The Mother Load

A high-pitched squeal rose out of Heather’s throat, like a loud mouse, at the sound of her mother’s voice from the doorway. The dark-haired teen threw her body, naked, down flat against her father without looking over, utterly embarrassed. Below, between her legs, spread and straddling her father’s waist, his thick, long cock still plugged her wet hole, a sight that her mother could no doubt see. Pulling herself off her father’s dick would have been the right thing to do, lying there still so full of her daddy’s rod, the very same tool he’d used to conceive her, was only going to make things worse, and yet the mortification of being caught by her mother paralyzed her.

“What happened to the door?” Brooke asked, glancing around the corner where it lay propped against the wall. She shook her head and looked back at her ex-husband and the raven-haired young thing clinging to his chest. “Really? You broke it down? You couldn’t even stop for a minute to open a door handle?”

The door? Heather slowly began to breathe again, long ragged breaths that bounced off her father’s shoulder and blew back into her face. Her mother had just caught her only daughter riding cowgirl on her ex-husband, the father of their child, and she was more preoccupied with the door of all things? That didn’t add up. Her mother and father had always taken a rather relaxed approach to sex, her mother taking the stance that she was probably going to do it regardless so better be well informed, though she disapproved of how open Robert was with her, saying it was a step too far in many instances. So, Heather couldn’t fathom a situation where hearing about her father’s conquests would be a step too far but fucking him would be A-O.K.

“B-Brooke, I…it was an accident, we…” He struggled to peer over the top of Heather’s head, but she refused to budge from atop him. “W-what are you going here?”

“We need to talk, about the company. It’s urgent, so I let myself in, since you clearly couldn’t hear me.” Brooke took a few steps deeper into the room and stood with her arms crossed against her chest. “I could hear you though, or rather, her, all the way from the foyer.”

‘Her’; the way she said that word dripped with derision. Heather had heard that same tone used before when her mother would talk about the women that her father brought home. Either her mother was so mad at her that she couldn’t even say her name, but could only see her as one more in a long string of sluts that opened their legs for Robert Ravers, or she hadn’t noticed it was her flesh and blood daughter lying atop his chest, stuffed full of her daddy’s cock. Hopeful, she kept her face buried against the nape of her father’s neck, praying that her mother didn’t recognize her from her hair or her naked, pushed out ass.

“Urgent?” Robert repeated, sitting up a little more and inadvertently pushing his dick a little deeper into his daughter. She sank her teeth into the muscle of his shoulder to keep from moaning, terrified her mother would recognize her voice. “What’s this about, Brooke?”

“Not in front of her.” Impatient and inconvenienced, she crossed her legs at the ankles, foot tapping, arms folded, with an irritated half frown adorning her face. “Send her back to her dorm and we’ll talk.”

That practically confirmed that her mother wasn’t aware it was her own daughter with a hole full of her father’s meat without outright saying it. Instead, she seemed to believe that she was just some slutty college chick that Robert had picked up. Retracing the events of her mother’s entrance, Heather considered how she must have looked, hunched over, rolling her hips against her father’s crotch, her thick, dark hair, made even denser by sweat, draped over her face, veiling her from her mother’s sight. And before her mom could take a closer look, she’d dove onto her father, hiding herself even further, out of panic, but it was really the best thing she could have done.

“Could you, uh, give us some privacy?” Robert grunted, Heather’s tight pussy still idly twitching around his shaft. “I’ll be down in a moment.”

Brooke arched an eyebrow. “Privacy? My, this is a shy, little whore you’ve found for yourself. Usually, they love bouncing on your dick like a pogo stick, rubbing it in my face that you’re fucking them and not me.”

“Please, don’t…” Over the years, especially living together but divorced when Heather was younger, this wasn’t the first time that Brooke had come home to find him with a woman, remembering and imagining each of them, just as his ex-wife had said, riding him even under her watchful eye. But he didn’t want Heather to be one of those, just another face in a slew of one-night stands and short-lived relationships. “…don’t call her a whore.”

“Huh? You actually like this one? I mean for more than just her tight cooch? Don’t make me laugh, Robbie. She’s practically your daughter’s age.” Brooke paced further into the room, until she was almost directly behind the pair, and stole a glance where they were connected, her puffy puss stretched open and enveloping two thirds of his cock. “I thought she was young when I saw her discarded clothes all over the house, but I didn’t realize how young until I saw her on top of you. You really think you’re going to settle down now, at your age, with a college freshman?”

“I…it could…age is just a number, right?” he said, unconvincingly, but he couldn’t very well tell her not to call her a whore because it was their daughter he was fucking. “It could happen.”

“Face it, if you couldn’t settle down with me, you’ll never make it with anyone. I gave you everything you wanted, that you could ever want, and it still wasn’t enough. Anything you could ever have needed, work, home, the bedroom, I did it, willingly, enthusiastically, optimistically,” Brooke said, staring with bitterness at the naked pair before her. “For fuck’s sake, I even gave you a child. An honest to goodness daughter that’s a 100 percent yours.”

And was currently lying on top of him, completely nude, her large breasts squashed against his chest. But that’s when it came together for Robert and he realized that, through all the stress, dealing with Zack, Monica and Gregory, while exploring his new-found relationship with his daughter, he had never considered how this might have been affecting his ex-wife. Aside from an argument over Heather’s behavior at the gala, they hadn’t even talked since the news came out. Even with the recent development that Zack wasn’t his, it didn’t change anything. He’d still had an affair behind her back.

“This is about Monica,” he said simply, and then, poking the bear but hoping to get Heather out of danger, he added, “Can’t we talk about this later?”

“I want to talk about this now. Maybe she-” There was that tone again, Heather noted. “-needs to hear this, to know what settling down with you really means. It means finding out that no matter what you do, wear, or say, you’ll never be enough. No amount of lingerie, roleplaying, dirty talk, toys or night long marathon sex sessions can quench your thirst Robert. And when you finally come out and admit that you have a high sex drive and that she’s not enough, but you still love her, she’ll feel so guilty and empathetic that she’ll allow you to invite other women into your bed. Once permission is given for the first transgression, it seems easy to allow the rest. Wife swapping, swinging, parties that descend into orgies intended under a false pretense to bring you closer, but honestly, she’ll never felt more disconnected to you than in those moments. But at least when she’s permitting it, she’ll felt like she was still involved, it was still about the two of you, even if she isn’t taking part. Then she’ll find out, eighteen years later, that you weren’t even asking permission anymore. You were just out fucking Monica Bishop, without a second thought for her.”

“I’m sorry, Brooke, I am. I’m sorry I couldn’t love you the way you loved me, and I’m sorry all of this news is dragging all the old feelings back up into the open,” he apologized, though it seemed a little shallow while his daughter was still lying on top of him, her pussy lips clenched around his thick shaft. “But we can talk about this later, as much as you want, just…not right now.”

“Ok, ok, I’ll go, but I don’t know why you’re being so pushy. You never used to be bothered by me seeing you fucking sluts…” she said, turning to leave. She barely got halfway to the door when she stopped and cast a curious glance over her shoulder. “Oh, I see now. You still haven’t cum, have you? You just want me out quick so you can finish the job.”

“If I said it was, would you actually leave?” Robert growled through gritted teeth, wondering what it was going to take to actually get his ex-wife to leave, without seeing Heather.

“Do you remember…when we started having sex with other people, inviting them to join us? We’d go to a bar and I got to pick the slut you’d fuck that night. The one I’d get to watch you fill with your thick cock. I have to admit, even to this day, it’s the biggest I’ve ever seen. They were always shocked in the beginning, that you were going to fuck them, and I was going to watch. But it was never just watching, was it? You’d get them like this, legs spread over you, thrusting into their tight snatch and then…do you remember what you asked me to do then?” His ex-wife, Heather’s mother, crossed the room, back to where she’d stood, closer, standing between Robert’s open legs, and slowly, teasingly, slid down onto her knees, face to face to where that thick of Robert’s met the new girl’s tight snatch, that unbeknownst to Brooke, belonged to her very own daughter. “You asked me to help you cum inside them.”

“Br-Brooke, ah, you don’t have to do this,” the usually cool and confident Robert Ravers stammered as his ex-wife swiped at the base of his cock with her tongue, making it twitch inside his daughter’s hole. “Y-you really shouldn’t!”

“What’s the big deal?” Brooke asked, pulling back for a moment. “It’s not like I haven’t done it before, and the sooner you cum, the sooner we can get down to this business with the company.”

Returning her tongue to the base of his shaft, she licked upwards in long, flat strokes, covering the bottom half that wasn’t lodged inside the hole she didn’t know belonged to her daughter. Every time she turned her head upwards her nose nudged against Heather’s taint and the teen tensed up, feeling it slide higher, against her asshole. It felt so strange to think that her mother’s nose was in her ass, and just like her father’s cock in her pussy, it didn’t feel bad. The sense of pending orgasm had never really faded from her body, leaving her so on edge, and the sudden introduction of her mother’s nose against her backdoor was almost enough of to tip her over.

A groan passed Robert’s lips, enjoying the expert tongue of his ex-wife on his shaft, but resisting the urge to cum. Licking him like an ice lolly in a hot day, she continuously attacked his cock with her tongue, making it incredibly difficult to hold back his load, but he had to. Though he’d already been close before Brooke’s interruption, he knew that if he came now, he’d have no excuses left. Then Brooke would realize that the reason he wasn’t getting up wasn’t a ‘why’ but rather a ‘who’. Unfortunately, the fog of lust had clogged up his head and he couldn’t think of an alternative, but as she kept licking, occasionally dipping down to lap at his balls, he knew he couldn’t hold back forever.

“Come on, move, I’m not doing all the work,” Brooke demanded, grabbing the girl’s ass, unaware it was her daughter’s firm, well-toned buttocks filling her palms, and making her grind against Robert’s cock. “You want to cum too, don’t you?”

Tilting her head to the side slightly, just enough to see her father’s face but keeping her dark, heavy hair over her own, she looked at him with a dropped jaw. Partly because of how insane it was that she was being told to grind on her father by her mother who kept burying her face between them, and in part also because, despite how scandalous, how incredibly taboo it was, it felt so fucking good, and yet, Heather too had to hold herself back. A single moan could give away her voice. With her mother forcing her to roll her hips against her father, filling her deeper with his cock, that task was becoming increasingly insurmountable.

“I’m sorry,” Robert whispered to his daughter, looking up into her glazed blue eyes, moving her hips with fervor now, bouncing her ass on his cock, sliding her slick pussy lips up and down the top half of his long, thick cock, while her mother lapped enthusiastically at the root, completely oblivious that the delicious juices running down his shaft belonged to her own daughter. “I can’t imagine how weird this is for you.”

“It’s okay da-” Heather managed to stop herself, too scared to even say the word ‘daddy’ in hushed, breathy tones. She lifted a hand and caressed his face as she told him, “I know you’ve been holding back, but don’t worry. You should feel good too. Just let go, and cum inside me.”

“But, if I cum…” He took a hold of her ass, unsure whether he wanted her to stop, or wanted to help her take him even deeper. “Your…she’ll-”

“Then she’ll freak. We’ll deal with the consequences when that happens…after…after you cum. I’m okay with it. If this is how it has to come out then, then that’s okay. So long as it’s me and you, so long as you feel good too. So, you don’t have to hold back anymore. Release it all,” Her words took on a rhythmic, almost hypnotic melody. Robert could feel himself relaxing, the wall he’d constructed in his mind to keep them safe crumbling, each word tearing down another brick. “Release it all inside. Cum with me. Yes, cum. Inside. Yes. Give it to me. Cum inside me. Please. Give it all to me.”

“What are you two talking about?” Brooke demanded, removing her tongue from Robert’s shaft as their whispered conversation grew louder.

With a drawn-out bellow, Robert Ravers thrust upwards, balls deep into his daughter and came. His wife watched his nut-sack tense while the base of his cock flexed, knowing that he was finally cumming inside his slut of the hour, without realizing that slut was in fact her own flesh and blood. At the same time, Heather felt his cock head, at the furthest reaches of her hole, pressed against her cervix, throb and expand, his slit opening as he unleashed the first shot of his load, hot and sticky, warming her from the inside, knowing that, all the while, her mother was watching.

The thick cock deep inside her, stretching her, pulsing as a torrent of cum flooded her pussy set off a chain reaction in the dark-haired teen, triggering her own orgasm. Eyes rolling back into her head, she grabbed her father’s broad shoulders, anchoring herself as her whole body began to shudder, every muscle twitching in response to the surge of electric pleasure that coursed through her body. Including her hips, spasming backwards suddenly, unintentionally lifting her ass. A sense of emptiness overcame her but in the height of her climax it took her almost a minute to realize she’d lifted herself clear off her father’s cock.

Freed from the grip of his daughter’s lips, his cock bobbed as it continued to expel the content of his balls. A heavy rope of thick, milky semen shot from his tip and splashed against Brooke’s cheek. The next hit her square in the eye. She yelped and caught a third in the mouth, tasting him again after so many years as it dribbled down her chin and stained her dress. Reaching out a hand to block he next shot, her one eye left her depth perception worthless and she aimed too low, completely missing the next load as it handed in her hair.

“For fuck’s sake, Robert, now I need to take a shower and get cleaned up,” Brooke snapped, standing as his cock finally seemed to subside, his powerful cum shots reduced to a dribble onto the hard wood floor. “I presume I still have some clothes in my old room, provided Valeria hasn’t thrown them out.” She paused at the door and looked back at the raven-haired young woman tuckered out atop her ex-husband. “I expect her gone by the time I’m finished.”

Even once Brooke was out the door, it took the daddy-daughter pair a couple of minutes to come to their senses and peel their sweating bodies apart. Nothing was said, nothing could be said to convey the magnitude to awe at how they had managed to evade discovery, the miraculous intervention of Robert giving his ex-wife an unintentional facial saving their hides. They simply looked at each other and smiled, thankful for small blessings as they gathered up their clothes.

“You should go while the goings good,” Robert suggested, not wanting to chance the good hand they’d been dealt.

“I will,” she said, leaning up and kissing him softly, quickly. “I love you.”

“I love you too honey,” he said, still hushed, as he hurriedly reciprocated the kiss.

Heather did indeed leave the room, however, she had no intention of leaving the house. Whatever this urgent news about the company was, she wanted to hear it. So, sneaking out of her father’s bedroom, she slipped inside her own room and redressed. Pulling on a pair of hip hugging panties, cotton with a funky design, she kept his cum from seeping out and dripping down her legs. Completing the attire, she tucked her ass into a pair of almost skin-tight yoga pants and squeezed her large breasts into a white vest top, forgoing a bra. That wasn’t terribly unusual for her. Hopping to the door as she slipped on a pair of sneakers, she peered out, checking the coast was clear and hurried downstairs.

So, it was a surprise to both Brooke and Robert when they descended the stairs naught twenty minutes later and found their daughter at the kitchen table, gulping down a tall glass of water.

“Heather?” Her mother looked to Robert and back to her dark-haired daughter. “What are you doing here?”

“Yes, honey, I wasn’t expecting you tonight,” Robert said woodenly, shooting concerned glances at her while avoiding his ex-wife’s watchful eye.

“Nice to see you guys too,” Heather feigned being insulted. “After all the news that came out today, I decided to come check up on dad and see how he was doing, or if there had been any further developments.”

“Oh, there have been,” Robert said, hoping to quickly change the subject. “Your mother was just about to tell me-”

“Wait a moment, Robert,” Brook said, rounding on her daughter again. “You just happened to get here when I have this news?”

“Well, no, I got here earlier, but I could hear dad was having some fun. I mean, I could hear it all the way in the foyer as soon as I got in the house,” Heather pretended to look sheepish about the admission as she repeated her mother’s own words. “Rather than disturb him, I just went for a run. I’ve been so worried, all day, I just felt like I had a lot of tension, all pent up, that I needed to release.”

It was all Heather could do not to giggle as she watched her father sweat under the teasing implications of those words. Her mother stared for a second, before admitting, with a similar, more genuine embarrassment, “Ah, yes, I heard that too. Did you see the girl on her way out? She is out of the house, right, Robert?”

“Huh? Oh, yes,” he looked to his daughter, the teasing little daredevil that she was. “I told her to leave.”

“I actually saw her on her way out. Dark hair, young, smoking hot body; bet she was good in bed,” Heather noted with a prideful smirk, watching her father’s cheeks redden. Embarrassing Robert Ravers was not an easy feat. “She was getting in a cab as I finished my run.”

“Cab?” Brooke frowned. “Then who’s jeep is that?”

“Oh, that’s mine, or my friend’s, rather. Kurt borrowed my car, so I had to take hers,” Heather said, truthfully, for the first time feeling a little nervous. If her mother happened to look inside, she’d see all of Robert’s mystery girl’s clothes stowed in the backseat. “Does it really matter? What’s more important, grilling me all night, or this news you came here to tell daddy?”

“Hey, I’m your mother, I’ll ‘grill’ you as much as I like, missy…but, fine. The issue I came to discuss with your father is an emergency. And it concerns you too, so you might as well stay.” Brooke took a deep breath.

“The board had an secret meeting tonight, where they had a vote of no confidence in you, Robert. Effective immediately, your father has been ejected from the company.”