The Farmer's Granddaughter, Chapter 8

by wetfly6969

( wetfly6969@aol.com )

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The retching sounds of her throwing up made me lose my appetite.
I couldn't help but look at the scrambled eggs and think how much
they looked like yellow vomit. I didn't need to ask, I already
knew who it was.

Six days had passed since Eric was here and I was making sure she
got all the crack she wanted. Now that she's definitely hooked,
it's time for her to change her attitude about our relationship.

The hurling disrupted my thoughts. Glancing at the others I shook
my head as the stupid grins on their faces. We all knew she was
having morning sickness and they seemed to be wondering the same
thing. Who's the father? I was pretty sure it was mine as I've
been fucking her the longest but even if it wasn't, there are
five other donors who are in the running.

Eric, Tony and Johnny were too late in the game to be contenders
so I didn't consider them.

"Thar she goes again," the old man mumbled between shoving
another fork of food into his face.

"It must be that stomach bug goin' 'round," Rebecca advised. "She
done throwed up two days straight already," she added. I smirked
at her suggestion. It wasn't a stomach bug causing this.

Rebecca stood and went to the hallway. "You 'right, Annabel?" she
yelled to her. There was no response. She repeated the question
before going to check on her.

"Eat," the old man barked startling me as I followed his wife's
progress down the short hall. Looking at the plate of mush, I
suddenly wasn't hungry. I ate the burned toast and finished the
milk and bacon but didn't touch the eggs. They were too gross.

"Come on, girl, take some medicine and go lay down," Rebecca said
entering the room with Annabel dragging in behind her a few feet.
Pulling out a bottle of cod liver oil, she poured a heaping
tablespoon full before shoving it into Annabel's mouth. No wonder
she doesn't complain about swallowing so much cum, if she can
tolerate that crap, she can swallow anything!

"Go on to bed," she told her swatting her butt. My eyes followed
her shapely little ass as she left the kitchen. The old man
cleared his throat loudly, breaking my spell. He was glaring at
me, suspecting what I was looking at.

"Time to go," his voice thundered as he stood to leave.

"Melvin, is it okay if Jake stays to help me? I gotta few chores
I need help with. He snarled at me with mouth cleft-lipped as if
I was the most disgusting piece of shit on the planet. I
swallowed hard not sure how he would react to this. I knew given
a choice, I wouldn't even be here and he'd have no problem
getting rid of me one way or another.

"Keep 'em I don't care. Ain't much use to me noway," he said
turning to leave. The others quickly followed suit and I watched
until the were all out of sight.

"Want me to clean the table?" I asked reaching for the plates.

"Jake, sit down," she said wringing her hands. She was visibly
upset and the first thing I thought of was she knew Annabel was
pregnant and suspected that I was the father. She went to the
cabinet above the refrigerator and pulled down a bottle of
whiskey. In all the time I'd been there, not once did I see her
drink a drop of alcohol.

Sitting at the table she poured a shot and downed it quickly
before refilling the glass.

"Are you okay, Mrs. Johnson?" There was a long pause.

"No," she replied, not looking up from the shot glass.

"Is there something I can do?"

"I won't let it happen again," she snipped.

"Sorry?"

Exhaling deeply, she finally turned to face me. The expression on
her face was worse than what the old man usually gave me. She
downed the second shot and poured another. Damn, it was only
seven-thirty in the morning!

"Melvin is a good man," she started. "He's a good provider and
has a kind heart." There was a few seconds of silence. "We both
come from big families, he gots eight brothers and sisters and I
got six. We wanted a big family to," she added as her eyes welled
up.

"Are you okay?" I asked leaning closer to comfort her.

"We only met one time 'fore we got married. Our parents arranged
our marriage. That's what we do 'round here. I didn't love him at
first, but I do now." I had no idea where this conversation was
going but I wanted it to end soon.

"Right away we wanted to start our family and made love all the
time. Four or five times a day, every day hoping I'd catch, but I
never did. After two years, I went to Doc Brown in the city to
have me checked. I was fine so he asked to see Melvin," she said
taking a sip of the whiskey.

"Course he didn't wanna go, but I made 'em. I wanted a baby so
much and I wouldn't take no for an answer. He was the first man I
ever seen naked before so I didn't have nothin' to compare to so
when Doc Brown told me his test'cles didn't come down and his
sack was empty, I knew there was a problem. I just didn't know he
couldn't have no babies."

I sighed. Where in the hell is this going? I really don't want to
hear about her husbands balls.

"We tried for a little longer, but soon he gave up. We wasn't
gunna have no babies and I was heartbroken. We went from making
love four times a day to four times a week then four times a
month and then not at all. I was feeling lonely and very
depressed about not havin' no babies."

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said patting the back of her hand.
She pulled it away and topped off her shot glass.

"Melvin had just been home for lunch and gone back out to the
field when a city-slicker came knocking at the front door selling
vacuum cleaners. I told him I didn't need none 'cause I got all
hardwood floors but he wanted to show me how easy it was to clean
them with his vacuum. He was very handsome. Kinda like Robert
Redford, Steve McQueen and Paul Newman all rolled into one." I
watched as her eyes seemed to glaze over at some fond memory. "He
had the brightest, bluest eyes I'd ever seen," she said looking
at me to see if my blue eyes where the same.

"Like I said, I was very lonely and it had been months since
Melvin and me made love. I'm ain't proud of it, but he was so
handsome and so charming that I couldn't resist him. We made love
for the rest of the afternoon and he brought the woman in me out
so many times that I thought I'd faint."

Great, she just told me she's a whore who let some door-to-door
salesman fuck her back in the day.

"I didn't think Melvin would ever find out 'cause he was gone by
the time I started dinner. It was about six weeks later when I
stared gettin' sick 'round food. Some smells just turned my
stomach so much that I couldn't help it. After I missed my second
period, I knew what had happened, I was pregnant."

I watched as she gulped down the shot she had been spinning
around into tiny circles on the table.

"I knew what I had to do. There was no way I'd give up my baby so
I seduced Melvin and made him think the baby was his. Of course I
told everyone the baby was premature and shocked everyone,
'pecially Doc Brown cause he done told Melvin he'd never have no
babies," she took a deep breath before continuing.

"Linda was the apple of her father's eye. She could do no wrong
and he cherished the ground she walked on. He was so excited
about me having a baby that he wanted to try for another one
right away. By the time Linda was two, he'd given up and we went
back to our old ways."

"Did he ever find out?"

"NO! And he never can! It would just kill him to know his one and
only child wasn't his and to make it more worse, that I cheated
on him. Please, Jake, never speak a word of what I'm 'bout to say
to anyone. Promise me."

"Sure, Mrs. Johnson, I promise."

"Linda was seventeen and was ready to get married. We picked out
a nice boy for her in the next county and they seemed to like
each other. He was 'bout your age so it seemed right. Linda liked
another beau, almost twice her age who lived on the next farm. Of
course we refused to allow her to see him 'cause he was black.
There ain't no way we'd allow a black man to touch her let alone
marry my precious daughter."

"I see," I said secretly laughing at how many 'blacks' had
touched her precious granddaughter.

"It was two months 'fore the wedding when there came a knock at
the door late at night. It had been raining and we just finished
eating dinner. I went to answer the door and nearly fell over
when I saw who it was.

The salesman from all those years ago was standing right in my
doorway soaking wet and smiling his warm smile. All those
feelings I had for him eighteen years earlier came rushin' back.
I felt weak in the knees and had to hold onto the door to keep
from falling over."

"What did you do?"

"He didn't remember me, it had been so long ago, but I sure
remembered him. He was older, more mature, but it was him. His
car broke down out on the highway and he walked in the rain for
five miles to our farm. He needed to use the phone to call a tow
truck. Melvin knew it was too late to call and offered to let him
sleep on the couch for the night and take him into town in the
morning."

"Did you, um, you know, talk to him about Linda or anything?"

"Heavens no, boy, I couldn't never do nothin' that would hurt
Melvin. The next morning Melvin took him into town and they towed
his car back to the shop. It needed some part that had to order
and it would take a day or two to get it and another day to
install it.

Three days at the most is what they said. Melvin offered to let
him stay with us 'til it was fixed," she said downing another
shot. "I wish he hadn't."

"Why? What happened?"

"Linda took a keen likin' to him and soon they was bein' all
friendly together. I tried keeping them apart, but every time I
turned my back, they were sitting close and talking. Linda had
the same look in her eyes that Annabel has with you. I should
have done more but I figured since he'd be here only a few days
that nothing could happen. I was wrong. The day his car was fixed
and he left, so did my Linda. Just like that, no note, no letter,
no goodbyes."

"She ran away?"

"Yep was gone for eight months. Then just as fast as she left,
she returned and 'bout ready to give birth."

"Wait a minute, you're telling me she got pregnant by her own
father?!?" Rebecca didn't speak but slowly nodded her head.

"I wish I could have stopped it, done something when I saw them
gettin' all friendly but he was only here for a few days. I
didn't think nothin' would happen!"

"That's fucked up," I said watching as she screwed the cap on the
whiskey bottle.

"You need to stay away from Annabel, Jake. I don't know what I'd
do if I lost her."

"Trust me, Mrs. Johnson, I won't take her away from you. I'm only
here a few more weeks and I'm gone. It will be just like I was
never here." She smiled, grasping my wrist.

"I'm glad to hear you say that," she said stand, holding onto the
table top for support. "Whoa, that drink went right to my head,"
she said with a slight giggle. Stumbling to the cupboard to
return the bottle, she pulled out an old cookie jar covered in
dust. "I've been keeping this all these years," she said setting
it on the table in front of me.

"A ceramic cookie jar?"

"No, Jake," she replied removing the chipped lid.

"This," she added taking out a worn, discolored business card.
"This is Linda's real father."

Grinning I took it from her and glanced at it. 'Electolux
Vacuums' screamed out at me in red bold letters but the next line
really caught my eye.

"Oh God," I mumbled trying to keep my hands from shaking.

"What is it?" she asked leaning closer to see what it was that I
saw.

"Oh, nothing, I just never heard of this company before."

"They went out of business 'bout ten years ago. I called to get
my machine fixed but they ain't no longer in business."

I couldn't stop staring at the salesman's name.

'Nelson Meadows', my father. I knew he travel a lot when I was
younger and after my grandfather died, he took over the furniture
business, but I had no idea he sold vacuum cleaners.

"You're sure this is the man who sold you the vacuum? The man who
fathered your daughter? And your granddaughter?"

"Yes, why?"

"Uh, no reason."

A million things ran through my head but one stood out. Annabel
is my half sister. Actually more than half. She's my niece too.
Shit this is really fucked up. My parents were always fighting
about my father's inability to keep his pants zipped and I
wouldn't be surprised to find out he has more than one other kid
running around.

It is true that he's very good looking and women often threw
themselves at him. I guess I can't say I blame him for spreading
his seeds, but of all the people in Missouri, why Rebecca? And
why did I ever answer that ad?

"You alright, Jake?" she asked noticing how long I stared at the
card.

"Mind if I keep this?"

"Keep it? Whatever for? I done told you they ain't in business no
more."

"I know, I just like collecting old things and this looks pretty
old."

"Yea, about thirty-two years old. I guess you can keep it, I
ain't got no more use for it and it only brings back bad
memories."

"Then why did you keep it?" She looked at me with a puzzled
expression.

"I don't really know. Just to have it, I guess."

"I guess I'd better get out to the field to help Mr. Johnson," I
said standing.

"Remember Jake, not a word of this to anyone."

"Don't worry Mrs. Johnson, I won't tell anyone, you have my
word."

Giving me a hug, she began gathering up the dishes, stumbling as
she walked.

Heading down the hallway, I gave a quick glance back at Rebecca
before detouring toward Annabel's room. I had to see her.

She was on her side, facing the wall as I entered, gently closing
the door to keep from waking her. She was really a pretty girl
and one day will make some lucky guy a fine wife.

I began to wonder if things would have turned out the same way if
I knew she was my little sister from the beginning. Would I have
been more protective of her or would I have exploited her the
same way? I was the youngest of my family and never had a sister
so I'm not exactly sure how to act around one. Right now, growing
inside of her is a baby we created and she probably doesn't even
know it. I should tell her the truth, tell her I'm her brother
and beg for forgiveness for what I did to her and allowed the
others to do.

She should be enjoying her childhood, not being subjected to
multiple rapes every day by several different men and boys. As a
big brother it's my duty, my responsibility to look out for her
and protect her from guys like me. I went closer, sitting on her
bed. The movement stirred her and she rolled onto her back.

"Hi bright eyes," I said smiling as her eyes opened. God why
didn't I noticed that before. Her eyes are exactly the same color
as my fathers and Rebecca was right, he was very handsome.
Annabel looks a lot like him now that I think about it. Brushing
aside her hair I bent over and kissed her forehead. "How are you
feeling?"

"Not so good," she said pulling herself up and leaning against
her headboard. "My stomach feels funny and I'm feel sick," she
said wrapping her arms around her stomach.

"Do you know why you're throwing up so much lately?" She shook
her head. "Because your pregnant."

"WHAT!?" she nearly shouted. "I can't be pregnant!"

"Are you kidding me? As many times as you've been fucked? I'll be
surprised if you don't have twins!"

"No, no, no, no, Jake, I can't be, Grammy will kill me!"

"Look, Annabel, I'm not a hundred percent sure, but you've got
all the signs. When was the last time you had your period?"

"My what?"

"Your period."

"What's that?"

"You don't know what a period is? You know, when you bleed from
your pussy."

"Oh, you mean my monthly visitor," she said relieved she knew
what I meant. She made it sound more like a relative coming for
dinner rather than a reproduction cycle.

"Yes, when was it?"

"I dunno, it's been a while.'

"That's what I was afraid of." Suddenly she doubled over as if
experiencing a cramp. "Are you okay?"

"I think I need more of that crack stuff."

"I gave you a rock last night, what did you do with it?"

"I smoked it last night before I went to bed."

I did have a few with me, but I was hoping to make them last
until I left. At the rate she's smoking, I'll be out in less than
ten days.

"Hold on," I said heading for the door. One thing I didn't need
was Rebecca barging in and not only catching me in her room, but
feeding her drugs.

She'll have my head in a noose for sure. Opening the door I
peered down the hall, not seeing anyone. Stepping out, I tiptoed
quietly to the living room and glanced around the corner. I
breathed a sigh of relief. Rebecca was passed out on the couch
snoring. My cock swelled.

"It's time to party," I muttered heading back to Annabel's room.
Shutting the door behind me I locked it, turning to face her.

"Don't lock it! Grammy will be mad."

"Don't worry about her, she's fast asleep. Now, where were we?"

"You asked me 'bout that crack stuff."

"Oh yea, you really like that shit, don't you?" I asked watching
the corners of her mouth curl upward. Reaching into my pocket, I
pulled out two rock-salt-sized pieces and extended my hand for
her to see them. She reached for them but I quickly closed my
hand.

"What are you doing?" she asked shocked that I didn't let her
have them.

"Annabel, crack is very expensive and very hard to find."

"It is?" she asked innocently.

"Yes, why do you think you never heard of it before? These two
rocks cost fifty dollars each. That's a hundred buck just for
these two!"

"Oh my god, I didn't know!"

"And you're just smoking this shit like it's candy. I gave you
eight rocks yesterday and they're all gone now. That's four
hundred dollars worth of crack," I emphasized the money to make
it sound worse than it really was. I didn't tell her that I got
an entire bag of the shit for about that much, but she didn't
need to know that.

Her eyebrows arched with amazement.

"Who do you think is paying for it? Huh? I'll tell you, it's me.
Do you think I'm made out of money?" She shook her head. "You do
nothing but take, take, take and expect me to do every-thing for
you. The only thing I ask in return is for you to show me some
loving whenever I need it and be nice to my friends.

That's all I ask and you can't even do that!"

"I do that, Jake. I let you do sex things to me whenever you
want."

"Annabel I have to practically beg you for it and all you do is
just lay there like a doll and make me do all the work! How much
fun do you think that is for me? It's not and the other guys have
all said the same thing. You don't try to make it good for us!"

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to be more into it, move around, moan and grunt, move
you ass, wrap your legs around my ass and pull me harder into
her. I want you to FUCK me, Annabel, not the other way around," I
huffed, wiping the sweat from my brow. Can you do that?" I asked
opening my hand to show her the rocks. She licked her lips and
nodded.

"You have to prove,"

"How?"

I want you to fuck me."

"HERE?! Jake we can't do it here, what if someone catches us?"

"Your grandmother is sleeping and everyone else is gone. There's
nothing to worry about," I said standing and dropping the crack
into my front pocket. She watched carefully as they disappeared
before giving me a sour expression.

"You want them, you have to earn them."

"How?"

"Do what I said. I want you to act like you enjoy sex. Can you do
that?" Staring at my pocket she nodded. "Good, now strip."

Flipping the covers away, she knelt on her bed and pulled her
nightgown over her head, showing her mismatched training bra and
panties.

"Oh and from now on, you don't wear this," I said snapping the
shoulder strap on her bra. "Or this," I added pulling on the
waist band.

"Wh ... what do you mean? I gotta wear underwear."

"No you don't. I like you better when you don't. Now take them
off and don't put them back on unless I tell you to." She quickly
did what I asked and flopped onto her bed. "You're not done, it's
my turn now. Take my pants off."

While she tugged at the zipper and button of my pants I pulled my
shirt off and kicked off my shoes. Naked, I stood next to her bed
with my cock pointing straight at her. "What are you waiting for?
You know what to do." Crawling closer, she took my dick into her
mouth, licking the head with her wet soft tongue.

"Annabel, there's something you need more practice on. It won't
be easy, but I want you to do this for me. If you do, I'll give
you one of the rocks. If you make me cum, I'll give you the other
one, okay?" She quickly nodded, not removing my dick from her
mouth.

"You're doing really good taking my cock in your ass and the
other's in your pussy, but you're not very good sucking. You need
to control your gagging and take a cock all the way inside your
throat. You can do it, I know you can, you just have to WANT to
do it. Think of it as swallowing food or something and let your
throat muscles relax, it will go right in."

Shaking my cock inside of her mouth, she moved closer, dropping
to her elbows as it slipped farther inside.

She gagged the instant it touched the back of her throat. Holding
her by the back of her head, I pulled her face closer, feeling as
the head of my cock fought to make the bend of her throat. With
her head in this position, it was a straight shot down. She
wrenched and tried to pull back but I held her steadfastly.

The crown had slipped back out past her tonsils, but the tip was
still inside. I waited for her to relax and tried again. The same
thing happened again and again and again, causing me to lose my
patience with her.

"Annabel you're not trying!" I barked, giving my hips a firm
push. She choked once again. "Do you want your reward?" I
reminded her. She nodded. "Then you'd better fuckin' do it!"

We tried again, resulting in her gagging once again. Frustrated,
I got a firm grip on her head and pinched her nose with the
fingers of my other hand. Unable to breathe, she gasped for air,
opening her throat muscles and clearing the way forward. I had
been leaking pre-cum like crazy, lubricating the passage and with
her sucking in air, my cock slid fully inside, stopping only as
her nose crashed against my pubic hair.

Using both hands, I kept her immobile, my cock fully embedded
inside of her mouth and throat. She ineffectively struggled to
breathe and break free.

The ensuing fight created vibrations and pulses from her throat
that all but masturbated me. Turned on by what Rebecca had told
me, excited by the fact that I taught Annabel how to deep-throat
and the constricting sensation of her pulsating throat, I
couldn't stop from cumming and filled her gullet with my sperm in
rapid-fire succession. It had been a while since I came that much
and I knew she was getting it straight into her belly.

Her futile struggles reminded me that she wasn't able to breathe
so I slowly backed away, removing it inch by inch from her throat
until the head finally popped free, Immediately she fell aside,
coughing and spurting as air quickly filled her lungs. Her face
was beet red, her eyes watery and mucus ran from her mouth and
nose. It took her a full two minutes before she caught her
breath.

"See, I told you that you could do it," I said with a smile.
"From now on when anyone puts their cock inside you mouth you'd
better do the exact came thing, understand? Because if you don't,
there will be no more of this," I added pulling out one of the
rocks and dropping it next to her. She snatched it up as if it
was gold.

"Now stand up and lay over the side of your bed, I want to fuck
you in the ass."

"You... cough said, gag if you, cough came I could, clear throat
have both."

"I meant if I came twice you could have both, now move your ass
before Rebecca wakes up!"

Doing what I told her, she turned away from me and dropped her
body to her bed with her feet on the floor. For nearly a week I
have fucked her almost exclusively in the ass so it only required
a little spit to lubricate her. I wasn't gentle with her. The
asshole can take a much harder fuck than the pussy and within a
minute I had pushed her bed against the wall and smiled as I
banged against her like a punching bag.

In a matter of minutes or relationship changed. She was no longer
just a cock pocket for me, she was my sister and I had more
rights to her. After all, she is a blood relative now and who
else should have control than me? I still planned on using her to
milk my balls whenever I wanted and to leave her a pregnant,
drug-addicted slut but now there's something I have in store for
her. Something more dark and sinister that what I planned before.
I smiled as my cock began pumping another load of cum into her
body.

She's the prefect cum dump and I'm sure no one around here will
want her as a wife once I'm through with her.

She remained still, half on the bed and half off as I pulled
away, smiling as the dirty sperm with flakes of brown slithered
from her abused asshole. Wiping my cock on her nightgown, I
tossed it to the side and got dressed. She hadn't moved and
stared wide-eyed at the far wall.

"I'll expect you at the river tonight, same time and remember
your lesson. If you want me to keep supplying you with this," I
said flipping the last rock toward her with my thumb, "You'll do
exactly what I tell you."

"Leaving her like the fucked-out pig she is, I left the room,
shutting the door behind me. I wouldn't want Rebecca to walk by
and see her like that. Entering the living room I couldn't help
but smile at the mess passed out on the couch. One leg resting on
the floor, the other straight along the back of the couch. Her
right wrist was across her eyes and her left was haphazardly
lying across her chest. Standing above her I stared at her
wondering what my father saw in her. I'm sure thirty years ago
she was pretty, but now she's just a bitter old woman.

With a devilish grin, I made my way to the kitchen looking for a
little treat for her. A bunch of carrots were soaking in the sink
and I knew what I wanted to do. Grabbing the jar of lard, I took
the dozen or so carrots with me and sat on the floor near her
leg.

Gently I pulled her dress up to expose her granny panties. It
didn't take much to pull the loose-fitting garment away from her
hairy, smelly, tired old pussy. Hardly any hair wasn't gray and
it was very coarse and kinky. Taking a carrot, I dipped it into
the lard and aimed it for her snatch.

I had three inside of her before she stirred, and tried to close
her legs. I waited for her to relax before adding a fourth and
then a fifth. She was stretched pretty wide as I'm sure her old
cunt hadn't had anything inside of it for decades. I was about to
call it quits and pull them out as I had my jollies, but she let
out a moan.

"Oh, so you like it, huh?" I asked to no one. "I'll bet you'll
like one more even better, huh?" Reaching for the largest of the
bunch, I coated it fully with the oil and pointed it right to the
middle of the others. She didn't move as I began to push the
ten-inch long vegetable into her now gaping hole.

Her pussy fought to expel it, but I kept the pressure constant
and hard. Half of it was inside before she mumbled something and
her hand fell from her chest.

"You want me to play with your tits? Is that what you want?" I
asked rhetorically. I was able to push another inch or so into
her before it wouldn't go any father. Returning her panties to
cover her pussy, I moved closer and began to unbutton her blouse.
She's nothing but a white-trash hillbilly and tries to act all
prim and proper, thinking she's better than everyone. I'll show
her.

Spreading her top and pulling her dirty and faded bra down, I
looked at her wrinkled tits. They were large but very saggy.
Flopping to the side, the nipples pointed downward, even while on
her back. It sent a cold chill down my spin thinking that my dad
had sucked on these things many years ago. Smiling, I wanted to
see what it felt like and took the right nipple into my mouth,
sucking the rubbery flesh deep into my mouth.

Seconds later I spit it out. That was just too gross. The old
bitch is old enough to be my grandmother! One consequence of me
stuffing her pussy with carrots and playing with her sloppy fun
bags was

I got a boner. I briefly thought of returning to Annabel for
another round of hide the sausage, but I had something else in
mind.

Freeing my cock, I scooped out some lard and coated my cock.
Seconds later my hand was a blur as I frantically jerked off,
aiming the piss hole right at her face. If she would have awaken,
I would have be dead meat, but for now, I was going to blast a
hot load of cum all over her prudish face. It didn't take long
before I felt the stirring of my balls and smiled thinking that
poor of Melvin probably never experienced that sensation.

The first blast shot across the bridge of her nose, landing on
her eyebrow and dripped down onto her closed eye. The second one
was aimed lower and exploded right on her lips, what a money
shot! Two more strong ones and three or four smaller ones gave me
enough sperm to really coat her face good. I shook my cock hard,
slinging out the final drop of cum onto her neck.

"There whore, like father, like son," I said laughing as I zipped
my pants. From the doorway I looked back at her. I knew she'd be
pissed when she woke up but I didn't care. I know her secret and
if she gives me any grief, I'll make sure her loving husband
knows all about it.

With a chuckle, I left, leisurely making my way to join the
others.  This won't be such a bad summer after all.

end of chapter 8

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to be continued...