Chapter One
Amy Jackson turned left into the residential area where she lived with her daughter. There was a growing sense of anticipation, as she got closer to home. It was early Friday afternoon, three hours before she normally got off work, and she was excited. Her dad, Rob Manning, was visiting Amy and her daughter and she had a surprise for them. It wasn't a big deal, she knew, but she thought they could all use a night on the town. And, with the substantial raise she'd received from her boss that morning, she was going to splurge and the three of them were going to paint the town red.
Amy's parents divorced the year before and Rob still seemed a little lost whenever he visited. Sometimes she would see him staring into space with that expressionless stare on his handsome, rugged face and it would break her heart. When she saw him this way, Amy wanted desperately to do something, anything, to help him but she didn't know what to do. The only thing that seemed to have any affect was talking to him, leading him into conversations that would take his mind off the pain he still felt.
Her parents' divorce had taken her by surprise, maybe more than it had her dad. One day, out of the blue, Thelma Manning told her husband of thirty-six years that she wanted out. Apparently, she had found and fallen in love with another man and she no longer loved her husband. The news probably shouldn't have surprised anyone, she had reflected later, because her parents' marriage had disintegrated into a marriage of convenience long ago.
Amy's own divorce had gone the same route. She married James Trawley when she was eighteen and became pregnant with Stacey when she was nineteen. The only reason James had stayed around so long was because of their daughter; the stingy bastard didn't want to pay years of child support even though he could afford it. When Stacey was barely seventeen James finally asked Amy for a divorce and moved out. He paid child support for ten months until his daughter turned eighteen, then he was out of their life. That was a little over a year ago and Amy had moved on. The trick was to find a way to get Rob Manning to move on.
Her dad had married young, as she had. He was twenty when he met Amy's mother and the two were married less than two months later. Maybe, she reasoned, as she slowed the car to turn into the drive, getting married at a young age isn't a good idea. It certainly had proved to be a disaster in her life and the lives of her parents. Perhaps it was something she needed to tell Stacey, who was an impressionable eighteen-years-old and just one month shy of graduating high school. Although her daughter wasn't seeing anyone seriously it never hurt to be prepared.
Amy unlocked the door of her modest two-bedroom bungalow and stepped into the living room. She was surprised that her dad wasn't in the recliner watching some cable sports show. He and Stacey were probably out walking, maybe at the nearby neighborhood park, since his car was still parked at the curb in fRobt of the house. Well, she smiled, that would give her time to take a quick shower and get ready for a night of fun.
Amy heard voices coming from Stacey's small bedroom when she stepped into the hall. Most likely her daughter had roped Rob into helping her study for finals and Amy padded barefoot down the hall to the door that was opened a few inches. She was anticipating their reactions when she told them what was in store later that evening. But she didn't have a chance to spring the surprise on her daughter and father. Just as her hand touched the door, Amy looked through the six-inch crack and gasped. She took an involuntary step back, then sucked in a deep breath and stepped back to the door.
Stacey was on her hands and knees, naked, with her face on the pillow and her small, round ass high in the air. Rob, equally naked, was behind his granddaughter with his hands on her soft hips as he rocked back and forth, sending his hard cock in and out of Stacey's pussy. Amy could hear the loud squishing sound of her dad's cock thrusting in and out of her daughter's sopping wet pussy.
"Fuck me, granddad!" Stacey exclaimed in a voice filled with lust. "Make my pussy feel your hard cock!"
"You want me to fuck you hard, baby?" Rob growled. "You like your pussy pounded?"
"Yes! Fuck me hard and fast!"
"I love your little cunt!"
"Oh, your cock feels so good in me, granddad!" There was an unmistakable sound of need in Stacey's voice that her mother couldn't help hearing. "Please cum in me! Fill me with your seed!"
"I'm getting close, baby!" Rob assured his granddaughter as he picked up the tempo and began slamming her pussy with his fat, seven-inch cock.
Amy stood at the door, her mouth working but no sound coming out. She was too surprised to even move a muscle. She just stood peering through the slender crack into her daughter's room, watching her own father make love to her eighteen-year-old daughter. It was beyond belief and so mind-blowing that she could hardly think. Finally, Amy snapped out of her trance and pushed the door open.
"Oh, fuck! I'm cumming, granddad!" Stacey screamed suddenly.
"Yes! I'm gonna...OH, STACEY!"
Amy stood in the doorway watching her dad's body tense as his cock exploded deep inside of his granddaughter, filling her young pussy with his seed. Stacey's hips gyrated convulsively as she rode the crest of her orgasm, groaning loudly with each spurt of her granddad's seed into her cum-hungry cunt. When Rob and Stacey were finally spent, they collapsed onto their sides together, gasping for breath. It was then that Stacey opened her eyes and froze.
"Oh, mom..."
Chapter Two
Amy felt like a coward as she sat on the edge of her bed staring at the floor. Instead of confRobting her father, she had fled down the hall to her own bedroom and locked the door. As soon as Stacey saw her and called to her with a frightened, wide-eyed look on her face, Amy had turned and ran. She couldn't remember why...she just ran. The look of surprise and guilt on her dad's face barely registered as she hurried away in humiliation.
How could he have done that? He was shamelessly fucking his granddaughter and, while Stacey was of majority age and could have sex if she pleased, she was still a young girl as far as Amy was concerned. And it wouldn't have mattered if Stacey were ten years older; Rob had no right fucking his own granddaughter. It was incest and that was unacceptable. Then, as that thought came into her head, Amy closed her eyes and groaned softly as she remembered something she'd forgotten.
Amy and her best friend, Beth, were eighteen and fresh out of high school. It was a Saturday night and the two girls planned to cruise the town in Beth's parents' car looking for boys. Both were sexually active and looked forward to a wild night of partying and sex with a couple of good looking guys.
An hour into the evening they were approached by two boys they had known at high school, both of them football players and very good looking. The four ended up at a popular parking spot at a nearby lake. Amy and Beth got their wish; within five minutes after reaching the parking area, both girls were completely naked, their legs spread and their cock-hungry pussies filled with hard, throbbing meat. And ten minutes later it was all over and neither girl went away satisfied.
"That was a waist of time, "Beth grumped as both sat cross-legged on her double bed. They had returned to her parents' house and were silently steaming over the poor quality of sex that both had hoped would be mind-blowing.
"Yeah. You know how long I've fantasized about Jimmy Ryan?" Amy shook her head and pushed a strand of blond hair from her face. "At least two years. What a loser. I could've gotten a better fuck from a monkey."
"You got that right."
Several minutes passed as the two sat in silent commiseration. It was almost midnight and the house was quiet; Beth's parents had gone to bed a few hours ago and her older brother was away camping with friends. Even though Amy knew that it shouldn't be such a big deal – you win some and lose some – she was still disappointed that the evening hadn't gone that well as she had expected.
Then, suddenly, she froze when she felt Beth's hand on her bare thigh. Amy raised her head and looked at her friend. What she saw startled her to her very core. The expression on Beth's face was unmistakable lust, an almost urgent sort of desire that was generated from the raging fires of yearning to be touched and to touch. Amy sucked in a deep, tremulous breath.
"Please, don't turn me away, Amy." Beth's voice was thick with lust and need as she stared at her best friend. Her bottom lip trembled.
"What are you doing?" Amy asked softly.
"I...I want you."
Amy hesitated for a moment, unable to think of a response. She had never made love to another girl before – not that she actually thought it was wRobg, but because she had simply never been aroused by the thought of being with a girl sexually. This was not an area she was comfortable with and Amy was suddenly very ill at ease with a friend she had known for years. It was as though she were meeting Beth for the first time.
"Beth, we can't do this."
"Why? Because girls are not supposed to love each other? Who decides that we can't love each other?"
"I don't know." Amy looked away for a moment. Beth's hand, soft and warm, still rested on her thigh. "It's just that...I mean, well, I've never done anything like this before."
"Neither have I."
Amy shook her head. "Then, why me?"
"I don't know. I can't explain it. "Beth shook her head and a long, curly strand of auburn hair fell across her face. She pushed it to one side of her pretty face, her beautiful eyes never straying from Amy. "I've wanted you for a long time but I've never had the courage to do anything about it."
Amy sucked in a breath and released it slowly. "In a soft, almost inaudible voice, she said, "This is crazy."