Her father thought about that for a moment.

He was lying on his back and his cock, which had softened and shrunk after he shot his cum-load in her pussy, began to climb right back up into a rampant and rigorous hard-on. The girl gazed at his boner, her face so close that her eyes crossed as they focused on the cock knob.

"I guess I'll just have to let you blow me, in that case," her father said, with as much reluctance as he could muster.

"I guess so," the girl agreed.

And she sucked her father's prick with such skill that he flooded her mouth with spunk in such abundance that the girl almost drowned in cum.

After that day, Elizabeth's father began to come home early from the office, arriving an hour or so before his wife got home from her job. He would march into the house with a great big cock-bulge sticking out in his trousers and inquire, solicitously, how Elizabeth felt.

Elizabeth would say: "Oh, I've felt ashamed of myself all day, Daddy!"

And then, depending on her mood – on what it was that she felt ashamed of, that is – Elizabeth would suck her father's cock or fuck him, and her shame would dissolve along with her melting cunt.

It was a handy arrangement – although she still missed Uncle Charley a lot – and father and daughter enthusiastically made sure that neither of them had any reason to be more ashamed than the other. This mutual absolving of a shared embarrassment lasted for a whole two months.

But then one day, who should arrive home unexpectedly but Elizabeth's mother. That woman had not been getting nearly as much cock recently as she was accustomed to, since her husband had been emptying his cock and balls into their daughter with such frequency – although she never dreamed of that and innocently thought her husband was getting too old for it – and so she bought a nice big dildo that lunchtime and came home an hour early so that she would have time to try it out before she started making dinner.