Epilogue: Papa Finds Out

Maria was ten weeks into her pregnancy when her mother Gloria announced that Lois Lane's new wife was going to be expecting a younger sibling. With two pregnant women in the family, the timetable for the wedding accelerated. The two women began to chat in rapid-fire Spanish over dinner, too fast for Lois to follow more than the gist of the conversation. Papa beamed, holding Gloria's hand under the table...but Lois, beneath her smile and congratulations, felt a little queasy.

Eventually, mother and daughter shooed Lois and Papa Cruz downstairs to his "man cave" as they handled the dishes and tore through bridal catalogs. The dickgirl reporter could almost feel them blowing through the budget set for the wedding, which was only next month...but at least Papa seemed sane.

Enrique's man-cave was a basement he had finished himself. The screen of the home theatre seemed to take up nearly the entire wall, and there were six leather-clad recliners in stadium-seating. Another wall was full of DVDs, laserdiscs, Blu Ray, VHS, and even a few old Betamax tapes, along with miscellaneous electronics. Lois noticed some relatively high-end cameras, and they talked telephoto lenses and the like for a few minutes as he fetched out cold beers from an old fridge.

They settled into a pair of chairs as the lights dimmed.

"What are we watching?" Lois asked, glad for a chance to just relax.

"Something new. I only recorded it last week," he said.

The screen clicked on...and Lois saw that it some sort of high-def camera, peeking out from some sort of vent. It showed a bedroom...a very familiar bedroom. Lois Lane's heart sank as she recognized Gloria walk in, dragging Lois behind her. That was last week, when Lois had dropped by to deliver some groceries...Enrique had been out...

"Papa," Lois said, turning toward him. "I can explain..."

But he was already on his hands and knees. The light reflected off his balding head as his hands fumbled at her pants.

"I knew she was being too friendly. You know she wouldn't let me fuck her for months, before you showed up? Then she fucking me every three days...talking about babies...Papa knows, Lois. Papa always knew. He was watching."

On the screen, Lois could clearly see as Gloria pushed the dickgirl on the bed, tearing at her pants, **** to get at the dick. The reporter hadn't even washed it after fucking Maria that morning, and she'd said something crude about mother tasting her daughter's cunt on her cock...

Enrique pulled the reporter's cock free. It took both hands for him to hold it. She could see his mustache twitch.

"Mama knows too. Papa likes boys, you understand? Nothing wrong with it. Started in the Navy. No women around, and we all needed a little relief...I would blow them in the showers. Didn't stop, even after I met Gloria. Ladyboys in the bar, on the street. Just let me suck their dicks for a while. She didn't mind, as long as I never brought them home," he shuffled his hands along her cock, getting Lois hard. "Always used protection...but they were never as big as you."

The reporter's heart sank. She'd fucked and impregnated Maria, she'd fucked and impregnated Maria's mother, and now Maria's father was on his knees stroking her dick. This was not a healthy familial relationship with your in-laws...

His mouth opened wide. Lois found herself white-knuckle in the plush black leather seat. On screen, Gloria was sucking the tip of her cock. Between her legs, Papa's mustache was stretched out over her glans, the tongue licking at the underside...and he was, disturbingly comfortable with her cock in his mouth. Lois took a deep swig of her beer, glad that the home video didn't include sound. Upstairs, she could still hear Gloria and Maria chatting away...and Papa was pressing forward, the dick sliding past his uvula and into his throat with no gag reflex at all.

Enrique smelled like Old Spice, Mexican beer, and that subtle testosterone stank of older men. His throat was tight...Lois Lane felt like her dick bend along the back of his throat, but he kept pushing forward, until she could feel the stiff bristles of his lip-hair brushed against the hairless base of her dick...and then his hand moved to press a button on the remote, and the blowjob really began.

Lois had been wrong about the audio.

It was low, and muffled, but she could hear the wet smack of Gloria's lips as the older woman sucked on the head of her dick. Gloria couldn't deep throat, but she would run her tongue all the way up and down the reporter's stiff prick, and suck on the balls one after another. Lois would have licked her hairy cunt, but the old woman was already wet and dripping, climbing on top of her. Lois watched as the future mother-in-law...and soon to be future mother again...pinned the reporter to the bed, **** for the big cock to stretch out her aching, needy hole...and as Gloria's moans echoed through the speakers, Lois took another swig of beer and hoped that neither of the pregnant women upstairs heard it.

The older man began to massage her thighs, his eyes closed as he concentrated on the cock in his mouth...and Lois wondered how many dicks he had sucked, to get this good. He seemed lost in the act, utterly consumed with the dickgirl's prick. As the minutes ticked by, Lois could feel the pressure build...her balls began to tighten...and she began to breathe harder and faster, hips twitching as if she could hump his face. Upstairs came a peal of laughter as the women found something to squeal over...

Lois grunted, unable to hold it in anymore. Cum boiled up her shaft, forcing his mouth open that little bit wider. A part of her wondered what it felt like as he finally choked, just a little, the cock swollen to fill his airway completely. Long sticky ropes splattered down his esophagus...and when he did finally pull his mouth off, his face was red and sweaty, gasping for breath, coughing a little. Lois looked apologetic...but he just got onto his feet, stiffly, licking cum out of his soup-strainer.

Oh God, Lois prayed. Please don't let him want to fuck me...or me to fuck him...

"Not bad for an old man, eh?" He smiled, and reached down and took a swig from his beer. "Hits the spot, yeah?"

"Yes," Lois said, and took a swig of her own beer. Between the **** and the ejaculation, she was feeling a little lightheaded...but to be honest, she wanted to be shitfaced right now. "Very good. Thank you Enrique."

"Maybe we do this again sometime?" He said. "And call me Papa! We're practically family now."

Lois couldn't tell if that was a threat...but she couldn't afford to let Maria know that Lois had fucked her mother and let her father suck her off.

"Sure, Papa," Lois said, and reached down to keep her softening dick from drooling onto the leather of the couch.