If only she could be as sure of her mother's feelings as she was of her own, Janet thought, then she'd definitely do something about it. That's why she started eavesdropping when the door was ajar, and she saw that Sandra was alone in her bedroom, poring over an old family album.
"Oh, why do I still love you, Charley Hall?" Sandra gulped, obviously looking at an old photograph of her ex-husband. "You treated me like dirt, but if you came back tomorrow I'd let you turn me into your whore all over again."
Now Sandra was openly sobbing. Janet wanted to go in and kiss away her mother's tears, comfort her, tell her that somebody understood. But Janet held back, fearing that her sympathy would be rejected, as much as her mother might yearn for it down deep. Janet sensed that although her mother might be able to tearfully confess to herself that Charley Hall still owned her pussy after so long, she probably wasn't ready to admit it to anyone else.
Still and all, though, Janet was convinced, something had to be done. If her mother were to be confronted with the reality rather than the memory of the past, perhaps she'd be finally cured of her hangups. It was a longshot, but Janet decided it was worth a try. If her father was more than a ghost, she'd find him.
The next day Janet cut school and began her search. The trail of Charley Hall was sketchy, but there were clues here and there in the various old records and newspapers available. The best one was that he'd been in business with a man named Cooper, who still lived in town. Janet lost no time in looking him up.
"Sure, I remember Charley Hall," Cooper told her. "How could I forget him? A man who leaves town owing you money, then pays it back almost twenty years later is somebody who sticks in your mind."
"You've heard from him lately?" Janet gasped.
"Sure enough," Cooper confirmed. He rummaged through a stack of papers and handed her a letter post-marked six months before. The return address named a town less than a hundred miles away.
Janet caught the next bus there. A cab took her to a rooming house on the other side of the tracks.
"Yep," the landlady told her, "Charley, that's what he calls himself. At his job now, though. Works twelve hours a day trying to make something out of his life. Can't say that for most the ex-cons."
"When's he due home?" Janet anxiously asked. "I'd like to see him."
"Bet he'd like to see you, too, pretty little thing like yourself," the landlady chuckled. "Won't ask you more about you and him than I've got a right to know, but something tells me I wouldn't mind being in your place when it comes to that handsome hunk of man. And since I ain't no bluenose – well, hell…"
She handed Janet a key.
"It's the second room on the right, top floor," the landlady said. "Let yourself in so you can give Charley a real surprise."
The landlady winked as Janet started up the stairs. Janet knew what she was thinking. That Charley Hall was coming home to a nice, young piece of ass. And, Janet recklessly thought, maybe he was.
The room was sparsely furnished. There were workingman's clothes in the closet. On a desk was a neatly stacked pile of money-order stubs. However, what really caught Janet's eye was the money order in the top drawer that had been made out but never sent.
It was for her mother. So he was trying to make contact, in some small way to make amends, yet hadn't had the nerve thus far to go through with it.
"Oh, Daddy, you old sweetheart," Janet sighed. "Don't worry, I'm here now. Your little girl is here to bring you back into the family. Whatever it takes."
Janet stripped and waited in the nude, turning herself on even more with the feel of her bare flesh on her father's bed. Her mind was filled with throbbing visions of how big his cock would be.
Then, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the door to the room rattled. It was evening now, dark in the unlighted room. Concealed by the shadows, Janet spred her legs in readiness, feeling her excited cunt drool with anticipation as her pussylips parted.
The form of a man entered the room. He reached for the light switch.
"No!" Janet called, stopping him with her sexiest voice. "If you turn on the light, you'll spoil the surprise. Just come to bed right away."
"What the hell?" Charley Hall muttered in confusion. "I don't know you. Don't know hardly anybody around here. Just work and keep my nose clean. Must be some mistake."
"No mistake. And I'm not from around here. Try Centerville," Janet answered, naming her hometown.
"H-haven't been there in about twenty years," Charley stammered.
"You left behind a lot to remember, though," Janet purred in the darkness. "And I'm here to refresh your memory."
"You're here to get even?" Charley croaked.
"No, to get fucked," Janet told him. "If you don't believe me, just come over here and feel how wet my pussy is. Shouldn't be too tough for you. I don't have a stitch on."
"I'm a fool if I don't get out of here as fast as I can," Charley rasped. But there were no footsteps from his direction.
"Maybe so," Janet chuckled. "Except that hard-on I've already given you won't let you leave until you find out for sure if I'm telling you the truth. Let's face it, Charley boy, I've already got you thinking with your hard cock instead of your head."
"Who are you?" Charley blurted, making one last attempt to make some sense of what was happening before temptation led him into the darkness toward the bed, regardless of the consequences.
"You'll find out after my belly, cunt and ass are full of your hot cum," Janet replied. "Now how about it, stud?"
Charley's answer was the metallic whine of his fly being unzipped. Then there was the rustle of his pants lowering and the thump of his shoes being kicked away.
He edged toward the bed. While he closed the distance, a shaft of moonlight through the window briefly caught him. The silhouette of his jutting prick told Janet that she'd guessed exactly right about the way he was hung. Oh, she excitedly thought, what she could do with all those thick inches of stiff cock.
Then her father was within her grasp. She reached for his hand, placing it between her thighs. Her cunt bubbled to his touch, moistening his fingertips.
"Wet, huh?" she murmured.
"Jesus!"
"Want to eat it first? Eat my wet pussy while I suck your big prick?"
"Jesus!"
Janet pulled her father down onto the bed with her. He squirmed like a fish out of water at first, but her guidance was expert. Soon she had him straddling her from above, his head pointed in the direction of her crotch and his cock and balls dangling over her face.
"God, I can smell your pussy," Charley said.
She reached forward and pushed her father's head down. At the same time, her crotch rose. The lips of his mouth met the lips of her cunt with a moist kiss, and Charley was her prisoner of sex.
He had a tongue that was as long as some cocks. Into his daughter's pussy it went, wriggling like a snake. Climaxing on the spot, Janet celebrated her orgasm by swallowing as much prick as she could with a single gulp at her end of the sixty-nine.
A pattern was quickly established. Charley fucked his daughter's cunt with his tongue and her mouth with his cock. And Janet's senses lifted her from one climax to another. She may have been on bottom of the sixty-nine, but the orgasmic part of her was flying.
However, as mightily as she came, Janet would have given up her own erotic release if that were the only way she could get her father's creamy load. Never had she awaited anything so eagerly, not even the popping of her cherry, as she did her first mouthful of jizz from his spurting prick.
To hasten the magic moment, she squeezed Charley's balls and fingerfucked his asshole in addition to deep-throating his cock. When his crotch flexed against her face in a telltale fashion, she felt like a fisherman with a prizewinning catch on the hook.
"Gonna shoot it. Shoot my wad!" Charley bellowed, temporarily interrupting his pussyeating feast.
Then he was burrowing back into the hairy nest of his daughter's cunt, thrusting his tongue as if it were a cock and would come, too. His prick fucked Janet's mouth the way it would a pussy, just in time to erupt with a torrent of jism.
Janet had never tasted anything more delicious. She'd be damned if she'd surrender a precious drop, even though Charley's climaxing prick was gushing even faster than she could gulp.
Her cheeks swelled from the liquid excess. And her dad still came. But, somehow, Janet held it all inside, although her face felt like a balloon that was ready to burst.
Then, mercifully, Charley's balls had emptied. As he slipped his cock from Janet's mouth, she opened up her mouth like a storm drain and backed-up cum poured into her hungry belly. She felt, like she'd guzzled a quart-sized milkshake when she was through, except that her father's sweet jizz made ice cream seem bitter.
"You're still hard, aren't you?" Janet expectantly gurgled, now that the sixty-nine was breaking up in the darkness.
"Feel for yourself."
Charley had taken her hand and let her grip his fucktool. It throbbed like living steel.
"Where do you want to fuck me first?" Janet eagerly asked. "Pussy or ass?"
"It's up to you."
"Okay, we'll save the tightest fuckhole for last. Right now you can give my pussy what it needs."
Janet reached for her father in the darkness with her long legs, and she found him. She pulled him between her thighs. Not only did his rigid prick immediately shaft her pussy with its first fuck-thrust, his mouth capped one of her tits at the nipple. Just like that, he was fucking and sucking her.
Janet's only regret was that she wasn't cherry for her hard-fucking dad. But on the other hand, she reasoned, just getting fucked by him was more special than simply shedding her virginity. Every girl lost her cherry sooner or later, but there weren't many lucky enough to fuck their own fathers.
While his fucking prick was grabbed with every stroke by teenaged pussy, Charley puffed, "Oh, baby, I don't know who you are, but where have you been all my life?"
"Just waiting around for you to discover me," Janet slyly answered. "You'd have done it a lot sooner, though, if you'd stayed in Centerville."
"Had more peace of mind in prison than I would've in Centerville," Charley answered. And although Janet would have expected a response of this sort, to be tinged with bitterness, there was a definite strain of sadness in her father's voice. Putting this together with the unsent money order, Janet realized how much her father apparently regretted whatever had gone wrong between him and her mother.
She took a deep breath and risked asking, "Tell me about it. Tell me about it while you're fucking me."
"But I don't even know you."
"You don't be sure of that until the lights are on. And that won't happen until you've fucked me as much as I need to be fucked. In the meantime, like they say, confession is good for the soul."
By the time Janet had wrapped her legs around her father to rock him in the cradle of her thighs, Charley had started telling her his story.
He'd originally come to Centerville as a stranger, he said. After meeting a girl there he'd stayed, winding up with a wife and family. But he also had a secret, something he learned only after he was married. His brother-in-law sniffed it out and threatened blackmail. Charley had panicked, and hit the road.
"I know now that I must've wanted to get caught and put away when I pulled that stickup," he concluded. "That's how lousy I felt about myself. Jail was the easy way out."
"But what was the secret?" Janet blurted, her curiosity affecting her as powerfully as any orgasm she'd ever had.
And here her father turned the tables on her. "Wait unitl the lights go on. If you hear the rest of it first, you might not want me to fuck you anymore. And I've waited too long for a piece of ass like you to blow it with my big mouth."
Janet had no choice but to agree to his terms. But then he made it easy for her, getting her mind off the suspense with the raw power of his big cock in her pussy. Suddenly driven now, he threatened to fuck right through her. And Janet immediately gave in to the welling urgency of a climax that had to happen.
"Ooooooh, I don't care what you've done!" she cried when it hit her full force. "As long as you fuck me so I come like this, you could be Hitler, and I wouldn't mind! Now keep me going and we'll worry about the rest of it later!"
Her father had the touch. Not only did he resume sucking her tits to go along with the fucking thrusts of his cock in her cunt, he fingered her clit as expertly as it could be done. Catching her magic fuck button between thumb and forefinger, he manipulated if as if he were jacking off a miniature hard-on. Janet thought she might die from orgasm.
"Love it, love it, love it!" she cried. "All I want is more, more, more!"
Her father still had a free hand to use erotically. He brought it up from underneath, into the crack of Janet's squirming ass. The target for his middle finger was her asshole. Probing deeply, he brought the slit in Janet's bowels to a boil to go along with her spasming womb and tingling nipples.
"Finger me, fuck me, suck me!" she cried. Charley put another finger into her asshole, clawing deep within. At the top of her fucked cunt he twisted her clit around double, hurting her just enough for it to be wonderful. And his teeth nibbled at a nipple, sending shooting pangs of painful pleasure through her gnawed tit.
"Now there's only one thing more you can do for me!" Janet gasped. "You've got to come for me, stud. Fill my cunt with hot cum from your big cock!"
"Now?"
"Even sooner!"
And with that, Janet felt an eruption at the depths of her pussy that was unreal. With all the cum his cock could shoot, it was no mystery how her father had knocked up her mother the first time they'd fucked.
"God, where are you getting it all?" moaned Janet expressing her awe at Charley's creamy potency.
"All I know is that when I come, damn, I come!" he puffed, his prick continuing its torrent in Janet's cunt. "Too much for you?"
"Never!" Janet declared. "You can come like you're pissing in my pussy, and I'll still want more!"
"Oh, don't worry, you'll get it," Charley promised. "And not just in your pussy. Remember, we've got a deal. You take my cock in your mouth, your cunt, and then…"
"My ass! Don't wait! Start fucking me right now where I shit!"
"Damn, girl, you wrap me around your little finger like you were my own daughter," Charley said.
Then his prick, still bubbling at the tip, abruptly left Janet's swamped cunt and pushed a notch below. To help get it in, she raised her legs to widen her asshole. Slicked by the last of its jizz from its most recent climax, her father's cock skidded forward until it was buried to the balls.
"You've got every inch, girl," Charley panted. "Hurt you, taking so much cock down there?"
"Just enough to let me know I'm the luckiest girl in the world to have your whole prick in my ass," Janet whimpered with joy. "Now move it, back and forth, in and out, really fuck my ass!"
"Then give me some help," Charley suggested. "Rock me steady so I'll know just how fast you want your ass fucked."
Janet hooked her knees over his shoulders. This way she could draw him forward and back with a rhythmic tempo, guiding the movement of his hard-on in her shit chute.
"Oh, baby, you're an ass-fucker's dream," her father praised her. "When I come this time, it'll be even more than when I shot off in your mouth and pussy."
"Mmmmm, I can hardly wait," Janet answered. "And this time, let's come together. I'll hold back until you're ready, if you don't take too long."
That kind of talk warmed Janet's heart. It made her father as young in her mind as he'd been the night when he'd knocked up her mother. She knew how Sandra must have felt back then. What a stud Charley Hall was.
She fucked his cockmeat inside her tight asshole, gradually increasing the friction generated by his cock and her ass. The nerves down there led straight to her clit, cooking up an orgasm, which Janet was timing to occur exactly when her father's prick erupted in her fucked ass.
"Getting there?" she anxiously asked Charley.
"Anytime you're ready, little lady. Just say the word."
"Come. Come! Come!"
Charley jammed his prick in his daughter's ass. He put his rubbing hand on her cunt for good measure. Then he let his orgasmic reflexes take over.
A torrent of jizz abruptly swamped Janet's bowels. In turn, her senses exploded. Father and daughter were both coming more powerfully than either of them ever had in their lives, and they were doing it together.
How long did it last? It seemed both an eternity and not nearly long enough for the two lovers. And when it was over, they were not through with one another. For now that Janet had been fucked in the mouth, cunt and ass, there was something even more important than sex between them – the truth!
"Ready for the light?" she murmured when they'd broken apart.
"As much as I'll ever be," he answered.
Janet reached over beside the bed and switched on the lamp there. The glow hit her above the neck. Even after all these years, Charley Hall couldn't help but be startled with recognition by the face he'd last seen when it belonged to a small child.
"N-no," he stammered, trying to deny it.
But Janet uttered the single word which left no doubt that Charley had just fucked the last person he'd ever believed he'd fuck.
"Daddy!"