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 Chapter 4 - 1984

   Somehow Mary's wedding destroyed what was left of Jack and Chris'
marriage.

   Jack was so devastated by Mary's leaving that it made his wife furious.
She had expected him to get over losing his little girl, but he never did.
At the ceremony when Reverend Barnes asked "Who gives this woman to be
wed?", Jack's "I do." was so full of sorrow that everyone in church looked
at him and Mary with suspicion.

   And for weeks afterward he had moped around the house, refusing to do
much of anything.  And especially refusing to fuck his beautiful and horny
wife.

   Their sex life hadn't suffered at all during his incestuous affair with
Mary.  In part that was because he was afraid that if he neglected Chris
she would suspect what happened, and in part because he was so happy that
he wanted to make others happy too.  Now he was so depressed he didn't give
a damn what Chris might suspect or if she was happy or not.

   They were already talking about divorce when Mary came back home.

   She appeared at their door one Monday morning with her bags and
announced that she had left Henry, was demanding an immediate divorce, and
that she was pregnant.

   "Mary, you've only been married seven months.  You have to expect some
rough spots in a marriage.  Sometimes they can last a long time.  Trust me
on this one; I know," Chris said, glaring at Jack.

   "Seven months and I only got pregnant a couple of weeks ago.  I thought
it was taking too long, and now I know why," Mary said.  "Mom, what would
you do if you came home and found Dad in bed with somebody else?"

   Jack had a panicky moment as he thought Mary was going to spill the
beans.

   Chris looked at him angrily, as if that had actually happened.  "I
wouldn't like it," she finally said.  "I don't know if I'd leave him,
though."

   Mary took a breath, "Suppose it was another man?"

   Chris and Jack both gasped.  "My God, Mary!" Jack blurted, "Do you mean
Hank is a fag?"

   "That's not a very nice way to talk about your son-in-law, but yeah, I
guess that's what I mean.  I came home from shopping yesterday and found
him in bed with one of his football buddies.  We talked it out last night
and this morning and I decided to leave him.  As far as anybody outside the
family is concerned, we just had differences.  Exactly why I left him is
nobody's business but ours."

   Under the circumstances Chris had to accept that her daughter was moving
back in with them, at least temporarily.  Jack was delighted of course. 
But he felt a little guilty about the kind of marriage he had forced his
daughter to seek.

   Once he and Mary were alone Jack sat Mary down so they could talk.

   "I feel just awful about what happened to you, baby.  I mean, that must
have been quite a jolt finding your husband like that."

   Mary laughed, "Not that much of a jolt, Daddy.  I knew about Hank before
we got married.  It was all part of the plan."

   "Huh?" Jack said, once again stunned by his daughter.

   "It's simple, Daddy.  Hank and I have been friends for a long time and I
always knew he liked boys.  Well, earlier this year, about a month before I
told you I was getting married, he told me his dad was getting suspicious.
I told Hank that I would marry him and have his baby so his dad would relax
and I could have the baby I've always wanted.  We agreed before hand that
once I was knocked up we would split up and I would raise the baby."

   "Well," sputtered Jack, "is it Hank's baby?"

   "Of course it is, Daddy.  Hank's cock and balls work just fine; he'd
just rather use them on guys."

   "Well, as long as you're happy, Mary."

   "I'm happy enough, Daddy.  I could have been happier with another man's
baby, but I can accept what has to be."

   In no time Jack and Mary were fucking again, and since Mary was already
pregnant Jack was able to enter her without rubbers again.  Jack was very
happy and was even feeling an old attraction for Chris when Mary dropped
one of her patented bombshells.

   "Daddy, do you still have that wedding ring you gave me?"

   "Sure, Mary.  I've kept it safe.  I always hoped one day I could somehow
give it to you again.  May I?"

   Mary looked at him.  "That depends, Daddy.  I want it back and I want to
be you wife.  Don't worry, I'm not going to start bugging you about a baby
again, but I want to be the woman of your house.  That means Mom has to
go."

   Jack sat up.  "Now wait a minute, Mary.  Your mother and I had some
rough times while you were away, but I think we could salvage our marriage
even now."

   Mary looked at him, hard.  "No deal, Daddy.  You can have me as your
wife and lover or her, but not both.  I'll handle Mom, you just have to
agree."

   "You're not going to harm her, are you?" he asked her, frightened of the
possible answer.

   "Of course not, Daddy!  I'm just going to make her want to go away.  Is
it a deal?"

   Jack hung his head, a little bit ashamed of what he was about to say. 
"I love you too much to say no, baby.  What are you going to do and when?"

   "Well, Daddy, this Sunday is Father's Day.  For your gift this year I'm
going to get you a new wife; me."

   Jack was a nervous wreck when Sunday finally rolled around.  Sitting
with Mary and Chris at breakfast he wondered what his daughter was going to
do and if he would survive it.  He knew that Mary meant to drive her mother
out of the house one way or another, and he was afraid of what would happen
if Chris tried to fight back.

   "Mom," Mary said suddenly, "do you remember when I asked how you would
react if you found out Dad was cheating on you?"

   Chris felt a sudden emptiness in her body.  A great fear of what she
might hear next.  "Y-y-y-yes."

   "You said you weren't sure if you would leave him," Mary continued. 
"Well it's time to make up your mind, because he has been unfaithful."

   Chris's hand clutched at her fork and you could see that she was ready
to stab it into Jack's eyes at any moment.

   "Wait," said Mary, "there's more.  Don't you what to know who he's been
fucking behind your back, sometimes in your own bed?  Well, Momma, it was
me.  Daddy fucks me all the time and he'd rather fuck me than you."

   Chris let go of the fork and stared blankly at her daughter and husband.
Suddenly everything seemed to make sense.  She wondered how she could have
been so blind.  She could feel the love she had for her husband turning to
hate.  "You raped our baby," she said, her voice dripping venom.  "How long
has this been going on?  She's always been 'Daddy's Girl'; you've been
molesting her since she was a baby, haven't you."

   Jack sat there, dry mouthed, trying to gather his wits so he could
defend himself, but he never got the chance.

   "It was nothing like that, Mom," Mary said.  "Daddy didn't lay a finger
on me until three years ago, and if anybody was molesting anybody, it was
me.  I ambushed him and dragged him into my bed.  I was sixteen when it
started and I've never regretted a minute of it."

   Chris now felt her love for her daughter die.  The young woman sitting
in front of her was no a little girl violated by an unfeeling male.  She
was now a harlot bent on stealing Chris's husband.  "YOU SLUT.  YOU
MOTHERFUCKING LITTLE BITCH!  YOU GODDAMN, COCKSUCKING WHORE!"

   "That's daddy-fucking bitch, Mom.  And you bet your ass I sucked his
cock.  I love the taste of his cum."

   "And I suppose that bastard in your belly is really his.  Oh, when I get
through telling the cops what you two have been up to you're both going to
rot in jail," Chris said, her voice low and hard.

   "You can't prove anything, Mom," Mary said.  "You see, my baby is
Hank's. I wish it was Daddy's but, he wouldn't let me have his kid.  So,
genetic testing will only prove that this is NOT Daddy's kid.  And Hank
will swear that he popped my cherry on our wedding night.  So what evidence
will you have, Mom?  If you go to the cops you will be the one who winds up
in a cell.  Not in jail, maybe, but a mental hospital can be just as bad."

   Chris slumped into her chair, beaten.  "Why are you telling me all this?
What do you want?  Do you expect me to put up with your incest, maybe join
you?  Forget it."

   Mary reached into her pocket and pulled out her father's ring.  Slipping
it on her finger she said, "I want you to leave.  I'm going to be Daddy's
wife from now on.  I'm not willing to share him with you, anymore."

   Chris suddenly wondered if Jack had ever come to her right after he
fucked their daughter.  She had a vision of her and Jack making love; of
Jack sliding his cock into her pussy; a cock already wet with her
daughter's juices.  It made her sick and she fell to the floor, vomiting.

   When she recovered she packed her bags and left, not saying a word to
either of them.

   That night Jack and Mary lay in bed holding each other, not quite daring
to believe that they had gotten away with it.  Jack kissed his
wife/daughter and smiled at her.  "You had this all figured out in advance
didn't you?'

   "A little, Daddy.  I was pretty sure that once I convinced Mom that she
couldn't prove anything against us that she would just leave.  I hope the
divorce won't be too difficult."

   Jack hugged her close, "I don't care, baby.  Anything she wants she can
have, if she will just leave us alone.

   "That was quite a bluff you pulled, claiming that Hank would say he got
your cherry."

   "It wasn't really a bluff, Daddy," Mary said and then giggled.  "In a
way he would be telling the truth."

   "Huh?"

   "Well, Hank loves to buttfuck his boy toys, and on our wedding night, I
let him fuck my ass.  So he did get one of my cherries."

   Mary saw a bit of shock and sorrow on her father's face and she stroked
his cheek gently.  "I know you wanted to do me there first, Daddy, but I
was still angry with you about the baby thing.  And Hank was being so
helpful, I wanted to give him something.  Are you mad at me, Daddy?"

   "No, Mary, I'm mad at me.  I hate hurting you in any way."

   Mary rolled onto her stomach and then raised her ass, "If you don't mind
being the second guy, and I swear from now on the only guy, you could do my
ass tonight."

   Jack leaned over and kissed and licked Mary's ass cheeks.  "I would love
to."

   Getting up on his knees he moved behind Mary and brought the head of his
throbbing cock to her asshole.  He pressed slowly into her and was
surprised that with only the natural lubrication of his pre-cum he slipped
into her easily.  Clearly his son-in-law had entered her ass more than
once. But if entry was easy the snugness of Mary's ass was still wonderful
on his cock.  It was just a bit tighter than her pussy; it felt terrific.

   As Jack pumped his cock into her ass, he lay forward onto her back,
taking a heavy breast in one hand and teasing her pussy with the other.  He
was touching as much of her body as was possible and he loved the
sensation.

   And Mary loved it too.  Jack was a much more considerate lover than Hank
had been.  Her husband had slammed himself into her ass has hard as
possible and had paid no attention to the rest of her body.  Jack was
giving her pleasure with out the roughness and she knew it was because he
loved her.  She swore to herself that she would return his love and never
ask for anything more.

   Jack slid his fingers into her pussy, while his thumb rubbed around her
clit and his other hand was squeezing her nipple.  Mary started to come
when she felt her father's stiff fingers push into her body and when jack
felt the contractions on his fingers, he groaned.

   "Oh, God, Mary, I can feel you coming.  Come for me, honey, come for
Daddy!"

   "I love you, Daddy," she moaned, "fuck me, Daddy, fuck you baby girl in
her asshole!"

   Seconds later Jack grunted and spewed his come into her ass and then
fell to her side, his cock pulling out of her ass with an audible "slurrp".

   Mary smiled at him, "Well, Daddy, did you like your first
father-daughter ass fuck?
   "It was terrific, Mary.  I think I'm going to like doing that a lot."