No, no, I tried to get ahold of myself. It can't be Ernie. It's just a coincidence. It has to be. Cocks aren't like fingerprints-there can be two that are the same.
A coincidence? Then how could I explain away what happened next.
He was getting ready to come and pulled his tensed hard-on out of Susan's mouth. Then stroking it in mid-air, he jacked himself off the rest of the way to orgasm.
It was when he removed his hand, and his straining prick released its creamy load into Susan's eagerly awaiting face that I stopped kidding myself and smacked straight into the brick wall of reality. I'd have known that spurting cock anywhere.
Yes, it was her father coming hard in Susan's face. Spraying her girlish features with thick male gruel that trickled down her chin and dampened her blouse against her heaving breasts.
It was Susan telling her father that his cum was so sweet that she wanted more of it right away. "Oh, fuck me!" she cried, tearing her skirt from her body and opening her legs. "Fuck me in the ass this time!"
I had to stop it. Forgetting all about the fact I was nude, I marched into the living room for the biggest showdown of my life. "Leave your daughter alone, Ernie!"
I was expecting him to jump like he'd just stepped on a stingray. Instead he was as cool as a cucumber. "Long time, no see, Carol," he drawled.
"What's going on?" our confused daughter wanted to know.
I couldn't call myself her mother if I spared her the truth. "This man you've been having sex with is your father," I laid it on the line. "Still want him to fuck you in the ass, Susan?"
She looked at me incredulously, then shifted her astonished gaze to Ernie. Her face was such a blank that it was impossible to tell which way she would go.
"Daddy!" she finally settled it with a girlish squeal, her face splitting into a big grin. "Is Mom telling the truth-is it really you?"
Ernie played the ensuing silence to the hilt. Obviously he relished returning to the traditional masculine role of the familiar center of attention. The way Susan was reacting to him, I might as well have not even been there.
"I told you I have a little girl named Susan," Ernie finally removed all doubt of his identity.
"Oh, Daddy!" Susan gushed excitedly. "Just think, you came in me twice before I even knew who you were. I could feel special vibes from you, though, right from the first-"
"The first time you ever saw my cock," he leeringly interrupted her, still as conceited as ever.
"Right on!" Susan whooped. "I've never told a soul, but in my dreams I've always fantasized about my father's cock. But I never guessed my dreams would come true."
At this point I was ready to give up sadly I realized there was nothing I could do to stop them. What was happening made me ill, but there was nothing I could realistically do about it.
Susan was a young woman now, old beyond her years. Carrying a child. Sexually responsive in every way. It was time for her to make up her own mind about which parent she preferred to go to bed with.
Like a bitch in heat, my daughter was down on all fours now, opening her ass to her father's twitching boner. The scarlet blotch of her beautiful young anus stuck out like a fresh strawberry. It was a sight no normal, red-blooded American male could resist.
I would have walked away right then and there, but there was something I had to know before I left my husband and daughter to their own devices. A question that had to be answered, or it would torment me forever.
"Ernie," I wearily reasserted my presence, "just one thing before you go ahead with Susan."
"Yeah, sure, Carol. What is it?" he responded.
"What are you doing in Serendipity? Did you come here by chance, or were you looking for us?"
"I've been looking for the both of you ever since I got back from Alaska and found out Susan had left the boarding school and you'd sold the house," he said. "I hired a private detective, and he finally tracked you down here. The first opportunity I had, I took a trucking job that would get me to this neck of the woods."
"And your accident?"
"I'd been living on Benzedrine to keep ahead of schedule so I could make a swing over before I delivered my cargo. It got the best of me and I lost control of my rig just outside of town. But I'll tell you-if I'd known in advance how I was going to run into my little girl in the hospital, I'd have done it on purpose. When I saw the way Susan reacted to my cock, I thanked God that I crashed."
"Then you never remarried," I concluded.
"Nope," he laughed kind of boyishly. "How about you, Carol, did you ever find anybody else?"
Because of our impromptu conversation, Ernie was ignoring Susan's invitingly spread buns. She didn't like it one bit. When Ernie wondered if I had had relationships with any other men after him, Susan interrupted and answered for me.
"No, she hates men," she venomously spat. "No man's good enough for her-she's such a dyke. And she's trying to turn me into a lesbian, too. I got pregnant just to show her I was straight no matter how hard she tried to make me like her."
I reeled as though I had been struck with a series of crunching blows. Susan had never spoken to me with such hostility.
What had happened was obvious. Confronted with the father who had never had enough time for her as a child, she was now determined to win his love and approval at any cost.
No matter how much it hurt her mother.
"Daddy!" Susan whined irritably. "Pay attention to me, not that dried-up old bitch."
"I'm talking to your mother," Ernie tried to shush her, showing me more courtesy than he ever had during our marriage.
"Like hell you are, if I have anything to say about it," she hissed, and kicked his shin. "If you think I'm going to let that dyke come between us, you're dead wrong!"
"Go ahead and fuck her," I said, resolving Ernie's dilemma, feeling thoroughly defeated. "You might as well give her what she wants. It's certainly clear now that I haven't been able to."
"What about you, Carol?" Ernie asked.
"I feel like a third wheel," I sighed. "I think I'll go out for some air.
Ernie started to say something, but Susan kicked him again and made him yowl instead of speak. By the time he got his bearings, I'd grabbed a coat and was gone from the house.
I walked around the block several times, trying to think things out. My conclusion was always the same: there was no place for me in a relationship involving my husband and daughter. I just couldn't stand to share Susan.
Noticing that I was passing by the house for the fourth or fifth time, I decided to go up on the porch and peek through the window. Something told me that it was the last time I'd ever see my child or her father again.
As I expected, they'd lost no time in getting down to business once I was out of the house. Ernie's stiff 'cock was plowing like a farm implement up the furrow of Susan's ass. She was screaming from a triple combination of pain, joy, and triumph.
He bucked and came in her. The excess jizz foamed from her anus and poured down the backs of her legs. Then Ernie pulled out his still-spurting hard-on and sprayed the last of his goo all over her back and buns. When Susan flopped over, he smeared the final globs all over the erotic slope of her pregnant belly.
I'd finally seen enough. Turning toward the street, I left the house without looking back.
This time I traveled the road going out of town. When I eventually glanced over my shoulder, the lights of Serendipity were glowing specks in the darkness.
At least, I consoled myself, I'd had over sixteen years with Susan, almost three with her all to myself. I'd seen her grow up-become a woman before my eyes, with a child of her own growing inside her to prove it.
No one could take away my memories of how close I had been to my daughter. But it was clearly her father's turn to love her now, and I wouldn't stand in the way of the inevitable.
I was wondering what the world held for me when the asphalt beneath my feet began to hum from an approaching vehicle. When it caught up with me, the grizzled driver of the battered pick-up truck slammed on his brakes and poked his head out the window.