Carla pulled up near the ramp that dropped onto I-40. There was a light drizzle, soaking rain.
"I appreciate everything Carla, the ride, the food, spending time with you and Hank in the sack. I haven't enjoyed myself that much in a long time." Morgan said, as she started to gather up her belongings and her sign.
"You gave dad a real treat. I hope he did not hurt you with that huge cock of his? We are going to miss you." Carla returned. "You probably know the directions to our house should you get back this way, but how about I give you our number and you give me your mother's information?"
"You have not told me if you enjoyed my visit?" Morgan asked as she searched for a pencil and paper.
"I'll start crying if I tell you how much I have enjoyed your visit!" She replied, her eyes already beginning to tear up. "I'm going to miss you."
Morgan shoved her stuff into the floor of the truck and pulled Carla to her, hugging her tightly. After long moments, they kissed. Morgan reached into the heavy pea coat to fondle Carla's left breast through the thin material of the dress, finding no bra, thumbing and pinching her nipple.
"Maybe the rain will slack off if we wait a few minutes." Morgan suggested, smiling at Carla mischievously as she slipped her hands between Carla's legs going straight to her pussy. "Were you expecting this or do you always go around wearing no undies?"
"The house is so hot that the less I have on the better." Carla replied, maneuvering behind the steering wheel of the truck to give Morgan access to her pussy in the tight cab. "Ahh FUCK!" Carla moaned as Morgan slipped her finger into her.
No drivers passing by the old antique Ford pickup could see inside the frosted up windows caused by the poor heater and the heavy breathing of the two women.
Carla was scrubbing Morgan's crotch as best she could with her right hand. She was having very little effect. She was soon wet with lust.
Morgan finger-fucked her aggressively, soon putting two fingers into her. She stifled whatever arousal she was feeling knowing her pleasure would have to wait.
After long minutes of finger-fucking the woman, Morgan placed her middle finger on her clit and quickly brought her to orgasm. Morgan had watched Carla's face, her eyes closed, through the whole process enjoying it immensely.
"What about you sugar?" Carla asked with concern.
"Tell your dad I'd like to try another inch of his cock should we ever get together again." Morgan replied jokingly as Carla straightened herself. "Now give me a kiss goodbye. I'll take care of my itch later."
Carla cried off and on during the ride back home.
She began to prepare lunch for her father as she sniffled moving around the kitchen. She had gained control of herself by the time her father walked through the door.
"Morgan had a raincoat I hope?" Hank asked, taking his usual seat at the table. "It looks like it's going to be an all-day rain."
"She had one of those poncho type, clear rain slickers." She informed him, coming to his right side to set a plate of food in front of him.
She totally expected his hand going up under her dress. The real reason why she wore no panties was to humor him. Usually, she received a good amount of ass groping, but this afternoon she felt his finger push between the crack of her ass seeking to touch her pussy.
"Behave yourself old man!" Carla chided. "I suppose you're missing the young redhead wanting to get your cock wet?"
"You'll do just fine sweetheart." Hank replied. "But it will have to wait. Just get it in your head that I'm going to want a little sugar later on."
Hank shoveled in two plates of food and 3 cups of sugar rich coffee before heading out the door again.
It was 7 o'clock, already pitch black in the deep mountains of Arkansas.
As most mountain folk, they had retired early. Hank lay on his back as his daughter lay next to his right side pumping his 10-inch cock. They were both naked and Hank's cock had no plastic washers as yet.
Hank put his hand behind Carla's head and pushed it to his erection.
Carla took about 3 inches of his cock into her mouth and began to suck on it, slowly at first, and then more aggressively.
Hank rarely required her to take his cum but she sensed that tonight was going to be one of those nights when he would be upset if she spit him out. She also knew that afterwards she was going to get a lengthy fucking from the old man.
She listened to his soft moaning as she cupped his balls trying to take another inch as she was becoming aroused herself. She blamed the redhead, Morgan, for her dad's prolonged and demanding sexual appetite.
Even the slight movements of the bed were causing the bedsprings to voice their own abused resentment.
She fought the gagging sensation as her father's cock erupted into her mouth. She swallowed the majority of it, the rest oozed out of her mouth and down her father's shaft. She reached to grab the wet washcloth she had placed on the table for just such an event. She continued stroking as she cleaned both of them a bit.
"Give me the rings." She directed after long minutes of stroking her father's cock to get it hard enough to continue.
Hank handed his daughter one ring at a time enjoying watching her place them on his cock, down his shaft. Just that act alone rejuvenated his cock considerably.
"You keep that one Pa, I can take anything that redhead's cunt can!" She said declining the fifth ring, causing the old man to chuckle as they maneuvered, him atop her.
Carla took hold of her father's cock and placed it to her. He pushed into her sending his cock, and another half inch, deep into her pussy.
"Easy dad! Dammit!"
He began a slow rhythm sending the bedsprings to singing.
Hank loved the sound of the bedsprings and began to alternate his rhythm from aggressive to slow listening to their labored chorus.
It was not long before his daughter's moans and grunts, and his own labored breathing, were added to the mix.
The darkness outside, the darkened house, except the bathroom light escaping from the 1-inch crack of the door, and the father and daughter incestuously fucking on a crotchety old, noisy bed was all there were for miles around. Long, long minutes passed as father and daughter slipped into incestuous lust.
Both were thinking of the sexy and promiscuous Morgan with the blazing red hair on her head and between her legs.
"Right there! A little harder old man!" Carla declared breathlessly. "Right there! I'm close! Harder! Push it deep. Damn! Too many fuckin' rings!"
Hank had his daughter's legs in the crook of his arms, pushing them back to bring her pussy to a near vertical position, as he held himself aloft, rigid on his hands and toes stabbing his cock into his daughter.
Carla was now delirious as she struggled to reach orgasm.
"YOU BIG COCK SON-OF-A-BITCH!" Carla bellowed, knowing there was no need to stifle her ravings. "YOU INCESTUOUS BASTARD! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeee!"
Carla felt exhausted after her orgasm faded. Hank gathered her up in his arms and continued to fuck her aggressively. She lay passive. Her sexual desire depleted she turned her internal strife towards the man between her legs, her father, hating him. Hating the death of her husband. Hating the death of her mother and hating the redhead who had gotten everything out of kilter.
It usually took weeks for the effects of a visitor to wear off, getting things back to normal. Normal was to lay with her father two to three times a month. If her father was as intoxicated as she was by Morgan's night with them it might take a month or more.
She hated the fact that she liked sex and had accepted liking it with her father, though it always depressed her afterwards for a day or two. But she had little choice at her age and in the middle of the Arkansas mountains.
After resting a bit, she began to do her duty as a sexual partner. Her ass matched her father's rhythm, moaning at the appropriate times and begging him to do what she rarely desired, to fill her belly with his incestuous cum.
"GGGGggggggggeeeerrrrr!" Hank finally moaned deeply as he ejaculated into his daughter's pussy. "You like that don't you Carla?"
"Yes Pa!" Carla responded with the appropriate loving tone she did not feel.
Hank pulled out of her and Carla reached for the box of tissues. Morgan was correct, the old man came like a racehorse, abundantly filling her pussy. She knew from experience that if she did not contain it, it would be flowing down her thighs before she could make the few steps to the toilet.
She waited for him to maneuver clear of her and she rolled off the bed holding the tissue to her pussy. She heard him chuckling. Sitting on the toilet, she could hear his semen plop in the water.
Hank was right behind her to wash his cock in the sink.
"You take real good care of your Pa Carla." He said in his deep baritone voice walking back to the bed. "You got good pussy."
