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A moan woke her. It was faint, nearly inaudible. She wondered if she'd heard anything at all, and then she heard it again. There was something about the quality of the moan that sent a chill through her naked body.
She lifted up from the bed and listened and heard it again. It was her mother. The sound brought memory rushing back. It was the same chilling kind of moan her mother had emitted when there was no doubt that she was going to be raped.
It came again. Suzy heard her father's voice, soft and soothing. Suzy sighed. Her mother was at it again, remembering. She got off the bed and picked her bikini up from the floor. She started to slip into it, until she felt how clammy the air conditioner had made the damp material.
She selected a pair of tight shorts from her dresser instead, and was searching for panties when she heard her father's voice turn impatient and strained.
She listened again. She heard him talking, but she couldn't make out the words. She cracked open the bedroom door and saw that their door wasn't closed all the way. She heard her father distinctly then.
"Tish, you've got to stop this!" he groaned. "God, look at it! Honey, I love you and need you, and it's as stiff as a board! You said you could do it. That's why we came back from the beach. You can't keep telling me you can and then turn me away when you get me like this! Christ, I can't take much more, Tish!"
"I'm sorry, David!" Tish wailed. "Oh, God - cover it up! Don't make me look at it!"
"We can get under the covers, Tish - you won't have to look at it then," he gasped.
"But I'll still feet it, David - f-fucking up my... into my pussy... ohhhhh. I can't, David, I just can't do it yet!"
Suzy sucked in her breath. In spite of herself, she felt her pussylips grow warm and bloat apart again with quick heat.
Shame coursed through her. How could the sound of her mother's pleading not to be fucked make her hot!
The shorts dangled from the tips of her fingers. Her tits heaved on her chest. She felt her asscheeks quiver and clench tightly at the thought, and she sucked in her breath again and again, knowing that the sight of her mother being fucked up her ass had been intensely thrilling after all!
Daringly, Suzy slipped through the door and tiptoed across the living room, carrying her shorts with her. She cast a quick glance at the front door to make sure Matt wasn't anywhere around.
Just in case he might be, she stepped quietly into her shorts, pulling the tight garment up her legs, wriggling her hips to get the shorts over the round globes of her asscheeks and snugging them up over her excited cunt.
Her tits were still bare, and she thought about hurrying back to her room for a pullover, but the sound of her father's voice stopped her.
"Damn it, Tish, I need a fuck!"
"David, I can't! I'm sorry, honey!"
"I've never been this horny in my life, Tish, I swear it!"
"Don't press me, David! It isn't fair! God, what kind of animal are you! It's only been a few days - you can't be that horny!"
"It's been nearly two weeks since it happened, Tish," he countered, his voice scratchy. "And it had been a week before that since the last time we had a party. We were going to have one that night, remember?"
"No! I don't remember!" Tish cried. "I don't keep a calendar of when we fuck!"
There was a moment of strained silence. Suzy edged closer, her heart pounding. She couldn't help but take sides while she listened. At first, she'd agreed with her mother. But now she wasn't so sure.
She put her eye to the partly open door and could see them. They were lying on the bed. Her mother's suit wasn't even off. But her father's trunks were, and his cock soared like a pipe from his loins, stiff and trembling with heat.
Tish sat up suddenly, leaning on one arm. She looked at her husband's towering cock and then turned her head away with a gasp, covering her mouth with her hand.
"God, David - put it away! Don't make me look at your cock any more!"
"Goddamn," he swore softly. "You used to like to look at it. You used to kiss it and fondle it and guide it into your hot pussy as if you couldn't get enough of it. You used to... ohhhhh, Tish, do that, at least!"
"No!"
"Play with it, honey! That won't remind you of what he did. Ohhhh, jack me off! Do something, Tish! I ache all over! God, honey, my balls..."
"No, no!"
Suzy looked at the towering prick and watched it jerk and throb and pulse. She licked her lips and couldn't keep from trying to slide her hand into her shorts to fondle her pussy.
They were too tight around her hips to let her hand into them. She unhooked the waist catch and unzipped the fly and pushed them down over her naked ass so that her cunt was bare. She cupped her hand under her crotch and stood there at the cracked door and played with her pussy again, the shorts wadded at the tops of her thighs.
She wished she were in there on the bed next to her father. She'd play with his stiff prick all he wanted!
The thought spun through her head as soon as the desire hit her. That was terrible!
Play with her father's cock? Jack him off the way he wanted? Let his beautiful, towering prick be the one to rip through her taut cherry and fuck to the back of her virginal cunt?
Suzy shivered wildly and nearly moaned aloud with the illicit sensations soaring through her body. Something had happened to her since that night. Never before had she thought of sliding her hot, sucking cunt down around her father's cock.
She should be feeling the things her mother felt now. She should hate the sight of a stiff prick - fear it. But she didn't, and she couldn't help it.
Right now, she could feel the warm, sticky flow of her cunt honey leaking from inside her sweet tunnel again. It coated her squeezing fingers and ran into the palm of her hand.
Would it be as shameful to want to suck his prick off for him? She knew how now. She'd done it once. She'd done that to a raping, vicious cock. What would it be like to suck off her loving, sweet father's prick and swallow down his wads of boiling, syrupy sperm?
She gasped softly and leaned against the door frame, her knees quaking with all the thoughts and questions she was daring to ask herself now.
"Jack it off yourself, David," Tish said finally. Her voice was hollow. She still didn't turn her head back.
"Aw, Tish - come on..." he whined softly. He reached for her hand, taking it gently. She let him. He drew it toward his prick. The instant her fingers touched the solid, throbbing meat, she jerked her hand back.
"No, David!" she nearly screamed.
"I can't rape your hand, for God's sake!"
"Let me go! I'm going back outside! I can't take it, David, I'm sorry!"
She jumped from the bed. Suzy gasped with alarm, but her father's voice stopped Tish.
"Honey, wait!" he choked. "Don't go! All right, all right - I'll do it. But don't go, Tish."
"I don't want to watch."
"Please, honey? I want you to watch. I want you to get used to me again. You have to learn that I'm the same old me and that I love you just as I always did. I want you to get used to me again, sweetie. Tish, you have to try!"
Tish wrung her hands. She chewed on her lower lip again. She looked all around the room until there was nothing more to look at but her husband.
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