The Descent Ch. 14

There was no better way to wake up, Amanda thought as she put the pipe and now spent bowl back on the bedside table. A shower did sound nice, she decided, heading toward the closed bathroom door.

Stepping back into the house was strange for Cameron, perhaps even stranger the second time when he knew that despite entering his childhood home, he was not going to find anything resembling his childhood residing there. But it also gave him some measure of calm, or perhaps that was the beer--he couldn't be sure. Either way, he was done trying to make sense of it tonight. Instead, he led his friend into the kitchen and the always-stocked liquor cabinet.

Despite or perhaps as a result of never being heavy drinkers Cameron's parents had always had a lot of high-end spirits on hand. Any time a dinner party or get together occurred an expensive bottle of alcohol was purchased or dropped off and usually remained mostly untouched in the cabinet until the next time. This meant that it had always been relatively easy to sneak a few swigs even in his younger years. This time, however, Cameron was not going to be sneaking anything.

He almost welcomed a challenge from his parents at this point, at least it would resemble some sort of normalcy.

Foster sat on one of the stools at the expansive island countertop and awaited his bounty for agreeing to this event. Cam took out a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black Label and a couple of bowler glasses and filled them nearly to the top.

"So, it's like that huh?" Foster commented in surprise.

"Shut up and drink," Cam replied flatly.

Foster chuckled lightly but did as he was told, taking a long sip on his whisky. He spun his stool around a couple of times and enjoyed the smooth action of its bearings before stopping himself to be facing the darkened living room.

"Holy shit, is that your mom?" Foster whispered loudly.

Cameron nearly choked on his whisky when he realized they'd walked into the house and not even noticed his mother passed out on the couch. The curtains were drawn, and she was slumped over silently, so she was easy to miss, but it was still a shock.

"Dude, I'm not trying to be disrespectful here, but I never knew your mom was such a babe," Foster blurted in less of a whisper.

Ordinarily that would have elicited a white-hot rage from Cameron, perhaps even a physical confrontation--but tonight it didn't feel worthy of such a reaction.

"Like I said, things have changed around here," he replied, taking another long sip and wanting everything to numb out sooner rather than later.

Jim didn't immediately notice the door swing open or his daughter stride in. In fact, it wasn't until she'd tapped on the glass of the shower door that he was startled out of his bathing routine in surprise of her approach.

"You scared the shit out of me!" Jim gasped, thankful that he didn't slip to his death.

Amanda didn't reply she just slid the door open and stepped inside of the luxuriously expansive shower space next to her father. As the hot water cascaded across her bare skin and hair, she immediately felt the brush of Jim's erection on her lower belly.

"Morning wood?" she joked, leaning into him a bit in response.

"Not exactly morning, and I think it has more to do with you," Jim replied.

"You're pretty frisky for an old guy," Amanda continued to tease.

"Old? That hurts," Jim joked, making a dramatic face of pained insult.

Amanda chuckled at her father's silly face and grasped his cock in her right hand.

"How you wanna do this?" she challenged, feeling her box heat up.

"Carefully," he replied, nodding toward his injured collarbone.

"Okay, sit," she instructed, motioning toward the seat molded into the shower enclosure behind him.

Jim stepped back cautiously and sat down, his prick sitting upright and eager.

Amanda spun around and bent her thick, shapely ass over Jim's lap, before snaking her hand between her legs from the front and spreading her labia.

Jim knew the score; he leaned a few inches forward and dove tongue-first into his daughter's meaty cunt. He lapped and licked and plunged his tongue into her from behind, noticing that she'd begun thrusting her ass out toward him to accommodate his attempts.

"Does my pussy taste good daddy?" Amanda breathed.

"Mmmhmm," was Jim's reply as his tongue remained temporarily predisposed.

Jim was trying to clumsily jerk his cock with his non-dominant hand while his right one was out of commission, and it was proving unsatisfactory. Amanda noticed this looking at him from between her legs and took pity, pushing his face away from her mound and positioning herself above his cock.

"I'll take care of you daddy," she assured.

Jim watched as Amanda's thick ass lowered slowly over his prick and Amanda guided it into her pussy with a deft hand. As she slid her way down his pole, he felt every muscle in his body tense and then release in ecstasy.

"Ohhhh my God," he sighed.

It felt so hot and tight wrapped around his meat and Jim thought that he would be blasting his load into her womb very soon.

Amanda relished every second of her father's manhood sliding its way inside of her. Finally, her ass contacted his thighs to signify she was balls deep and that propelled her to begin to bounce. The loud slaps of wet flesh as she bounced her thick ass on his cock were a testament to their uninhibited fuck session. She was not interested in playing coy or teasing, she wanted to get fucked.

She reached out to the stabilization handle to her right to buoy her balance while she rubbed her clit with her left hand. Her clit was already engorged and sensitive to her touch and it sent shockwaves of pleasure through her as she rubbed it furiously and continued bouncing excitedly on her father's prick.

Jim felt the familiar tingling in his balls that warned of his approaching orgasm and leaned back against the shower wall. Amanda continued to impale herself on his stick as the first frantic ejaculations overtook him.

"I'm cumming," he panted.

Amanda picked up the pace and raced for the finish line herself as she enjoyed the feeling of her father's cock surging and shooting its cum into her. Finally, her hard work paid off and the breath in her lungs caught in preparation for her climax.

"Fuuuuuuuuck," she groaned as her pussy convulsed and her clit exploded in sensitivity and pleasure.

She tried to maintain a continued rhythm of bouncing but was unable to remain standing, eventually collapsing onto her father's lap while her orgasm continued.

Jim leaned on his daughter's back as his own orgasm propelled a final few ejaculations to spew forth before finally subsiding.

"That was a big one," Amanda commented, referring to the intensity and duration of her orgasm.

"Yeah, me too, I think you'll be leaking my cum for a week," Jim agreed.

"Mmmm, I like the sound of that," Amanda purred in appreciation of her previously timid father's brazen declaration.

"Of course, you do," Jim replied through a laugh, finally capable of meeting Amanda on the same perverse landscape in some capacity.

"I'm turning into a prune," Amanda replied, looking at the wrinkled skin of her fingers.

"We better get out, I was halfway there when I got in, if you turn into a prune I'll turn into a raisin," Jim joked, allowing Amanda to step gingerly to her feet.

"Yeah, let's dry off and make dinner," she agreed.

Cam didn't know when it happened, but at some point, he had passed out. He had moved to one of the La-z-boy's in the living room while Foster had kept the bottle at the counter to himself.

He only knew he had passed out because upon opening his eyes the room was considerably darker than he last saw it and it took several moments for his sight to adjust.

Also, he couldn't be sure, but he could hear and sense movement coming from his left on the couch. As his eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light of the room, he could make out two figures on the couch. Eventually it was clear that it was his mother and Foster, but he couldn't quite tell what they were doing.

When he finally did, he felt a pang of terror and shock shoot through him. Foster was standing over his mother and thrusting his pelvis toward her face. He couldn't quite see from his angle, but it appeared as though he was getting a blow job from his mom.

Suddenly Cam needed to move, he had to move and yet--he couldn't. They hadn't noticed him wake up and that meant that he didn't need to formally deal with any of this madness. Cameron's entire body screamed out for him to stand up, to yell and scream and cry but instead he remained frozen in place pretending to be asleep.

The soft slurping noises of fellatio were barely above a whisper and even Foster's breathing was tempered. It was clear that neither of them intended for him to wake up during their act. Cam's stomach twisted and roiled with anxiety as he silently prayed for it to end. He didn't have to pray long as the barely audible whisper of 'I'm gonna cum' wafted through the air and signified a swift conclusion to this nightmare.

A few muffled grunts and slurps were all that remained of his mother's clandestine attempt to suck off his high-school friend until it was finally over. Cameron shut his eyes and allowed those in the room to assume he remained asleep, and he listened to the sound of his mother's heels lead down the hallway. A tiny peek several minutes later revealed that she was gone, and Foster was now passed out on the couch himself.

The entire ordeal was only a few minutes long, but it represented something so vile, so unbelievably inconceivable that it would likely haunt him for the rest of his life.

Perhaps most disturbingly, however, was that amongst all the feelings of disgust and revulsion was the tiniest flicker of a different emotion. An emotion that was far more difficult to understand or accept, jealousy.