Chapter 2

I was afraid to go into the house but knew I had to. I half expected to be attacked as soon as I got in the door, sure that Mom knew it had to have been me when Dad made his excuse for not getting home in the afternoon. However, everything was fine. Mom treated me the way she always did but she was more attentive than usual with Dad. I thanked my lucky stars that Dad didn’t apologize about forgetting to come home and Mom didn’t mention his supposed visit. All I could do was hope they didn’t talk about it alone after they went to bed.

It eventually dawned on me that Mom was acting like any woman who had recently made love to her mate. She was softer, more feminine, and in a good mood, but Dad was his normal aloof self. His whole demeanor spoke volumes. This was simply where he ate and slept, but Mom acted as if something was different.

We were sitting in the living room, watching TV, when Mom asked Dad, “Are you coming home tomorrow afternoon?”

Every muscle in my body went rigid. This was it. Dad would say ‘yes’ and that he was sorry about not making it today. I got ready to make a run for it.

“No, maybe Thursday,” Dad replied off-handedly, looking like he didn’t want to be bothered.

Mom smiled and left it at that.

That night, I struggled with the fact that I had almost fucked my mother. The only saving grace was that, in the end, I had come to my senses. Still, I had spewed my spunk all over her ass and I couldn’t forgive myself completely, at least, not that easily. I swore that it would never happen again. I was lucky to have gotten away with it, and luckier still that I hadn’t actually gone all the way. I would take that luck to the bank and never be bad again.

Within the hour, my hand had found my cock and my mind filled with visions of Mom, blindfolded, waving her ass under my nose, begging to be taken.

I had been sitting in place for almost an hour before Mrs. Omed came to the back, got her coat, and returned into the store. I heard her saying goodbye to ‘Mr. Horlock’. Obviously, others were still in the store. Several more goodnights followed before the outer lights dimmed. Shit, they were all going home. I had hoped to see another session between Dad and Mrs. Omed. I thought maybe she might give him her ass tonight but she had been the first one to leave.

Footsteps and voices approached. The domineering was my father, the pleading one I didn’t recognize. Dad burst through the curtain and strode into his office, followed by a woman in maybe her late twenties. She was blonde, slim and attractive.

“Please, Mr. Horlock. I need this job.”

Dad had seated himself and was looking at some papers on his desk. He waved off-handedly at the young woman to signal he didn’t want to hear anymore.

“I don’t know why Mrs. Omed said that. I sometimes forget about the accessories but I know I can do better. I can sell more. Please, Mr. Horlock, my little boy...”

Ahhh, it was one of the single moms. Dad swiveled around in his chair.

“What about your son?”

The woman looked crestfallen, visibly shrinking in front of my father.

“He’s in little league now and I won’t be able to afford, I mean, if I lose my job, how will I be able to pay...”

Dad stood up.

“All right now.”

He put his arms around the sobbing woman and pulled her close, patting her on the back.

“Nobody’s going to lose their job ... yet.”

The sniffling woman pulled her head back to look at my father.

“No?”

Dad pulled her close again. “No,” he said, patting her back.

The woman sobbed, then spread her arms and curled them around Dad in a big hug.

“Oh, Mr. Horlock, you don’t know how...”

Her voice abruptly cut off as Dad’s hands slid down from her shoulder blades to her waist and then farther, onto her supple buttocks.

“Mr. Horlock?”

“There, there. We’ll give you another chance.”

Dad’s hands clutched the woman’s cheeks.

“Mr. Horlock...”

Dad released the woman and sat down in his chair. He took her hands in his.

“Look, I know how important it is to provide a good home for your son, maybe even buy him extra things, so if your performance improves...”

Dad paused, looking up at the woman.

“Here, come down here where we can see each other eye to eye.”

Dad pulled on the woman’s hands and she fell to her knees on the carpet in front of him.

“That’s better. Now, where was I? Oh yes. If your performance improves to the point that I’m satisfied with it, you can keep your job, and I’ll even give you a little raise.”

Dad’s hands slid up the outside of the woman’s arms and onto her shoulders, then back down but this time he pushed them under her arms and held her sides, by her breasts.

“Mr. Horlock...”

“We’ll even start you off with a little bonus.”

Dad’s hands moved down to the woman’s waist, the back up along her sides.

“Mr. Horlock, I...”

“That’s much better than losing your job tonight, isn’t it?”

The woman didn’t answer. Dad moved his hands again, this time more slowly and suggestively, palms pressing in against the side of her breasts.

“Isn’t it?” he asked.

The woman said something but I couldn’t hear.

“What’s that?” Dad’s voice was more confident, demanding.

“Yes,” the woman replied meekly.

“Of course it is,” Dad said benevolently, moving his hands to the front of the woman’s dress.

She looked down and to the side while Dad rubbed his palms on the front of her dress. Despite the forward cant of her head, her blonde hair was long enough to remain hanging over her shoulder. Still, with her head to the side, I could see that she was pale with fine features, a delicate woman. She suddenly stiffened and I knew that Dad, keeping his palm pressed against the front of the dress, had closed his fingers to take in the full form of her breasts.

“Everything will be fine, Jennifer, you’ll see.”

Evidently satisfied with the way things were going and confident about where they were headed, Dad released Jennifer’s breasts and slid his hands around to the back of her neck. He fumbled with the hook for a few seconds and then slid the zipper down the back of her dress. Jennifer shivered as her back was exposed but didn’t interfere.

“You’re such a pretty girl. It’s a shame your husband was such a deadbeat, it really is, but you’re better off without him. Things don’t have to be so hard on you, you know, you don’t have to do it all on your own.”

While he was talking in his slithery voice, Dad unsnapped the back of Jennifer’s bra and pushed its straps and the dress down her arms to her elbows. She was very slender. He sat back and looked at the woman, who was still kneeling before him, face turned down and to her left, as if ashamed of her exposure and that she was allowing it to happen.

“That’s better. I’m sure things will start looking up from now on,” Dad smiled.

He put his finger under Jennifer’s chin, lifted her face and turned it toward him.

“Things are going to get better, aren’t they?”

“Yes,” Jennifer mumbled.

“Of course they are.”

Dad took Jennifer’s right hand and placed it on his pants, directly on the noticeable bulge there.

“Let’s see what kind of bonus you’re worth, shall we?”

Jennifer didn’t move.

“Well, get on with it.”

Jennifer jerked and pulled her hand away to cover her mouth, stifling a sob.

“Enough of that,” Dad barked. He unzipped his pants and pulled her hand back, stuffing it inside his zipper. “That’s it, don’t be afraid. Just wiggle your fingers a little.”

I couldn’t see if Jennifer complied with his demand because her head was in the way.

“Wiggle them!”

“Yeah, that’s it. See what you can do. He really likes it. Look how you’ve made him grow. Oh yeah, I can see you’ve got a talent for this. Ahhhhh, shit yeah.”

Jennifer moved her head and, from my vantage point in the loft above and slightly to the left behind Jennifer, I could now see her fingers moving inside Dad’s pants.

“You want to see it, don’t you?”

Dad didn’t wait for an answer.

“Take it out. Go ahead, you can look at it if you want.”

Jennifer shook her head.

“Take it out!”

Jennifer fumbled in Dad’s pants for a few seconds but finally managed to pull his cock out.

“There you go. Bet your loser husband didn’t have one like that, did he?”

Jennifer shook her head. Dad might be a braggart but he did have a decent sized cock. It pleased me to be a recipient of my father’s genes and, as disgusting as this scene was, I was fascinated by it and my father’s unrepentant exercise of power.

“Jack it,” Dad commanded.

Jennifer curled her delicate fingers around Dad’s shaft and hesitantly stroked it up and down.

“Grip it harder.”

“Move your hand all the way up and down.”

“Right over the head. That’s it. Squeeze it. Ahhhh, yeah. Keep doing it like that.”

Jennifer moved her hand up and down and Dad leaned back to enjoy it. After a while, he leaned forward and pawed her breasts. I could see his right hand cupping her left breast.

“You’re not very big. I bet you had nothing before you had a kid but they’re not too bad now. A little slopey, but you got nice nipples.”

He pinched her nipple and pulled her tit away from her chest.

“Do you like that?”

Jennifer shook her head but her hand never stopped moving.

“You know what they say about women with small tits?”

Jennifer shook her head again.

“They’re good cocksuckers,” Dad laughed loudly. He stopped laughing abruptly. “Are you a good cocksucker Jennifer?”

She shook her head.

“You mean to tell me that deadbeat husband of yours never made you suck his cock?”

Jennifer shook her head.

“What a wiener,” Dad laughed but abruptly became serious. “Get on it.”

Jennifer looked up at him.

“Come on, enough with the hand. Put your mouth on it.”

Jennifer kept looking up at Dad, unmoving, like a deer caught in head lights.

“Come on,” Dad urged, displacing her hand on his cock with his own and placing the other on top of her head.

He pulled her head forward and fed his cock into her mouth. Jennifer sputtered and Dad pulled his cock back.

“Too big?” Dad laughed. “That’s okay, you’ll get used to it.”

He jammed it back into Jennifer’s mouth but when she sputtered again he ignored her, knotted his fingers in the hair on top of her head and pulled her onto his cock. He didn’t stop until Jennifer choked and yanked her head back, gagging. Dad laughed and as soon as she stopped coughing, he jammed his cock back into her face.

“Deeper, come on, you can do it.”

Jennifer tried to grab Dad’s cock but he batted her hands away.

“Okay, we’ll work it in slowly.”

Dad grabbed both sides of Jennifer’s head and started flexing his hips, fucking into her face. She kept trying to pull her head back but couldn’t. Dad kept up a steady rhythm but didn’t go too deep and after a while until Jennifer seemed to relax. I guess she had learned to handle the assault, the brutal invasion of my father’s meat in her mouth. When she was taking his cock easily, he started pulling on her head and shoving it in deeper. Every few thrusts, Dad pulled out and let Jennifer clear her throat, but shoved his meat back into her mouth quicker each time.

I was amazed by how quickly Jennifer adapted to Dad’s cock plunging deep into her mouth. At first, she had barely been able to take his head in but now Dad was pulling her face all the way down to his balls and holding it there for a few seconds before releasing her and letting her head pop off his cock and then, right away, pulling her back onto it.

This went on for a while and I wondered when Dad was going to stand up and bend Jennifer over the desk like did to Mrs. Omed but when he started breathing harder and harder, I knew he wasn’t going to. He was going to unload on her face, the way Mrs. Omed wouldn’t let him. Sure enough, Dad suddenly held Jennifer’s head firmly in place and thrust frantically in her face. He was gasping and moaning really loud. He stood up in a half crouch and continued plunging into Jennifer’s upturned face.

Then he was yelling, making weird, primeval sounds, coming in her mouth, grabbing his cock and pulling it out, steering it around her face, covering her with his spunk. Only when the last drop dripped off his cock did he release her hair.

“Lick it clean,” he commanded.

Jennifer dutifully took Dad’s cock back into her mouth and sucked until he pulled it out, satisfied. He turned around, grabbed the roll of shop towels, tore off several sheets, and threw them at her.

“Clean yourself up.”

He stuffed his cock away and zipped up. Jennifer had stood and was getting some more shop towels, her dress sliding unnoticed over her slim hips and down her legs to the floor, revealing a pair of cheap cotton panties barely covering a nice, tight little butt. Dad admired her pear-like cheeks and patted the right one.

“I was right. You’re a great little cocksucker, Jennifer, and you’ve got a nice little ass to boot. Too bad you wore me out with your mouth. Look, here’s a hundred for you and another to get some extra babysitting for your kid. I want to see you tomorrow, no, make that Thursday. I’ll have a talk with Mrs. Omed tomorrow to straighten her out and let her know about your raise. Now, go pick out some nice under things from the store for yourself, and maybe a dress or two. Nothing too expensive, mind you.”

Dad stuffed the bills into Jennifer’s hand.

“Don’t worry kid. You got a job here for life it you keep that up.” He looked down her front. “And don’t forget the panties. Those things don’t do justice to what you got under there.”

Jennifer stooped to pick up her dress and pulled it up. She zipped up without putting the bra on, holding it in her hand with the money.

“Listen, honey. If you start having second thoughts, think about your kid and how you’ll get another job if I spread the word that you’re a little thief.”

Jennifer looked indignant and started to protest but was stopped by Dad’s sneering smile.

“It’s a tough world, kid. Run along home now and don’t be calling in sick tomorrow.”

My father had always been a tough employer but I had never known he was a real bastard. I mean, he was a real heel, a miserable fucking cunt. But, look at the awesome sex he got. The thought of what he was going to get on Thursday made my cock throb. I had come in my pants again and now, after a long shower, sitting in my room, I was hard again.

Tomorrow, Dad would be busy with Mrs. Omed, and Thursday it would be Jennifer’s turn again. I wanted to see that, but tomorrow, Mom would be waiting for Dad in the afternoon. Would he come? I had my doubts but I had to be sure. I called Jessica.

“Hey Jessica, how are you?”

“Yeah? That’s great.”

“No, I’m not coming back to work in the store. Dad and I still don’t see eye to eye.”

“Yeah, I know. Look, Mom’s planning a surprise for him later this week. No, don’t tell anyone at the store, but listen, can you let me know if he leaves tomorrow afternoon? She’s getting stuff ready and doesn’t want him to find out. You can? That’s great. Yeah, I’ll come down for a coffee soon.”

“You too. Bye.”

That was easy. Maybe I had more of Dad’s genes than I thought.

“I’m going out Mom. See you after supper,” I yelled.

Mom had dressed nicely again today and was super nice to Dad but he hadn’t noticed. I got the feeling that Mom thought he was just putting on an act because she seemed more pleased the more he ignored her. He was such a prick yet women fawned over him. I bet within weeks that Jennifer wouldn’t be moping about her situation. I bet she’d be leaning over Dad’s desk, eager for a pounding from behind. Dad had a way about him.

I dropped the car off and hurried home. In my room, I set my phone so I would vibrate if Jessica called, then undressed quickly, this time leaving my shorts on the bed with the rest of my clothes. Kneeling down by the floor, I listened for Mom’s telltale murmurs but all I could hear was the DVD playing in her room.

Excellent! Mom was already into it. I pushed the door open and crept stealthily down the hall, then peeked around the door jamb.