Over the years, there had always been one person in Jane's life to whom she could go when she needed someone to listen. As she sat on her barstool, nursing her fourth drink, she thought about him, realizing how long it had been since they'd had a heart-to-heart talk.
"If only I could find a way to talk with him about this," she sighed. "I mean, really level."
Jane nervously played with her highball glass, making a design of wet rings on the Formica counter of the bar.
"No, it's impossible," she told herself. "I'm in too deep for anybody to help."
But Jane could not shake the lure of a friendly ear. By the time she was working on her next Scotch, she could think of nothing else. Then she noticed some coins on the bar, her change from her drink. There were a couple of dimes, the right amount for a quick phone call.
Jane finished her drink in a gulp. As the liquor hit her stomach, she snatched up the dimes and lurched to her feet, hurtling toward the pay phone before she had time to lose her nerve.
The dimes were in the slot. Jane was dialing. Then, the line started ringing at the other end. She held her breath, wondering what in the world she would say.
The ringing stopped. A familiar voice came onto the line.
"Hello," he said.
All of a sudden it was easy for Jane. "Dad," she gushed, "it's me, Janie. I've got to talk to you."
"Sure, honey, come on over."
"Don't know if I can make it," Jane admitted to her father. "I'm kind of messed up. Could you meet me someplace, Dad?"
"Just tell me where you are. I'll come get you."
Jane paused, then told her father the name of the bar where she was drinking. He said he'd be right over and hung up.
Jane panicked when she realized that her father would be there in less than ten minutes. She wanted to leave… she wanted to stay… she didn't know what she wanted. She ordered another drink. She'd brace herself with another dose of Scotch, she reasoned, then force herself to deal with the situation.
But the next drink was one too many the way Jane had been gulping them down. All of a sudden her head was reeling and her stomach was turning flips. The counter of the bar became a pillow, drawing her to it. She closed her eyes and grabbed hold of the darkness to stop the spinning in her brain.
And this was how her father found her: slumped over the bar, completely out of it. Tim Riley tipped the bartender and helped his daughter into his car, with Jane only dimly aware of what was going on.
Since Jane's mother had died, her father had lived alone in the old family house. Tim Riley took his daughter there. When Jane came out of her fog, she was resting on her old bed in her old bedroom.
"Dad!" Jane called.
"Right here, honey." Jane's father appeared at the door with a couple of steaming mugs.
"Hot chocolate. Still your favorite, darlin'?"
"Sure, Dad." Jane grinned like a little girl. "What would I do without you?"
Tim came to the edge of the bed and offered a mug. Jane reached out to take it, but was shakier than she had realized. She had a hold on the cup for a second, then lost her grip. Suddenly she was drenched with hot chocolate.
"Gee, Daddy, I'm sorry. I'm such a klutz," Jane apologized.
"No problem," her father soothed. "I can see you're under a strain. Now why don't you get out of those wet clothes and into a nice, comfortable robe and tell me what's bothering you. I'll get you some more chocolate while you're changing."
"No… please don't go, Dad," Jane impulsively said.
"Well…"
"Oh, Dad, it's not like you've never seen your little girl undress before," Jane teased, kicking off her shoes.
She sat up and quickly unbuttoned her blouse before her father could protest. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her bare tits spilled out. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jane's father could not help but notice the stiffness of her red nipples.
Jane's father started to say something, but it evaporated in his dry throat. For Jane had immediately started peeling away her skirt. When it was gone, all that remained between her and total nudity were her panties, and the chocolate had soaked through them so their sheer fabric clung to her ass, hips and crotch like a second skin.
Swinging around to face her father, Jane dangled a leg over the side of the mattress. At the center of her open thighs, her sopping panties were caught up in the crack of her cunt. Fringes of blonde pussy hair curled from the elastic that cut into the triangle of her crotch.
Jane could feel the heat of her father's eyes on her body. And she liked that feeling as much as anything she could recall.
"Did I grow up nice enough for you, Dad?" she teased.
"You're a beautiful woman, Jane," Tim Riley answered in a slow, serious voice. There was an unmistakable bulge in his pants.
Jane thought of her father with a hard-on and her pussy turned to hot mush. All at once her head was completely clear. She knew exactly why she was here. Why she had been so irresistibly drawn to her father.
"I've turned you on, haven't I, Dad?" she said quietly.
"Please, Janie. This just isn't right…"
"Oh, Daddy, who knows what's right and what's wrong anymore?" Jane cut in on her father. "The main thing right now is that the two of us are alone together. I've got you and you've got me."
Jane hugged her father, pressing her bare tits against his chest. Then there was a kiss. A full mouthed kiss that brought Jane's tongue into play. When it was over, her father was panting.
"Whatever's bothering you, Jane, this is not the answer," Tim Riley gulped, his face smeared with his daughter's lipstick. "Why don't we talk before this gets out of hand?"
"But I want it to get out of hand, Daddy," Jane seductively crooned. "What's happening between us is better for me than all the words in the world. When I called you, I thought all I needed was a shoulder to cry on. Now I know better."
Jane reclined on the bed, her legs spread before her father. Slowly, tantalizingly, she rolled her panties down her hips and thighs.
"You want me, Dad, and you know it," she said when her cunt was showing. "Your big cock's ready to bust out of your pants. Admit it."
Jane slipped her panties all the way down her legs and tossed them away. Then her fingers slipped into the well of her crotch, snagging her pussy lips and pulling them apart. The exposed channel of her twat brimmed with juice that caught the light and sparkled.
"You do like my cunt, don't you, Dad?"
"I-I'm your father," Tim stammered. "But I'm also a man. Y-yes… I am aroused."
Jane extended her leg toward her father's lap. When she was a child, she had always had the ability to do things with her feet that would have normally required her hands. Now Jane revived that talent, using her toes to force down the zipper of her father's fly.
"Ooooh, Daddy, look at you!" Jane girlishly giggled when her father's tightly packed shorts bulged from his open pants. "C'mon, take your cock all the way out. Show me how big and stiff it is."
"Are you sure this is what you want?"
"I've never been surer of anything!" Jane declared.
"You know you've always been my little girl, no matter how many years go by," Tim sighed. "Always had me wrapped around your little finger. Never could say no to my Janie."
"Hope you don't plan to start now."
"No… I guess not," Tim drawled.
Tim's hands went to his yawning fly. He tugged at his shorts. His prick sprang free. It was huge. A long, thick throbber laced with heavy blue veins, and crowned by a round, red knob.
Jane reared up immediately. "Oh, Daddy, what a beautiful cock!"
She grabbed her father's dick, pushing the head to her mouth. Swallowing six inches of prick with a single gulp. Jane started hungrily sucking.
As his daughter went down on him, Tim Riley fell back across the bed. While she blew him, Jane loosened her father's pants, yanking them and his shorts all the way down his legs. Now she had his balls to play with, and she squeezed them while she ate his hard dick.
"Haven't had my cock sucked in years," Tim admitted, talking more to himself than to his deepthroating daughter.
Jane temporarily let up on her cock-sucking. "Bet there's something else you haven't done in years either, Dad. But don't worry, your little girl's gonna get you back in the groove."
Jane demonstrated what she was referring to. Swinging her naked body around on top of her father, she wound up astride his head with her cunt spread above his face.
"Sixty-nine me, Dad," Jane urged, flexing her pussy in the direction of her father's mouth.
She lowered her cunt. Her sweet pussy lips squashed against the lips of her father's mouth. Her father's tongue stirred, then stiffened and lurched into Jane's juicy gash.
"Ahhhh, that's it, Dad!" Jane moaned. "Your tongue feels like a prick in my pussy. Stick it in even deeper and move it around. I'll be coming in your mouth before you know it."
As her father's tongue probed and squirmed in her twat, Jane stopped talking and went back to sucking cock. She slid her lips up and down the shaft in an oral fucking motion. It was a classic sixty-nine, and the bedsprings squeaked as the incestuous partners feasted between one another's legs.
Jane had promised to come in her father's mouth if he tongued her pussy deeply enough. He met his end of the bargain, and after a few moments of his expert tongue-fucking, Jane's cunt paid off.
A thunderous climax struck Jane. Hot, orgasmic dew welled in her twat, then spilled forth. Her father's mouth was there to gulp it down. And the more pussy juice her father swallowed, the harder Jane came.
While he slopped in his daughter's pussy juice, Tim put his cock into high gear. Now Tim's dick was jackhammering in Jane's throat. While Jane was coming in his face, her father was fucking her in the mouth.
The overworked bedsprings shifted from squeaking to squealing, competing with the loud slurps of the sixty-niners to fill the air with the sounds of incestuous oral sex. Jane's mouth and cunt were as wet as they could be, as they were respectively fucked by her father's cock and tongue.
Jane kept coming and coming, and her father was nearing the same orgasmic state. Tim's prick seemed to get harder with every thrust down Jane's pussy-like throat. His balls churned, drawing up until they bulged from the root of his mouth fucking dick.
Then it was time. Time for Tim Riley to give in to the oral friction that had his cock afire and his nuts in a vise. Time for the jizz to flow.
"Gonna come!" Jane's father gasped with a mouthful of twat.
Tim's cock jerked in Jane's mouth, just before its head busted wide open. All of a sudden, a torrent of jism poured down Jane's throat. Her father's prick was erupting like a geyser.
Jane had never tasted such sweet cum. She couldn't get enough of it. Her father's cock couldn't produce enough jism to satisfy her.
Even after her father's dick had stopped shooting, Jane kept fighting for every drop of the precious cum she could get. She let most of Tim's prick slide out of her mouth, then sucked the dribbling cock-head like a hungry baby attacking a nipple.
Finally, Jane's father was forced to call a halt to the action.
"Whoa, baby, whoa," Tim cautioned his daughter. "You're eating me alive. I haven't come this much since I was half this age. Give me a chance to recover."
"Recover?" Jane smirked after reluctantly releasing her father's drained prick when Tim pulled out of the sixty-nine. "Recover for what, Daddy dear?"
"Well, baby doll, now that you've warmed me up, I'd be a damn fool to act my age," Jane's father smirked.
Tim massaged his cock and balls. His prick had sagged after shooting its wad in Jane's mouth, but now it stirred anew.
"Mmmm, beat it, Daddy… beat your meat," Jane chuckled.
Tim gave himself a hand-job. Quickly responding, his prick swelled until, once again, it was rock solid. It looked more like a cock belonging to a horny teenager than to a man crowding sixty.
Jane was impressed. As she admired her father's restored hard-on, her pussy pulsed with anticipation.
"What are you going to do to me, Daddy?"
"You know," her father answered, proudly stroking his iron-hard boner.
"Maybe I want to hear you say it," Jane cooed. "Tell me, Daddy. Tell me exactly what you're going to do to me with your great, big dick."
Tim said very slowly. "Put my cock in your cunt… and… fuck… you."
"Mmmm, you've got a way with words," Jane told her father. "Now just tell me one more time. I love it when you talk dirty to me, Daddy."
"Fuck you… fuck you… fuck you," Tim Riley chanted with a wicked grin, as he moved in between his daughter's open thighs. He guided the head of his prick to the fleshy gates of Jane's cunt.
"Stick it in!" Jane urged. "Jam your big dick up my pussy! Every inch, Daddy!"
Tim bucked his crotch. His cock-head surged into the awaiting tunnel of pussy meat and just kept going until it seemed to strike bone. The penetration couldn't have been deeper. Jane's cunt was taking every inch of her father's massive hard-on.
Now that hard-on started sliding back and forth in Jane's fuck-hole. In response, Jane wound her legs around her father's torso, pushing back after every cock-thrust Tim threw into her twat.
"It's been a long time since I had a woman, but my memory's good enough that I know I've never had a tighter piece of ass," Tim Riley paid his daughter the ultimate compliment a man can give his fucking partner.
"Feel this, Daddy," Jane responded, determined to top herself.
She shifted all her strength to the muscles of her pussy, clenching them around her father's cock for all she was worth.
"Whew, baby! You're dynamite, aren't you?" Tim Riley gasped. "Why you want to fuck an old man like me when you've got a pussy like yours, beats me."
"Down deep, every girl wants to get it on with her own father," Jane answered. "The only difference between them and me is that I'm willing to do something about it."
"Amen to that."
"'Course it helps to have an old man with a huge cock," Jane chuckled. "If I'd caught you with a hard-on while I was growing up, Daddy, this would've happened a long time ago. Mom never would've been able to keep you to yourself with me in the house."
"Actually, your mother always complained about the size of my prick," Jane's father revealed. "Said it was too big. That it hurt her. Claimed her cunt was sore for a week after I fucked her. It was always a struggle to get her in the right mood."
"Sorry to hear that," Jane sighed. "I'd like to think Mom died happy."
"Maybe she did."
"What do you mean, Daddy?"
"Your mother had a cousin. You remember him. Ralph?"
"Sure."
"Well, Ralph's cock was always more to your mother's liking than mine."
"You're kidding!" Jane said with a real surprise.
"I caught them in bed. Never forgot it. Ralph had just come in your mother's cunt. His jizz was leaking down her thighs. After that, I found a cousin of my own to fuck."
"Oh, Dad, you don't know how happy I am to have you tell me this," Jane bubbled. "To know I'm not the first one in the family to give in to the way I feel."
"You mean, I'm not the first one of us you've fucked?" Tim asked, his dick plowing a steady groove in her cunt. "Who else?"
"My kids to begin with – I've gotten it on with both Bud and Christy," Jane admitted to her father. "Then there was Ken. I was so mixed up about it… until tonight."
"What about Lenny?"
"I heard he was back in town. Is he mixed up in this?"
"He fucked Christy," Jane revealed. "I stood and watched. Tried to convince myself it was terrible, but they were so great together. Christy's pussy was just made for her father's cock. It was hard not being jealous. But I'm not jealous anymore. Because now I've got the prick in my cunt that I needed all along. Yours, Daddy, yours. Fucking you is like a dream come true. I can handle anything after this. Anything, as long as I know your big dick is mine to fuck."
"That it is, baby," Tim Riley said, underscoring his words with a deep cock-thrust in his daughter's too cunt.
"Let's just forget about the others for the time being, Dad," Jane suggested, her ass shimmying. "Forget there's anybody else but me and you. We're the ones fucking here and now. It's your prick in my pussy. My legs around your waist…"
Jane's words melted into a raspy moan. Her father stopped talking, too. It was time for the two of them to just fuck, as hard and as deeply as possible.
The father's cock pistoned in the daughter's cunt with jackhammering strokes. And there was a male hand probing at the incestuous crush of loins until it located the most sensitive spot on the female body. There it was at the top of the daughter's pussy, seeking stimulation in miniature erection. Jane's clit. Just waiting to be pinched and twisted.
"Oh, Daddy, I'm coming!" Jane shrieked as her father gave her clit the workout it craved.
Jane lifted her ass from the bed, her hips gyrating in the air. Her father angled his cock on a downward path in her hoisted pussy, while his fingers twisted her clit.
"God, it's so good to get off like this!" Jane groaned. "Only one thing could make it better."
"Just name it and it's yours, baby," Jane's father eagerly responded.
"You've got to get off too, Daddy!" Jane begged. "Fill my pussy with your jizz while I'm still coming and this'll be the perfect fuck!"
"My little girl deserves nothing but the best."
"Then turn it on, Daddy!" Jane urged. "Christ, I want your hot cum in my pussy so fucking bad! Give it to me, please… please… please!"
Tim Riley threw everything he had into shooting his wad in his daughter's twat. It wasn't difficult. Jane's tight pussy provided extraordinary friction for his driving cock. Her cunt literally sucked at a man's prick, promising to turn his balls inside-out.
Within seconds, Jane's father was gasping. "Hold on, sweetheart! Daddy's cock's gonna explode in your pussy! You won't be able to hold all the cum I'll blast into your cunt!"
"Sock it to me, Daddy!" Jane cried. "Flood me! Don't stop coming until your jizz is leaking down my ass! I want your cum soooo bad!"
Jane's father jammed his prick in and its head erupted. At the core of her cunt, Jane felt a rush of liquid heat that set her senses on fire. She was climaxing harder than ever as her dad's cock spurted at the depths of her pussy.
It was the closest thing to heaven on earth that father and daughter would ever experience. His scalding jism welled in her twat and then spilled out. Her father's cum trickled from her bloated cunt into the crack of her ass.
When Tim Riley stopped coming, his dick was still rigid. Jane eagerly asked her father to keep fucking her. Maybe, she suggested, he could try his prick in another hole. Fuck her in the ass with that horse-cock of his.
Just when it seemed nothing could go wrong, something did: the doorbell was ringing.
Jane and her father tried to ignore it, but the ringing wouldn't stop.
Then there was a desperate plea from the other side of the front door that could be heard all the way upstairs.
"Grandpa… Grandpa!" an all-too-familiar voice cried. "Are you in there? I've got to see you!"
Jane and her father forgot about fucking and looked at each other with troubled expressions.
"Christy!"