Chapter 1

Dan woke up to the sensation of two different warm mouths around his cock. His eyes still closed, he playfully humped the mouth his cock was inside. He opened one to see Jenny’s young mouth bringing his cock to life. During the night, he was up to use the bathroom, and Jenny captured him to her bed for a middle of the night fuck and cream pie.

“Good morning, Daddy. I’m sucking on your cock to get it hard so you can fuck Cathy.”

“I’m not so sure I want you to stop. You sure suck a good cock for being fourteen.”

“Thank you!” She said, scurrying up to lay beside him. “I’m even a better fuck for you.”

Cathy took Jenny’s place, and her more experienced mouth had him rock hard. She crawled up his body, purposely dragging her tits over his stomach and chest. Jenny watched as Cathy went to her back, beckoning Dan between her legs. Jenny watched his cock penetrate her slit, then began fucking her.

Dan was several minutes into fucking his daughter with Karen, Wendy, Tina, and Lisa watching when a cell phone chirped. On the third sound, “That’s my phone,” Cathy said.

Karen went to the table, picked it up, and answered it. “Someone is asking for you,” Karen said, walking the phone to her.

Dan lifted off Cathy, and Jenny was quick to suck on his cock.

“Hello?”

“Is this Catherine McCormack?”

“Yes, it is; who’s this?”

“I’m Officer Brent Alexander with the Belleville Police Services. Are you alone?”

“No, I’m with my family.”

“I went to your home earlier, but there was no answer at the door.”

“My stepbrother was married yesterday, and we stayed the night at the Quinte Convention Centre hotel because we’d been drinking. Why did you need to go to my home?”

“Mrs. McCormack, is Benjamin McCormack your husband?”

“Yes, he is; why do you ask?” Cathy’s expression changed with the questioning.

“I hate having to say this to you over the phone instead of in person. Mrs. McCormack, I regret to inform you that your husband was killed in an automobile accident earlier this morning.”

“That can’t be, he told me he was taking a cab home then going to his parents for the night!” Her brow furrowed with fear, everyone wondering what the conversation was about, her eyes racing over those in the room.

“Do you drive a silver Dodge Caravan with license number AFMB-404?”

“Yes, we do, but our van is here in the hotel parking lot.” Cathy hurried to the window, looked right, and then left. Her eyes widened when she noticed the empty stall where Ben had parked the van for the wedding.

“Oh my God! No! No! NO! It can’t be! It can’t be!” Cathy began shaking and crying. She turned to her family and said, “Ben’s dead! The police officer said he’s been killed in a car accident!”