Im Mels Dad Ch 12 After Lunch

TWELVE

AFTER LUNCH

We're sitting finishing up our sandwiches when the crew comes back in and I take them to the bathroom, telling them that I want three cameras in the shower, two high, one low by the drain. One over the door for a general view, one over the mirror and one at the faucet in the sink.

They set to work with that.

They don't need Mel for that - and the space is too tight for even three people, so we leave them to it. The three of us and Gail move into the living room, Betty and I sit on the couch and rehearse long memories. Gail and Mel go over and launch a giggle filled study of the aquarium.

Though I doubt they were really commenting on the shark ray poking around the mud at the bottom of the pressurized tank. And my doubts are confirmed by the touching and stroking, at first tentative, but quickly more confident and overt.

The bathroom goes quick and Peter comes in to report.

Mel leads them up to our bedroom and I, trusting Mel to offer suggestive direction, stay with Betty sitting on the couch and reminisce.

Events they have staged.

People we've known and lost.

We talk for about forty minutes.

About everything.

Avoiding touching on Mel's mother.

Mel comes down, excited and talks about the set-up in the bedroom. Because she describes pretty much what we'd discussed, I feel no need to check.

Mel excited leads the crew into the backyard. They are not as enthusiastic as she is, but they are dedicated to the work.

Betty and I sit and talk more, falling into the easy, sub-overt sexual banter that grew from our long time connection.

After about half an hour I get up to refresh our coffee and glance out the window over the sink.

"Are they supposed to be doing that?!"

Betty hears me and comes quickly into the kitchen

We watch out the window, seeing Mel, with her dress bunched around her waist, little more than a belt, stretched out splay-legged and arms akimbo on one of lounges.

John sits on one of the tables feeding her his cock, which she eagerly devours.

Gail is facedown between Mel's wide-spread legs, her shirt open and rucked up around her shoulders, eating my daughter enthusiastically.

I delight in the sight.

"Shit! They're not... I'm paying them to install, not to fuck."

"I'll cover it, I like seeing Mel done. She's happy."

"Yeah. You're right. No need for you to pay." She snorts a short laugh. "All part of the full service we offer."

I laugh and give her a hug.

I'm standing behind her so my reach-around puts my hands on her giant pillows.

I give them a little shake and she press into my hands. Which presses her ass against my cock which is instantly hard.

At the utility pole in the back corner, Pedro is holding their ladder, while Peter aims a camera to cover the scene on the lounger.

I flip Betty's skirt up only to find she's wearing panty-hose - a first that I know about, she's always hated panty-hose

I reach past her head and grab a knife. I cram her down, her fat tits bulge out to the sides.

"Spread your legs, cunt."

She does instantly.

I flip her skirt clear over to rest on the small of her back. I trace her cuntlips through the gusset, the knife point snagging the hose, rubbing along her slit.

She thrills at the 'danger'.

I slip the knifepoint between her dripping lips, slitting the offending fabric defending her hole. She shudders. I'm worried I've cut her.

"Ok?"

She pants, "Ok. Good. Yeah."

I lay the knife aside and hold her firmly folded onto the counter.

I reach under her and begin mauling her massive udders.

She unbuttons her top, starting up from somewhere near her navel. She's left two buttons and the bottom and leaves the one button buttoned at the top.

She yanks the top open and I have full access to her huge mams.

Her nipples are as oversized as her tits and I leave none of that vast real estate unexplored.

We are still facing the window, watching the fervent display of young flesh engaged in the search for fulfillment in pleasure.

I unzip and cram into her flooded pussy as we watch. Her short legs wave behind me.

I work her giant tits over brutally - the way she likes - and the way that I like.

I am ramming into her, banging her against the counter top.

I seem to get harder, longer, thicker with each stroke.

John swings a leg over Mel's head, straddling the lounger and pumps into her mouth, from the length of the stroke he must be very long. Fortunately, her throat is open to deep penetration.

Fortunate for John, fortunate for Mel, and fortunate to me.

It didn't take her that long to learn, but she was a motivated study.

Betty turns her head to me and we kiss, her responding to my clutching, pinching and tugging by encouraging me by word and action to do more.

I remember how brutally she liked to be treated in the long ago.

And draw on those memories in my assault on her giant flesh balloons now.

Betty, gasping out an exhale each time I slam her against the counter, hums out, "I really love this, babe."

I groan, "I... I... I know you... do."

I pull her up so her tits swing free, giving me more and greater opportunities to abuse them, much to her delight.

She bring her hands up to join me, encourage me, guide me to her favorite pains.

Betty squeezes and pinches and slaps her own tits, our hands often bumping into each other, sometimes interfering, sometimes amplifying the sensations as we dig and slap and roll her udders, which feel like huge bags of yogurt.

"I love to feel your hands on me. I love to feel your skin against mine. I love you in me, stirring me. I miss this."

"Unghh. Ugnnn. Me, too."

Betty smiles, turns her head, laying it against my shoulder. "I want you to make me come... and then I want you to REALLY fuck me."

I take that cue.

Pedro moves towards the house and leans the ladder against the side - right over the window. Peter climbs up, looks in as he passes and he smiles through the glass.

He climbs higher and begins working, his crotch framed in the window.

"He's well named, Peter. He's not that - hunh - big, not that he - nnnhh - he's even close to sma- all, not even a - average, but - nnuntg - that boy knows how to - aggghu - use his tool."

"You've fucked him? Unggg."

"Have you m mmmm met me?"

"HUNNGTH!" I jam into her.

Peter finishes quickly - I'm still building up - and starts to climb down.

Through the window he sees us still at it - climbs back up a rung or two, unzips and jacks his cock a few times, slapping the window with dull thuds, leaving a little streak of pre-cum. Then climbs down without zipping up

Pedro lowers the ladder and carries it around the side of the house.

Peter goes over to the trio and hollers at his fellow workers, who sheepishly follow him back into the house, leaving Mel sprawled on the lounger, groping her tits and plunging fingers into her pussy.

Hearing Peter come in the back door, we disengage and straighten up.

A little.

I show Peter where I want the cameras in the kitchen: two pointing at the island from each end, one straight down over the counter (still smeared with Betty's sweat) and one over the door showing as much of the room as possible.

"If I may, it would be better to put that one in a corner, there or there, for better coverage."

"Sure, man. Do what you think."

The crew comes in, Pedro through the front door, the other two in from the back. John gives his instructions and Betty and I retire to the living room.

It doesn't take long, there are no obstructions or tricky placements to slow them down and no lights to place, point and focus. The four of them make quick work of the four cameras.

Peter leads his crew in for final assessment.

I notice Gail's shirt is buttoned one off, bunching open at the top, exposing a glimpse of her upper slope.

Peter sits beside me on the couch and hands me a keypad a little smaller than a cell-phone.

He also hands me an owners manual.

He shows me how it works:

- One button calls on the program to activate and control the camera, he's already programmed in the ability to turn on one camera or a gang - even to focus all the cameras in a space at the same point as well as independently.

- One button calls on the program to activate and control the lights - much the same as the camera controls.

- One button calls on the program that controls the send function - he's programmed it to send to the Farm or to any of the video screens in the house. Again, gangable if desired.

Giving us a demonstration he routes the signal from the backyard cameras to the big screen in front of us.

He lights up all the camera and gangs them to Mel, still sprawled on the lounger.

Each camera view appears in box in the multi-viewer on the screen.

He shows me how to focus until Mel's sated (temporarily) body fills it's box.

Then he flips through the boxes expanding them to fill the entire screen, split screen, resize - pretty much anything I can think of to do.

The send to the Farm is, he tells me, set to be always on, captured and recorded there on their server, but in a bucket that can only be accessed by a password only Jack and Betty know.

Acceptable.

And we can turn off that feed at anytime with the push of a button.

Good.

In order to impress me, he chooses the camera with the appropriate angle and zooms in, filling the big screen with Mel's cunt, still shiny with her own come and Gail's spit.

Very clear.

Perfect.

(I notice the flush creep up Gail's neck.)

The instructions for everything are in the owners manual, which he has been flipping through while he demonstrates.

That concludes their work, product delivered and installed.

I thank them all, handshakes all around, a couple manly hugs and, with a glance flicked to Betty, a smirk from Peter.

Good natured.

Possibly congratulatory.

The crew packs up and leaves.

Betty stays.

Without asking or being invited.

She knows me well, as well as anybody. She knows I want her to stay.

She strips slowly, swaying in a faded memory of a seductive dance - still quite effective.

I don't dance, never did.

But I have had lots of practice taking off clothes.

We sit beside each other and play with the camera Peter left focused nearly inside my daughter's pussy.

I try to move up from your cunt to your belly button.

I wanted to follow a line following the center crease of your abs to your navel your.

It took me a while, but eventually I mastered control.

After veering off into the grass.

Zooming out to the view of the entire yard.

Turning the camera off - or was it the feed.

Betty laughs at me the whole time, until finally handing me the users manual open to the right page.

She also lays her hand on my cock.

Now in control, I zoom from a wide view of the yard (the camera automatically adjusting focus) to centering the beautiful body of my daughter, sprawled naked under the blue sky, reclining on the lounger, her dress a crumpled best around her waist.

I scan her body then come to rest on her perfect breasts, zoom in closer to the jewels decorating her nipples.

Her nipples filling the entire 75" screen.

I could almost taste it.

My cock has gotten steadily stiffer under Betty's hand, which she squeezes now.

I see her other hand working on her giant nipple through her dress.

She abandons my cock to unbutton her dress.

She pulls one of her tits out and, eyes never leaving my daughter's six-foot wide nipple, she begins to suck on her own.

I slap the underside of the bent up tit she's sucking on, hard as I can, smashing that massive fleshy punching bag against her throat.

Her tit flops down, released from the bite on her nipple by her scream of fierce pleasure.

I leave her sitting on the couch, go out to the backyard.

"Hey, Sweet, wake up."

You roll your head lazily to look at me.

"I'm not asleep. I'm... I just feel too good to move." Your voice is softly husky and comes from some distant realm of relaxed pleasure.

"Well, it's time to move now. Come in."

You wallow down into the lounger.

"Come on."

You move a hand to your pussy mound, fingertips arrayed along your slit.

"Come."

You must really be out of it - usually, you'd be inside by now, stripped and waiting.

I grab the wrist at your cunt and use it to lift your limp body and heft it over my shoulder. I carry you, draped over my shoulder, ass high, hip against my ear.

"My, how caveman." Betty, naked, holds the door open for us, being sure my arm drags her massive tits.

"She's fuckin' out of it."

"'Fuckin' out' is the right word. Your chick is blissed. Gail must be really good. I'll have to check her out."

I gently lay you face up on the coffee table.

Betty and I kiss, me groping her tits, digging fingers deep into the deep softness, grabbing up handfuls to pull and twist, eliciting screams of painful delight from the short woman.

She's managing to undress me, unbuttoning my shirt, unzipping and unbuttoning my fly. My pants fall, to hang at my knees. I shorten my stance and they drop to my ankles. I step out of the legs and kick the pants away. She's slid my shirt off my shoulders and I shake it off my wrists.

I have not quit worrying her tits.

Most women that I have known have not liked their tits to be abused - or they got off on the abuse or the degradation.

Betty simply likes it.

Likes the way it feels.

Likes the way it makes her feel.

The best way to serve her sexually, is to really hurt her tits.

Really.

That's why, back when her and Jack did shows, she was such a popular subject - and why, on the delivery end, she was so fucking formidable.

No one could wreck a set like Betty could.

I pick her up by her giant udders and toss her onto the couch.

She bounces with a yell that turns into a whimper and fingers of both hands dive into her cunt.

I return, having gone to collect some things I want to use, to see Betty kneeling between the couch and the table, one of your tits completely in her mouth while she reaches across your body with both her hands to stroke, pat and squeeze your other tit and play and fiddle with the jeweled gold ring through your nipple.

You are out of your stupor and press her head over your tit with one hand, your other exploring one of her tits crammed against the edge of the table.

You look up at me, smiling, as I come back.

"Hi, Dad."

"Hi, Sweet. Feelin' good."

You nod. "'Good?' Yeah, ya could say."

I sit on the couch, tossing one leg over Betty and sliding forward to press my cock and balls against the back of her head. She waggles back, rolling me - and also adding further to her own action on your tit.

I pick up the controller, turn on the cameras feeding to the big screen.

And nine boxes replace the view of the lounger.

Four are views from the high corners of the room, one points into the room from under the TV, one points towards the TV from under the table (currently partly obscured by the silver-gold curtain of your hair), and two that show closeups of wood. These eight surround a central box that is blank. I take up the manual and flip through to figure out.

Your eyes are closed and your back arches up to further feed your tit into her mouth.

One of her hands reaches down to fondle your pussy - surprisingly gently considering her natural tendencies.

I squeeze her head between my thighs.

"Check this out."

No reaction from either of you.

"Hey, Babe, Sweet, check this out. Look at the screen."

You roll your head to look.

I have set feed of the middle box to one of the corner cams and move and focus it to fill the screen with the scene of the three of us.

"Wow"

"Yeah. And there's more."

I repeat this with each camera, feeding one to the center, moving it to point and focus, moving on to another. You start mugging to which ever camera is centered.

"Jaaahhhhoowww!"

Betty has noticed your inattention and bitten down on your tit she's sucked firmly into her mouth, her teeth well down near the base.

You try to shake her off, but she's firmly anchored.

"Bitch, let go."

Apparently, she relents because you start massaging her fat tit were it bulges out around the edge of the table.

The view is now straight down on this scene.

You look up to the camera which captures your exquisite face as Betty finally drives you over a increasingly familiar cliff.

Now that I have all the cameras pointed and focused on the coffee table scene, I move to the next part of my vague plan.

I take your wrists and tie them together, tie a rope between the table legs at this end and tie your wrists to it.

I drape your knees over the edge of the table-top and lash your ankles to the legs on the other end.

Your legs are spread wide.

Betty has lifted off your tit and eagerly watches as I create this scene.

I go to the kitchen for supplies and when I return, Betty is now working her oral magic between your legs, you are lifting your cunt to her talented lips, tongue and teeth.

I pour chocolate syrup on your breasts and belly and she and I lick and suck until you are clean.

She climbs onto the table and presses your shoulders to the table with her shins and lowers her cunt to your mouth.

I begin to lash your pussy with my 8-tail, the knots at the ends of each tail shoot sparks of fire into your open, tender and vulnerable flesh.

Your screams of excited pain and pleasure are muffled by her cunt over your mouth.

You swirl your tongue around her clit then thrust into her snatch, her juices flowing stronger with each action.

I lean in and cover your cunt with my mouth, soothing and tonguing your hot, swollen, tortured pussy as you wriggle passionately against your rope bonds.

I begin to lick and suck your cuntlips, soothing the pain.

You transfer that tongue work to Betty's pussy.

You flick her asshole with your tongue.

I move to the side of the table opposite the couch and kneel beside you.

I smooth the inside of your thigh from knee to crouch.

I saw my index finger along the juicing opening.

I tease and whorl around your anal ring, loosening your sphincter.

I press three fingers slowly, insistently, relentlessly into your asshole and curl them to crush your G-spot through your cunt.

I make a sort of fist, mashing your clit between the heel of my hand and my fingers in your ass.

My palm presses your dripping, swollen, lashed, sucked and tongued pussy lips hard.

I grip tightly and lift your hips off the table by the bone between your ass and cunt.

I slip my right knee under you, wedging in until my cock lies against your thigh.

Betty rolls and pinches your nipples, toying with the rings through your nipples, pulling and stretching your tits, arching your back off the table, your shoulders still pinned by her shins. Your pain, coming fully surrounded by your pulsing, flaming sexual excitement, pushes that excitement higher.

Your mouth opens wider with the overwhelming sensations and she grinds her cunt deeper, forcing your jaw to open even more, aching through your passion. This allows your tongue to plunge deeper and you must swallow quickly as her juices flow forcefully into your throat.

She shudders through an intense orgasm, mindlessly, heedlessly mashing down onto you, your head trapped against the table top.

In her ecstatic throes her hands clutch desperately at your breasts, her fingers curling deep into your soft tit-flesh, pulling them more forcefully though your ribs can not rise further, pinned as you are to the table, so your tits stretch terribly.

The force of all these sensations drives you over the edge and you come, screaming and moaning into her flushing pussy.

As you convulse, my cock, pressed against your trembling leg, gets stiffer.