Chapter 3: A Surprising Reaction
Mary breathlessly watched her dear father's ass push forward and start rocking farther and farther forward, thrusting his organ deeper and deeper into Margaret, the Jones's dusky housekeeper, and a personal friend of Mary's only a few years older than Mary herself. Margaret was making happy noises, so presumably she wasn't being hurt. In fact the process sounded very, very pleasurable based on Margaret's sighs, moans, and twitching legs. Mary felt very guilty watching her dear father procreate with her dear friend, but was helplessly transfixed by it.
In sympathy, Mary urgently set down her notepad and illuminated pen, grabbed her lean breast with one hand, and thrust two fingers deeply into her vagina. She immediately felt what must be a dim portion of the sensation Margaret sounded like she was feeling at the moment from her father's huge penis. Mary's body, of its own volition, rose up onto her knees, and her ass twitched uncontrollably as a never before known overload of pleasure swept her body. It was like being kicked and stomped by pleasure. Her breath hissed out of her unfortunately pretty loudly. No martial arts match had ever prepared her for the overwhelming walloping of this feeling.
She looked back through the keyhole to find her father thrusting forcefully into Margaret, who was making cooing noises, her legs shaking. Mary's fingers were still moving in her own vagina, and she felt another rush of overwhelming pleasure overtake her. This time her leg yanked against the handcuff. Accident? She was glad it was there. Would she really ever let her father breed her?
Her mind said adamantly no, but her shaking legs and ass and next wave of pleasure through her body suggested maybe. If he was the only man on Earth, she thought, then absolutely yes. But he was not the only man on Earth, she knew. This was dangerous. She must remedy this. She must retreat for now. She was far from being an impartial scientific observer anyway. She gathered her belongings and unlocked the handcuffs.
Just as she was about to retreat, she heard a loud grunt of pure satisfaction from her father through the door. Was this the moment of insemination? Her curiosity got the better of her, and she looked through the keyhole again and saw that the action had stopped. A moment later, her father rolled off of Margaret, and she could see an abundance of white fluid, undoubtedly human semen, pouring out of Margaret's little pink bulls eye.
Mary's knees shook and her legs grew weak at the sight of this. Like a poisoned dagger thrust into her brain, it came to her that her father could not actually impregnate her because of the operation, so there was no danger of inbreeding from accepting his penis and semen. She backed away from the keyhole like it was poison and crept quickly like a cat back to her own bedroom and shut and locked the door. She wondered whether she should handcuff herself to the bed. It seemed as though she was more in control now that she was away from the sights and sounds of her father's and Margaret's lovemaking.
Just to be sure, she climbed into bed and handcuffed her ankle to the bedpost. Then she slipped two fingers into her love hole again and pushed them in and out in the rhythm she had witnessed. After many more minutes and two more shaking waves of pleasure, her body calmed, and she finally could think about things other than what she had just witnessed.
Now that she had witnessed the act and had been so affected by it, she knew that she had to form a satisfactory situation as Margaret had where she was being bred on a regular basis. She was horrified at the thought of her father acting as her bull, however. She absolutely must find another. Yet, with another boy or man, for example, George Rush, who she liked very much, he was probably fertile, and she would soon be pregnant, which was also unacceptable. She had to attend Vassar and then become the first G-Woman. She would not have time in her life for babies. She had a moment of sadness, realizing that therefore, because of her intended arc of her life, she was to be the last of the Joneses.
When Mary arrived at the breakfast table the following morning, Margaret was sitting in her father's lap and they were kissing deeply. She collected her morning coffee and yogurt and sat quietly down at the table with them. They broke their kiss, and her father immediately repeated, "Hooliganism!"
"You shouldn't get so upset," Margaret said.
