"Golly, I wish I could suck it all that way!" Tami squealed, pulling on Greg's balls. "I wish I could take all of it in my mouth!"
Linda was sucking greedily on her son's prick, thinking Greg's cock was so much tastier than David's. It was larger, that was for sure. Her lips slipped smoothly and tightly up add down the throbbing shaft.
And the sound of the doorbell startled them.
"Oh, my God!" Linda yelped. She jumped to her feet, looking toward the door wildly. "David? Could it be David?"
"I'll look," Tami said, running to the door and peeking through the small window. "Oh! It's Daddy!"
"Oh, God!" Linda moaned, racing from the room. "Hurry… get some clothes on! Oh, why did he have to come here now! Goddamn… he mustn't see us this way! Hurry, get some clothes on!"
Linda was in a panic as she put on a pair of shorts and thin blouse. She hoped Greg and Tami would be composed when their father was admitted into the house. She hoped her own expression would not tell him what she had been doing.
Feeling as if she wanted a hole to crawl into, she went back to the living room and was glad to see her children weren't there. Opening the door, she said in a well-controlled voice, "Come in, Frank."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Linda was extremely nervous as she sat in the living room talking to her ex-husband. She kept glancing at the door, hoping Greg and Tami would be fully dressed when they greeted their father. She hoped, desperately, that Tami would pull on a pair of panties.
So much had happened in just a few days, Linda's mind was still whirling. She just knew Frank could see it all on her face, and she kept her eyes averted from his.
"You're beautiful, Linda," Frank said, "but you were always beautiful to me."
"Please, Frank," she protested, crossing her legs, "don't start that."
"You know I still love you, don't you?"
"Frank, I don't want to…"
"Hi, Daddy!" Tami said happily, running into the room and jumping into her father's lap, hugging him as she planted a moist kiss on his cheek.
"Hi, baby," he grinned proudly as he hugged her small body tightly.
"Hello, Dad," Greg said from the doorway.
Linda looked at her son quickly, her eyes searching the front of his pants. Greg didn't have a hard-on, and she sighed with relief. But she saw that Tami's skirt was high. However, the flash of pink panties relieved her, too. At least they had gained control, she thought.
"I thought the kids might like to go to the park with me today," Frank said, his arm around Tami's waist. "I haven't seen them in a few days, you know."
"I'll go," Tami smiled at her father, kissing him wetly on the cheek again. Linda frowned slightly when she saw her daughter wiggle her bottom into Frank's lap.
"Greg?" Frank looked at his son.
"I… well, Dad," he said, looking at his mother. "I don't feel very well. My stomach is upset."
"Oh! I hope it isn't anything serious," Frank said.
"No, just upset, that's all," Greg said, sitting next to his mother.
"Well, maybe in a few days," Frank replied, "you and I can take in a ball game."
"Sure, Dad."
Frank's eyes ran over Linda's long, shapely thighs. Linda squirmed beneath his gaze, knowing what he was thinking. Every time he had looked at her in this particular way, she knew he wanted her. A pink flush came over her cheeks. Frank sighed.
He shoved his daughter from his lap. "Well, baby," he said to Tami, "it looks like you have a date with the old man."
"That's fine with me," Tami giggled.
Frank got to his feet, looked at Linda once more. Linda detected the wistful expression in his eyes, and her blush grew. Why can't I tell him? she thought. Why can't I tell Frank I love him, want him to do all those nice things to me, with me? Oh, if he knew what I've been doing with Tami and Greg, he'd kill me! Why can't I do them with Frank?
Frank slapped his daughter playfully on the ass. "We might as well go, baby."
Linda walked them to the door, her legs weak. Frank turned to her, and before she could react, he had kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Oh!" Linda gasped, gazing up at him. "You shouldn't do that, Frank."
"But why not?" he asked softly.
"Because… because I don't want you to," she replied softly, her voice shaking. "We're not married any longer, you know."
He sighed. "Yes, I know."
Linda watched them enter his car. She frowned slightly as she saw Tami's skirt slide high, her slender thighs exposed. After she closed the door, she turned to her son, giving a sigh of relief. She had held herself under tight control, and now she slumped against the door.
"That was close," she said. "Too close."
"Yeah," Greg replied.
Linda held up her arms. "Come here, baby," she murmured.
Greg moved to his mother, wrapping his arms about her tightly. His face was even with hers, and his lips pressed to hers tightly. Linda's hands moved down her son's back, clutching at his ass. She pulled him tight into her pubic area, grinding against him. "You know what I want, don't you, darling?" she whispered into his ear.
"Yeah!" he grunted, sliding his hands down to her tightly clad buttocks. "The same thing I want."
"Mmmmmm!" Linda moaned as he squeezed her ass. "Nice."
Greg's cock swelled, and she slipped a hand between them, rubbing at it. "I like it when you're nice and hard, Greg. You have such a large cock."
She pulled from him and slipped to her knees. Her fingers worked feverishly at his fly. She pulled his pants open, slipped her hand into the gaping fly and pulled his cock free.
"Ooooo, so beautiful!" she cooed, stroking it with both hands. "It's so hard, baby! So hard and sweet!"
She planted moist kisses on his prick, moaning softly. Greg looked down at his mother, her dark eyes glowing up at him as she opened her mouth and sucked his prick deep. He placed his hand on top of her head, urging her to suck him.
"Suck me, Mom! Suck my cock!"
"Oooo, yes!" she whimpered thickly. "I will, Greg! I will suck your cock! Ohhhh, I love it… Just love your beautiful hard prick!"
She sucked back and forth on her son's cock, her tongue flying hotly, tasting the seeping juices, swallowing and sucking. Her mind flared with erotic pleasure as his prick throbbed against her lips and tongue. She gripped his ass with her hands, pulling him into her mouth, her eyes wide, looking up at him.
His mother's mouth was wet and hot, tight on his prick. He began to fuck into her mouth, seeing her lips stretch. With each thrust, Linda's eyes rolled, and a soft murmur of delight escaped her lips. Pulling from his prick, she pressed her cheek against it, looking up at him passionately.
"Fuck me, Greg," she whispered in a thick voice. "Fuck me, please!"
"You have to take your shorts off, Mom," he said, his own voice as thick as hers. "You have to take them off."
"No… I mean in my mouth!" she cried. "I want you to fuck me in my mouth!"
"Sure," he replied.
"Oooooo, sweet!" Linda gurgled, pressing her cheek against his throbbing cock. "You're so sweet to me! I want you to fuck my mouth, darling! You know, the way you would fuck me in my cunt! I want you to stab your hard prick into my mouth and fuck me and come!"
Her mouth opened wide, and Greg stuffed his hard cock into it. Linda closed her lips tightly around it, her eyes gazing up, waiting. Greg placed his hands on her cheeks, then thrust slowly inward, driving his cock to her throat. Linda moaned in ecstasy, her hands digging into his ass.
"Mmmmmm! Ahhhhhmmmmm!"
As the wet heat seared his prick, Greg began to fuck faster. Linda mewled in passion, bringing her hands to his pants. Greg stopped fucking her mouth as she opened his pants and pulled them down. With his pants at his feet, he started fucking into her mouth once again. His balls slapped at his mother's chin, her nose tickled by the wiry hair.