I want to go to church with Harold's grandparents. They live in Denton and they invited me to stay over on Saturday nights. They'll bring me back on Sunday night. Mom probably won't like it, but I want that. I want Jesus back in my life, now more than ever, and Harold's grandparents are so sweet and nice, so loving and giving. I want to spend that time with them each week and some Wednesday evenings. Make Mom understand, please."
This threw him. The three born-again phases had put their home life and their routines in turmoil and put a huge crimp in Sue's activities. She hated those times when her daughter thumped bibles and would cover her eyes on entering the house and hearing strangers or sucky fuck noises. Heather knew her mother would be difficult. Jack knew it too.
He thought for a while, then said, "Heather, your mother will pitch a bitch about this."
"I know, that's why I want you to handle it. I swear, this time, I won't preach or be a prude.
Daddy, tell her that if she allows me this time with Cora and John, Harold's grandparents, she can molest me all she wants and I won't ever complain or refuse to do anything. I'll be like a sex slave. That's what she really wants, a sexy little girl sex slave."
"And that would be okay with you and Jesus?"
"Sure. Mom can have my body; Jesus can have my soul."
"Where would that put us, you and me?"
Heather climbed on top and straddled his waist, bringing her nose to his while rubbing her wet cunt on his lower abdomen as she said, "It puts us in bed together doing nasty things if you're a good boy. Remember, I'm her sex slave.
I fuck who or what she tells me to fuck."
"And that's okay with Jesus?"
"It's in the Ten Commandments, silly. Honor and obey thy father and mother.
He'd be pissed if I didn't."
"It says father and mother."
"That's right. Fight over me if you want, but I'll obey both of you. I have to.
You guys will have to decide who gives the orders. I think Mom will win. I don't know, though. You can get your own pussy, now. You have Dawn; besides, you can rape me at will. She can't say or do anything about it if she's molesting me, too. You just need pictures. That shouldn't be hard to get. She loves taking pictures. Just look around. She took twenty just… uh, never mind. I shouldn't be ratting on her."
"So, she has molested you before, has she?"
"Daddy, I can't honor her by ratting on her, so forget it. Like I said, just look around."
"I already found them, Heather."
"Well, there you go. She has nothing on you and you earn all the money. Now, she has to be a good girl or you won't share me, will you?"
"Heather, why do I get the sneaking suspicion that you're playing games with us?"
"I don't know. Why do you think that?"
"For one, you're trying to get my soft dick up your snatch."
"Christians get horny, too.
We're not perfect. We don't have to be perfect, just saved. I'm already saved, three times saved. I'm now working on celestial jewels for my celestial crown.
I'm not much into jewels. Fuck crowns, I need hard cocks; fuck sparkling jewels, I need glistening sperm. I want my daddy's glistening sperm deep in my holy cunt.
I want my father's sperm to create an incestuous bastard in my fucking womb."
"God damn, Heather!"
"Ah, now we're getting hard… ummm, yes, oh boy are you ever hard! Oh, you nasty daddy.
You want to get your own daughter pregnant with your baby, don't you? Oh, you wicked, wicked man, you."
"Heather, you little bitch!"
"That's horny little bitch, and this horny little bitch is horniest for her father's cock.
You're fucked, Daddy. You love this tight, young pussy I have between my legs.
You have to have it, don't you? Well, I have news for you. This pussy owns your cock and your cock can't satisfy the demands of this one pussy much less take on the job of getting your secretary pregnant. You're going to have to hire a stud for that job. I'm staking my claim on every sperm cell you can produce, and with school out, I can get on a bus and visit you in your office any time I want. I'd like to see you resist me in a short skirt and no panties with my cute titties showing, me standing there all cute and sexy with a finger in my pussy, going, 'Daddy, I'm horny.' You can't and you know it."
"Oh, god, you little she devil.
I'm cumming, Heather. Oh fuck, I don't believe it. Eight times in one fucking night. You're already killing me."
Heather, laughing, rode up and down on the weakly dribbling cock. It wasn't much of an ejaculation but sperm was sperm. She milked his cock with her pussy but his dick became soft very quickly and fell out unexpectedly.
Heather rolled off and to her side.
She fondled the limp wet dick, saying, "Poor little guy.
He looks all fucked out, Daddy."
"He was all fucked out at eight this evening after three orgasms. This was number eight."
"I wouldn't brag about it.
You hardly gave me a teaspoonful of sperm, and I'll bet it was mostly fluid.
That last pathetic load must have had a two digit sperm count. I need a lot more than that to conceive an incestuous bastard."
"You want that, huh?"
"Don't you? The idea sure makes your dick hard. Wouldn't I look cute ballooned out to here with your baby growing in my womb, my titties out to here, bursting with mother's milk, waddling around the house in the nude going, 'Mommy, look what Daddy did to me. I can hardly walk and I can't reach my pussy to masturbate; besides, there's no room in there for my dildo. Daddy's bastard is taking up all the room. Would you please eat me out and make me cum, please, pretty please!' "
"You do go on, don't you, Madam Fantasy?"
Heather laughed, "It could happen. The question is, do you want it to happen.
I'm willing.