Jeff stood and moved to the TV. He turned up the sound using the remote lying on the stand. Duane Kuiper announced the plate appearance of Brandon Crawford. The former second baseman did his best to make it seem like a good thing for the Giants, despite the stats graphic showing the shortstop was batting.221.
“Fuck! Turn the fucking sound down. I don’t need to hear another fucking strike-out,” came an angry voice from the bed.
“No, uncle Jeff. Turn it up so I can hear. My brother will hit a home run for me. He is so hot,” Charlie called out.
“In your fucking dreams, girlie,” said Hank.
Since he owed something to the young woman, Jeff turned the volume up slightly. He looked down at the couple, a father and daughter joined mouth to pussy. They seemed to be getting along just fine despite their difference of opinion on Crawford. The words of Charlie’s rejoinder were totally incoherent.
Needing to piss, Jeff padded naked to the head. His dick, slick with pussy juice, swung limply. Modesty made him shut the door, which took a while. ‘Why do motel bathrooms always have pocket doors that are never easy to close?’
He flicked on the light and turned to the toilet. Propped up on the tank lid stood his prized photograph. The glass-covered frame held an 8×10 glossy of his daughter Karen. He gazed at it as he emptied his bladder.
She appeared radiate in the pink satin gown she wore to her prom. She showed no embarrassment posing for her daddy. Her generous bosom, aided by a pushup bra, stood out proudly. The daring low-cut front displayed her cleavage to her father’s lust-filled stare. Not that he stared lustily at the time he took the photo, at least, hoped he didn’t. Unlike Charlie’s, Karen’s body was all generous curves.
Jeff’s dick showed signs of reviving. Looking at the picture always had that effect. Something about the picture bothered him, though. It looked blurry in spots, and a glob of some sort pooled on the bottom edge of the glass.
He held it up for a closer look. It was covered with cum. Hank’s comment about finding his own pie came back to Jeff in a flash. ‘I suppose he thinks I’m going to lick it off,’ he thought.
The call of strike two to Crawford came through the door. Kuiper’s voice could barely be heard above the girl’s moans of pleasure. Her dad’s tongue and bearded face certainly seemed to be getting the job done.
Jeff had to hand it to the crazy bastard. Hank seemed to be better at eating pussy than he was. ‘Maybe if I had been as good at it as Hank, my wife might not have gone lesbian,’ he thought.
Jeff stared at the picture in his hand. His other hand grabbed his semi-hard dick. Because of his recent ejaculation, it would take some time to get really hard. But the tangible evidence of another man’s lust for his girl turned him on. He knew he should be angry, but he decided to cut the guy some slack. Hank had only done what Jeff did almost every night, cover Karen’s image with a load of cum.
“Crawford hits a high drive to right. It is OUT OF HERE!” Kuiper’s familiar home run call preceded the loud screams from Charlie by a split second. She finally climaxed, and it was a doozy.
Jeff wished he’d taken note of the score and men-on-base situation before entering the bathroom. Charlie’s ecstatic vocalizations were loud and long enough, he couldn’t hear the rest of the commentary. It would be nice to know if Crawford’s heroics meant something or not. Crawford may never be the GOAT shortstop, but for this one at-bat, he wasn’t the goat. That made Jeff happy because it made Charlie happy very happy.
He decided to check the score.
By the time Jeff’s struggles at opening the door were over, the couple was quietly relaxing on the bed. Hank sat back against the headboard while Charlie leaned back against him. Expect for being naked and the two massive hands tweaking the girl’s stiff nipples, they might have been any father and daughter watching baseball together.