucking words being uttered by the loving duo on the bed. He could hear the bed squeaking from the torrid action as his son rammed his cock into Alice.
"Fuck it to me, Bob!" screamed Alice, bouncing her pussy up and down to meet Bob's eager thrusts.
"Yes, yes, Mother!" squealed Bob, pounding cock into the wonderful cunt. "Am I doing it right?" he asked, keeping up the illusion of innocence.
"Yes. It's perfect," encouraged Alice, wrapping her lovely legs around his and pulling him in deeper and deeper. "Fuck me, Son! Fuck me good!" she wailed.
Bob bounced around on top of his voluptuous stepmother. He meshed against her big titties. He pressed a few hot kisses onto her hot lips in between his up and down movements. He shoved his enormous rod far into her pussy. AU his pent-up desires, his inner lust came to the fore. Ever since his dad had brought
Alice home a couple years ago and announced he'd married her, Bob had had a deep, inner feeling that someday he'd like to get into her panties. Now he was. The thought drove him ape. His prick had never been this hard before.
The few girls he had screwed were nothing compared to this lush woman under him. This experienced, beautiful hunk of woman, with her enormous tits, and a cunt that was out of this world.
"I love fucking!" he squealed. "You've got the nicest cunt, Mother!"
"And you have such a big cock, Son!"
"Is it as big as Dad's?"
"Just about, I guess…" The words trailed from her 11ps. Her eyes bugged wide. Her mouth gaped.
Bob, on top, and unaware of the interruption, kept trying to pound cock into his suddenly unmoving target. He frowned. "C'mon, Alice, keep moving I'm almost ready to come…" Seeing her eyes staring past him, he ceased operations and peered around. He, too, suddenly became immobile and his eyes filled with shock and surprise.
Jim, a taut smile on his face, peered down at the fucking pair. He shook his head and clucked his tongue. He uttered not a word. His eyes were filled with sorrow and despair.
Bob, with the resiliency of youth, was the first to recover from his shock. He uncoupled from the wonderful cunt he'd been pouring cock into. He leaped from the bed as though he'd been jabbed in the ass with a needle. His face crimson, he gulped.
"Dad!"
Alice was next to regain some of her composure. Having lost the cock in her cunt, she quickly snapped her legs together and tried covering her nakedness with the bedspread.
"Jim! What're you doing home? So early?"
Jim, enjoying their discomfort, and now in complete control of his emotions, stared. Karen's reminder to him that he'd been caught in the act a few weeks ago had sobered his angered thoughts. It had given him time to think, and a chance to review the situation.
He assumed a posture of deep anger and shock. He clenched and unclenched his fists. He continued to stare sorrowfully at the guilty pair.
"My own son! My own wife!" He got as much despair and anguisl5i into his voice as he could muster.
"Gee, Dad," Bob said, backing toward the door. This was the part of Karen's plan he'd dreaded facing up to. He kept a wary eye on Jim's clenched fists. He hastily groped around in his mind for the explanation he'd planned on using at this vital moment.
"I… I… er… it isn't exactly what it seems to be." He tried forcing a wan smile.
"Isn't it?" Jim removed his glaring glance from Alice and bestowed it on Bob. "My own son!" he croaked.
"But Dad-"
Jim halted the boy's words. "Go to your room. Now!" He pointed.
"Yes, sir!" Bob, glad to be relieved of the responsibility of coming up with an explanation, hastily picked up his discarded clothes and ducked from the room. He closed the door behind him with a sigh of relief.
Jim turned his anguished glance back to his en-ant wife. He shook his head, still pretending shock and dismay. "My own son! My own wife!"
Alice gathered the bedspread about her, as if shutting off the view of her nakedness would shut out the terrible thing she'd done.