She was right, but not for the reason she thought. Some interruptions came their way, just when Linda was succumbing to the horny incest. The first interruption came from the school board, a telephone notice that if Linda Simmons wasn't in school the next day, a doctor's certificate would be required.
"Oh darn!" Linda pouted, jerking her dad's prick.
"Oh shit!" Jim blurted angrily. "You'll have to go to school tomorrow!"
"Yeah," Linda murmured. She gave his cock a nice squeeze. "But only until three o'clock. I'll come right home to you. I won't let any nasty boys fuck my pussy."
They laughed over that and kissed warmly. Linda slipped her tongue into her father's mouth and wiggled it in there.
"Thank you for making me such a horny little girl," she teased. She knew this sort of thing would make his cock nice and big for her. It did… and she sucked it.
But even though they overcame this initial setback, another came. Jim Simmons received a phone call informing him that he was fired from his job. He'd lost too many days of work.
"Oh, no," he groaned, hanging up the phone. He sank heavily into his recliner chair, still naked, and Linda frowned worriedly at him. His prick was limp and curled up like a sick worm!
"Daddy, what is it?" she cried, running to him and sitting on his lap to cheer him up.
Jim played with her tits and cunt, and he told her the bad news. "And our rent is due next week. I guess I really pissed Mr. Crain off this time."
"Don't worry, Daddy," Linda said soothingly. She reached down and took his prick between her hands, then milked it into hardness. "Something will work out. The school thing didn't stop us. Neither will this."
"This is different, honey," Jim pointed out. "We're talking about our bread and butter here."
"I know," Linda cooed, squeezing his wet cockhead. "But I still don't want you to worry. Not now that I've learned to love you so much. I hate to see anything bother you. Except me. Do I bother you, Daddy?"
He grinned and caught her up in his arms. Linda giggled happily as he carried her willing young body into the bedroom where he fucked her until she was crying for more.
The next day, Linda Simmons did her thing. At the risk of great trouble, she played hooky from school and swayed her cute little ass over to the Crain Manufacturing Company. There, she asked to see Mr. Crain.
The elderly lady at the receptionist's desk buzzed the inner office and said: "Mr. Crain? There's a Miss Simmons here to see you."
"Miss Simmons?" Bert Crain answered gruffly. "I don't know anybody by that name. What does she want?"
"She says she's Jim Simmons' daughter."
"Oh, I see. Well… send her in."
Linda entered the plush office of Bert Crain, and she closed the door behind her. She stood before the man's desk in a brief minidress, cut low across her ripe tits and high on her creamy white thighs. She smiled prettily at the old guy.
"What can I do for you, Miss Simmons?" he asked blankly. The girl was obviously a kid, so he tried not to notice how sexy she was.
"You can give my father his job back," Linda said simply. She ambled around the guy's desk and stood near him, giving him a closer look at her goodies. "In fact, you could give him a better job here and a raise."
Bert Crain had to smile at the child's spunk. "I appreciate your concern for your father's welfare, young lady. But you don't understand business."
"I might not understand business," Linda admitted, "but I do understand men!"
And she lowered her dress front so that it bared both her ripe, round, pink-nippled tits.
The old man's eyes almost fell out of his head. He stared at her tits, then shot nervous glances at the door as he croaked: "What are you trying to do to me? Get me busted or something? Jesus Christ!"
Linda merely smiled and took a deep breath so her tits would rise up nicely before his hungry old eyes. "I'm not here to cause you any trouble, Mr. Crain. I want to be nice to you… so you'll be nice to my father."
With that, she simply dropped to her knees between his and unzipped his pants as he looked on groaning. She reached into his trousers, grasped his old cock and brought it outside to kiss it. Bert Crain agonized in his swivel chair as, in a matter of seconds, the pretty teenaged girl took his old prick into her young mouth and brought it to amazing vitality and life.
"Jesus Christ!" the old guy groaned again. That was all he could get out of his constricted throat as the girl sucked his cock.
Her pretty head went down, down, down, and all of his prick disappeared up into her softly sucking mouth. Then her head was bobbing, bobbing, bobbing, in a delightful rhythm that drove the old man crazy. His parched balls tightened up against the base of his thickening cock and, in just moments, his prick was spitting savagely into Linda's loving, sucking throat. She gulped down his thick, creamy cum and got to her feet, smiling prettily.
She covered her tits slowly, rather teasingly.
"That was just a sample of what I have for a nice man like you." She stepped back and raised the hem of her short dress to expose all of her furry young cunt. "I have a lot more for a man like you… if you want it. It's up to you. I just hate to see my dad lose his job. And he could use a raise."
Linda marched pertly to the door, and she grabbed the knob. She hesitated. She glanced back over her shoulder and peered at the startled old guy.
Bert Crain's mouth flapped soundlessly for a moment. Then he found his voice, a little strained, and said: "I think the plant needs a new foreman. Your father can start tomorrow." His old eyes burned into the curves of her cute little ass.
Linda smiled. "That means I'll be home all alone tomorrow."
She marched out of the offices, then hurried home to her worried daddy. And she soothed him for the rest of the day… and the rest of the month!
When the note arrived in the mail from her mother, who was almost a thousand miles away, a different Linda read it. It said:
Dear Linda:
I'm so sorry I had to run off and leave you alone with that beast, but I just had to. I'm not with Mr. Daniels any more. I've met this nice Christian man who takes me to church every Sunday. As soon as I can divorce your father, he and I will marry. He doesn't believe in sex before marriage. That would be a sin. So as soon as we can get married, we'll send for you. I promise. Ned says he knows how to bring a young girl up in the right Christian manner. You'll love him. Please write to me at the above address and let me know what you think of coming to live with us.
Love,
Mother
Linda had no difficulty in answering the letter. She wrote back immediately:
Dear Mom:
Go fuck yourself!
Love,
Linda and Daddy