Following breakfast, after she had seen her family off, Val though again of her daughters and their effect — if that’s what it was — on their father. She had heard of such things and she’d read several articles on father- daughter incest.
Such and ugly word, she thought.
Perhaps she should talk to Jim about it, clear the air, and if that was what was wrong, perhaps they could work it out together. If some new form of sex was needed to take his mind off the girls, they might consider joining one of the swap clubs they had heard mentioned from time to time… Valerie Carter considered herself a sexually liberated woman. She enjoyed sex with her husband and for several years now, she had entertained the thought of mentioning a “swap” to Jim, as much for his sake as her own, she reasoned. And if Beth and Paul were willing, it just might work out. They had been their friends for several years now and they were an extremely attractive couple. Beth was short and just a bit stocky, but she had firm, full tits and comfortably broad hips, and Paul was Strikingly handsome. At forty-one, he had a good physique and the shock of prematurely gray hair that streaked his otherwise youthfully black head of hair somehow excited her.
The ringing of the telephone brought her out of her after-breakfast stupor. She reached for the kitchen extension and before she could answer, she heard Beth’s voice shaking with emotion as she said, “Val… Oh, Val can… can you come over?
I… I need… that is, there’s something I’ve got to talk to you about.”
“Beth, what on earth is wrong?” Val asked in a concerned tone.
“Please… I’d rather not discuss it on the phone. Can you come over now?”
“Please! Put on a coat or something, but come!” Beth said pleadingly.
“Well… “ and she heard the connection broken as her neighbor hung up.
What in the world could be the matter? she wondered as she rushed to the hall closet and grabbed a light summer coat from a hanger and rushed for the front door.
She crossed the street and barely touched the buzzer when the front door was flung open and Beth stood there, still in her short nightgown, a look of total confusion on her face. “Come… come in… “ she said in a shaken tone.
“For God’s sake, Beth, what’s happened?”
Beth shook her head, took hold of the woman’s hand and led her to the dining room. There, she opened the door to the basement-playroom, flicked on the light and motioned for Val to follow. As they descended the stairs, Beth told her, “Mrs. Palmer called. She’s making new slip covers for the old divan for me. I’d neglected to give her a measurement on the cushions, and when I cam down here to measure one… Oh, Val!” she said, close to tears.
Val watched as she walked to the couch against the wall, lifted a cushion and removed a large, round film can. She turned and held it out. “I… I found this … “ she said, her voice shaking.
Val took the film can from her and read the type label: THE MOTHER FUCKERS. And she felt her face color as she experienced the same confusion her friend was obliviously feeling. “I… I don’t understand,” she said honestly.
“Neither do I and that’s what I’m so worried about. Paul and I have some… some porno movies, but this isn’t one of them, and I have no idea how it got down here in the basement!” She shook her head, then questioned, “You… you don’t suppose one of the kids… “
“Tim or Judy?” Val asked. “God, Beth, I don’t know… I really don’t.” She looked at the film can and she felt a certain excitement inside her. She had never seen an actual pornographic movie. Then Beth’s words came to her again, the admission that they owned some of these obscene movies. “Uh, are you sure this isn’t one of yours?” she shrugged. “I mean one you’ve forgotten about?”
Beth colored slowly, then shook her head. “No-I’m positive. We have nothing like that…” and she pointed to the label on the can.
“Perhaps it’s not what you think it is, Beth. You know the old saying, you can’t judge a book… “
Beth looked at her friend strangely. Val was right. She hadn’t actually viewed the film; perhaps there was some harmless footage inside and the label was someone’s idea of a practical joke. She drew her breath sharply and took the can from Val. “Well, we’ll just see… “ she said and walked to the projector, then stopped and tuned to her friend and neighbor. “But in case it is, why don’t you mix us both a stiff drink? We may need it!”
Jim parked his car outside the low complex of offices where Carter Realty was located. He glanced to his left and saw Pepper’s car already there. She was always there ten minutes ahead of him, and this morning he heaved a sigh of relief as he thought of his red-headed secretary. He had interviewed dozens of girls, and Pepper had won hands down when he got around to talking to her “extra duties” and the “extra” salary that went along with it. A pert redhead in her early twenties, Pepper could have been mistaken for one of the Carter family, so much did she resemble both of Jim’s daughters. It was this, coupled with the fact that she had no objection to fucking around with her employer, and that had cinched the job for her.
Jim grabbed his briefcase and walked briskly to his offices. Pepper smiled at him seductively as he entered, closed the outer door and flipped the lock, then turned the small sign beneath the draped windows to read: OUT. Pepper saw him and she licked her lips as he walked to his inner office without saying anything to her. She knew what was expected of her and even though she thought her boss was just a little bit kinky, she looked forward to these occasional early-morning fucks. She stood up behind her desk and pushed the button on the phone console that would record all incoming calls, then she walked to the small room beyond the reception area and closed the door behind her.
There was a stall shower, a vanity, a toilet and a small wardrobe. Quickly, she stepped out of her skirt and sweater, removed her brassiere and panties and opened the wardrobe. As she shed her clothing and replaced it with the articles Jim had bought for her, Pepper had no way of knowing that the outfit was identical to the one worn by his oldest daughter, Trish, and similar to those worn by Tina. She pulled on the tight bikini panties, slipped the sheer gown over her head and surveyed herself in the mirror. She licked her lips, turned out the light, and then opened the door that led to Jim’s inner office. The Drapes were drawn, and though it was dark inside, she knew he was sitting behind his desk wearing nothing but the short terry robe he always donned for the occasion.
Pepper walked slowly into the room and called out, “Daddy… can I come in? Are you busy?”
Behind the desk, Jim watched the beautiful woman enter wearing the revealing gown. He cleared his throat, then answered, “Sure, baby… what can Daddy do for you?”
Slowly, the young secretary walked to the desk, around it and stood beside her employer, “I just wanted to be with you, Daddy,” she told him and reached out to touch his cheek. “I just wanted to touch you… “ and she moved closer.
In the dim light, Jim looked up at her, but he didn’t see Pepper. He saw instead, his daughter Trisha standing there looking down at him seductively.
“What do you mean?” he asked huskily as her fingers touched his cheek and he felt his prick rising beneath his robe.
“I just want to be with you, to touch you, to love you,” she said, then rubbed her bare knee against his hand where it gripped the arm of the swivel chair. “I need my Daddy!”
Jim heard the words and he swallowed thickly as he moved his hand to the back of her smooth thigh, then upward until it encountered the silken cheek of her panty-covered ass. He ran his fingertips over both ass-cheeks as she leaned down to kiss him fully on the mouth. A sudden surge of excitement coursed through his body as their lips met and her tongue flicked out teasingly to touch his, then retreated as the other hand moved up and under he gown to touch her cunt lightly.
“Now that’s not the way a Daddy is supposed to kiss his little girl,” she scolded mockingly as his fingers pinched her nipple. “What would Mother say?”
Jim felt his prick jerk painfully as he pulled her closer and whispered, “I don’t give a damn what your mother would say! I want to fuck you!”
Pepper chilled as the obscene words came from his throat. Somehow, the bizarre charade appealed to her as she realized that Jim had more than just a passing fantasy about his own daughters.
“Will you suck my pussy, too, Daddy?” she asked as his hand went between her legs and rubbed her silken crotch. “And will you let me suck you? I won’t tell Mother. Honest!” she said in her little girl’s voice as she reached beneath his robe and closed her hand around his throbbing hard-on.
A new thrill went through Jim as her warm fingers began to tease his dick and her words burned themselves
