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"Mr. Horlock?"
"There, there. We'll give you another chance."
Dad's hands clutched the woman's cheeks.
"Mr. Horlock..."
Dad released the woman and sat down in his chair. He took her hands in his.
"Look, I know how important it is to provide a good home for your son, maybe even buy him extra things, so if your performance improves..."
Dad paused, looking up at the woman.
"Here, come down here where we can see each other eye to eye."
Dad pulled on the woman's hands and she fell to her knees on the carpet in front of him.
"That's better. Now, where was I? Oh yes. If your performance improves to the point that I'm satisfied with it, you can keep your job, and I'll even give you a little raise."
Dad's hands slid up the outside of the woman's arms and onto her shoulders, then back down but this time he pushed them under her arms and held her sides, by her breasts.
"Mr. Horlock..."
"We'll even start you off with a little bonus."
Dad's hands moved down to the woman's waist, the back up along her sides.
"Mr. Horlock, I..."
"That's much better than losing your job tonight, isn't it?"
The woman didn't answer. Dad moved his hands again, this time more slowly and suggestively, palms pressing in against the side of her breasts.
"Isn't it?" he asked.
The woman said something but I couldn't hear.
"What's that?" Dad's voice was more confident, demanding.
"Yes," the woman replied meekly.
"Of course it is," Dad said benevolently, moving his hands to the front of the woman's dress.
She looked down and to the side while Dad rubbed his palms on the front of her dress. Despite the forward cant of her head, her blonde hair was long enough to remain hanging over her shoulder. Still, with her head to the side, I could see that she was pale with fine features, a delicate woman. She suddenly stiffened and I knew that Dad, keeping his palm pressed against the front of the dress, had closed his fingers to take in the full form of her breasts.
"Everything will be fine, Jennifer, you'll see."
Evidently satisfied with the way things were going and confident about where they were headed, Dad released Jennifer's breasts and slid his hands around to the back of her neck. He fumbled with the hook for a few seconds and then slid the zipper down the back of her dress. Jennifer shivered as her back was exposed but didn't interfere.
"You're such a pretty girl. It's a shame your husband was such a deadbeat, it really is, but you're better off without him. Things don't have to be so hard on you, you know, you don't have to do it all on your own."
While he was talking in his slithery voice, Dad unsnapped the back of Jennifer's bra and pushed its straps and the dress down her arms to her elbows. She was very slender. He sat back and looked at the woman, who was still kneeling before him, face turned down and to her left, as if ashamed of her exposure and that she was allowing it to happen.
"That's better. I'm sure things will start looking up from now on," Dad smiled.
He put his finger under Jennifer's chin, lifted her face and turned it toward him.
"Things are going to get better, aren't they?"
"Yes," Jennifer mumbled.
"Of course they are."
Dad took Jennifer's right hand and placed it on his pants, directly on the noticeable bulge there.
"Let's see what kind of bonus you're worth, shall we?"
Jennifer didn't move.
"Well, get on with it."
Jennifer jerked and pulled her hand away to cover her mouth, stifling a sob.
"Enough of that," Dad barked. He unzipped his pants and pulled her hand back, stuffing it inside his zipper. "That's it, don't be afraid. Just wiggle your fingers a little."
I couldn't see if Jennifer complied with his demand because her head was in the way.
"Wiggle them!"
"Yeah, that's it. See what you can do. He really likes it. Look how you've made him grow. Oh yeah, I can see you've got a talent for this. Ahhhhh, shit yeah."
Jennifer moved her head and, from my vantage point in the loft above and slightly to the left behind Jennifer, I could now see her fingers moving inside Dad's pants.
"You want to see it, don't you?"
Dad didn't wait for an answer.
"Take it out. Go ahead, you can look at it if you want."
Jennifer shook her head.
"Take it out!"
Jennifer fumbled in Dad's pants for a few seconds but finally managed to pull his cock out.
"There you go. Bet your loser husband didn't have one like that, did he?"
Jennifer shook her head. Dad might be a braggart but he did have a decent sized cock. It pleased me to be a recipient of my father's genes and, as disgusting as this scene was, I was fascinated by it and my father's unrepentant exercise of power.
"Jack it," Dad commanded.
Jennifer curled her delicate fingers around Dad's shaft and hesitantly stroked it up and down.
"Grip it harder."
"Move your hand all the way up and down."
"Right over the head. That's it. Squeeze it. Ahhhh, yeah. Keep doing it like that."
Jennifer moved her hand up and down and Dad leaned back to enjoy it. After a while, he leaned forward and pawed her breasts. I could see his right hand cupping her left breast.
"You're not very big. I bet you had nothing before you had a kid but they're not too bad now. A little slopey, but you got nice nipples."
He pinched her nipple and pulled her tit away from her chest.
"Do you like that?"
Jennifer shook her head but her hand never stopped moving.
"You know what they say about women with small tits?"
Jennifer shook her head again.
"They're good cocksuckers," Dad laughed loudly. He stopped laughing abruptly. "Are you a good cocksucker Jennifer?"
She shook her head.
"You mean to tell me that deadbeat husband of yours never made you suck his cock?"
Jennifer shook his head.
"What a wiener," Dad laughed but abruptly became serious. "Get on it."
Jennifer looked up at him.
"Come on, enough with the hand. Put your mouth on it."
Jennifer kept looking up at Dad, unmoving, like a deer caught in head lights.
"Come on," Dad urged, displacing her hand on his cock with his own and placing the other on top of her head.
He pulled her head forward and fed his cock into her mouth. Jennifer sputtered and Dad pulled his cock back.
"Too big?" Dad laughed. "That's okay, you'll get used to it."
He jammed it back into Jennifer's mouth but when she sputtered again he ignored her, knotted his fingers in the hair on top of her head and pulled her onto his cock. He didn't stop until Jennifer choked and yanked her head back, gagging. Dad laughed and as soon as she stopped coughing, he jammed his cock back into her face.
"Deeper, come on, you can do it."
Jennifer tried to grab Dad's cock but he batted her hands away.
"Okay, we'll work it in slowly."
Dad grabbed both sides of Jennifer's head and started flexing his hips, fucking into her face. She kept trying to pull her head back but couldn't. Dad kept up a steady rhythm but didn't go too deep and after a while until Jennifer seemed to relax. I guess she had learned to handle the assault, the brutal invasion of my father's meat in her mouth. When she was taking his cock easily, he started pulling on her head and shoving it in deeper. Every few thrusts, Dad pulled out and let Jennifer clear her throat, but shoved his meat back into her mouth quicker each time.
I was amazed by how quickly Jennifer adapted to Dad's cock plunging deep into her mouth. At first, she had barely been able to take his head in but now Dad was pulling her face all the way down to his balls and holding it there for a few seconds before releasing her and letting her head pop off his cock and then, right away, pulling her back onto it.
This went on for a while and I wondered when Dad was going to stand up and bend Jennifer over the desk like did to Mrs. Omed but when he started breathing harder and harder, I knew he wasn't going to. He was going to unload on her face, the way Mrs. Omed wouldn't let him. Sure enough, Dad suddenly held Jennifer's head firmly in place and thrust frantically in her face. He was gasping and moaning really loud. He stood up in a half crouch and continued plunging into Jennifer's upturned face.
Then he was yelling, making weird, primeval sounds, coming in her mouth, grabbing his cock and pulling it out, steering it around her face, covering her with his spunk. Only when the last drop dripped off his cock did he release her hair.
"Lick it clean," he commanded.
Jennifer dutifully took Dad's cock back into her mouth and sucked until he pulled it out, satisfied. He turned around, grabbed the roll of shop towels, tore off several sheets, and threw them at her.
"Clean yourself up."
He stuffed his cock away and zipped up. Jennifer had stood and was getting some more shop towels, her dress sliding unnoticed over her slim hips and down her legs to the floor, revealing a pair of cheap cotton panties barely covering a nice, tight little butt. Dad admired her pear-like cheeks and patted the right one.
"I was right. You're a great little cocksucker, Jennifer, and you've got a nice little ass to boot. Too bad you wore me out with your mouth. Look, here's a hundred for you and another to get some extra babysitting for your kid. I want to see you tomorrow, no, make that Thursday. I'll have a talk with Mrs. Omed tomorrow to straighten her out and let her know about your raise. Now, go pick out some nice under things from the store for yourself, and maybe a dress or two. Nothing too expensive, mind you."
Dad stuffed the bills into Jennifer's hand.
"Don't worry kid. You got a job here for life it you keep that up." He looked down her front. "And don't forget the panties. Those things don't do justice to what you got under there."
Jennifer stooped to pick up her dress and pulled it up. She zipped up without putting the bra on, holding it in her hand with the money.
"Listen, honey. If you start having second thoughts, think about your kid and how you'll get another job if I spread the word that you're a little thief."
Jennifer looked indignant and started to protest but was stopped by Dad's sneering smile.
"It's a tough world, kid. Run along home now and don't be calling in sick tomorrow."
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My father had always been a tough employer but I had never known he was a real bastard. I mean, he was a real heel, a miserable fucking cunt. But, look at the awesome sex he got. The thought of what he was going to get on Thursday made my cock throb. I had come in my pants again and now, after a long shower, sitting in my room, I was hard again.
Tomorrow, Dad would be busy with Mrs. Omed, and Thursday it would be Jennifer's turn again. I wanted to see that, but tomorrow, Mom would be waiting for Dad in the afternoon. Would he come? I had my doubts but I had to be sure. I called Jessica.
"Hey Jessica, how are you?"
"Yeah? That's great."
"No, I'm not coming back to work in the store. Dad and I still don't see eye to eye."
"Yeah, I know. Look, Mom's planning a surprise for him later this week. No, don't tell anyone at the store, but listen, can you let me know if he leaves tomorrow afternoon? She's getting stuff ready and doesn't want him to find out. You can? That's great. Yeah, I'll come down for a coffee soon."
"You too. Bye."
That was easy. Maybe I had more of Dad's genes than I thought.
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"I'm going out Mom. See you after supper," I yelled.
Mom had dressed nicely again today and was super nice to Dad but he hadn't noticed. I got the feeling that Mom thought he was just putting on an act because she seemed more pleased the more he ignored her. He was such a prick yet women fawned over him. I bet within weeks that Jennifer wouldn't be moping about her situation. I bet she'd be leaning over Dad's desk, eager for a pounding from behind. Dad had a way about him.
I dropped the car off and hurried home. In my room, I set my phone so I would vibrate if Jessica called, then undressed quickly, this time leaving my shorts on the bed with the rest of my clothes. Kneeling down by the floor, I listened for Mom's telltale murmurs but all I could hear was the DVD playing in her room.
Excellent! Mom was already into it. I pushed the door open and crept stealthily down the hall, then peeked around the door jamb.
Mom wasn't there!
Shit! I looked down the hall, listening for sounds coming from downstairs. Nothing. I looked back into Mom's room and immediately jerked my head back because she was coming out of her bathroom, humming. I was about to sprint back to my room when I noticed her reflection in the mirrored closet doors with her back to me while she stood in front of the TV with the remote in her hand. She was changing the DVD.
Mom was wearing a sexy black camisole. While she waited for the DVD to start, she pushed the matching lacy black panties down her legs and kicked them off her feet. Man, the camisole only coming down to her waist really emphasized her ass! It was bigger than Jennifer's but firmer than Mrs. Omed's, and bare, completely bare.
I closed my eyes, trying to contain the excitement overcoming me. When I opened them, Mom was kneeling on the bed, placing a pillow in the middle. She pointed the remote and adjusted the sound, then leaned over the pillow to watch the porno flick on the TV.
I stood in the hallway for a long time, intently watching Mom's ass as she watched the TV with equal concern. The man on the TV was treating a woman about Mrs. Omed's age the same way Dad treated her and Jennifer. My cock surged as I realized that Mom must like the same kind of treatment.
Well, Dad wasn't coming, was he?
This isn't some woman working in the store, asshole. It's your mother.
Yeah, well, I wasn't going to do anything, not more than last time. I wasn't going to do her. All I wanted to do was finger her, maybe put my whole hand up there. She loved the full thickness of my fingers, right up to the knuckles, last time. That's all I was going to do, what she wanted, like I was performing a service she needed but couldn't get from her deadbeat husband who should be doing it for her. Just because he's an asshole doesn't mean she should go without. I mean, look how happy she'd been the last two days. I wanted to make Mom happy; I had been making her happy.
Whoa. Mom was getting up on her knees. I got ready to retreat to my room. Ahhh, no problem. She was just putting on the blindfold which, I saw now, was actually a sleeping mask. Great. My cock tingled. We were getting close and it was very eager to get started.
Mom leaned over the pillow and squiggled around, getting comfortable. Her legs opened and I saw her pussy with its pink slit running down the middle. Oh, fuck this was going to be great. The dildo appeared and Mom fumbled with it for a few seconds, slowly inserting it in her pussy. In a moment, it was in and Mom started slowly humping it. We were away!
I forced myself to stay in the hall. I wanted to rush in and play with her ass and pussy but knew I had to wait until she was really horny. It was a long time before I heard the first sigh, the slightest whimper, and then the titilating, "Mmmmmm."
It was incredibly hard to wait while those "Mmmmm's" grew in length and frequency but I did it and was proud of my stoicism. When I was about to enter, I had a brilliant idea. I should go downstairs and open and close the front door to make it sound like Dad had come home. I crept downstairs, cock bouncing all over the place, and did it, then returned. Coming up the stairs, I cursed myself for being stupid. What if Mom had got up to greet Dad? I had only seen her wait for him once. What if that wasn't routine?
Not too worry. When I peeked nervously into Mom's room, her ass was worshipping the dildo and her blindfolded head was focused intently on the TV. I approached the bed, stood waiting for a minute, then kneeled on the mattress. Again, I waited, knowing Mom was aware of my, or so she thought, Dad's, presence. Her ass had stopped humping the dildo and she was waiting.
I waited longer, controlling my breathing, and listening to Mom's. She pulled the dildo out of her pussy and let it fall on the bed. Her ass pushed up, beckoning, her pussy pouting a warm welcome, waiting for the Thor's hammer.
The anticipation in the room, on both our parts, was thick and heavy. Mom's pussy lips moved as if she was breathing through them. She really wanted it, wanted my fingers, needed my hand. She was so fucking horny. Her thighs parted a fraction of an inch, opening her lips, moistly begging for my hand, my fingers, anything.
I kneeled closer, reached for Mom's hands and crossed them behind her back, holding both slender wrists in my left hand. I lowered my right and lined it up between her thighs, being careful not to touch her legs, but I could tell she knew what was coming. Inch by inch, my fingers approached Mom's slit. When they were almost there, I flicked the tip of my longest finger to brush Mom's lips and she flinched, moaning. I teased her like that, adding a vertical exploration of her slit, for several minutes. When not relishing my power, I was mesmerized by the sight of her twitching ass, quivering thighs, and trembling pussy lips. I felt in total control.
With all that preparation I still took her by complete surprise when I plunged my fingers in deep. Mom yowled in delight and gasped and moaned constantly as I frigged her madly, jamming my fingers in her cunt hard and fast. She didn't know what hit her but she rode it like the wind. Abruptly, I stopped, and pulled my dripping fingers out.
Oh, what a forlorn wail. It pulled my heartstrings and I almost relented, my fingers moving back toward her lips I pulled them away. I waited again, hovering near. Soon, my fingertips grazed up the inside of Mom's thighs but skirted around her throbbing pussy and moved instead up onto her ass. I feathered all around her cheeks for several minutes before exploring her crack and then left her alone, even pulling my hand away from her wrists.
Mom could only know I was still there by my weight on the bed.
Suddenly, I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, then spit on the crinkly, penny-sized hole. Quickly, I squeezed her cheeks and rubbed them together, pulled them apart, spit again, then pinched them together for another rub. Releasing her cheeks, I dug my left thumb in and ran it up and down her crack, pausing to let it nudge into the little depression holding most of my spit.
When I looked at a girl's ass, I just liked the look of it. I had no idea what the attraction was other than that but Dad had put ideas in my head. Why did he want to fuck Mrs. Omed's ass? Did he have gay tendencies, and what about me? I had to admit, the idea was beginning to appeal to me, but not with Mom. I couldn't do it with my own mother, but what about Mrs. Omed, or better, that lovely little set of pears on Jennifer?
My fingers found Mom's pussy and pushed inside. First two, then three, and finally four. It took quite a while but eventually I squeezed my whole hand in, past the third set of knuckles, and slowly twisted it around and moved it back and forth. Mom was loving it. I leaned close over her ass and licked her crack. Mom tossed her ass around wildly. I licked her crack again, flicking the tip of my tongue all the way up. I had to lean on her to keep her close to the bed.
I tried to pull Mom's cheeks apart but couldn't with one hand so I pulled hers down, one at a time, and placed then on the sides of her cheeks. She got the idea and pulled them apart which let me spit on her crinkly asterisk and tease it with the tip of my tongue. It didn't taste horrible like I thought it would so I pressed the flat of my tongue against it and wiggled it, then flicked it again with the tip.
