Vivian lay there quietly, eventually becoming aware of Andy's deep slow breaths. She curled up closer against his sleeping body and waited for her exhaustion to have the same effect on her. But it was a few moments before she could relax enough.
She kept remembering David, the life they had before the split-up, the reasons for the final explosion that had brought on the divorce. After all that had happened to her in one day's time, she had started seein things in an entirely different light.
There had been so many harsh words, so many ugly accusations. The last few nights that they had slept together had been a study in coldness and anger. David had tried to talk at first, but had soon given up entirely on reconciling their problems. In the end, he had started sleeping on the couch in the den. One day, he came home from work and announced to her that he was moving out of the house altogether, since she didn't seem to be interested in talking their problems out.
A week later, she filed for divorce. He hadn't bothered to contest the action, failing to even show up in court. Vivian had sat there, hearing her attorney file for divorce on the grounds of desertion, knowing that the problem had started so much earlier, remembering when she made the discovery that had acted as a wedge between herself and the man she had loved so desperately at one time.
Vivian had dropped Andy off at one of his friends' house to stay for the night. She had been planning on going to the store, but once there she had found that she had come out without her checkbook. Once back home, she had pulled the checkbook out of the drawer of the roll-top desk in the living room. It was then that she heard strange sounds coming from her husband's den.
The door was partially open. If she hadn't glanced through the open doorway, she would have walked right into the room. As it was, she stood frozen in her tracks at the scene before her. Many times before, Vivian had tried to mention diplomatically to her husband that she thought he and Christy were perhaps a bit too close for a father and daughter. The man had always shrugged it off as if her fears were nothing, as if their attention to each other was nothing more than affection.
Suddenly, the woman learned the truth of the relationship between her daughter and husband, and she nearly cried out as she saw the two.
Christy had perched herself on her father's lap and wrapped her arms round the handsome man's neck. Her face was against the side of David's face, and as Vivian looked on in horror she saw her daughter kissing and tonguing her father's ear.
David groaned softly, his hand moving up to cup one of his daughter's firm young tits softly through the material of the tube top she had been wearing.
"Play with my tits, Daddy," the young girl moaned softly into David's ear. "I get so horny to feel your hands on me."
With that, the beautiful young redhead reached down to tug at her tube top until it slid away from the sweet mounds of her tits. Vivian could see that her daughter's pink-fleshed nipples had already grown hard and rubbery beneath her father's hands.
David cupped up one firm tit and then the other, squeezing and stroking at the teenaged tit meat. He twisted Christy's nipples, pulling them away from the swollen areolas until Vivian found herself realizing exactly what her daughter was going through. She had felt it often enough to know how David's hands could feel, how well he knew the ways to make a woman's body come alive with hunger.
"Do my pussy, Daddy," the young girl pleaded as she squirmed on her father's lap. "I want to feel your fingers in my pussy."
Christy raised her body slightly, giving David room to slide the tight shorts down over the roundness of her ass. Next came the thin bikini panties that the girl was wearing. In the instant that her daughter raised herself from her father's lap, Vivian saw the hard mound of David's cock pressing upward against the material of his slacks. She knew the feel of that hot cock meat pressing into her own ass.
As the girl lowered herself again, she opened her sweet thighs, and Vivian saw the fine red hairs of her daughter's cunt already wet with juice.
David slid his hand down across his daughter's belly, and the woman noticed the silent shiver of pleasure that shot through the teenager's body from the touch of his palm on her firm young flesh. Finally, the man's hand slid between his daughter's legs. As he began fingering the girl's clit and sliding his fingers between the swollen greasy cunt lips, his other hand came up to capture a tit and squeeze it up in a punishing grip.
"Oh, yessss, Daddy," Christy sighed softly as her father's hands roamed her young and yearning body. "Finger me, Daddy. Make a woman of me, Daddy. Teach me how to please you."
The familiar words, the words she had spoken herself as a young woman, struck at Vivian's heart like a dagger. It was all she could do at the time to keep from screaming her outrage at the two. She wanted to run, to flee from the horror and betrayal of what she was witnessing it in her own home. But her body refused to move. It was as if she had been glued to the spot and condemned to witness everything.
In short order, Christy's pleading voice turned into a soft whimpering cry. Mewling noises of pleasure rose from the back of the girl's throat as her lips were buried in her father's neck. Suddenly, the youngster's back arched sharply. Her hair flew back wildly as she humped on her father's finger. Vivian saw her daughter's lust-blinded eyes staring upward, seeing nothing except the dreams of her own lust.
Finally, Christy's convulsions died away, and she put her small hand across her father's to still his dancing fingers.
"Ooooh, stop now, Daddy. It's too sensitive," Christy pleaded.
Teasingly, David gave his daughter's cunt another tug, and the teenager nearly leaped off his lap at the touch.
"No, no," she said softly, raising herself and planting a long wet-tongued kiss on her father's lips. "Now it's your turn."
"Oh yeah?" David teased, cupping the young girl's tit again as she slid off his lap to sit beside him on the couch. "And just what do you think you're going to do to your old dad?"
"Oh, that's easy," she said, smiling lecherously as she reached down to unzip her father's pants and unsnap the waistband.
In an instant, she had pulled the man's huge cock out of his pants. Vivian felt her breath catch in her throat as she saw her daughter's small pale hand clutch the thick cock shaft. His prick was so large that Christy was unable to wrap her fingers all the way around.
"I know what, my daddy always likes," the girl said, bending down to press her full red lips against his engorged cockhead. "My daddy likes to have his cock sucked by his little girl."
Vivian was horrified by what she was watching. Christy's wet pink tongue slid out from between her lips and brushed teasingly against the very tip of David's cock, and the woman heard her husband moan softly at the feeling.
No! the woman almost shouted aloud, but she found that her throat seemed to be closed with emotions of outrage and frustration. It's too big for her. She'll choke on it if she tries to put the whole thing in her mouth. A moment later, Vivian realized that her baby daughter was not a stranger to cock-sucking.
Christy's beautiful young lips smeared across the man's prick-knob, and then they opened farther than Vivian would have imagined possible. An instant later, the girl pulled the head of her father's cock into her hot young mouth.
"Yeah, honey," David groaned. "Eat me. Suck your daddy's cock."
The woman watched as her daughter's lovely young face moved up and dawn, accepting the raging shaft of her father's prick farther and farther into the wet depths of her mouth. She was amazed as more and more of David's thick cock shaft disappeared between his daughter's drooling lips. It made her think of sword swallowers in carnivals. She couldn't imagine where the whole length was going, but Christy just kept going down and gobbling more of David's thick slab of cock meat until her face was totally impaled by the immensity of her father's prick.
My God, Vivian thought, she must have taken the knob all the way down into her throat. Even as the thought passed through her mind, the woman saw that her daughter's lovely face was rooting in the thick blond hairs that grew around the base of the man's cock.
"Oh yeah, baby," David grunted as Christy began sliding her mouth up and down on the length of his prick shaft. "Nobody sucks my cock like my little girl."
Vivian heard grunting animal noises rising from her daughter's cock stuffed lips. David's hand slid down across his daughter's naked back, moving down into the crack of her ass. Suddenly, Vivian heard loud moans and grunts coming from Christy, and she knew instinctively that the man had fucked his thick middle finger up the girl's tight itching shitter.
The man suddenly reached around and under his daughter's body and grabbed her tit with his free, hand. In this position, it stopped being a case of Christy just sucking off her father. Instead, David was frantically fucking at his daughter's face, spearing his thick slab of cockmeat in and out of the girl's mouth.
Vivian had known that feeling, as well. The first time it had happened, it had frightened her for a moment. But after only seconds of David's hand on her tit and his finger jabbing up her ass, she had become lost in the lust madness of having her man fucking her face. She had loved the feeling of being taken that way, of having her body used.
Now it was happening to her daughter, and the woman found herself torn between outrage at her husband's actions, and the feelings of lust that the scene aroused between her own legs. Vivian found herself standing there rubbing her tit, her other hand, having raised her skin, was rubbing at her own cunt through the thin material of her panties.
No, she thought, this can't be happening. But she was unable to stop her own desperate frigging of her pussy.
Suddenly, the woman saw her husband's hard strong body stiffen, and she knew instinctively what was about to happen. So did Christy. As David's body arched, the young girl pulled her face back until only the head of her father's cock was fucking in and out of her mouth. In that instant, the first blast of scalding cum exploded from the quivering tip of the man's prick.
Vivian could almost taste his cum, herself. It was then that she realized that she had cum all over herself. Her panties had been soaked with her own cunt cream, and the woman felt it running down the inside of her thigh as she stood against the half-open door in the darkness of the hall.
At the same time, she knew that David's load of cum had been too much for Christy to swallow. Vivian saw thick streams of greasy cum that dripped and ran from each corner of her daughter's wide-stretched lips. The rivulets of jism ran down and across Christy's chin, dripping down onto David's thigh as he continued pumping their daughter's mouth full of his cum.
She could, remember that feeling, too. She had never in her life imagined that any one man could produce as much cum as David's balls put out.
Shortly, the man's body dropped back against the couch, his breath coming in short gasps. Christy went on for some moments, sucking and milking her father's cock for every last drop of the jism that she loved to eat. Then the girl lapped and cleaned the drippings from his thighs and cock hairs.
As Vivian turned to leave her place by the door, she saw Christy rise from her father's crotch. The look of love and shared lust in the young girl's eyes was too much for the woman to bear. Her daughter's cheeks were glistening with cum and spit.
The older woman was unable to stand there any longer. Somehow, she had a feeling the two were far from finished. She didn't want to see the girl suck her father's cock back into hardness, couldn't stand to see her daughter lie back on the couch with her legs spread to accept her dad's cock into the red-furred slit of her tender pussy.
That night had marked the beginning of the end of Vivian and David. That had been the first night of coldness between them, when the very slightest touch of David's hand on her body had been enough to make her pull away from the man.
Now, as she lay beside Andy, Vivian remembered these moments as if they had only just happened. As she recalled the scene that she had thought of as betrayal, the beautiful woman began feeling empty and aching for the man who had once been so important to her life. And she started crying softly as she realized how hurt he must have been at her coldness and lack of understanding.
Andy stirred from sleep and felt her curled up against his left side, her back turned. Before going to sleep, the boy rolled over onto his side and curled his body against Vivian. His left arm was under her head, acting as a pillow. His right arm was draped protectively over her right side, the boy's hand barely cupped over her left tit as if the love and warmth of his body could defend the fragile heart that pounded beneath her flesh.