Penny's Predicament Pt. 03

Saturday Evening

Penny was curled up on the couch, wearing a pair of sleep shorts and a t-shirt, quietly sipping her tea and trying desperately not to think about...

Her eyes moved over to Spencer, sitting in his armchair next to the fireplace. It was too warm to start a fire, but the quiet aesthetic of the living room, all the furniture oriented to look towards the hearth with a large television mounted above it, was calming. It lulled Penny into a false sense of security.

A beer in his hand, gently rocking back and forth, Spencer had this air of... not necessarily danger, but more of an undeniable authority. She remembered it from spring break. That sense of... presence. Spencer may have been quiet, but there was no doubt he was in the room. You couldn't ignore him.

Penny couldn't ignore him.

And she really didn't want to.

Sipping from her mug, trying not to flinch when she burnt her tongue, she moved her eyes away from the man and tried to give her attention where it belonged. Her boyfriend.

Ben was next to her, one hand on her bare feet, gently rubbing them. She could feel the gentle love in that touch and it sent a little shiver up her spine. Her feelings and emotions may have been everywhere at the moment, but there was no doubt in her heart that she loved Ben. It made a sort of sense that she would be attracted to Ben's father. Ben was a part of him. Never mind that Spencer hand fucked her brains out and left a mental mark on her that could never be erased.

She put a hand over his and smiled warmly at him. Ben met her eyes and gave a droopy smile. He was on his third beer after they'd had dinner and already looked a little tipsy and tired. It was cute. Penny had opted out of drinking, not trusting herself at the moment considering all the memories that continued to assault her. She'd already allowed herself to get a little out of control that afternoon when she'd masturbated on the patio.

Penny still wasn't sure if Spencer had watched her. Had he been watching the cameras? Had the footage been archived? Would he look back at it and see? Or would she be lucky and it would get erased before he ever had a chance to see her performance? And why did she feel disappointed at the idea that he may never see it?

Holding tight to Ben's hand she turned her attention back to Spencer and tried to continue the conversation they'd been casually having since dinner had wrapped up. "I still say that even people who love action movies would love Pride and Prejudice. It has tension. It has men being real men and not just big burly boys strong arming and shooting things."

Spencer looked back from the dark fireplace, tipping up his beer to his lips. His eyes met Penny's, eyebrow raising. "So you're saying you don't like a man that can... throw someone around?"

Her cheeks went pink, and she squeezed Ben's hand tight for a second before ripping her gaze away from Spencer. "I didn't say that. I think... I think that sort of activity... ahem... action has its place. But there's something to be said for a quiet, polite gentleman."

A smirk spread across Spencer's face. "I suppose you're right. A gentle man isn't a bad thing. And movies like that are definitely nice. A quiet, slow sort of pace. It can be pleasing. But you can't deny the pulse pounding excitement that comes with those action flicks. The hot-blooded feeling of watching men doing impossible feats. All that sweat and grit. Power."

Penny might have imagined it, but it looked like Spencer was flexing his bicep, causing it to stretch his shirt sleeve. It made her stomach flutter. She knew what those arms were capable of.

"Well, I like the more..." Ben rubbed at his eyes, trying to stave off what was clearly a drunken stupor trying to overtake him. "I like old detective movies. Not the more modern ones where there's some big action scene, but the kinda quiet ones where the mystery is solved with intellect."

Penny leaned into Ben with a smile. She loved him so much. His intelligence. How he wanted to solve things and figure things out. It's what made him so good at geopolitics, searching for an impossible solution among all the twists and turns and roadblocks that different societies and cultures often came up against.

Spencer nodded. "Those sorts of films make you think. We could definitely use some more of that in this day and age. Can get in trouble when you just go with your gut... or maybe thinking with your genitals." Again his eyes met Penny's and there was a fire there. A fire that could have ignited the cold logs in the fireplace. It sparked something deep in Penny's belly... migrating down lower.

Ben nodded, mumbling agreement as he rested his head against Penny's shoulder. Usually he didn't get this sleepy while drinking, but considering how hard they had gone at it before lunch and then once again before dinner, Penny had worn Ben out. But she was still wide awake. Insatiable. And she hadn't felt that way in a long time... about two years to be exact.

"Yeah." Penny muttered, sipping at her tea. "We definitely need to think with our heads. Don't want to make a mistake..." She kept her eyes on Ben's dad.

If he picked up on her suggestion... though Penny wasn't even sure what she was suggesting or not suggesting... oh geez, she was going around in circles and making herself dizzy. She didn't even need alcohol to make her judgement impaired. Just looking at Spencer... it was fanning a flame inside her that she'd been trying to stamp down since she'd first seen him when they'd arrived.

The way he was looking at her wasn't helping. It was that predatory look he'd had that entire week after they'd first hooked up. Possessive. Hungry. And fuck did she long to be devoured.

"Depends on what you mean by mistakes." Spencer said, taping his fingers against his beer bottle. "Sometimes... the choices we make aren't by accident. Even if we think we are making them in secret. It's not a mistake. It's intentional. Maybe you even want to be caught. To be seen when you make your... mistake."

Penny's cheeks reddened. It was way too obvious that they weren't talking about movies anymore. Her eyes darted to Ben... he was sound asleep. Breathing softly as he leaned against her shoulder. Looking content and safe and cute. But Penny was feeling nervous, unprotected. She turned her attention back to Spencer, who had turned in his chair now to fully face her. "We... aren't um... talking about movies... are we?"

Spencer glanced at his son, observing his quiet rhythmic breathing for a moment and then shifted his attention back to Penny. "I don't think we've been talking about movies for a while now Penelope." The sound of her full name made Penny shiver, her hands shaking and making the cup clink against the saucer, forcing her to set it down on the side table.

"I um..." She stammered, unsure how to respond.

"That was quite a show you put on." There was no more dancing around it seemed. Spencer was looking at Penny sternly, expecting her full attention and she couldn't deny him. She felt it in her core. Just like during spring break. Spencer had a magnetism to him that she'd found irresistible, and had felt a little aching loss when she'd had to go back to school. It was something she'd been able to ignore, believing she'd never see him again. But now he was less than ten feet away and that gravity he exuded was pulling her. Had been pulling her the past two days.

"I... well..." She brushed back her blonde hair and glanced away. "I'm glad you... um, enjoyed the performance. It wasn't planned. I've been working on my improv skills." Her efforts to make the situation lighter were pathetic and she knew it.

Spencer smirked. "Well, I'd say you're making great strides. My son's a lucky man to have a girl like you. Someone that will put on a show for him... or maybe you only put on a show for cameras? Looking to start a career on OnlyFans, maybe?"

Penny's eyes widened. "Oh! Oh no! I mean, not that there's anything wrong with that sort of thing, but I'm not..." She was shaking her head.

Spencer chuckled and swiveled the armchair so he was now fully facing Penny. "Well that's a shame. You'd make a killing. Though, solo talent only goes so far. You'd probably have to bring in some male talent." He scratched at his trimmed beard. "Think Ben would be up for it? Or would you need to look elsewhere for a co-star?"

Breath hitching in her chest, Penny couldn't stop her mind from spiraling into the possibilities. Not that she actually, or ever would, make a cam show. But... no, Ben would never go for it. He was camera shy even at the best of times for selfies and the like. Being on camera so exposed and doing such intimate things would never happen.

But Penny could tell Spencer didn't believe his son would ever fuck in front of a camera for strangers. He probably didn't even believe that Penny would do that. However, she had performed for him... a private little video, secret... taboo...

"If you have trouble finding a candidate... I think I know someone who's proven they know how to handle you properly. Could get a lot of views. Lots of attention. And you wouldn't even have to pay him..." Spencer's grin was wolfish.

Penny bit her lip, hands folding in her lap as she felt the heat in her belly boiling and moving down like lava to her crotch. "No? What would be in it for him?" She asked breathily.

Spencer leaned forward slightly and his hand went to his belt, starting to unbuckle. "Your complete submission. The ability to do exactly what he wants with you. The privilege of making you cum. Over and over. I think that's reward enough don't you?" He slipped his belt off and stood up, setting his beer aside and coming close, towering over Penny.

"I... Mr. Galloway..." Penny was shaking... with need. Want. She could see the burning arousal and desire in Spencer's eyes.

"Sir." He grumbled gently and it instantly made her nipples hard, pressing against her bra, warmth flooding her panties.

"S... sir..." She glanced over at Ben who was softly snoring, shifting his position slightly so he was half leaning on her shoulder and half on the back of the couch.

"Tell me you want me to stop." Spencer's eyes were boring into her. "I'll stop right now. But I don't think you want me to. Do you Penelope?"

She looked from Spencer to Ben. Unsure. Afraid. Confused. She couldn't think clearly. What was happening? Was this really happening? Her little masturbation show was just... it was a tease. Fun. Nothing was supposed to...

Spencer loomed closer, taking his belt and gently wrapping it around Penny's neck. Her eyes widened as he looped it through the buckle and tightened it just enough to make her gasp from the restriction around her throat. Holding the end of the belt, he pulled just hard enough to make Penny lean forward, moaning from the pressure. Ben slipped off her shoulder and leaned back on the couch.

"Well?" Spencer asked.

Penny swallowed, feeling the belt constrict around her throat... making her blood burn and heart pound. Her panties were soaked. Nipples rubbing painfully against her bra. "S... sir... wh... I..." She was stammering. But it seemed just the usage of the term 'sir' was enough confirmation for him.

"Take out my cock Penelope. I know you've been wanting it since you spied on me last night."

She was trembling. "I didn't... wasn't... spying..."

He smirked. "Whatever you need to tell yourself. Now..." He leaned down a little, enough she could smell the bitter smell of the beer on his breath. "Take. My. Cock. Out."

Penny whimpered, but her hands moved to his jeans and began to unbutton and unzip. Fingers shaking. But she wasn't afraid. Nothing in her was scared. She was excited. Something inside had burst to life at Spencer's words. His forwardness. The belt around her neck, reminding her of some of the things she'd done with him years ago and how she'd secretly longed to experience it again.

Her hands pulled open his jeans and then reached in, pulling down his boxers to allow his cock to spring free. As vivid as Penny's memories were of Spencer's sizable member, not just from spring break but from last night too, it was a whole different experience having it right in front of her again. She could smell the musky sweat of it, of him. It was easily the size of her face, thick and swollen. Engorged to the point of making his throbbing head purple and already leaking glistening precum.

"Been a while hasn't it." Spencer grinned.

Biting her lip, Penny continued to admire the specimen before her. Remembering all that it could do. All that it had done to her in the past. What it might do to her now...

"Go ahead. Touch it. I'd be lying if I said it hadn't missed you." Spencer's chuckle was warm, playful, and filled with so much more.

Penny swallowed, gasping slightly from the tightness of the belt around her neck, and reached out putting her hands around the thick member. The feeling of his warm, taut skin made her nipples like spikes, the burning between her thighs moistening. Spencer groaned at the contact.

Ben stirred next to Penny, making her breath hitch. She glanced at her boyfriend, sleeping soundly on the couch. A peaceful look on his face. Love swelled in her heart just at the sight of his innocence... and then Spencer pulled on the belt, bringing her attention back to the cock in front of her face.

"Don't worry about him. He sleeps like a log. You know that by now I'm sure." The tug of the belt brought Penny closer, closer. "Now... let's see if you've gotten better since the last time we met... hm?"

With a shuddering groan of weakness and desire, Penny closed the gap between herself and Spencer's penis, tilting her head and pressing her warm lips against the underside of his throbbing shaft.

"Yeah..." Spencer muttered softly. "Good girl."

Penny began to slowly kiss down along the length, along the hard pulsing vein making Spencer's manhood erect. She drifted down to his base, licking around it, letting her nose rub and press. The smell of him filling her senses, bringing back all the memories she'd been fighting against since she'd gotten here, as well as bringing up some that she'd forgotten or had gotten lost in the shuffle of that wild week.

"Lower dear." Spencer grumbled.

There was no hesitation. Penny wanted this. Fuck... how had she been resisting it this whole time? Moving lower, her lips began to suck at the wrinkled skin of Spencer's balls. The hair was kinky and poked at her cheeks, her lips, her tongue, as she sucked, pulling at them gently. She moved even lower, under them, licking the salty warm sweat that had accumulated beneath the hanging genitals. Penny allowed herself to languish in the taste and smell and feel before moving back up, licking with the tip of her tongue all the way to Spencer's tip, then pressed her tongue into his glistening slit making him suck in a breath.

She liked when she could surprise him. Make him loose just a little bit of that commanding control. She'd been able to do it several times before, and to know that she was still able to get that rise out of him made her chest fill with a sort of satisfaction that she hadn't felt in ages.

"Good... fuck that's good... mmmm, worship it... I know you've missed it."

Penny nodded, letting her nose rub against him. "So much. God I've had dreams." Her words were muffled and soft as she continued to kiss all around, letting her saliva gather along his skin making his pulsing cock glisten.

"I hope you've been giving my son this sort of attention." Spencer's dark gaze met Penny's. "If not... if you've been holding back... I might have to punish you. My son deserves the best."

"I couldn't agree more." Penny breathed, kissing Spencer's frenulum, making his cock twitch.

"Good." He leaned closer, pulling the belt and making Penny gasp. "Now put my cock in your mouth."

All she could do was nod helplessly, opening her mouth and letting Spencer's cock slide inside. She swallowed half the tip. Pulling back and kissing it, then sliding back down to swallow the whole of the mushroom. Dragging her lips and tongue back and then swallowing more. Up and down. Slow and steady. Warm and wet.

Spencer watched her carefully, breath coming in deep through his nose as he observed his son's girlfriend servicing him. Their groans, gasps, mumbling moans and the slick sounds of lips and tongue slobbering all over his member filled the living room. Ben stirred slightly next to Penny, but didn't wake. Penny's hand found his and squeezed as she got all of his father's cock into her throat. Balls pressed to her chin and nose buried in his pubic hair.

"Fuuuuuck." Spencer moaned. "God I've missed you." His hand found her hair, gripping tightly, and began to move her slowly up and down.

Penny remembered this from spring break and allowed Spencer to move her the way he wanted. Simply letting her throat open for him to use. Breathing heavily through her nostrils. His musky, manly scent filled her head, intoxicating her like a drug.

"Just like that." He groaned, keeping her moving at a steady pace. Her spit and saliva began to gather, to drip down his balls and her chin. "God your throat is amazing... fuuuuck I've needed this."

Inside, Penny knew she wanted it too. It was one thing if she'd never met Spencer again. She could live with that. Having had an amazing week and then going back to regular life. But now that she knew Spencer was going to be in her life... maybe permanently if she and Ben got married, which she wanted more and more with each passing day in their relationship, she wasn't going to be able to resist. She wanted Spencer's cock. Needed it.

After a long few minutes of sucking, Spencer finally pulled Penny off of him. She gasped, spit and precum dripped from her lips and chin as she took deep gulping breaths and looked up at the man in control of her.

"You're on birth control, right?" He asked seriously.

Penny nodded hurriedly, understanding immediately what was going to happen and she didn't have a single second of hesitation. In the moment she'd forgotten that it wasn't exactly safe since she'd recently changed her prescription. She hadn't even let Ben cum inside her this weekend... but now... there was no way she was saying no.

"Good." Spencer let go of Penny's hair. Let go of the belt that was still tight around her throat, and reached down, grabbing her and lifting her up. Her legs immediately wrapped around Spencer's waist. "I'm fixed anyway." He grinned.

Penny giggled and then glanced back at Ben. "Are... um..."

Spencer's grip on Penny's ass tightened. "I love my son. I'm not stealing you." He looked deep into Penny's eyes. "But I'm not going to go without you either."

Everything inside Penny was on fire. She was a bubble ready to burst. A volcano ready to erupt.

"Say no and I'll put you down. But if you don't..." His eyes grew heavy, dark, and predatory. "I'm going to do everything I've been dying to do since we parted."

There was no hesitation. Penny wrapped her arms around Spencer's neck and kissed him with a kind of lustful passion she didn't even know she had.

...

Ben dreamed.

Penny was writhing. Moaning. He was familiar with those sounds.

They were together in bed. Ben was watching as she lay next to him, moving, sliding and touching herself under silk sheets.

"Yessss." She hissed like the snake from the garden, tempting Ben to come closer. To touch and to taste.

"Fuck! Oh god..." Her words came in gasps and moans of utter delight.

Hands of silk emerged from the sheets, the bed, touching, caressing, gripping and groping at Penny's skin, flesh, tits, ass. "I want it." She moaned. "More. More. Like that..."

Silk fingers slid into Penny's sex. Ben watched as those familiar folds opened up, swallowing the soft red sheets. The rouge of desire. Moistening the material. "Ohhhh so deeeep..."

Ben wanted to touch her, but every time he reached out it was as if she was too far away. Reaching. But never getting closer. Her voice, her noises, they were loud and carried through the cavern of his dreams, but he couldn't touch. All he could do was watch and listen.

She opened her legs wide, the red hands made from sexual dreamy silk pulled them wider, gliding along her skin. Touching every part of her. Her breath was coming in gasps, gulps of air that was full of need.

"I need more! Fuck me! Please... harder! Harder!"

The sound of grunts, manly and firm, deep and rumbling, filled the space. Sounds of sex. Skin slapping, smacking, sticking and peeling apart over and over.

Ben could feel his own arousal within the dream, his floating consciousness still connected to his body. Mirroring the feelings. He could feel the stiffness of his cock. Bubbling cum wanting to explode.

In the dream he was all around Penny, watching from every angle as she was overcome by pure lust from unknown hands and touches.

"GOOOOOOOODDDDDD!" She screamed....

...

Penny's legs were on either side of Spencer's lap, straight out behind him on the bed. He sat on the edge, his cock buried balls deep inside her, holding her arms behind her back and forcing her to arch, her head almost upside down, hair falling and swaying freely, breasts out and nipples pointing to the ceiling.

They were covered in sweat. Spencer's other hand was on Penny's hip to help grip and steady her as he pistoned his hips into the young college girl. Slap slap slapslapslap! His thighs met her ass over and over turning it red. His cock was stretching her and pounding deep and relentlessly.

"Fuck! OH god!" Penny cried. The position was all at once confining, thrilling, painful and causing Spencer's cock to rub up inside her over and over again, against her g-spot. She couldn't come down from the orgasm that was raging through her. Her tits were bouncing and swaying and swirling around as Spencer kept up the rhythm like he was some sort of machine.

"That's it. That's fucking it. Take my fucking cock! Squeeze it you fucking cunt! Come on! Show me you've still got that tight little pussy I used back on spring break!" Spencer growled, his balls slapping and smacking against Penny's already sore ass cheeks.

"Please! God, please S... Spencer! Oh god I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" She whimpered, tears dripping down her cheeks.

"Cum for me. Cum on my cock. Oh fucking god I love the feel of you. Your pussy is like fucking burning velvet." He rammed extra hard and Penny screeched in pain, but couldn't bring herself to tell him to stop.

"You love it!" His hand moved from her hip to her breasts and roughly squeezed it and pinched her nipple. "Tell me you love it. Say it!"

"I... I... ohhhh fucking god... oh god I love it... yes... I love your cock... fuck me more... more!" She was out of her mind with lust. Every nerve ending was on fire. Her cunt was slick with her arousal and from cumming multiple times already and yet she still squeezed him tight and firm like a fist.

Spencer finally slowed down. Panting. Out of breath. Slick with sweat all over his sweaty chest. He let go of her arms, allowing Penny to straighten up and put her hands on his shoulders. She was gulping for air. Both of them took a brief moment to gather themselves. Penny could feel her juices dripping down, coating Spencer's balls and thighs. She was still in need. She wanted to be broken.

Scooting back on the bed, keeping hold of Penny as he did, Sencer moved back and lay down with a grunt. "Ride me." He ordered, giving her firm young ass a hard spank that made her whimper.

Penny shifted her position so she was kneeling, straddling him and lowered herself back onto his cock, slow at first, feeling sore and tight. She grimaced, the pain of her muscles contracting around his thickness just igniting even more flames in her belly. "God fucking damnit Spencer... oh fucking god it's like you got bigger."

His large hands gripped her little ass. "No Penelope. You just got tighter. Now... fucking ride this dick. I'm getting close and I wanna look in your eyes when I fill you with my cum."

She couldn't say no. She didn't want to. Hands firmly placed on Spencer's chest, fingers tangling in his chest hair, she looked right into his eyes and began to move up and down along his thick length. She felt every movement, every pull and grip of her sore and swollen lips along his shaft.

They looked into each other's eyes, deep and concentrating as she moved steadily. Up and down. In and out. The sound of slick flesh and skin and juices filled the room along with their pants and moans.

"I..." Penny groaned, feeling how deep Spencer was getting. "I love... your... your son." She gasped. There was a deep need to say it. To tell this man that was owning her body that her heart belonged to someone else.

Spencer gripped her hips, helping her to grind as she moved up and down. "I know. I can tell." He breathed heavily, gritting his teeth, his body starting to tense. "And I'm not gonna steal you... at least I'm not going to steal your heart, Penelope." The smile he gave her was rueful and almost wicked. "I never wanted your heart. I just want your holes."

Penny blushed as he pulled her down hard on him and thrust upward to meet her, making her sit up straight and gasp with another rushing orgasm.

"Now... no more talk... unless it's dirty." Like a toy, Spencer began to move Penny up and down on him, gliding in and out with ease even as her labia stretched and sucked at him as he entered and exited her body.

They moved with one another. Moaning. Grunting. Gasping. The bed squeaked as they rocked it with their efforts.

"OH fuck I'm close..." Spencer finally began to grunt, picking up the pace.

"Yes! Yes Spencer please... please baby, I wanna feel it." Penny whined.

"Yeah? You wanna feel my cum inside you? Hm? You fucking wanna sleep next to my son with my cum dripping in this little fucking cunt?" He rammed up hard, making her whole body bounce and tense.

"Please! Please, I want it. I've been wanting it for so long."

Spencer leaned up and grabbed Penny's hair, pulling her into a hard kiss. "I'm never wearing condoms with you again." He growled harsh and deep as he started thrusting his hips, making her bounce on his cock.

"Never... never..." Penny agreed as her voice bounced along with her body.

Spencer fell back. "Oh fucking god yes! Yes. Feel it... I'm gonna.... oh fucking hell, take it Penny, take every fucking drop!"

Penny's eyes went wide as Spencer's nails dug into her hips and she felt the white hot spurts of spewing cum inside her. Deep in her belly. Boiling and burning. Spencer's bursting cum shot inside her, coating every little spot, nook, cranny, and crevice. He spurted in her, balls contracting. Cum began to leak out from around her lips and his cock that was buried to the hilt.

"God! OH my god!" Penny gasped, feeling it like a burning shot of fire, a flamethrower of sticky warmth.

"Fuuuuuuck take it all...." Spencer groaned, pushing deeper and shooting more, emptying himself out into his son's girlfriend.

Penny was overcome with another orgasm, the feeling of the sticky warmth inside sending her nerves into free fall. Snapping. Sparking. Shooting off signals that clouded her brain and made her body hot then cold then sweaty.

They were frozen there, Spencer on his back and Penny atop him arching back as they came together harder than either of them ever had in their lives.

And then... everything went blank...

...

Ben woke up with a start. Groggy and slightly dizzy. Maybe it was from the beer, or maybe it was because half of his blood was in his raging erection instead of his brain. He wasn't sure. But it hardly mattered which. It was an effort to get up and not fall over. The living room was empty.

Where had Penny gone? Where was his dad?

Pushing off the questions for later, Ben went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass, filling it with water and gulping it down. The coolness of it helped wake him up and cleared his mind enough that he could begin to think straight. Outside it was dark. The clock on the stove said it was close to midnight. He'd fallen asleep, obviously.

Penny must not have wanted to wake him so she'd gone to bed on her own. No doubt his dad was in bed as well.

Some soft sounds came down the far hall where the bedrooms were. Ben took another deep drink of his water, further clearing his head. His dad must still be up. Or maybe he was getting up to go to the bathroom. Or maybe it was Penny.

Ben put the glass in the sink and quietly made his way to the far side of the living room and down the hall towards the bedrooms. The soft sounds of pattering feet, whispers, sheats shifting and moving filled the silence, making Ben stop at the far side of the hallway, in a dark corner.

Spencer's door opened, dim light flooding into the hall. Penny slipped out of the room, her clothes bundled in her arms. The only thing she was still wearing was her panties, a cute blue thong she'd gotten at Victoria's Secret one day when they'd gone shopping in the mall together and she'd modeled a few things for him for fun.

Penny quietly shut the door, wincing when it clicked and seemed to echo in the empty hallway. She quickly turned away and headed towards the bedroom she and Ben were sharing. The room that Ben was only a few feet away from, barely hidden in the small alcove at the end of the hall. Penny didn't bother looking around. She was treading lightly, but not sneaking. With a gentle twist she opened the bedroom door, slipped inside and shut it behind her.

For a few minutes, Ben simply stood there in the shadows, trying to figure out what was going on. Why had Penny been in his father's room? And why naked... or at least, why only in her panties? As hard as he tried to come up with some sort of rational explanation, nothing made sense. Nothing except...

He shook his head. No. That couldn't be right. Why would Penny... why would his father... why?

As hard as he tried, there was no getting around the fact that... he'd just watched his girlfriend do the walk of shame. From his father's bedroom.

Penny had slept with his dad.

Ben's throat tightened, stomach churned... and his cock exploded. He hadn't realized he still had a raging hardon this whole time. It was pulsing and pleading to finally have release. And the thought of his beautiful girlfriend spreading her legs for his father. Of his dad's cock entering her...

He put a hand on the wall to steady himself as his balls unloaded in his pants, staining them and causing a sticky mess in his boxers and against his crotch and thighs. Biting his lip he held back the groan of twisted pain and pleasure.

It took a minute to recover. To steady himself. Once he was able to walk again, Ben made his way to the bathroom, quickly pulled off his soiled clothes and tossed them into the hamper. Luckily he'd left his pj bottoms from the night before in the bathroom and they hadn't gotten thrown in with the wash. After cleaning himself up, he slipped them on and then went to his bedroom. He entered quietly, peeking in first to see if Penny was...

Well... was she cleaning herself up? What would she be doing after fucking his dad?

The only thing Ben saw was Penny laying in bed, the covers pulled up over her shoulders. She was quietly snoring. Sound asleep as if nothing strange had just happened.

Ben closed the door behind him and watched Penny for a moment, waiting to see if she was actually asleep or just pretending. When she let out a grunting snort and gasp, he knew she was out like a light.

He went and sat on the bed next to her, watching her as she rested. She was beautiful. And he loved her so much. But what did it mean that... maybe there was an explanation. Stranger things had happened. Maybe...

But still he couldn't think of an excuse. Penny had slept with his father.

He should feel outraged. Betrayed. Disgusted. And somewhere deep down he did. It was a tight, ugly ball in the pit of his stomach. But something about it... it had his cock stirring. Confusing him even further.

The clothes that Penny had been carrying were piled at the foot of the bed. Ben went over to them, looking at the mess until he saw the panties that she'd been wearing just a few minutes before. Crouching down he looked closer and in the dim light from outside their window, he saw a thick white stain smeared all along the crotch of the panties. They were half hidden under her discarded t-shirt. But it was clear what that stain was. And damn there was a lot of it.

Ben stood back up and went to his side of the bed, slipped under the covers and moved closely to hold Penny against him. With natural ease, Penny shifted, nuzzling into the crook of Ben's neck. Her arm moved and rested on his chest.

"Love you..." She whispered in her sleep.

The words sent Ben's heart racing. Maybe something had happened with his father... but that didn't stop her from loving him.

He'd have to deal with this at some point. Or, maybe he could just ignore it. Forget what he saw. They were only here for the weekend. Tomorrow they would be going home. Who knew when they'd be coming back to visit.

Tangling his fingers through her hair, Ben kissed Penny's forehead and settled down into bed with her. Closing his eyes.

Whatever was going on, it could wait until morning.

Ben slid into sleep quickly and easily, and the dream from before continued... but this time, instead of the dark formless silk sheets touching Penny, it was the looming figure of his father.