The next day I overheard in a conversation at the store that by some miracle the trucker who'd crashed the night before had survived without serious injuries. He was recuperating at what was laughingly called the local hospital.
There was no daily newspaper in Serendipity, so there was no way for Susan and I to know the name of the accident victim. Ordinarily, of course, it would have made no difference in our lives. However, as were to learn, this was no ordinary trucker. His mishap in Serendipity would completely change our lives.
But I'm getting ahead of my story. Let me just tell you step by step what happened-or how Susan related the story to me.
Susan had to see the town doctor for her monthly check-up. Since it was one of his days at the hospital, she had to go there.
Given Serendipity's small population, the hospital was a tiny one. Really more like an infirmary. The people with serious illnesses were transferred to the big county facility fifty miles to the north.
Therefore, when Susan went to see the doctor, the injured truckdriver was the only patient in the Serendipity hospital. It was probably inevitable that their paths would cross.
The doctor had been called to his office for a few minutes, so Susan was forced to wait. Feeling restless, she started to wander around the all-but-deserted building, looking for a magazine to read or something.
"Hey there, kiddo," the injured trucker said from the bed where he was sprawled reading a girlie magazine from behind the bandages that obscured his burned and lacerated face. "You one of those hospital volunteers that comes around to cheer the patients up?"
"No," she answered from across the room, "I'm waiting for the doctor."
"You sick? A pretty, little thing like you-"
"Can't you tell?" Susan spontaneously giggled, patting her swollen belly.
"Well, now," he chuckled, "who did the damage, your boyfriend maybe?"
"None of your business."
"Doesn't make any difference to me," he shrugged. "It's your problem, not mine."
"Are, are you the guy who was in the truck accident?" Susan tried to change the subject.
"The one and only," he boasted.
"From the neck up you look like Boris Karloff in one of those mummy movies," Susan noted. "What'd you do, go through the windshield?"
He nodded. "Actually I was lucky."
"Did you get hurt anywhere else?"
"Sprained my throat, or something like that, so I can't even recognize my own voice, and just some cuts and bruises," he cheerfully informed her. "Wanna come over here and see one of my best bruises?"
Susan shrugged, trying to feign indifference as she wondered what had become of the doctor. This trucker was getting more and more familiar. She had begun to worry about being alone with him.
"Well, I don't hear you saying no," he said, "so I guess I'll go ahead and show you. It isn't my biggest bruise, but it's in the choicest spot. If you're too shy to come on over, I guess it's big and purple enough so you can see it from where you're standing."
To Susan's astonishment, he lifted up his nightgown past his waist and made himself naked from the stomach down. Indeed, there was an ugly discoloration on his left thigh.
There was also a sturdy hard-on standing stiffly at attention.
"How do you like my bruise, little girl?" he somehow managed to leer through the bandages that swathed his face.
Susan said nothing, wanting to turn and run, but uncontrollably hypnotized by the twitching cock that held her vision.
"I know you like it," he chuckled, "or you wouldn't be staring like that. Didn't your momma ever teach you staring isn't polite?"
"What my mother taught me was not to hang around with strange men," Susan said standing her ground despite the magnetic attraction of the trucker's turgid prick.
"Nothing strange about me," he grinned through his gauze mask. "Except maybe for one little thing-"
"What's that?"
"I like to fuck pregnant chicks."
Now she started to flee, but he jumped up from the bed and caught her. Wrestling her back to his lair, he threw her on the mattress and tied her arms and legs to the bed with some intravenous tubing.
Ripping her clothes off with a couple of animalistic swipes, he fully exposed her spreadeagled, pregnant body. Her swollen stomach was trembling.
"Look at that cute, little pussy," he slobbered over my daughter's forcibly exposed snatch. "I love the way a chick's muff stands straight up on end when she's knocked up. With all that hair standing up, it makes her cunt seem wilder somehow."
Wasting no time, he lowered himself between Susan's open legs and began fucking her. Since he was kneeling, he was free to also rub her quivering abdomen and play with her milk -laden breasts.
Pretty soon he was lapping his big, rough tongue back and forth along the hilly trail of her belly and tits, while he fucked her and squeezed her nipples. Engulfed by sexual stimulation, Susan's resistance began to fade in the face of her rampaging senses. Before long the poor child just couldn't help fucking back.
"That's it, little girl," the trucker rasped. "That's the way to wiggle your ass. Now I can see why you were so popular with the boys."
"Just shut up and fuck me!" Susan snapped, not wanting to hear any of his theories about her pregnancy. "Stop gabbing and just keep pumping your big, hard cock up my cunt, truckdriver."
"My pleasure," he grinned through the bandage, then went back to work on her body.
After a few more moments of unrestrained fucking, Susan was at an orgasmic peak. Her twat was spasming, and her tits throbbing as they leaked thick milk in fitful spurts. Within, her womb was convulsing, making the baby kick in the most violent turn-on of all.
Susan was ready for the trucker's jizz, and now begged for it. "Come in me, whoever you are!" she screamed. "Fill my cunt with your hot cum!"
Gritting his teeth, the masked trucker drove down into her until the end of his cock seemed to be bumping against the knotty ridges of her spine. His balls jumped… he snorted like a beast… his huge cock lurched…
He came.
Her insides being sprayed with molten spunk, Susan leg out a long, low moan of sheer pleasure. There was no doubt about it, the trucker had rung her chimes.
The doctor still hadn't returned when they were through screwing, so Susan dressed after she was untied and they got acquainted. After the way they had made love, only the knowledge of each other's names kept them from seeming like old friends.
"Ernie," he introduced himself.
"That's a coincidence, my dad's name was Ernie," Susan said.
"Was?"
"Yes, he and my mother split up a few years ago," Susan said, filling him in on some of her personal history. "I haven't seen him since-Anyway, my name is Susan."
"Man, you think you've got a coincidence," the trucker said. "My daughter's name is Susan, too. Looks like we were just meant for each other, little girl. Where do you live?"
"With my mother."
"What's she like? I'd like to meet her-if you know what I mean."
"I'm sure you would," Susan chuckled. "She's a knockout."
"Then let's go!" Ernie whooped. "The sawbones can have the afternoon off."
They came bustling into the house with orgy on their minds. I was just coming out of the bath, stark naked, and innocently called, "Susan, is that you? Did the doctor say you were all right?"
My unexpected reply was a brace of giggles, one set feminine and the other jarringly masculine. Immediately I instinctively smelled trouble.
I couldn't decide whether to flee to hide my nudity or confront them with a towel around me. Finally a combination of fear and modesty got the best of me, so I retreated to a bedroom down the hall. There, with the door open a crack, I had a clear view of what was going on in the living room.
Susan and her bandaged guest were embracing. "I guess Mom's not feeling well," she said to him. "I suppose I'll have to take care of you myself to make up for bringing you all the way over here from your nice, cozy hospital bed. That is, if you don't mind seconds."
Without hesitation she dropped to her knees and unzipped the fly on the pants he'd thrown on before leaving the hospital. Yanking his stiff cock out into the open, she threw her lips over the knotty head and began noisily sucking it.
The man's face was covered with bandages, so of course I couldn't see what he looked like. And his voice was distorted from the blow he'd-taken in the larnyx so it was not recognizable, either. All I could tell about him was that he was tall, seemed about my age, and was hung in a way which immediately caught my eye, even though I had seen lots of bigger dicks.
What was there about him that filled me with dread? Sure, I was jealous that a man was making it with Susan, but this wasn't sufficient to account for the paranoid uneasiness which I felt.
"Gobble it all the way down, baby," he greedily ordered "I want to feel your lips kissing my balls."
Susan sucked him all the way down to the hilt and made him groan with appreciation. He was pleased that she had so willingly obeyed his command, but even more aroused when she took a page from her own book.
She slid his stiff prick out of her mouth until only the tip remained enclosed. As she tickled the underside of his flange with her tongue, his dick stood straight out and I had a perfect view of it.
His exposed cock immediately flipped a switch in my brain. I didn't want to believe it, but I had to.
That cock. I was certain I recognized it. Incredibly, I thought I knew who this man was!
"Ernie!" I gasped. Of course if it really was Ernie, Susan couldn't have possibly realized his true identity when they met at the hospital. Not with those bandages covering his face, and his distorted voice.
In other words, right now Susan was sucking her own father's cock and didn't know who he was.
No, no, I tried to get ahold of myself. It can't be Ernie. It's just a coincidence. It has to be. Cocks aren't like fingerprints-there can be two that are the same.
A coincidence? Then how could I explain away what happened next.
He was getting ready to come and pulled his tensed hard-on out of Susan's mouth. Then stroking it in mid-air, he jacked himself off the rest of the way to orgasm.
It was when he removed his hand, and his straining prick released its creamy load into Susan's eagerly awaiting face that I stopped kidding myself and smacked straight into the brick wall of reality. I'd have known that spurting cock anywhere.
Yes, it was her father coming hard in Susan's face. Spraying her girlish features with thick male gruel that trickled down her chin and dampened her blouse against her heaving breasts.
It was Susan telling her father that his cum was so sweet that she wanted more of it right away. "Oh, fuck me!" she cried, tearing her skirt from her body and opening her legs. "Fuck me in the ass this time!"
I had to stop it. Forgetting all about the fact I was nude, I marched into the living room for the biggest showdown of my life. "Leave your daughter alone, Ernie!"
I was expecting him to jump like he'd just stepped on a stingray. Instead he was as cool as a cucumber. "Long time, no see, Carol," he drawled.
"What's going on?" our confused daughter wanted to know.
I couldn't call myself her mother if I spared her the truth. "This man you've been having sex with is your father," I laid it on the line. "Still want him to fuck you in the ass, Susan?"
She looked at me incredulously, then shifted her astonished gaze to Ernie. Her face was such a blank that it was impossible to tell which way she would go.
"Daddy!" she finally settled it with a girlish squeal, her face splitting into a big grin. "Is Mom telling the truth-is it really you?"
Ernie played the ensuing silence to the hilt. Obviously he relished returning to the traditional masculine role of the familiar center of attention. The way Susan was reacting to him, I might as well have not even been there.
"I told you I have a little girl named Susan," Ernie finally removed all doubt of his identity.
"Oh, Daddy!" Susan gushed excitedly. "Just think, you came in me twice before I even knew who you were. I could feel special vibes from you, though, right from the first-"
"The first time you ever saw my cock," he leeringly interrupted her, still as conceited as ever.
"Right on!" Susan whooped. "I've never told a soul, but in my dreams I've always fantasized about my father's cock. But I never guessed my dreams would come true."
At this point I was ready to give up sadly I realized there was nothing I could do to stop them. What was happening made me ill, but there was nothing I could realistically do about it.
Susan was a young woman now, old beyond her years. Carrying a child. Sexually responsive in every way. It was time for her to make up her own mind about which parent she preferred to go to bed with.
Like a bitch in heat, my daughter was down on all fours now, opening her ass to her father's twitching boner. The scarlet blotch of her beautiful young anus stuck out like a fresh strawberry. It was a sight no normal, red-blooded American male could resist.
I would have walked away right then and there, but there was something I had to know before I left my husband and daughter to their own devices. A question that had to be answered, or it would torment me forever.
"Ernie," I wearily reasserted my presence, "just one thing before you go ahead with Susan."
"Yeah, sure, Carol. What is it?" he responded.
"What are you doing in Serendipity? Did you come here by chance, or were you looking for us?"
"I've been looking for the both of you ever since I got back from Alaska and found out Susan had left the boarding school and you'd sold the house," he said. "I hired a private detective, and he finally tracked you down here. The first opportunity I had, I took a trucking job that would get me to this neck of the woods."
"And your accident?"
"I'd been living on Benzedrine to keep ahead of schedule so I could make a swing over before I delivered my cargo. It got the best of me and I lost control of my rig just outside of town. But I'll tell you-if I'd known in advance how I was going to run into my little girl in the hospital, I'd have done it on purpose. When I saw the way Susan reacted to my cock, I thanked God that I crashed."
"Then you never remarried," I concluded.
"Nope," he laughed kind of boyishly. "How about you, Carol, did you ever find anybody else?"
Because of our impromptu conversation, Ernie was ignoring Susan's invitingly spread buns. She didn't like it one bit. When Ernie wondered if I had had relationships with any other men after him, Susan interrupted and answered for me.
"No, she hates men," she venomously spat. "No man's good enough for her-she's such a dyke. And she's trying to turn me into a lesbian, too. I got pregnant just to show her I was straight no matter how hard she tried to make me like her."
I reeled as though I had been struck with a series of crunching blows. Susan had never spoken to me with such hostility.
What had happened was obvious. Confronted with the father who had never had enough time for her as a child, she was now determined to win his love and approval at any cost.
No matter how much it hurt her mother.
"Daddy!" Susan whined irritably. "Pay attention to me, not that dried-up old bitch."
"I'm talking to your mother," Ernie tried to shush her, showing me more courtesy than he ever had during our marriage.
"Like hell you are, if I have anything to say about it," she hissed, and kicked his shin. "If you think I'm going to let that dyke come between us, you're dead wrong!"
"Go ahead and fuck her," I said, resolving Ernie's dilemma, feeling thoroughly defeated. "You might as well give her what she wants. It's certainly clear now that I haven't been able to."
"What about you, Carol?" Ernie asked.
"I feel like a third wheel," I sighed. "I think I'll go out for some air.
Ernie started to say something, but Susan kicked him again and made him yowl instead of speak. By the time he got his bearings, I'd grabbed a coat and was gone from the house.
I walked around the block several times, trying to think things out. My conclusion was always the same: there was no place for me in a relationship involving my husband and daughter. I just couldn't stand to share Susan.
Noticing that I was passing by the house for the fourth or fifth time, I decided to go up on the porch and peek through the window. Something told me that it was the last time I'd ever see my child or her father again.
As I expected, they'd lost no time in getting down to business once I was out of the house. Ernie's stiff 'cock was plowing like a farm implement up the furrow of Susan's ass. She was screaming from a triple combination of pain, joy, and triumph.
He bucked and came in her. The excess jizz foamed from her anus and poured down the backs of her legs. Then Ernie pulled out his still-spurting hard-on and sprayed the last of his goo all over her back and buns. When Susan flopped over, he smeared the final globs all over the erotic slope of her pregnant belly.
I'd finally seen enough. Turning toward the street, I left the house without looking back.
This time I traveled the road going out of town. When I eventually glanced over my shoulder, the lights of Serendipity were glowing specks in the darkness.
At least, I consoled myself, I'd had over sixteen years with Susan, almost three with her all to myself. I'd seen her grow up-become a woman before my eyes, with a child of her own growing inside her to prove it.
No one could take away my memories of how close I had been to my daughter. But it was clearly her father's turn to love her now, and I wouldn't stand in the way of the inevitable.
I was wondering what the world held for me when the asphalt beneath my feet began to hum from an approaching vehicle. When it caught up with me, the grizzled driver of the battered pick-up truck slammed on his brakes and poked his head out the window.
"Hey, lady," he hollered, "what you doin' out here in the middle of nowhere at this time of night?"
"Looking for a ride," I told him.
"Sorry can't help you," he said. "I'm just takin' this load of fertilizer out to my farm."
"I'll give you a blow-job for a hitch to the nearest city."
"Glory be, a whore in Serendipity!" he exulted at his find. "I never thought I'd see the day. Lady, you're in the wrong place."
"I know." I went along with his assumption, feeling for all the world as though I were telling the God's honest truth. "I've got to get to a decent-sized city so I can get out on the streets and earn a living."
"That's the American way, lady, the American way," he congratulated me on my pluck. "What do you want for a fuck?"
"Cost you twenty, along with the ride," I said, thinking of how much I could use the money since I'd left everything behind.
"You got yourself a deal," the driver of the pick-up called. "Climb on in."
Scrambling across the road, I trotted around the front of the truck, hoisted myself into the cab, and slammed the rickety door behind me. I felt like I was slamming the door on my past. I was suddenly an entirely different person than I had ever been.
"Charlotte a big enough city for you?" the driver asked with a gap-toothed grin.
"If you're willing to take me there, stud."
I had his cock out of his pants before he'd let out the clutch. I was on my way.