Bizarre Journey     Gail Jennings knew the rumors about her father-in-law were true as she checked her eight-year-old daughter’s lap for the hundredth time in a hundred miles and saw that his meaty hand was still on her bare leg and still making microscopic advances toward her crotch. He now had several inches of the hem bunched and was closer to pussy than knee, and he had started at the knee.

Nonetheless, she let another mile slip by without saying anything. Each time she drew an imaginary line, her absolute limit, she wound up having to redraw it because she couldn’t tell exactly when he crossed it; and besides, her limit kept changing.

Tammy didn’t seem to mind having a creeping hand on her leg. Had she shown any sign of distress, Gail might have been able to keep a set limit. For a precocious little mink that liked wearing short dresses into playgrounds because she liked showing her panties accidentally on purpose, this new game of touchy feely was a big thrill. She snuggled right up next to her grandpa at the first touch on the knee.

Gail cursed herself for not insisting that Tammy wear jeans for the long trip, cursed herself for not making Tammy ride in the back seat, cursed herself for being such a jellyfish around her husband’s powerful father, and cursed herself for accepting his offer to drive them to the audition that would keep them on the road for two days there and two more days back. With the three days of tryouts and auditions scheduled, that would mean an entire week with a man she knew in her heart was a child molester, and one that was not inhibited be the child’s mother. He was proving that, and the trip had just gotten started.

It wasn’t like no one warned her. After word got around their small community, she received no less than seven phone calls, mostly from her husband’s side of the family, people who should know, warning her about his problem, his reputation, and most had personal experience to relate.

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Shelly, the Slut Wife by Dirt Man

Oh sure, Shelly was a real dirt bag, filthy low down wallow in the mud trailer trash slut alright, but I married her just the same. Beautiful women with big tits, a scrub-board belly, and a dimpled ass so tight you can land a plane on it have always been my downfall. And her recent idea of performing with other men sexually for my visual kicks was a definite turn on. I could hardly turn her down, after all, she’s not just my wife, she’s my twin sister. However when she asked me to come home for lunch to catch her getting a quickie, I never expected the surprise she had in store for me, nor how our future was about to be effected. I was halfway in the front door when I froze in place. There in the middle of the living room down on all fours dressed in a black satin garter belt, fishnet stockings, and fuck-me-pumps, with her ass up in the air, with Boris our Black Lab pumping her pussy as she sucked the foot long monster cock of some black stranger, was my wife of two years, and sister of 20 sweating and jiggling like the pig she really is. “You must be da husband of dis nasty bitch,” grinned the black man arrogantly. Obviously he felt right at home in my house already, and how could I argue about that with his dick halfway down Shelly’s throat. “They call me Mojo,” and he held his hand out forcing me to come closer to shake it.

“Yeah, that’s me, the resident cuckold,” I replied, “and now I see that she’s discovered the other dark meat.”

“She told me I was her first Nigger, but I thought she was pulling my pud,” Mojo chuckled.

“Looks to me that she’s gone way beyond pulling your pud,” I grouched, and taking a seat in my favorite chair pulled my dick out, and began stroking it as I watched Shelly turn herself into a real bitch right before my very eyes.

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