Laura Hampton drove slowly home in the rain, her mind awhirl with questions.
So much had happened since Thanksgiving. First, her parents separated. Her father, Cal, took an apartment closer to the university, enabling Laura to see him more often. This had its positive points -- the sex was getting better and better -- but also had its drawbacks.
"I don’t want you to be a hooker anymore, Laura," he said as they nestled under the sheets that very morning.
"I'm tired of this discussion, Dad. I'm making too much money to give it up now. Tuition's due in January, and I have car payments to make."
"I'll pay all that," he said, kissing her softly. "I don't want to share you with anyone."
"Would we be in bed right now if I weren't a call girl in the first place?" she reminded him, playing idly with his prick. "I wonder how long you could stand it."
Cal stared at his lovely daughter, her gorgeous young breasts, the contour of her lithe, compact body outlined under the sheets of his bed. Laura's expert fingers were stroking him back to full erection, and he knew she'd win this argument again.
"I can barely stand it now," he muttered as she nibbled on one of his nipples, sending a thrill straight to his balls. Laura could feel his dick stiffening in her hand, and her russet-haired head licked its way down to his rapidly expanding cock.
Cal sighed as Laura's expert lips slid halfway down his hungry shaft. As always, the sight of his daughter's head bobbing up and down on his cock thrilled him and he lay on his back to give her room and to get a better view.
But Laura surprised him by maneuvering her body over his, her hairy, glistening pussy inches above his face. Cal spread Laura's cheeks and lifted his head, his tongue penetrating her vulva, probing for her clit.
Laura huffed a little when he found it, and for a few moments they used their tongues alone. Then Cal reached up and sank a finger into Laura's dark, furry pussy. Working tongue and fingers together, he soon recognized the familiar twitches and puffing sounds of pending orgasm.
Laura lifted her head from Cal's dick as the first orgasm hit.
"That's it, Daddy! Harder! Oh, yes!"
Cal redoubled his efforts as his lovely daughter thrashed about on top of him, her hot breathing wafting over his dick even as she came again.
"Oh, Daddy, you're the best!" she sighed as she came down from her intense orgasmic high. Able to breathe now, she took Cal's cock back into her mouth, holding it steady with one hand and gently, proficiently stimulating his balls with her long, sharp fingernails.
Laura's tongue tickled the eye of his cock even as she teased the sperm that would soon erupt from it. There it was, that extra stiffening, the sure sign that Cal was getting ready to--
"Come! Oh, honey! Make me come!"
Laura obliged, swallowing each hot spurt of semen as it splashed across her eager tongue. Down she went for more; he was her Daddy, and she always did her best for him, whether in the classroom or in the bedroom.
Once he finished, Cal surprised her with a sudden plunge of his fingers into her pussy.
"Daddy, what are … ohhh, Daddy," she cooed as he manipulated her into one more orgasm.
Afterward, Laura lay next to her father, her soft brown hair spilled across his shoulder.
"When can I see you again?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said. "Finals are coming up, and I've got studying to do."
But that wasn't the reason. Laura had heard very little from her mother or brother since Thanksgiving; since that hostile embrace her mother Marjorie had given her when she and Cal left, in fact. Cal denied telling Marjorie about their relationship: in fact, he told Laura, Marjorie's reason for the separation was that she needed some time by herself, and that maybe the marriage wasn't over after all.
So it must have been Tim, even after she swore the horny little bastard to secrecy. But what had he told Mom? she wondered. Maybe Mom didn't know about her other life at all. What if she just heard me with Tim? She might save the situation, but if that's true, why kick Dad out? And why hasn't Tim at least sent me an e-mail?
Laura didn't want to lose her mother for the sake of her father. She had to know what was going on. Luckily, business was a little slow right now, and Professor Johnson, who ran the operation, said it was all right for her to take the weekend off. She felt bad about not telling Cal, but she didn't want to take a chance that he might do something, well, stupid.
The rain poured down harder as Laura swung her car into the driveway. She was barely able to keep her feet dry as she tippy-toed into the house through the garage door. The rain was coming down so hard that it drowned out the noise of the door opening.
Even though it was only eight o'clock, no one seemed to be home. Yet Marjorie's car was in the driveway. Laura moved quietly through the first floor of the house; nobody in the kitchen, or the living room, or what had been Cal's den.
Then she heard voices upstairs. One of the voices was Tim's, the other muffled. Padding softly on the steps, avoiding the step that always squeaked, she heard the familiar sound of her brother in full rut. To Laura's expert ear, it was obvious that someone was giving Tim a blow job.
Mom must be away for the weekend, Laura thought. They're in her bedroom. I hope he's smart enough to change the sheets before she comes back. I wonder who she is?
The door was open, and the room lit by a single soft nightstand lamp. Moving down the darkened hallway, she saw her naked brother sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes closed as a woman's head bobbled on his prick.
The woman wore a black lace teddy and high heels; Laura herself had an outfit like that. As Laura tiptoed closer, she recognized the thick, dark halo of hair lit softly by the lamp, the familiar swimmer's figure, the long legs of the model she had been in her twenties, the shiny black heels she wore for special occasions.
Oh, my God, thought Laura, it's Mom! Mom's giving Tim a blow job! How long has this been going on?
Incredulous, Laura stared for a moment, and then stepped away.
Tim, meanwhile, began to bounce his hips on his mother's bed, humping his dick deep into her face.
Marjorie lifted her head for a moment and looked at her handsome son, tan and muscular, masturbating him with one hand and herself with the other. She smiled as she noticed the brick red lipstick smears she'd left along his six-inch shaft.
