After chatting in bed for almost an hour, I realized that Angeline hadn't brought up or mentioned anything related to fantasies or conversations with Sophia about sex with women. That seemed odd, given their situation—two women with some same-sex experience openly discussing sex and masturbating near each other. I wondered if the topic hadn't come up between them or if Angeline was intentionally avoiding it. I reflected on what I knew about the issue.
Angeline had mentioned Sophia having "a couple dalliances" with women, so they must have talked about it at least once. I also knew that sapphic encounters were not new for my wife. Angeline had sex with several women before we got married and once during marriage when she was in her early 30s. She assured me it was the only time she'd been with another person since we married.
My wife's single extramarital episode was with an old female friend that Angeline hadn't seen for years and was visiting from out of state. After some drinking, naked swimming, and applying sun lotion, things between the women got sexual: stroking, rubbing, fingering, and finally oral sex.
When Angeline told me about her lesbian incident with her friend, I wasn't upset. Mostly because I understood that it was a non-threatening, one-time thing and partly because it turned me on a little. I jokingly said I'd be ok if she fooled around again with a woman, but only if she told me all the details or let me watch. Angeline didn't stray again, but she did repeat her anecdote, with liberal salacious embellishments for me, many times over the years, which always led to phenomenal sex.
My curiosity about the matter trumped my patience, so I interrupted Angeline's narrative. "I've been wondering here, during all these intimate sexual conversations, did you and Sophia talk about sex with women? Seems like a natural subject, given the circumstances."
Angeline looked ill-at-ease for the first time since we started talking. "A little bit. We've mostly skirted the idea, except for a couple times when we talked generally about how a woman is typically different from a man sexually." She looked at me with an odd expression. "Like being softer, knowing what feels good—that sort of stuff."
"Generally but not specifically? Differently from how you talk about other things?" I asked. "And I have to say, you seem uncomfortable here."
"I am a little uncomfortable, though I'm not sure exactly why," Angeline said. She paused a moment and took a cleansing breath. "Generally instead of specifically. Our sex talk often delved into how we felt, how we liked to be touched, and even fantasies about how each other would feel, act, and be with a man or with men.
"But regarding women... well, it seemed a bit awkward. Because if we talked about women the same way, especially positively, it might imply that we are fantasizing about each other that way or want to do something physically with each other."
I considered that and let Angeline's thoughts and concerns sink in. Angeline had made it clear at every step that her unique connection with Sophia did not entail physical sex with each other—so far, an uncrossable bright line. If that were the case, however, it would follow that they shouldn't have a problem including female desires and fantasies as part of the fun.
But it sounded like Angeline was concerned about it going that direction—mentally or possibly physically—if she and Sophia delved into female feelings or fantasies. So, the possibility was on her mind.
Carefully, I probed gently, "Ok, I'm not judging here, but just wondering, looking for clarification. Do you think about Sophia, sexually, physically, like that?"
Angeline sat quietly for a few moments, then furrowed her forehead. "I... not directly, no. At least, I don't think so, or I didn't for a long time. But lately... um, that's where I'm kind of confused."
I nodded and let her gather her thoughts. Stayed silent.
"I get turned on when we're together," Angeline continued slowly, organizing her words. "But in our 'sharing times,' we were always projecting sensations and actions by others, how something feels or what fantasies we have. We didn't direct our wants and desires towards each other. Somehow, looking at a woman and saying how I wish a woman would lick me, for example, seems kind of like an invitation."
I nodded my understanding and said, "I can see that; makes sense."
"So that's why we didn't go there for a long time," Angeline said. Then she looked at me earnestly. "But a few weeks ago, we subtly shifted—nothing premeditated—in how we interacted."
"Shifted how? And what changed things?" I asked.
"I think two things happened. First, about two months ago, Sophia and I were out by the pool, sunbathing naked, and we started joking around about what if someone saw us or a neighbor spied on us. I told her how beautiful she was and that anyone would be so lucky to see her, especially nude, with such an incredible body. I told her she could be a model and be everyone's dream girl.
"Sophia laughed, stood, and did a cute 'Betty Boop' pose. She said, 'Like this?' And bounced her hips playfully. Then, she turned and bent forward at the waist with straight legs and touched the ground, and wiggled her butt—it was a very sexual pose, with her pussy visible between her thighs from behind. She said, 'Or like this?' I laughed and told her if she posed like that, she would definitely be everyone's dream girl—as a sexual fantasy."
My eyes lit up because it seemed like I was finally going to get clarification about the cache of sexy photos of Sophia I'd found. "Sounds like a sexy pose that would very likely trigger sexual fantasies," I said. "I doubt I could resist you if you did that in front of me," I chuckled. "What happened next?"
Angeline grinned and continued. "Sophia giggled and told me I was projecting—that I was the sexy beauty that every man would want after seeing me posing nude. I laughed and told her she was sweet but was unquestionably the photogenic one.
"Sophia gave an odd 'thinking' look, then smiled. She said, 'So let's see. Your phone is right there; I'll pose, and you take a picture.' I figured she was joking, so I decided to call her bluff.
"I pointed my phone's camera at her and pretended I was one of those photographers who constantly talked to the models, saying, 'Turn your head, pout your lips, yeah baby, make love to the camera,' and the like. The thing was, Sophia was great at modeling and started posing for real. I took several photos, and we looked at and critiqued them; we both really liked them, so we decided to take more." Angeline paused and looked at me, checking my reactions.
I gave myself a mental high-five. Yes, that's it—exactly how it started. When, where, and how the pictures were created. The mystery is all but solved.
I grinned. "Sounds fun, sexy, and naughty." Then I prompted, "So you took more pics of her... out here by the pool?"
Angeline nodded. "Sophia posed by the pool, choosing and taking the poses while I framed and shot the camera. Some poses leaned artistic, others more sexual. And we didn't just stay by the pool. We ended up in rooms all over the house, taking dozens of photos, and some poses got more graphic, more sexually explicit."
Angeline pursed her lips, lifted her eyes upwards, and said, "And it seemed... like the poses were directed towards me. Maybe because I had the camera, but I intuitively felt it was more than that."
Ah, the plot thickens. "You think Sophia was flirting with you? Coming on to you? Or...?"
Angeline bit her lip. "I think... I think maybe—just a tiny bit—maybe she was." She looked at me with concern, searching my face for some sign of disapproval or judgment.
"Well, I'm biased, but I don't blame her."
Angeline rolled her eyes and shook her head in exasperation. "Not helping."
"Sorry. But seriously, How did you react? How did that make you feel?"
"React? Nothing tangible," Angeline said. "Feel? Flattered for one. A bit strange because Sophia is my daughter, for two. And... well, I might as well just say it: I was turned on." Then she added in a rush, "This gorgeous, naked young woman was flaunting her nude body as if attracted to me and enjoying being looked at and lusted after." Angeline looked slightly stricken as if she'd been caught doing something naughty.
My mind whirred with images and thoughts. I struggled to piece together an intelligible response. "Damn," was all I could come up with in reply. "But this was still just taking photos, right? Nothing more happened?"
Angeline gave me a puzzled look. "Of course. What else? I've already told you nothing has physically happened sexually between Sophia and me."
"No, no, you're right, sorry. I'm just trying to process all this—it's quite mind-boggling for me." In the back of my mind, I noted Angeline's choice to use the phrase, 'nothing physically happened.' Left open the door as to what that meant. My pervy thoughts ran amok. Nothing physically happened. Yet.
"I can see how the situation and Sophia's vibes towards you would be confusing, maybe disturbing, and arousing all at once." I didn't mention that it was easy for me to see because that's how I felt with Sophia's pics. I nodded with empathetic understanding. "I bet I would've felt the same way." Angeline looked relieved and grateful.
Then, a thought occurred to me, and I raised one finger. "Hang on a minute; there was something you said earlier... I have two quick questions. Sophia said you would be the hot desired woman if you posed naked. So first, were you both naked during the photoshoot? And second, did you also pose naked, with Sophia taking sexy pics of you?"
"You, sir, have a one-track mind," Angeline laughed. "But to your questions, yes to both; we were both naked, roaming the house together creating sexual images, and yes, we did get a handful of pics of me posing and making awkward attempts to look sexy."
"I'm sure you had no problem whatsoever looking sexy," I said. "Nudes of you must be so hot—though not as hot as the real thing, I'm certain." Angeline just grinned. Looked pleased.
Probing into a related question, I said, "So, apropos of nothing, did Sophia have her phone to take pics of you, or did you both take all the pics using your phone?"
Angeline smiled with twinkling eyes. "That's an oddly specific question. But yes, she used her phone to take pics of me. I don't know if she saved all of them, and I've never seen any if she kept some." She squinted at me out of the corner of her eye as if sussing something out. "Let me guess; you want to see the photos and are trying to figure out where they are."
"Maybe," I said sheepishly. Then I shrugged. "Ok, you got me. Yes, they sound hot, and even though I see you naked all the time, erotic nude photos of you have moved to the top of my 'desired things to see' list."
"You have a 'desired things to see' list?" Angeline laughed.
"I do. I just started it, in fact. It has only one thing on it, though," I said, my eyes crinkling. "Sexy nudes that my beautiful daughter took of my gorgeous wife."
"Not sexy nudes of your daughter also?"
"Ok," I feigned reluctance. "If you insist—maybe two things on my list."
Angeline looked as if she was about to say something, then abruptly didn't.
I gave her a moment to see if she'd say what she thought of saying, but she stayed silent. I was glad I knew the background of the photos, though I still didn't know who or why someone sent one to Angeline and me. I figured that would work itself out naturally while I pursued more details about the two of them together.
"Earlier, you mentioned that two things changed how you shared time with Sophia; one was sexy photos. What was the other?"
"Yes, I did say that, didn't I?" Angeline replied thoughtfully. "Perhaps what I'm considering isn't a specific event that altered our interactions, but rather an example of how our interactions changed."
"Ok, so what is that?"
"A few weeks after our sexy photoshoot, we got together, talked, and started touching ourselves as usual. But for the first time, we wound up both fully naked, with our legs spread, facing each other as we rubbed and fingered ourselves."
"That sounds like how I found you two yesterday," I said, not entirely understanding what Angeline meant by a change.
"Yes, well, today was only the second time we played like that," Angeline clarified. "But it wasn't just our positioning that changed. It was the way we interacted, our motives, and our goals.
"Before that, remember how I said we would talk about how something feels or what fantasies we have but didn't direct our wants and desires toward each other? Well, that's what was different." Our actions became overtly sexual towards each other, intending to arouse each other and guide each other sexually to orgasm."
I pondered what that meant. "All right, but I thought... weren't you already doing that? Didn't you always arouse each other and often have orgasms?"
"Hmm, let me try to put it another way," Angeline said. "Before, we masturbated near each other, and after, with each other. Before, we got aroused because another naked woman nearby was getting aroused—almost like using porn; after, we intentionally aroused each other—as if we were the porn. Before, orgasms were a lovely by-product; after, they were the goal."
"So, you essentially went from masturbating together to more like having sex together. Without physically touching."
"Yes, and yikes," Angeline said. "When you put like that... but, yeah, I think that's exactly what it is. And that clarifies for me why I've been feeling confused and couldn't answer coherently when you asked me if I fantasized about our daughter sexually. It didn't start that way, but it became that way. And I realize now that I've been in denial—out of fear, worry, and moral ambiguity."
"Wow," I said. "This is some heavy stuff. But I think I understand your turmoil and how your sexual feelings conflict with society's moral strictures. Your moral ambiguity. But what is it you fear or worry about?"
"Rejection. By Sophia, by you. By society. That Sophia would think I'm disgusting or a pervert. That Sophia wouldn't feel the same, and our relationship would change. How you would feel. What we would do going forward if you knew."
Angeline looked at me pleadingly. "Losing you, losing what we have, would be devastating to me; I love you so much, I can't comprehend life rejected by you." Tears glistened in her eyes, welling with emotion. It tore at my heartstrings.
I wrapped Angeline in my arms and held her close. I hugged her and told her how much I loved her and Sophia. Gently holding her face, I kissed her forehead and reassured her, "Nothing you've felt or done could make me reject you. We all have confusing emotions, desires, and fantasies. I'm glad we've talked about this, and it's all in the open now. I want you to know that I love and accept you and everything that makes you who you are—the love of my life."
Angeline smiled weakly. "Thank you. I can't tell you how much that means to me."
We sat silently for a moment, letting our thoughts and emotions settle. Angeline looked at me with a mix of love and concern. "I guess what happens going forward will be what it will be."
******
Chapter 7:
I came to think of the discovery of my wife and daughter's incestuous relationship—physically catching them masturbating together and the subsequent dialogues with Angeline—as the "Big Reveal." However, although I'd learned an amazing amount about them and their activities, I still had many unanswered questions. And I struggled to work out how or if our various relationships were affected.
Foremost of the unresolved issues was the mystery of Sophia's original nude photo that Angeline and I received. I'd learned about the sexy photo session and the probable creation of the picture but not who sent it and why.
I also wasn't sure about everyone's frame of mind following the Big Reveal or where everyone thought things were going. Sophia treated me like always, and we didn't discuss the situation directly. Angeline and I occasionally talked about her erotic relationship with our daughter but hadn't probed deeper into the specifics.
What did change immediately, however, was Angeline's and my libidos—raging would be an accurate description. On the night of the Big Reveal, after our group hugs, crying, and expressions of acceptance, Angeline and I tenderly made love as planned. Then, we fucked like horny rabbits twice more by the time we got out of bed the following day.
Angeline and I continued to have sex at least once every day after that. My initial shock and confusion at discovering my wife and daughter masturbating naked together had been replaced by horniness and desire. I couldn't say how Sophia was affected at that time.
Several days after the Big Reveal, Angeline and I had a chance to more directly address her feelings and my reactions to everything. One of the first things I asked Angeline was to elaborate on her sexual fantasies about our daughter that she'd alluded to before—the potential expansion of their relationship into actual sexual contact.
Angeline bit her lip as she gathered her thoughts. "I really don't know for certain what Sophia thinks about the idea of us crossing the line into physical contact," Angeline said. "I feel like in some ways we've already moved in that direction... and a few times now, we've come close but hesitated."
"But you want to, don't you," I said. A mental image of my wife and daughter pressing their bare nipples against each other's flashed through my brain—a snippet from one of my dreams, I thought. I shook my head to stay focused.
Angeline pondered that. "Do I want to? I'm torn. Sophia's so beautiful, and I love her. I get aroused when we're together, and she's so open and explicit in her desires. When we're together, I don't consciously think of Sophia as my daughter; instead, she is an equal sexual adventurer, a comrade in naughtiness and eroticism—and, yes, a potential lover. The idea of actually caressing her, feeling her soft, warm skin... hmm, sounds wonderful. So yes, I'm open to—on some level, probably want—things to go there. But only if Sophia wants it to."
My arousal at the picture being painted was tempered by Angeline's reticence and her emotional struggles. I squeezed her hand and let her work through her thoughts.
Angeline pursed her lips and furrowed her forehead. "But she's my daughter, and the taboo, the societal condemnation, is ingrained in me—even if we've secretly pretty much overcome that obstacle. I think she wants it, and I think I do, and you say you accept us whatever, but I'm unsure. Mixed up."
"What are you uncertain about? Based on everything I've learned about your relationship with Sophia, it seems headed towards something physical—barring some change. Seems to me it's only a matter of the right time and place."
"I'm trying to sort out and articulate my feelings better," Angeline said. "I think I'm torn between concern about how you feel and being driven forward by how I feel."
"How I feel?" I asked.
Angelina looked at me. "I'm not entirely sure about you—your feelings. I understand that you accept me and what I might do as being part of who I am... but how do you actually feel about my erotic relationship with Sophia? I mean, let's be honest; we're talking about incest here. So I want you to tell me your true feelings: please, with no sugar-coating, not just words to placate or put me at ease."
mulled over Angeline's entreaty, and the worry behind her words became clear. Acquiescence was not the same as approval; she needed a green light from me—she was seeking my permission.
I cupped Angeline's face, leaned in, and kissed her gently. Met her eyes as I spoke. "After I got over my shock and confusion and talked things over with you for the past few days, I'm good. I love that you and Sophia have connected and found a way to share, excite, and experience something so intimate and meaningful. It makes me glad that you two are happy, regardless of your being mother and daughter."
Angeline looked relieved and smiled. She started to say something, but I pressed my finger to her lips. "Hang on, I'm not quite finished," I said. I ran my fingertips sensuously along her arm and continued. "And, on a more base level, when I picture the two of you together and remember how I saw you naked and touching yourselves... or listen to your descriptions of masturbating with each other... I get turned on."
"Oh? How turned on?" Angeline asked playfully, her concerns dissipating with my words.
"A lot." I deadpanned. My cock twitched.
"Mmm," Angeline murmured. She reached over and caressed my swelling cock through my shorts, prompting it to harden. "I think it's hot that you get turned on thinking about us. And it seems like your little man is liking this whole conversation." She fished my erect penis out of my shorts and began holding and stroking it languidly.
I took a deep breath and exhaled with a pleasant sigh. "Little man likes it very much."
"See, just like us, you get turned on talking about what excites you. When Sophia and I masturbate together, she asks me about how different sexual things feel to me, what turns me on," Angeline purred and wrapped her fingers tighter around my hard cock.
"Mmm, yeah," I said. "What do you tell her?" My cock pulsated with Angeline's touch.
"About all the places that arouse me, how I like to be touched," Angeline said. "Sophia sometimes asks how I feel with a dick inside me—once she specifically asked me to tell her how your dick feels inside me, what I love about having sex with you, what your cock is like."
My cock throbbed. My mind raced. What the fuck? Not expected... what does this mean?
"I, uhm, wow," I stammered. "I mean, Sophia's had sex; she knows what a dick feels like inside her. And, didn't you find it strange she asked about her father's dick?"
Angeline continued stroking me, then she traced her fingernails up along my shaft, tickling just below my cock head, then resumed squeezing and jerking. My dick responded with little pulses and twitches. She was getting me very hot and excited.
"Oh, she knows what a cock feels like—and how it feels in her," Angeline said. "She wanted to know what one feels like to me. And specifically how yours feels. Remember, she's seen us nude her whole life, but I'm pretty sure she's never seen you hard. I think she gets off imagining you and me fucking. Is that much different from you imagining me with Sophia?"
"Well... I suppose not when you put it that way," I said. "So, what did you tell her?" I was curious and slightly apprehensive—I hoped I was painted positively.
Angeline leaned over and kissed the tip of my cock and ran her tongue around the head, then sat up and resumed casually stroking as she spoke. "Well, I told her that you have a beautiful cock, and that I love the feel, taste, and how it fills me perfectly, better than any other penis in the world could."
"You said that?" I asked in astonishment. Also, more than a little flattered.
"Of course," Angeline said. "It's the truth; your cock is the perfect size for me, and I love feeling you slide deep inside me, thrusting in and out and filling me with cum. And I told Sophia that."
"Fuucck," I muttered to myself. My cock was hard as steel, and, despite Angeline's incidental-level stimulation, I felt the familiar roiling in my balls that signaled my pending ejaculation. "Christ, Angeline, that was so graphic. How did Sophia react?"
"She said hearing about your dick in my pussy made her 'super horny,' and it sounded amazing how I described you. She wanted more details, how you felt to hold, how big you were—very much a blow-by-blow description of how your dick feels when we have sex."
"And you told her?" I asked incredulously.
Angeline started pumping my cock more deliberately. "Yes, I told her how my vagina gripped your dick all around so it touched everywhere in me, how it was big enough to fill my pussy or my mouth or my hand. How its velvet softness covered its rock hardness. I described how being so full inside set my whole inner self on fire as my vagina rippled with sexual energy and how I get so wet my fluids leak out and coat your cock and balls as you pound into my pussy."
I felt the build-up in those balls as Angeline continued stroking my cock as we talked. I was fast approaching the point of no return. "Fuck, slow down, or I'm going to erupt here," I muttered half-heartedly. Cumming sounded great, so I didn't actually care if she slowed. "Were you touching yourself as you told our daughter all this? And was Sophia?"
"Oh, yes," Angeline said. "We were both naked, facing each other with our pussies open—pretty much the same positions as you found us last weekend. I was furiously rubbing my clit and fingering myself as I talked. Sophia was mashing and pulling her nipples with one hand and shoving her fingers in and out of her pussy with the other. It was like she was trying to duplicate the feelings I described about taking your hard cock in me."
"That's so hot," I said. The images Angeline painted, together with my memories of actually seeing them like that, drove me mad with ecstatic desire. I gasped, "Gonna... cum... soon."
"And then, I told our daughter how I love the feel of your dick swelling right before you ejaculate, and how you blast inside me when we fuck or how it tastes so salty and tangy and thick and delicious when you cum in my mouth."
That sent me over the edge; I groaned and contracted my pelvis as cum surged up my shaft in Angeline's hand and launched into the air between us. To my delight, after the first shot, Angeline dropped her mouth over my cock and caught the second spritz, then slurped my spasming dick between her lips and far into her mouth, sucking and milking it until my throbbing quieted and ceased.
"That was a nice surprise," I said wistfully.
Angeline slid my dick out of her mouth, ran her tongue around the tip to clean the remaining smears, and sat up. She smiled, her lips glistening. "Like father, like daughter," Angeline chuckled. "You and Sophia both came when I got to that part."
"I don't blame her; you are so fucking sexy, no wonder our daughter gets off with you. What happened after she came?"
"After Sophia came, I watched her pull her fingers out of her pussy—they were coated and dripping with her juices." Angeline seductively licked her lips. "My pussy tingled as I watched with envy as my daughter licked her fingers clean. I could only think how delicious she must taste."
My semi-flaccid cock twitched but wanted a brief respite. I tucked it back into my shorts and sighed with satisfaction. I stood and reached for Angeline's hand. "M'Lady? I would be most honored if you would grant me the pleasure of your company in our sleeping chamber. I believe your Altar of Venus requires some fervent worshipping."
I really, was very much loving that summer. And things had only just begun.