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by M.B. Linders
Published by M.B. Linders at Lot’s Cave
Mountain Family Lust, © 2017, M.B. Linders
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All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
A Lot’s Cave Novel
Mom and Dad split up just after my 18th birthday, a couple of months before graduation. At the time, I didn't know what caused it. I know that Dad doted on her and loved her madly.
They had some kind of argument. Well, I heard Dad's voice raised in anger and confusion and Mom's soft reply, followed by Dad storming out of the house and driving off. Mom acted like nothing happened, but she'd been acting weird for years and it honestly didn't seem out of the ordinary for her to act out of the ordinary.
Dad picked me up from school the next day, which was also unusual. He parked in front of the house and we sat in the car and talked. He told me that Mom wanted a divorce and he didn't know why. He asked me if I'd seen any other men around, and I answered no.
We talked for a bit, and he told me that he was going take an extended leave of absence from work and to go back to Pennsylvania, where grandma and all my aunts and uncles lived. He had quite a bit of money in savings, money that he'd invested from his part of the insurance policy when Grandpa died. He said he was going to take some time to clear his head and hoped that that she'd change her mind.
I got a few things for him in the house...some clothes, some pictures and mementos, and some of his belongings. I walked right past Mom in doing so, but she never batted an eye or asked me what I was doing. She acted like it was just any other day. I helped Dad pack his things in the car, then he drove off.
The weeks went by, and I graduated. My two younger sisters came to see me graduate, but not Mom or Dad. When I got home, I raged into the living room and angrily demanded to know why Mom didn't show up. She acted nonplussed, and said that it really wasn't important. Then, oblivious to my hurt and anger, she went right back to watching TV. I stormed off to my room.
That evening, the phone rang. It was my grandmother. She congratulated me on my graduation, then told me that Dad was really depressed and drinking heavily. She felt that perhaps my coming up to visit him would really help cheer him up. She even offered to pay the plane fare, and said I could stay with her and Dad. She said that my Aunt Daisy, Dad's youngest sister, was also there.
I really didn't want to go to Podunk, Pennsylvania. I lived in Oklahoma City, which wasn't perhaps the tip of the metropolitan spear but it was a booming metropolis compared to where Grandma lived. On top of that, Grandma lived in an ancient three bedroom house. Grandpa had always meant to add on to the house, but he was a coal miner and coal miners live short lives. The last time I visited, she'd turned the third bedroom into a sitting room, so between the four of us it would be a tight squeeze. Still, Dad needed me and Mom didn't seem to care if I was around or not.
I left the following weekend, and Aunt Daisy picked me up at the airport. Of all my relatives on Dad's side, I liked Daisy the most. Dad was the oldest of Grandma's kids, and Daisy was the youngest, only about 10 years older than me, so I could relate more to her than any of the others. Plus, she was seriously hot. While the rest of Dad's family is Pennsylvania Dutch—big, thick, and strong—I remembered Daisy as almost elfin. My imagination of her naked body fueled many masturbation sessions while I was going through puberty.
She was still as tiny, with high well-shaped breasts, slim waist, tight ass, and the cutest face I've ever seen on any woman. Even though she was my aunt, my dick stirred when she gave me a fierce hug at the airport. We talked and caught up with each other on the hour and a half drive to Grandma's house. I knew we were getting close when we started driving on one-lane roads in the mountains.
We pulled into Grandma's gravel driveway, and I could see Grandma sitting on the front porch waiting for us. All my bitching about going to backwoods Pennsylvania aside, I was excited to see her. She pulled me against her huge bosom and gave me a hug. Then she told me that Dad was inside, and warned me that he'd been drinking all day.
Dad was surprised to see me. Evidently, Grandma hadn't mentioned my visit to him, and a big grin crossed his face. He hugged me, slapped me on the back and told me to sit down. He was drunk, but not badly so, swaying a bit and slurring his words a tad.
The first thing he asked was how Mom was doing. I told him that she was acting even weirder than before he left. He nodded, sipping from his glass.
I told him I graduated high school, and his face lit up with a huge smile. Inwardly I was a bit perturbed that he'd forgotten, but I knew that the divorce and the booze were really screwing him up, so I didn't make a fuss about it.
He asked about my sisters, and I told him that Peggy, my oldest sister, had failed English and had to take summer school between her junior and senior year. Julie, my youngest sister, was visiting Mom's parents in New Mexico for the summer.
He leaned closer to me, and quietly asked if Mom had a boyfriend. I told him no, and he slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand. “I STILL don't understand why she wants a divorce,” he mumbled.
Grandma was just coming into the house when Dad was offering me a drink. She frowned and said “Eugene!” Dad was “Gene” to everyone, except his mother when he was doing something she didn't like.
“The boy is only 18, drinking age is 21 in this state and in this house,” she glared at him. Dad gave her a sheepish grin, then wandered into the kitchen to refill his drink and get me a soda.
While he was in the kitchen, Grandma told me that Dad was sleeping on the couch and Daisy was in the second bedroom. She didn't want me sleeping on the floor, so she suggested that Dad and I take the bed and Daisy took the couch. I tried to think of a way to suggest that Daisy and I take the bed and Dad stayed on the couch, but that would never fly past Grandma. Still, it was nice to think about.
We all sat and talked for hours then Dad stumbled off to bed, seriously drunk. Grandma and I helped him undress down to his boxers and get him in bed. Grandma went to bed afterward, and Daisy and I stayed up for a while, still talking. God, that woman just oozed sexy, and the longer I stayed with her, the more horny I got.
Finally, Daisy yawned and said she needed some sleep. I reluctantly told her good night, sizing up the couch and thinking that with some overlap, it'd sleep two. Overlap with her was really on my mind.
I went into the bedroom, stripped down to my underwear, and climbed into bed. Dad laid on his side, facing away from me, snoring heavily. My dick was hard, and I debated if whether jerking off would wake Dad up or not. Deciding that it might despite the alcohol in him, I tried to will my dick back to softness. It refused, knowing that Daisy was just a few steps away.
I was laying on my side, facing away from Dad when he stirred. Heavily, he rolled over and threw his arm over me. It weighed a ton. Great, I thought, now I've got a hard-on and I'm being crushed by my dad. I tried to move his arm off of me, but every time I did, he would throw it back over me. After the third time, he snuggled up even closer to me and I could hear him mutter “...missed you, Cathy...”
Holy shit, I thought. Dad thought I was Mom! I whispered as loud as I could: “Dad! Dad! I'm not Mom!”
He kept muttering in his sleep, oblivious to anything I said. He pulled himself tighter against me in his drunken sleep. I gave up trying to move his arm, thinking that if I didn't move he'd fall back into a deeper sleep and then I could wriggle out of the bed. Hell, the floor was looking pretty good about then. That's when I felt his cock press into my ass.
“Hey!” I almost yelled. “Dad, wake up!”
His arm went from over me to around me, and he ground his cock against me. “...sweetest pussy on earth...” he mumbled.
He was pumping his hips against my ass, his cock rubbing up and down between my ass cheeks. I jerked, trying to shake him awake. All that managed to do was allow his hard cock to slip between my legs. He started pumping it back and forth, rubbing between my thighs and under my ass.
I was straining, trying to pull his arm from around me. I didn't want to make too much noise and wake Daisy and Grandma up...how would they react if they saw Dad dry humping his son? I know it came from the alcohol, but how embarrassing would it be for all of us?
Finally, I gave up and let Dad continue. He kept grinding his cock between my legs until he moaned loudly. His cock started pulsing and shooting cum all around my thighs. I could feel it roll down my legs and pool on the bed underneath me.
Dad released his grip on me. “...love you, Cathy...” he muttered, then rolled onto his back and began snoring loudly.
I laid there for a few minutes, making sure that he was completely asleep, then got up and went to the bathroom. Grabbing a handful of toilet paper, I cleaned Dad's cum off my thighs.
Curiously, however, my dick never went down. If anything, I seemed to be even more turned on than I was when I went to bed. I kept telling myself that I didn't like what had just happened, but my dick said I was a liar. There was something about what happened that was horribly wrong yet horribly erotic.
I was standing there in the bathroom, seriously considering jerking off. My dick was straining against my underwear when the bathroom door opened and Daisy walked in. My hands flew to cover my blatant hard-on but it was too late. Her sleepy eyes caught sight of my hard cock outlined by my underwear..
“Oh, my,” she said, her eyes widening.
I stood there, with an “oh shit” look on my beet-red face.
“Is everything OK?” she asked.
I mumbled, “Yeah, kind of.”
I swear I saw her nipples harden through her nightshirt. “Um...I need to use the bathroom. Do you want me to come back in a few minutes to let you, uh, finish up?” She asked, glancing at my hands covering my raging dick.
Great, now she's going to think that I was jerking off, I thought. Of course, that was EXACTLY what I was debating when she walked in, but that wasn't the point. The point was that I wasn't, and yet it still looked like I was.
“Uh, no, just lemme wash my hands,” I stammered, spinning around quickly.
While I washed my hands, she stayed behind me in the open doorway. I glanced, and saw that she was looking at my reflection in the full length mirror next to the doorway. She could see my dick pushing out my underwear clearly, and I thought I saw her hand dart to the front of her panties for a moment.
I dried my hands, then edged my way around her, exited the bathroom and closed the door for her. I went back and got in bed, inadvertently lying in the cold pool of cum from Dad's earlier eruption. “Yeech,” I thought, but there was no place else to lay with Dad sprawled out on his back hogging up most of the bed.
I laid there for 10 or 15 minutes, trying desperately to get to sleep. My dick finally began to shrink, but I started thinking of Dad's drunken dry hump and the image of Daisy's hard nipples and it woke back up. I couldn't get to sleep. I decided to go get a drink of water.
I walked out of the bedroom into the hallway. It was pitch black--Daisy must have turned off the light that Grandma left on. I knew the general layout of the house, and groped my way down the hallway, through the living room, and into the kitchen. After drinking a glass of water, I headed back.
As I was slowly making my way through the living room, I heard a muffled noise in the general direction of where the couch should be. I stood still, straining to listen and heard a soft “Mmmmm...mmmmm...MMMM...mmmm”. Suddenly it dawned on me that Daisy was masturbating and that's why she probably turned off the light.