Chapter 222 - so

Two days after learning how Angeline had graphically described fucking me to our daughter, she and I sat outside on lounge chairs near our pool, sipping some wine and enjoying the sunset. I mentioned that I hadn't had a chance to connect with Sophia about our situation and asked Angeline how and what Sophia was feeling and thinking.

Angeline said that Sophia was happy and relieved by my acceptance and glad that her special times with her Mom could continue; she also thought it was arousing that I knew about their masturbating and taking all the sexy photos.

I honed in on the topic of photographs. "What did she actually say about the pictures of you two?" I asked.

"Pretty much that," Angeline replied. "Sophia asked me how much detail I shared with you about the photos—specifically about how graphic my descriptions were. When I explained what I told you, she said, 'It might be kind of pervy, but I think it's exciting that Dad knows we took all those pics.' Then she asked if you had ever asked to see them."

I half-listened to her last comment. I was stuck on the idea that my daughter was excited I knew about the graphic photos. I absent-mindedly murmured, "Uh-huh."

Angeline turned to me, her expression suddenly puzzled. "Which makes me wonder; why haven't you asked more about the photos or asked to see them? Sophia's or mine. Seems out of character for you."

My focus snapped to attention. I could hardly say it was because I'd already seen them and had secretly taken copies—at least the ones of Sophia. Instead, I seized on what I saw as the opportune moment to address the sex pic that Angeline and I received from Sophia's phone. The missing piece of the puzzle.

I pursed my lips and locked my gaze on Angeline. "Yes, well, let me explain that in a minute. Because first, since we're on the topic of sex pics, I think we need to address the young, provocative elephant in the room—the specific naked photo of Sophia we received a few weeks ago. Before I found out about you two."

Angeline sat quietly with an unreadable expression.

"You know, the one sent from Sophia's phone to both of us? The very naked, explicit pic?"

Angeline just shrugged, seemingly reticent to talk about the matter.

"You do know what I'm talking about, right?" I asked.

Angeline sighed and nodded. "Yes, and it's complicated."

"But you know who sent it and why," I stated rather than questioned.

"Yes, I know all about it. And it was more confusing than successful; nothing happened as expected," Angeline said with a frown.

I felt like a frustrated archeologist trying to clarify a historical event through incomplete fragments of evidence.

"Ok, well, that wasn't really helpful," I said. "Can you please tell me about the photo without being so cryptic?" I looked at Angeline with my best puppy-dog eyes. "Pretty please?"

A tiny grin twitched at the corner of Angeline's mouth. She nodded. "Ok, yes; you deserve the whole story," she said. "But it's not entirely my story to tell. I think, at this point, Sophia should be part of this conversation."

My eyebrows lifted with surprise. I didn't expect Angeline's response or her request. "Ok with me, I guess; I'll defer to your judgment since you have the facts and information."

"I'll run and get her," Angeline said. She popped up and disappeared into the house.

My pulse quickened with nervous anticipation. I was intrigued, anxious, and eager. Finally, I'll get to the bottom of this whole thing—at least, I hope so.

Sophia and Angeline appeared a few minutes later. I watched as the two beautiful women approached me, holding hands. So similar in so many respects. So sexy.

My wife and daughter were the same height, and their toned bodies exuded inner strength and barely contained passion. Their lustrous hair cascaded at different lengths but was the same dark color—nearly black—with hints of copper subtly shimmering in the fading sunlight. Both had firm, braless breasts that wobbled slightly against the thin fabric of their shirts as they walked. I felt a warm flutter in my belly. Damn, they could almost be sisters; sexy, hot sisters.

"Hey, Dad," Sophia said quietly and plopped down on the chair beside me. Angeline slid a second chair over, so we formed a triangle.

"Hey," I said. I gazed at my gorgeous wife and daughter. I met their deep, chocolate-brown eyes and wondered for the umpteenth time how I could be so damn lucky. I turned to Sophia. "So, Mom told you what we were talking about, right? And that she thought you should be here?"

Sophia glanced at Angeline, then back at me, then nodded once. "Yes," Sophia said. Before I could say anything, Sophia continued in a rush, "And I'm glad we're finally talking about this—about my nude pic—it was so weird that no one brought it up before. I was beginning to wonder if you got the pic or if you were so angry you didn't want to talk about it." Her voice dropped to barely above a whisper. "Or maybe you were too disgusted by me."

Hearing her tiny voice, filled with worry and fear of rejection, broke my heart. It never occurred to me that my silence might have caused her distress. I hadn't realized how significant the act must have been for her or how crucial my response would be. But, at that moment, I felt only overwhelming love and concern for my daughter.

"Oh, god, no, sweetie," I said, reaching for her hand. "I was never angry or remotely disgusted; I was shocked, caught off guard, and confused, yes. But not once did I think something bad about you." Sophia's eyes softened, and she squeezed my hand in response to my reassurance. "That's not why I didn't talk about it right away." Sophia looked at me quizzically, with some apprehension.

I took a deep breath. Reflected back on the explicit naked picture texted to me from Sophie's phone. "When I first saw the photo, I thought you'd sent it to me by accident—that someone else was supposed to get it. Then I considered that maybe someone else used your phone and had sent it without your knowledge. I debated what or if I should do anything—I was doubly confused when I saw that your Mom also got the pic but didn't say anything."

Sophia locked her gaze on me as I spoke, taking in everything. I paused a moment, then I continued. "I went through a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts, trying to figure out what had happened and why. Looking back, I don't really know why I didn't address it right away—I probably should have. But, in my confusion, I decided to wait and see what either of you did or said. I think I was intrigued to see what would happen if I didn't do or say anything."

I glanced at Angeline with a wry smile, then focused back on Sophia. "The irony is that I'd finally decided to bring it up with your Mom and was on my way to talk to her when I walked in on you two."

"I'm sorry, Dad," Sophia said with concern. "We didn't think things would happen like they did."

"We?" I said, looking from Sophia to Angeline.

"Yes," Angeline spoke first. "We sent the photo. The two of us. We decided together to send it."

"Why?" I blurted involuntarily. I looked at them, mystified. "I did not expect that at all."

"First, let me also apologize," said Angeline, her voice filled with regret. "We didn't think it would confuse or upset you—that was not our intent." I was about to say something, but Angeline raised her hand and said, "Hang on a second. Let me explain, and I think things will make more sense."

I nodded. "Got it—consider my tongue bitten." I glanced at Sophia; she nodded in agreement.

"Ok," Angeline began. "Remember how I told you that what felt most wrong was keeping our newfound connection a secret from you? That it bothered me and I wanted you to know about our wonderful experiences?"

"Yes," I said slowly.

"Well," Angeline continued. "We decided to let you know what had been happening but were worried about how to bring it up and your possible reaction."

My baffled expression must have been priceless. Angeline smiled understandingly, then said, "What we'd been doing had evolved over time, and we were pretty engaged with each other by that point; we had no idea how you would react or what your feelings were on the subject."

"The subject?" I asked.

"The subject of us together," Angeline said. "Your feelings or attitude about a mother and daughter being so open sexually and interacting in a sexual way that most would consider incestuous."

"We were worried," Sophia added. "Worried you would think we were bad, or doing something wrong, or would reject us; the things we discussed last week. The reactions you assured us you didn't feel after you found us. But we didn't know that then—how you would react—when we decided to tell you about our special times." Sophia gave a curt nod as if she'd clarified the matter.

"I can appreciate that and understand your concerns," I said. "But why send the photo? How does that fit into all of this?"

"Well, that's where the 'didn't think things through' part of this comes into play," Angeline said. "We assumed you would address getting the photo right away by either confronting Sophia or mentioning it to me. We sent it to both of us so you wouldn't worry about raising the matter with me since you knew I already knew about it. But you never mentioned it—to either of us—so we never got the chance to gauge your reactions."

Inearly followed the logic but hadn't grasped the complete picture. "Gauge my reactions... to a nude photo of my daughter? How would that help with anything? And why send that picture at all? Why not just talk to me?"

"In hindsight, those are excellent points," Angeline said dryly. "At the time, we thought we had all sorts of scenarios covered—but we were wrong, as it turned out."

I shook my head in confusion, my mind trying to sort out the piecemeal information I was being fed. "Ok, so... I seem to be missing something here because I still don't get it. Tell me again; why exactly did you send the photo?"

Angeline gathered her thoughts. "We thought that if we talked after you got the photo, we would get a feel for how you felt about Sophia's creating or sending explicit nudity. If you were ok with that, then Sophia or I would let you know that I took the pic of her so you'd have an idea that the two of us were up to something sexual, and we could see how you reacted to that. Then, if you still seemed positive, we would play it by ear and figure out how much more to involve and inform you."

"Seems like a pretty convoluted plan, I'm sorry to say," I said, bemused. "But say my reaction wasn't positive, and I'd exploded with outrage and condemned the photo. What would have happened then, according to your intricate playbook?"

"Plausible denial," Angeline and Sophia said in unison, then laughed. I smiled and flicked my eyes back and forth between them. They'd obviously discussed this in advance. I raised my eyebrows and waited.

Sophia took over their explanation. "If you had a strong negative reaction to my naked photo, that would've signaled that you probably would disapprove of Mom taking it and our sexy connections. In that case, only knowing about the one nude of me, I could say I accidentally sent it to you and Mom and apologize for upsetting you. You might still be mad about my sending an explicit pic to some unknown person, but it would take incest off the table."

I nodded. "So the plan was, if I didn't react negatively or if I seemed positive, you would use the sexy pic as a springboard to spoon-feed me bits at a time about your relationship to reveal, discuss, and weigh my reactions."

"Yes, exactly," Sophia said excitedly. You nailed it." Then, her face fell slightly. "But you didn't mention getting the photo, so our plan was never implemented. And I thought all this time my picture had put you off and that you were angry or disgusted by me."

I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could speak, Sophia's expression lightened. "Thankfully, you are such a wonderful Dad and accepted us and our situation."

"Well, I guess it's a moot point now, anyway, since we've gone far beyond assessing my reaction to a photograph," I said. I looked pointedly at Sophia. "And just so you know, I was not put off by your picture; after my initial shock, I realized how beautiful and sexy you've become, just like your Mother."

Sophia smiled at my compliment, pink blossoming on her cheeks. "Are you saying... um, that you liked the photo of me?"

"Yes," I said. "Sophia, you are a stunningly beautiful young woman, and your photo is erotic and alluring."

Sophia looked pleased. "So, do you still have it?" She asked tentatively. "And... and do you ever look at it?"

"Yes, and yes," I said, my eyes crinkling. "I mean, obviously, I looked at it when I received it, and now and then when I was trying to figure out why, how, and who sent it. And then, several more times since Mom told me how the two of you spent hours wandering naked and taking erotic photos."

"What do you think when you look at it?" Sophia probed, a touch more confidently. "About me posing like that with Mom?" Her demeanor was shifting from apprehensive uncertainty to eager inquisitiveness.

I weighed how forthright I should be, concerned with how Angeline and Sophia would react to my getting aroused by a photo of my naked daughter. I answered carefully, "I found the idea of the two of you posing and taking sexy pictures, well, appealing—and the photo was a sampling of the results."

"When you say 'appealing,' you mean arousing?" Sophia asked with a twinkle in her eyes. Her confidence was fully restored.

"I suppose so," I admitted. "Picturing the two of you, naked and sexy, taking nude photos; yes, arousing would be accurate. And since I'd seen more than that in real life, it wasn't hard to envision."

Sophia thoughtfully bit her lip, then nodded as if she'd decided something. "I'm wondering. Um... well, we have the pics from that day." She looked to her Mom for confirmation, who nodded in agreement. "We could show you... if you'd like." Her look of expectation was adorable.

Before I could respond, Angeline asked coyly, "Yes, dear, would you like that? Would you like to see more naked pictures your wife took of our sexy daughter?"

I paused momentarily as I swallowed—my mouth had suddenly gone dry. What the fuck? My wife is offering to show me explicit naked pictures of our daughter. Like she wants me to see Sophia like that. And wants to look at the pics all together.

I wasn't sure if I was being set up and was wary of some sort of trap. But I also felt we were at a turning point and that my wife and daughter were carefully gauging my reactions. I wanted them to know in no uncertain terms that I was fully on board with this new, open, sexy... whatever it was that was happening.

So I bit the bullet and decided to test their offer's sincerity. "I'd love that. If you're comfortable sharing." I spoke to both women but focused primarily on Angeline to observe her reaction. They both looked relieved and excited at the prospect, so I confirmed my affirmation. "I think it's a great idea." I smiled. "Anappealing idea."

Sophia looked relieved and bit her lip with a coy smile, her eyes flaring with excitement. Angeline gave me a knowing look of approval. Any residual concerns either woman had seemed to have been replaced by anticipation and enthusiasm.

Of course, they didn't know I'd already seen the sexy nudes of Sophia that Angeline had taken—the ones I'd found and copied from my wife's phone. I wasn't ready to disclose that, then or maybe ever. And I was really anxious to see Sophia's photos of Angeline since I hadn't seen any of those yet. Because I'd seen Sophia's nudes, a bit of deflection and a nudge sideways seemed an intriguing course of action.

I turned to Sophia. "And while we're on the subject, Mom said that you also took some sexy pics of her that day. Do you still have those? I'd love to see those too, as well as the ones that Mom took of you."

Angeline grinned, her face flushed slightly. "Naughty boy, you can see me naked anytime; why would you want to see nude photos of me?"

After 25 years of marriage, I was attuned to the feminine psyche enough to recognize a potential trap—like having to respond to the question, "Does this dress make me look fat?" Fortunately, it was unnecessary to deflect, prevaricate, or lie in that case. I gladly told the truth.

"Because you're hot, sexy, and beautiful, and photos can be erotic, artistic, enticing, and arousing. With the right subject, of course." I gave Angeline a lascivious look. "Which you are." I looked at my daughter and added, "You both are."

Sophia blushed, her eyes flaring with appreciation at my words. Angeline smiled coyly and ran the tip of her tongue along her lips.

"I haven't seen all of my pics yet, now that you mention it," Angeline said. Then she turned to Sophia, "I'd also like to see them. And, it'd be fun for Dad and me to see them together with you, as the photographer, presenting them, of course."

Sexual sparks flared, and heat stirred in my groin. I was loving the direction the conversation was taking us. "That would be hot," I added, looking at Sophia. "Do you have them handy? We could go through those together as well as the ones of you."

"Yep. I have the ones of Mom here on my phone." Sophia jumped up and pulled her phone out of her pocket. "Just give me a sec to find them."

I pulled Angeline onto my lap so we could see the small screen together. My cock stirred with anticipation, pressing against Angeline's backside. The situation—my daughter and wife about to show me their sexy, naked photos—was erotic and fortuitous.

I wasn't disappointed; the pictures turned out to be creative, fun, and hot as fuck.

"Ok, here we are," Sophia announced. She rapidly tapped and swiped her thumbs on her phone's screen, then turned it to face us. "This is the first one of Mom and one of my favs."

In the photo, Angeline stood naked, facing front at a slight angle to the camera. One knee was slightly bent, one hand on her hip, and the other resting on her thigh right next to her pussy. Her lustrous hair was down, and her head was thrown back and to the side. She had a great smile as if she had just laughed. Her dark nipples were erect atop her full teardrop boobs, and her bare labia were just visible under her short patch of dark pubic hair, peeking out from between her thighs. Sunlight caught part of her face and body, creating highlights and contrasts to create a masterfully crafted image.

The picture was sexy, erotic, and beautiful. My cock instantly stiffened like Pavlov's dog anticipating food. "Fucking hell," I said. "This is fantastic. Angeline, you are gorgeous, and Sophia, this is a great photo."

Angeline pulled the phone closer and examined her picture with a critical eye. She looked up at Sophia, then at me. "I have to agree, Sophia, this is a wonderful photograph—subject matter aside. Beautifully crafted, and you've somehow made me look quite nice."

Sophia grinned. "Thanks, you guys, but it's only good because I had an amazing model."

"You look more than quite nice," I laughed to Angeline. "The term 'MILF' comes to mind." Angeline flushed and grinned, unable to mask that she was pleased with my reaction.

I turned to Sophia. "Let's see the others," I prompted eagerly.

"Sure," Sophia said. "Assuming it's still ok with you, Mom?"

Angeline nodded. "Carry on; I'm interested to see how else you've managed to make me look better than I do in real life."

Sophia tut-tutted her mother's nonsensical comment and swiped the screen to reveal the next photo. "This one was taken when we were goofing around in the kitchen," she said. "And we got a bit silly with the pose."

The photo showed Angeline from a three-quarters rear view, nude except for a tiny apron tied at her waist, which covered nothing of her backside. She was bent and leaning forward with straight legs, pretending to look in the oven, her rounded breasts hanging down with erect nipples pointing at the oven door. She reached into the oven with one oven-mitt-covered hand while using the other hand to pull her butt cheek to the side—as one naturally does when cooking.

The photo was humorous and sexy and was indeed a silly pose. Although I appreciated the clever setup, my eyes were drawn to Angeline's pussy lips peeking out between her legs, teasingly visible from the angle of the pic and her partially spread cheek.

"Mmm, something looks tasty," I commented, rocking my erection against my wife's back. "I like what you're offering for dinner there." The mental image of slipping up behind Angeline in the photo and sliding my cock into her caused my cock to throb.

Angeline chuckled, "Men, such one-track minds; you see sex everywhere, even in an innocent cooking scene like this." The three of us chuckled.

Sophia handed her phone to me so Angeline and I could see better and control our viewing speed. We perused the other nude photos of Angeline—about a dozen total. Each was creative, alluring, sometimes humorous, and always sexy. Sophia had a natural talent for photography.

One photo was particularly tantalizing, even though it was one of the least graphic. Angeline stood facing the camera, leaning back against a table with her hands resting on the tabletop. She wore only one of my dress shirts, unbuttoned and hanging partly open to the sides like theater curtains, revealing a strip of bare skin down her front about six inches wide. What intrigued me was that Angeline's breasts were covered entirely, but her vulva—exposed and vulnerable in the open—wasn't covered at all.

The photo was mesmerizing in its unexpected reveal. The shirt was held in place by the swell of Angeline's breasts—the open shirt tails highlighted and framed my wife's smooth labia and dark patch of trimmed pubic hair. Covered tits and exposed pussy was the reverse of what I'd typically seen, and I found it oddly arousing. I never seemed to tire of looking at my wife's pussy, despite seeing it in person every day

Most of the photos had an artistic bent to the composition, but two were straight-on pornographic. The first was from the back with Angeline on her knees with her chest on the floor, ass high. Her legs were spread, and she was pulling her butt cheeks open, which revealed and displayed her labia and anal star to the camera. Her pussy was split open and glistened with moisture—she was visibly aroused. She looked ready and willing to be fucked from behind, doggy-style. I couldn't believe she'd posed like that and let our daughter take pictures. My cock surged again against Angeline's rear; she wriggled against me playfully in response.

The second very graphic photo was the final one of the bunch. Angeline's pose was nearly identical to Sophia's pose in the pic they sent me: squatting, full frontal with legs spread wide to the sides, cupping her boob and squeezing her nipple with one hand, the other hand at her crotch. But in a variation from Sophia's, Angeline had two fingers thrust in deep in her pussy. I had to hold back a moan.

"That one is so hot," Sophia said with wonder. I started because she had moved right behind me and was looking over my shoulder. I felt her warm breath on my neck; my shoulders shivered and my dick pulsed. Sophia murmured almost to herself, "I love seeing Mom's nipples hard like that, and she looks so wet; I'll bet her pussy is on fire."

I made an "mm-hmm" sound as my cock throbbed against Angeline on my lap, and my mind raced. Holy shit, my daughter is talking about her Mom's pussy. Just like that, out loud, in front of me. This must be how they talk to each other when they play—no wonder they make themselves cum. And it sounds like Sophia is definitely sexually curious about her mother.

My mind froze at Sophia's next words. She leaned against me and said, "It must feel so good for you, Daddy. Tell me what it feels like for you to be inside Mom's burning pussy; I can't imagine how much you must love it."

I was tongue-tied and unsure how to respond. Oh. My. God. I can't believe my daughter just asked that. What do I do? Is she joking? Should I laugh it off? Try to answer? I don't what to say.

"I'd like to know that also," Angeline said seductively. She twisted sideways on my lap to face me and gyrated her hips, pressing sideways against my erect cock. "I've told you both what your dick feels like to me when you're inside me," she purred. "How does it feel to you when we have sex?" She wriggled the side of her butt against my crotch again. "I think it's only fair you share."

Share that in front of our daughter? My mind screamed. Torrents of emotions, thoughts, and physical responses surged through my mind and body. To describe such a sensation to a woman would have been erotic and arousing in any context; to do so for my daughter—for my wife and daughter—was mind-numbing.

My cock had no reservations about what it thought I should do, however; it throbbed powerfully in my pants, pressed and trapped against Angeline. My mind lagged only slightly—I didn't want to pass up such a licentious invitation and bungle the chance to join a party that was beyond any fantasy I'd ever had.

"Um, yeah... so, uh, ok. Wow, you asked that," I stammered. I looked back and forth between the two beautiful women; each was waiting expectantly for my response. This whole conversation is surreal. But fucking hot.

"This is..." I spoke tentatively to both women. "This is way out of my comfort zone. But... I suppose that's not always a bad thing." The idea made my hands sweat and my pulse race with excitement, apprehension, and pleasure. They want me to describe sex the way they do when masturbating together. Include me in their sexual playtimes. At least a little.

"Ok, so... is that a yes?" Sophia asked hopefully.

I mulled over their request and muttered to myself, "Hmm. So... what does it feel like to be inside your Mother... in her vagina—how that feels to me when we have sex." I paused and considered their query. A warm tingle rippled through my groin as images and memories flooded my consciousness.

I pondered a moment longer, then allowed a smile to slowly spread across my face as I took in the women's eager expressions. I nodded. "All right, I'll give it a shot," I said.

"Yay," Sophia exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Angeline slipped off my lap and settled in the chair beside Sophia so they both faced me. My beautiful wife and daughter leaned forward in anticipation.

I smiled and flicked my gaze at Angeline and then at Sophia. "Longer or shorter version?" My reservations were fast dissipating, and I began to enjoy myself.

"Longer," Sophia and Angeline said together without missing a beat. "With lots of details," added Sophia. I wouldn't have been surprised if she'd followed up by rubbing her hands together with glee. "Tell us so we can imagine every little feeling."

"Well, let's see," I mused, a twinkle in my eye. I was fully into the moment. "How can one describe something so esoterically magnificent with mere words?" I arched my eyebrows, tipped my head, squinched my lips from one side to the other, and tapped a finger on the corner of my mouth, making various "thinking" expressions. Sophia's eyes were alert and glistening. Angeline giggled quietly.

It seemed appropriate to not mince words and just respond graphically in the same vein as Sophia and Angeline. Explicit but not offensively crude. I breathed deeply, preparing to exit my comfort zone. And join their erotic zone.

Deciding to go for it and hold nothing back, I took advantage of my attentive audience and waxed poetic.

"Ok, here goes. How sex with your Mother feels to me." I sat up and smiled at the two beautiful women. "When we're worked up and ready, I generally don't shove right in but begin outside her pussy." I adjusted my raging hard-on, making no effort to be circumspect.

"First, the sensitive tip of my erection feels the slippery wetness coating Mom's labia as it kisses her inner petals, and I slide it around to coat it for lubrication. My dick pulses as tiny nerves in my cock head send pleasurable impulses along my shaft to my balls, and my little man yearns for more.

"Then, once I'm well-lubricated with your Mom's juices, I press between her swollen lips, which spread to welcome and pull me in, causing me to throb with arousal. I feel the soft skin of my cock slide along into her warm, wet walls, which ripple and grip me as I press deeper and deeper until our pelvises meet."

I glanced at my audience of two, confirming they were following and ok with my language choice. Their eyes flared, and they nodded in encouragement.

"Mom's vagina envelopes my erection, embracing it, wrapping around me like a warm moist, living cocoon—secure and stimulating at the same time. Sometimes, I can feel her inner walls quivering and rippling as I slide in and out of her."

I got into the moment, closed my eyes, and imagined each step and sensation as I spoke. "Mom's vagina enfolds my dick on all sides at once, building heat and rubbing, stroking, and caressing my throbbing hardness as I thrust, sometimes slowly, other times faster. Pleasure radiates from my cock to my balls and through my body as our intensity builds. My mind closes to all but the ecstatic fire in my loins, swirling and flowing in and around me."

I hummed softly with pleasure and gently swayed as I envisioned and described my rapturous memories of fucking my wife. I lost awareness of my surroundings and relived each sensation, feeling, and reaction.

"Depending on our sexual position and how Mom gyrates her hips, writhes her body, and undulates her belly and pussy, my dick is caressed, pulled, rubbed, and stimulated in different ways; but everything she does causes sexual energy to churn deep in my loins.

"The underside of my cock and just below the tip are more sensitive, but all sides of my erection are excited by Mom's vagina with different intensity and sensations. The heat and friction along, against, and all over my penis send waves of electric energy throughout my groin. My climax builds, and heat roils from inside my balls.

"When I feel my ejaculation approaching, I speed my thrusting and feel my engorged cock thicken, which tightens Mom's grip on me and increases the friction. I sometimes hold still when I cum; other times, I continue pressing in and out of her.

"Waves of ecstasy surround me as my cock swells and my balls contract. I feel semen surge from my testicles and course up along the length of the underside of my dick and explode out the tip deep into your Mother. My cock spasms over and over, pumping cum inside her—each one an ecstatic throbbing release of energy and passion.

"Mom's vagina clenches down on my quivering penis, and I feel her burning walls grip and undulate along my length as if coaxing the last drops of semen out and into her hungry womb. I rest, still pressed fully inside her, nestled, cozy, and satiated inside her warm, tight, wetness. My dick slowly softens until I finally plop out; my flaccid cock is physically spent, relaxed, and happy."

I opened my eyes to find both women's eyes riveted on me, flaring with a mix of astonishment and carnal hunger. Each had a hand clamped between their legs while clasping the other's free hand tightly. I couldn't tell if they had been stroking themselves, but at that moment, they sat, frozen and enthralled.

I waited with some apprehension for them to react to my colorful and graphic description. I'd never talked about sex like that with my own wife, let alone my daughter, so I was far into uncharted territory. But they wanted details, so that's what they got. My cock appreciated my narrative and was hard as steel. It pressed impatiently against its constraints.

"Wow," Sophia whispered slowly. "Dad, that was amazing—really hot. Like listening to an erotic audiobook. A really graphic, crazy sexy one." She looked down, opened her knees, and brushed her fingers over her crotch; then, she rubbed her fingers together and met my gaze. "My pussy is absolutely drenched; I'm soaked through my shorts."

My brief fluster caused by Sophia's unexpectedly blunt assessment of her genitalia was instantly replaced by churning in my belly and a surge in my cock. Fuck, my daughter is talking about her wet pussy—this whole conversation is unbelievable.

Angeline laughed, "Damn, Marcus, if it feels that incredible when we have sex, I feel left out—you make me want to fuck myself." She gave me a look I couldn't decipher, then added, "But seriously, that was an incredible description; I'm sopping wet now, too."

My cheeks felt the warmth of redness creeping up my face—I actually blushed at their effusive praise and was still nonplussed by their sexual frankness. I tried to regain my composure. "Well, I aim to please."

"Mission accomplished, then," said Sophia. "You hit your target perfectly." She glanced at her mother and then at me. "How do the two of you manage to get anything done? I'd think you'd want to fuck all the time, everywhere." Sophia shook her head.

"Maybe we do," Angeline said with a grin. "Well, maybe not all the time."

"And not everywhere," I added, still struggling somewhat with my discomfort. Internally, I was still somewhat taken aback by Sophia's casual use of such crude sexual language. It wasn't the specific words that shocked me, but rather that I was unaccustomed to hearing my daughter speak like that to me. Or her mother in front of our daughter. Or my own erotic language in front of them both.

"So hot," Sophia said wistfully. "I love knowing how sexy you both are—as people, lovers, as my parents. And how cool it is—how lucky you both are." She bit her lip, then smiled. "Is it weird that I'm kind of envious of my own Mom and Dad's touching and fucking each other?"

I had absolutely no idea what to say to that. My brain was swirling with erotic imagery, horniness, and amazement at the whole situation. To say I was both stunned and aroused by my daughter's sexual directness would be a gross understatement. My pulse picked up, and warmth churned in my groin.

Fortunately, Angeline's brain was still able to function despite her also being horny as hell. "Dad and I are lucky to have each other," she said. "And you should know that we both feel incredibly fortunate to have such a wonderful, sexy young woman for a daughter."

My brain was conflicted. Where are Angeline and Sophia going with this? It seems they're implying something, though I'm not sure what..

My cock, on the other hand, pulsated hopefully and was indiscriminately ready for just about anything.

Before I could reconcile my attempts at rational thoughts with my unbridled arousal, Angeline shut my conjecture down. She stood, stretched languorously, and looked around. "Personally, I've enjoyed this sexy little tête-à-tête and wish it weren't so late. But it is, and although I can't deny that I'm really horny, I'm bushed. It's probably time we wrap up for the night."

Angeline started cleaning up our glasses, then looked at me. "And don't worry, I haven't forgotten about Sophia's sexy photos. They will have to wait for another day—when we have more time to go through them... together." She winked at Sophia, then smiled at me again. "Trust me, it'll be worth the wait."

I felt a pang of disappointment despite having seen Sophia's sexy photos many times already. An encore viewing of the explicit pics together with my wife and daughter would be a phenomenally sexy event.

I took comfort in the near certainty that Angeline and I would soon be fucking with primal abandon no matter how "bushed" she was. So I had that to look forward to.

"Well, I think this evening has been amazing and hot," Sophia announced. "And I'm so horny my pussy is literally quivering in my knickers." She grinned at Angeline and me, seemingly amused at unsettling me with her graphic language. "So I'm going to scoot inside now and take care of myself with crazy, vivid, ribald thoughts."

I hoped that, with time and exposure to our new dynamics, I would cease to be continually dumbstruck by my daughter's sexual openness and supercharged libido. I hadn't reached that stage yet. I just sat, dazed and unnerved. And exceptionally horny.

I watched my sexy daughter walk towards the house; her thick, wavy hair looked black in the faded light. I admired her toned, round ass and strong legs as she confidently strode away from us. Images of her naked, stroking herself, getting herself off, flashed unbidden through my mind. I refocused on the reality before me. That did nothing to temper my arousal.

Sophia stopped halfway to the house and called back with a smirk, "You two have fun blowing each other's minds—or whatever—which I'm sure you'll do soon. And, you might want to know as you do, I'm gonna be thinking about you two fucking—in glorious, erotic detail—while I get myself off." Sophia turned and continued to walk away.

Still befuddled, I tried to say something but stopped when Angeline blew a kiss and waved at Sophia. "Have fun then, sweetheart—libidinous dreams," she called to our daughter.

"What?" I turned to my wife. "You wish our daughter 'libidinous dreams'?"

Angeline blinked at me. "Well, 'sweet dreams' didn't seem applicable here."

We laughed and shook our heads as we watched Sophia disappear into the house. Angeline paused, looked pensive, then walked over and sat on my lap, straddling and facing me. We kissed deeply and passionately, our tongues entwining and swirling against each other. My swollen cock pressed against her mons—Angeline rocked her pelvis against me.

"You don't seem particularly bushed now," I said, my eyes shining.

"Second wind," Angeline said. "A hot, intense, Santa Ana-level wind." She sat up and pulled her t-shirt off, revealing her bare, beautiful breasts just inches from my face. She leaned forward and offered an erect nipple to my wonderstruck lips and whispered, "Turns out I'm far hornier than bushed."

I instinctively looked towards the house and around the yard, my eyes wide with alarm. "What are you doing? Anyone could see us—Sophia could... might. See us... oh." My words trailed off into silence. Holy shit, Angeline doesn't care—I think she wants to be seen by our horny daughter. Maybe that's a turn-on for her. Fuck; I didn't know that.

"Maybe she will, maybe she won't," Angeline said coyly. "You've seen both of us playing with ourselves, naked and up close, and you just gave your daughter a graphic and detailed description of how your cock feels fucking me." Angeline ground her pussy against my straining erection. "Are you suggesting you're actually worried that Sophia might be able to spy on us from the house? Here, in the dark, from so far away?"

"I, er, I suppose not, when you put it that way," I said as my dick throbbed against Angeline's pussy through our shorts. I glanced at our well-lighted pool area and decided not to contradict that point. "I'm still trying to acclimate to everything, catch up with you two."

"Well, catch up fast." Angeline gyrated against me. "Because I need a certain throbbing beast inside me. Like, now."

I ran my tongue around and over Angeline's nipple, then suckled it into my lips. "Sophia did say she'd be thinking about us fucking anyway," I mumbled around her aroused nub. "Watching, thinking about—I suppose it doesn't make much difference at this point."

Angeline stood and stripped off her shorts and knickers, watching me hungrily. My eyes flared with delight at her naked body, tantalizing and aroused, glistening in the lights. I stood, pulled off my clothes, and felt relief at granting freedom to my pulsing erection. I was more than ready to acquiesce to my wife's demands. It's showtime, folks. Literally, if we're being watched.

I started to step towards her, but Angeline stopped me with her hand on my chest and walked me back to my chair. I sat down hard, my cock ramrod straight up in the air.

"When I said, 'now,' I meant right now," Angeline commanded. "Cock in; fuck hard; no foreplay needed." She walked to me and stood with her legs on both sides of my chair, bent her knees, and lowered her opening pussy towards my yearning cock.

Angeline didn't use her hand to guide me or lubricate my cock head with her juices as I'd described to our daughter. Instead, once she had my cock head lined up, she unceremoniously dropped firmly down, taking my entire length directly inside her hot, saturated tunnel in one smooth motion. She sat, straddling me, and gyrated her hips, pressing her erect clit against my pelvis. She moaned, "Oh, god, this feels so good; mmmm, so full."

I grunted, then moaned, relishing how I slid smoothly and effortlessly into my wife and how wonderful it felt to be inside her. Angeline's walls undulated against my hardness as we sat still for a moment—a perfect fit—and savored the sensation of being sexually joined.

Angeline used her powerful legs to lift her pelvis up until only the tip of my dick was inside her, then dropped back down. She repeated the movement slowly several times, then picked up speed. From a distance, she would be bouncing up and down on my lap to a casual observer.

My breathing picked up and became ragged. I panted and grunted quietly as my wife raised and lowered along my cock, then occasionally switched and ground her pelvis forwards and back against me. Then, keeping one hand on my shoulder for balance, she slipped her other between us down onto her clit, so she could rub herself while we fucked.

The friction along my engorged shaft sent waves of sexual pleasure radiating through my body. I slid my hands along Angeline's thighs, reached under and around, and grabbed her butt cheeks. My gripping and lifting her as she glided up and down the length of my pole pulled her ass cheeks open, exposing her anal star and pussy to the evening air. I tickled her perineum and around her puckered rosebud with my fingertips as she rode my cock with abandon.

Neither of us lasted long; we were thoroughly aroused by our interactions with our daughter—sharing the photos and salacious conversations. I fought to delay my climax as long as possible but soon felt the deep churning in my balls that signaled my imminent ejaculation.

"I'm close," I panted. My breath was short, and my skin was coated with perspiration. "I'm going to blast inside you and fill you full of cum."

Angeline crunched her eyes tightly and took a deep breath. "Mmm, I'm nearly there; keep going," she moaned. She was doing the lion's share of the work, so I assumed my job was to hold off ejaculating if I could.

I successfully held off just long enough for Angeline's orgasm to rip through her body. She wordlessly mouthed some exclamation, her lips quivering, then exhaled loudly with a shaky moan. Her vagina clamped down on my cock, then undulated and quivered.

Angeline's orgasm caused me to erupt deep inside her, splashing her depths with semen as my hips thrust upwards against her pelvis. My cock spasmed with each shot until I was spent. Angeline collapsed forward onto me and rested her cheek on my shoulder.

"That was fun," Angeline said with a sigh.

"Mmm, I think 'phenomenal' is a better word," I mumbled.

My satisfied body relaxed, and my breathing slowed. My softening cock slipped out of Angeline, gooey with cum and pussy juice; several drops of our mixed fluids oozed out and dripped off my tip like a slow-dripping faucet. We sat like that for a few minutes, relishing our intimacy, sexuality, and love.

After enjoying our post-coital euphoria, Angeline lifted herself off my lap and stood, facing me. She leaned in and kissed me, then stretched and looked around. "So, do you think we had a mischievous little minx watching us?" Angeline asked playfully, her eyes twinkling.

My body felt boneless as I stayed melted into the chair. I took a deep breath and forcefully exhaled with puffed cheeks. I felt great and, in that moment, didn't particularly care if our daughter—or anyone for that matter—had seen us.

"If she did," I said casually, "hope she enjoyed the show; I know I sure did." The thought of Sophia watching us fuck caused a warm, pleasant flutter in my belly, so maybe I cared a little.

Angeline looked pensive, and then an enigmatic smile played on her lips. "I hope she did, too. From what she's told me, I think seeing us fuck is one of her foremost kinky desires."

"She told you that?"

"Not in so many words, but I get that impression from her through implication and innuendo." Angeline smiled. "As you may have noticed, Sophia is not exactly subtle."

"So, you think she has a 'things I'd like to see' list?" I smiled, parroting Angeline's earlier banter regarding her nude photos topping my 'desired things to see' list.

Angeline chuckled. "I'm sure Sophia has a long, detailed, and very sexually oriented 'things I'd like to see' list."

I nodded and stood. I stepped close to Angeline and placed my hands on her waist. Ran my eyes up and down her nude body. "That's so true," I chuckled. "But you think seeing us fuck is at the top of her 'like to see' list? Maybe we should be insulted if not."

"Think I should ask her?" Angeline said playfully. "We don't know where on her list we fall—maybe at the top, who knows?" Angeline considered a moment. "But thinking about it, if she saw us just now, would it cross that off her list or merely move it down?"

"Why only move down?"

"If Sophia watched us just now, she would've been too far away to see much, so maybe we only partially fulfilled her wish. So probably seeing us fuck is still somewhere on the list."

I smiled and sighed. Pulled my wife into a light embrace and nuzzled her hair. Felt her soft, full breasts against my chest. "Who knows, considering how crazy everything's been lately," I mumbled into her raven locks.

I leaned back slightly to look into Angeline's eyes. "But, since we're being candid, the thought of our daughter watching us close up—getting turned on by seeing us—is hot. Not something I'd ever imagined or thought would turn me on, but we seem to be living in an alternate universe lately."

I remembered the lustful look on Sophia's face as I described fucking her mother, how excited she was looking at sexual photos together, how she wanted to know details and thought that it was hot her parents still fucked. Yeah, pretty sure our daughter wants to watch us fuck. Damn, that's hot.

Angeline smiled at my admission. "Seeing her, talking and masturbating with her—yes, I can say from experience that we are assuredly in that universe. Where showing off sexually to our daughter is definitely a turn-on. Pretty kinky, but hot."

I nodded, myriad images of my naked wife and daughter together, with me, alone, posing or sexually, raced through my mind. My balls gave a token contraction, and my cock twitched but stayed soft as I was still recuperating from my recent climax.

"Let's table these sexy thoughts for now and head in. Get some sleep." Angeline stepped away from me, turned, and offered her hand.

I drank in the sight of Angeline as she stood, a light coat of sweat on her cinnamon skin shimmering in the diffused light. Thick dark hair clung to her neck and shoulders. Her tiny patch of trimmed pubic hair, matted in place by our fluids, crowned her used and swollen bare labia. Her full breasts rose and fell gently with each deep breath, pinkish-brown nipples still erect and tantalizing.

If I were to imagine a goddess of sex and beauty, I would picture my beautiful wife as she was at that moment. She smiled as I took her hand. Leaving our clothes scattered on the ground, we held hands like teenagers in love as we returned to the house. Our daughter Marie—Sophia's older sister—came home from university the following Thursday morning for a four-day weekend. Marie squealed with delight and hugged her Mom, sister, and me, her eyes sparkling. She was excited to share news about her new boyfriend, Cliff. They had been together for about three months and were getting pretty serious. They had already discussed the possibility of moving in together.

I sighed, as a father does when coming to terms with seeing his baby girl all grown up.

Before her visit, Angeline and I agreed it was best Marie didn't know about our taboo sexual activities—at least not yet. If ever. Angeline and I gently suggested to Sophia that it would be best to keep things close to the vest while her sister was here, and Sophia agreed. We had been concerned Sophia might be as candid with her sister as she had been with me.

As far as I knew, Marie did not suspect anything about our sexual exploits or changes in our family dynamics. It helped that she was focused on her love life, likely missing subtle hints that her sister and Mother were more than just a close parent and child. For Marie the visit was ordinary and unremarkable—devoid of unexpected sexual revelations. All systems normal, business as usual.

I, on the other hand, couldn't help viewing my oldest daughter in a different light. This was, of course, primarily because of my changing relationship with her 19-year-old sister, Sophia. Recent events had made me acutely aware of Sophia's raging sexuality and femininity. Marie, who was three years older, looked remarkably similar to her sister and was equally alluring.

It wasn't that I didn't know my daughter was beautiful before. But as with her sister, I noticed, but never sexually. Not even when seeing Marie in scant clothing, topless or sometimes nothing. As a family, we fostered an open and natural environment, and like her sister, Marie grew up relaxed with casual nudity, such as changing, swimming, or sunbathing. For the past few years, Marie typically went topless at our pool, to the point I wasn't consciously aware of her increasing femininity.

However, living away from home for several years can alter one's perspective, so I didn't know what to expect from Marie. I was pleased that, at least regarding pool use, nothing had changed. The change was my perspective, because for the first time, I started objectively seeing Marie as the sexy, very adult woman she was.

Seeing Marie so happy when she arrived for her visit was delightful. After hugs, kisses, and proclamations of being missed and how great it was for Marie to be home, we ate a mid-morning brunch together, learned all about Marie's new love, and caught up in general. Following our meal, Marie stood and announced that our swimming pool was beckoning her.

"What a glorious day," Marie said. "I miss our beautiful pool so much; I can't wait to get out of this heat." She sidled over to the back door, grinned at the three of us, then yelled, "Last one in the water is a rotten egg." She turned and dashed out the door into the backyard towards the pool, pulling off her t-shirt as she ran. The clear expanse of her back's flawless skin revealed she was unencumbered by a bra.

Laughing, the three of us stood, exchanged glances, and shrugged. "Looks like it's swim time," Angeline said. We kept towels and swimsuits in the small pool house; we grabbed some water bottles, slipped on sandals, and followed our impetuous oldest daughter.

We got to the pool to see Marie climbing out of the water. She was topless, wearing only a string thong bikini bottom that she must have had on under her shorts. I stopped and drank in the sight of her dripping wet in the sunlight.

Water rivulets glistened in the sun as they streamed down Marie's light, tawny skin, along and off her shoulders, bare breasts, arms, flat belly, and toned thighs. Several droplets trickled off the tips of her pink nipples, which proudly stood erect in the fresh air atop her firm mounds. Her lustrous dark hair shimmered and reflected the bright daylight. The wet, tiny triangle of her bikini clung to her skin, doing nothing to obscure the outline of her vulva.

She was breathtakingly beautiful. I looked at her in a most un-fatherly way.

Angeline, Sophia, and I grabbed our suits from the pool house. We quickly peeled off our tops and shorts, being momentarily naked before slipping into our suits. Angeline and Sophia joined Marie topless in tiny thong bikini bottoms that barely covered their pussies and left little to the imagination. I wore my standard swimming trunks.

Sophia and Marie were sexy younger versions of their gorgeous Mother. Marie's figure was a shade more athletic and toned, and her boobs were slightly bigger than Sophia's—but smaller than her Mom's. All three women had perky, generous, handful-sized breasts. Angeline's darker nipples were a medium brown tinged with pink, Sophia's were a dark pink with a hint of brown, and Marie's half-dollar-sized nipples were the pinkest of the three.

Inappropriate thoughts flashed through my mind. All so suckable and tempting.

Marie loved to dive; somehow, the rest of us never got much into it, so we often lounged about while Marie went through endless repetitions. She would launch off the diving board into the pool's deep end, swim across to the other side, climb out on the shallow-end steps, and then return to the deep end to dive again.

I watched my daughter with fascination, appreciating Marie's rippling muscles and the gentle wobble of her naked breasts as she moved. I gained a new perspective and appreciation for her as a mature, attractive woman, not just as my daughter.

As if she sensed my scrutiny, Marie turned and met my eyes, and we both smiled. Marie was, in a word, hot. I wasn't supposed to think that—she was my daughter and had a boyfriend—but I did. On some level, I envied the man she was with. That guy Cliff is a lucky son-of-a-bitch.

I swam, rested, stood, and admired the three delightful, nearly nude women. They all had tan, olive-skinned complexions with dark hair and chocolate-brown eyes. Their bodies were toned with flat bellies and soft, curving breasts, waists, and hips. I occasionally felt stirrings in my groin that quickly calmed as I moved and kept busy. I was perpetually amazed that such beauties were my own family.

Marie had the same thick, luminous, wavy hair as her Mom and sister but with a hint of auburn, making it slightly lighter than the nearly black color of the other women's. I periodically paused for a few minutes and watched my two alluring daughters and my stunning wife—wet skin shimmering in the sunlight, bare breasts quivering as they moved, and smooth, soft skin stretching over round, toned asses exposed but for a tiny bit of fabric or string between their cheeks. My balls contracted, and a warm feeling churned in my loins. I was thankful that I was wearing a swimsuit.

I shook the erotica from my mind and focused on enjoying being with my wife and daughters, as my family, not as sexy women. After my initial scrutiny and assessments of my captivating companions, I managed to banish impure thoughts and observations for the most part and enjoy a fun, ordinary day at the pool. We periodically assisted each other with sunscreen; I was careful to avoid inappropriate touching or anything sexually suggestive.

Spending time together as a family was wonderful—bonding, joking, and connecting without sexual overtones. For the most part, bare breasts went back to being just another part of the body: lovely but not unusual or tantalizing in their exposure, as they had always been with us in the past. All of us relaxed, had fun, and enjoyed the gorgeous day.

The four of us swam, chatted, and lounged until early afternoon. Hunger eventually rumbled, and we decided it was time for a late lunch. We stripped off our damp suits and rinsed them and our bodies in the outdoor shower to remove the pool's chlorine.

I mentally reminded myself we were merely continuing our usual family activities, as we had been all day. At least I tried. My mind admonished myself for lewdly staring at the attractive, naked women and for thinking that our nudity was anything but incidental and unremarkable.

My primal instincts didn't obey my mind, however, because I savored seeing all three women wearing nothing, if only for a few minutes. When they closed their eyes facing the shower or their faces were covered by a towel, I was particularly able to scrutinize them without being caught leering. So I looked. Closely.

Marie's delicate, closely trimmed pubic hair formed a silky triangle on her mons, with soft, downy wisps of hair framing her lips—nearly the identical look of her younger sister Sophia. Our daughters' matching grooming stood in contrast to Angeline's, whose labia were bare below a small patch of trimmed pubes.

All three women's clits partially hid under little hoods like shy animals peeking out of their burrows. Below, delicate inner lips visibly extended slightly beyond their puffy outer pillows, forming irregular wavy lines of flesh that at once advertised and hid their intimate feminine treasures. Damn, they're all so sexy—delicious looking.

As we toweled off, I dried slowly, watching the now fully nude women chatting and casually standing with lifted arms as they used towels to squeeze water from their thick hair. Naked, we walked over and hung our suits and towels on a line to dry.

My body instinctively began to react despite my mental attempts to prevent the clear and growing evidence of my arousal. I moved quickly to pull on my shorts to cover my expanding cock. I glanced furtively at my family, suddenly bashful as I grew fully erect—something unheard of for me in such non-sexual situations. Shit, it's like I'm some teenager seeing naked women for the first time and can't control himself.

A wave of relief passed through me as I saw my nubile daughters casually walking naked back towards the house carrying their clothes, talking and giggling, not noticing my distress. Ignoring me. I sighed, releasing the tension I hadn't realized I'd been holding. Then I glanced at my wife.

Angeline stood in her birthday suit, watching me with undisguised amusement. With one hand on her hip, she waggled her finger at me and murmured so our girls couldn't hear, "Naughty boy." She dropped her gaze pointedly at my tenting shorts as a grin spread across her lips. "Daddy's got a boner," she said in a sing-song, near-whispering, teasing voice. "So, you like what you're seeing, do you?"

Mesmerized, my cock surged in my trunks as I watched my wife. Angeline traced circles around her nipples with her fingertips, then sensually sucked one finger between her lips. She pulled her bottom lip down slightly as she pulled her hand away, drew her finger between her boobs, along her belly to her pussy, and slowly pressed between her puffy labia with a tiny gyration of her pelvis. Then she lifted her hand off her pussy and blew me a kiss.

I shook my head 'no' with wide eyes, snapped my head to see where our daughters were, and then looked back to my naked wife. I whispered, "Fuck, Angeline, you're killin' me here. They're going to see us—Marie will see us."

Angeline grinned, dropped her arms, then picked up her clothes and slipped on her shorts. "I don't know what you mean," she said coyly. She paused and looked at me expectantly as if nothing had just happened."Well, then, let's get going; it's time for lunch. Hurry up now, don't be such a slow-poke."

I watched my topless wife pass me and walk towards the house. I tried unsuccessfully to will down my raging hard-on so I could join them. Angeline pulled on her top as she walked, then paused and looked back at me, a questioning look on her face. I picked up my shirt, took a deep breath, and followed, hoping my hard-on would have settled down by the time I reached the house. I shook my head as I walked. These women are going to be the death of me.

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Chapter 10:

Sophia and Marie met up with friends the next day and stayed out late, so I didn't see them past breakfast. I used the quiet day to catch up on unfinished work. Later, Angeline and I had a relaxing dinner and evening together. She was curious about my getting an erection at the pool the day before because it was unusual for me during family affairs.

"Can you blame me?" I asked. "Seeing you naked, teasing me, and touching yourself like that—who wouldn't get hard?"

"I'm talking about before that, and you know it," Angeline said playfully. "You've seen our girls topless and nude hundreds of times, and I've never seen you get hard like that. I'm not judging—I'm sure it's natural—but I'm interested."

"It was different yesterday. We've had very sexual interactions with Sophia, of course, and seeing Marie in only a tiny bikini thong made it easy to imagine how she looked naked. I started thinking of Marie as an attractive grown woman instead of just my daughter." Angeline began to say something, but I cut her off. "But that was primarily just curiosity most of the time. Some noting and admiring, but platonically."

"That makes sense," Angeline said. "It's natural to look. I think we all do, whether family or strangers, and there's nothing wrong with that. And It's not like anyone was doing anything sensual or acting differently around you." With a wink, she added, "Before I did, of course," Then she shrugged. "Casual and natural swimming, sunning, and chatting—like always. Except you were saying how it was different yesterday."

I nodded. "Natural and casual, but this time, I had to contend with memories and mental images of you and Sophia naked, masturbating, showing each other your pussies, and the three of us discussing graphic sexual sensations. It was hard to separate the innocent nudity from the sex the way we'd always done."

Angeline gave a little smile and ran her palm along my arm. "Mmm, thinking it turns you on having sexy memories of us makes me all warm and nummy inside. It's hot knowing that. And I would understand if you battled your boner all along having such thoughts. But you seemed unfazed—at least visibly—around us until the end. What changed or tipped you over the edge that finally triggered your arousal? Because Marie was there?"

I squinted slightly as I tried to determine if Angeline's questions were serious or she was just playing naive with me for fun. I decided to give a straightforward reply.

"Well, Marie's being there probably was part of it, at least somewhat." I looked back at Angeline. "As I said, I initially appreciated Marie's appearance, but not salaciously. But when we were rinsing off and drying at the end, I had a close-up view of her body—especially, um, well, of her pussy. Of all three of your pussies, added to your magnificent naked bodies."

Memories of my graphically sexual conversations with Angeline and Sophia and my recent close up views caused heat to build in my groin. "And, well, I took a good look. So that's when I started reacting." I gave a curt nod, assuming I'd clarified the matter perfectly.

Apparently, I hadn't clarified the matter because Angeline looked legitimately confused. Somehow, despite over two decades of sex and male companionship, she lacked a basic understanding of men's libidos.

"I still don't quite get why seeing us showering and changing turned you on when swimming, lounging, and walking around pretty much naked, except a little triangle in front didn't. Just seeing our pussies made that much difference? Just standing there, not doing anything sexual?" She quirked her head. "It's nothing you haven't seen many times before."

I shook my head and exhaled like a teacher disappointed in a student's failure to grasp a simple concept. "Not like that, I haven't. Three hot, sexy, naked women with stunningly delicious-looking pussies, right there in front of me. Wet, bare skin, with water streaming down their naked bodies, over their tits, across their pussies, down their thighs." I turned my palms up and quirked my head. "That would get any red-blooded straight man excited. Hey, I'm a guy; it's in my genes." My cock stirred in agreement with my own description.

Angeline laughed. "Ok, ok, I forgot how much visuals get men off. And thanks for the wonderful compliments. You make a woman feel sexy and attractive." She bit her lip in thought. "But... not to belabor a point, you saw us wet, water on bare breasts, everything you just said the whole time. So, you're saying it was just showing that little bit more, taking off that tiny triangle of fabric that barely covered our pussies, that tipped the scales?" She was trying so hard to understand what evidently was a fundamental guy thing.

I chuckled, "Well, yes, for the most part. But also, the context wasn't the same. Marie's pussy looks very much like Sophia's, so all the images and experiences with you and Sophia flashed through my mind as I looked at Marie. Seeing the three of you naked, I imagined Marie doing the same sexual things as you and Sophia—maybe with you two. I couldn't keep out all the sexual thoughts. The combination of lustful thoughts and visual eroticism was too much for me. So I got hard."

"Wow, ok," Angeline chuckled. She made a 'poor you' face of pity. "Should I feel sorry for you, having to shoulder such a heavy burden—bombarded with the sight of beautiful nude women and sexy fantasies and fighting to keep physical control?"

"No pity necessary," I bantered. "I'll just add the new sexy images to my spank-bank for future solo events. Although, with all that's been happening with you and Sophia recently, I don't really need more material."

"Speaking of spanking—or wanking—do you think about me with Sophia much? I never asked if you get off thinking about us together."

I squinted dubiously at Angeline's question. "Do bears shit in the woods? Of course, I get off over you. Often."

Angeline looked pleased. "Mmm, it's really nice, thinking we turn you on," She purred. "Makes me feel all warm and squishy and sexy."

"Squishy?"

"You know, wet, and gloppy, and swollen."

I smiled. "Mmm, yeah. I think I like you getting squishy. I'll bet you're tasty when you're all squishy."

"I'm pretty squishy right now," Angeline grinned and bit her bottom lip.

"Well, I think it's dessert time then." I flipped Angeline onto her back on the sofa, causing her to laugh in surprise. I pulled off her shorts, revealing her swollen labia coated with shimmering juices. My eyes flared as I dived in for my epicurean treat.

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Chapter 11:

The girls went on a day trip with friends the next day, and Angeline had some planned activities involving shopping. Or something like that. The four of us spent an hour or so at our pool late in the afternoon, and thankfully, I managed to keep my libido under control the entire time.

think Angeline had wanted to tease me. But since she was already practically nude, there wasn't much to flash me, and anything more overt would have been too obvious to do in front of our daughters. At least in front of our older daughter. So we just had routine, non-sexual swimming fun.

After dinner, Marie went out with some old school friends. Sophia disappeared into her room to do whatever social media interactions she was into. Angeline and I re-watched a couple of old episodes of "Outlander," a show that always provided a captivating mix of fantasy, sex, violence, and soap opera-level drama. We enjoyed ourselves but eventually got drowsy and struggled to stay awake.

Marie got home, and the three of us chatted for a few minutes before Marie went to her room. Angeline was barely awake, so I told her to get to bed and that I would finish cleaning up the kitchen before joining her. I enjoyed the late-night quiet in the kitchen, just tidying up and wiping counters—mindless activities that helped calm my body and relax my mind. Like a strange kind of meditation.

After I finished cleaning up, I planned to join my sleeping wife. However, on my way upstairs, I remembered that I hadn't completed the final touches on a project I had been working on. I knew it would gnaw at me and disrupt my sleep if I didn't address it, and it wouldn't take long to wrap up. Awake again, I decided to head to my upstairs home office to take care of it.

Our second floor had four bedrooms: our Master suite with a spacious en suite bathroom, Sophia's room, and two "Jack-and-Jill" rooms with a shared bathroom between them. The girls had the Jack-and-Jill rooms growing up, but when Marie moved out to go to University, Sophia took over what was formerly the guest room, and her old room became my office. Marie used her old room when visiting, as did the occasional guest.

As I entered my office, light spilled into the room from the hall, dimly lighting my desk area sufficiently for me to see what I needed. I left the unnecessary overhead light off, fired up my laptop, and pulled up the project I wanted to finish.

A few minutes later, I got up and went to a filing cabinet near the door to the shared bathroom to grab a file. As I turned back towards my desk, I heard Marie's muffled voice from her room on the other side of the bathroom. "Naked, but it doesn't count if it's just my Dad," Marie said. Followed by a playful giggle.

My ears perked up. The words 'naked' and 'Dad' had penetrated my focus and caught my attention. I wondered what Marie was talking about. And with whom. The silence was broken by more giggling.

Curiosity outweighed respect for my daughter's privacy. The light in the shared bathroom was off and the hall light spilling into my office didn't reach the bathroom, so I quietly entered the dark room, my ears straining to catch clearer audio. As I moved closer, I could hear Marie's voice—soft but distinct. "No—Dad, Mom, Sophia... oh, you would, would you?"

I only heard Marie's voice, and assumed she was on the phone. Is she leaving a message? Dictating texts to someone? Using headphones?

"They get hard when you see them; oh, very much, I know you like that," Marie said into the void. "And not the only thing, I think. Very hard, eh?" The one-sided conversation was intriguing in its disjointedness.

I stepped toward Marie's side of the bathroom. The door to her room was open about a foot, with the handle to my left; the door blocked my view of her bed—which I assumed she was sitting on as she spoke. It also obstructed her view of me standing on the other side. However, a narrow gap along the right hinge side of the open door allowed diffused light to spill out from Marie's room.

The light drew me in like a moth to a flame. I leaned toward the gap, shifting my head and switching from eye to eye to find the best angle. Only a sliver of the room was visible through the narrow strip by the hinges, but I could make out the wall and headboard of Marie's bed, along with her upper body sitting up against the pillows. A small reading light above the bed cast a soft glow across her face and skin.

Marie's body was mostly out of view—I couldn't quite see her tits but her shoulders were bare. Her right arm was lifted in front of her, presumably holding her phone, which was positioned out of my limited sight. She had air pod headphones nestled in her ears—confirming why I couldn't hear the other side of her conversation. She listened to whomever she was talking to with a coy smile.

Marie shifted her position slightly, which allowed me to confirm she wore nothing on top. I couldn't tell if she wore anything below. I felt disappointed that I couldn't see the rest of her despite having seen her fully nude the day before. I mentally spanked myself for being such a pervert. I looked anyway.

"Like this, Cliff?" Marie said to the air. She moved her arm from side to side and slowly twisted her shoulders. Her youthful breasts wobbled with her movements, causing her erect pink nipples to pop in and out of view. Clearly, the subject of her inquiry.

My cock stirred instinctively at the sight. I nodded to myself. Don't know about Cliff, but I like this. Wish I had the same view as her phone.

My wish was granted unexpectedly. Marie abruptly scooted forward and disappeared from view. A moment later, additional soft light illuminated the room. My eyes snapped to the light spilling through the partially open doorway to my left. Well hidden in the darkness, I caught a glimpse of my very naked daughter standing by a lamp on the dresser across from her bed. She darted back towards her bed, and I returned to the gap by the hinges to see her flop back against her pillows in a more reclined position, both arms laced behind her head.

"Better?" Marie said to the room. I heard only silence as she listened on her headphones. "Oh, yes, very illuminating," She chuckled. Marie arched her back and ran her hands up across her boobs, tugging gently on her hard pink nipples. "Mmm, sounds divine." Both hands. I idly wondered where her phone was.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a flickering movement through the doorway to my left. I shifted over to investigate, careful to stay back out of sight.

I smiled. A mirror stood above the dresser, directly across from the beautiful young woman lying naked on her bed. Framed, clearly reflected, and lit enough to be perfectly visible. Gorgeous, sexy, and obviously horny. Horny—like father, like daughter.

My pulse quickened as I watched the reflection of my daughter caressing her naked body. Marie stroked up her thighs across her belly and cupped both handful-sized breasts, looking lasciviously forward towards her feet. Is she watching herself in the mirror?

I looked closer and saw she'd propped her phone up on the dresser directly below the mirror. Holy fuck, she's performing for her boyfriend. And, unknowingly, also for her pervy father.

Marie continued her sexy show, and I continued watching her in the mirror. Saw the same view her lover did. She talked breathily and lewdly and sometimes listened. Described how she felt and what she wanted done to her.

All the while, Marie stroked her nubile body, licked her nipples, and opened her legs towards what I assumed was a very aroused and lucky young man. She traced her fingers through her dark wisps of pubic hair. Pried open her labia with two fingers as if making an inverted "peace" sign, then slid them together and stroked them between her nether lips. Swirled her fingers between, over, and around her puffy labia, which were visibly coated with moisture. She moaned softly as she began circling her clit.

I couldn't resist. I slipped my hand under my waistband and gripped my rock-hard cock. I slowly stroked my length as I spied on my daughter having FaceTime sex with her boyfriend. Getting herself off.

Marie murmured in response to something in her headphones. "No, forgot... just my fingers tonight, sorry," and giggled. My mind filled in the lewd requests to which she responded. She held still a moment, biting her lip, listening. Then she smiled. "Naughty boy—ok, but it's not as comfortable at that angle, so just a quick peek."

Marie shifted around onto her hands and knees with her ass toward the camera. Which was also towards the mirror, ergo to me. Marie arched her back and dropped her shoulders down to the bed. Her aroused pussy lips peeked out from between her legs. Turned upside down from that angle, her clit peeked out from under its hood, looking upwards along her wavy inner labia, past her vaginal opening, and towards her crinkly anal star.

My cock throbbed in my hand as Marie shifted her legs further apart, reached back with one hand, and pulled her bum cheek to the side—spreading her sodden pussy and bum hole for Cliff's—and my—delightful viewing pleasure. Marie's moist labia glistened in the glow of the lamp. She wriggled her hips as if inviting a turgid cock to penetrate her—both pussy and anus seemed to beckon. My erection pulsed with yearning.

Out of interest, I sidled to my right. I peeked through the gap by the door's hinges to see Marie's upper body directly instead of her reflection below. She lay on her cheek facing me, murmuring something into her air pods microphone that I couldn't make out.

Suddenly, I started with alarm as Marie smiled and looked directly at me. I jerked back into the darkness and held my breath, waiting for the cry of indignation and accusations to ring out. My heart pounded as a jolt of adrenaline surged through me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She saw me—I'm gonna get killed for this. Why wasn't I more careful?

But I heard nothing. Slowly, I let my breath out.

After about ten seconds, I cautiously leaned in and looked again at my daughter. Marie's eyes appeared to meet mine for an instant, then drifted to the side, then slightly up, eyelids slowly blinking with pleasure. Her smile never left her face, and she moved her lips, quietly talking to her unseen lover. I breathed a sigh of relief as I realized Marie wasn't looking at me—she couldn't see me. She'd randomly looked in my direction, seeing only darkness. Same as she looked in any other location.

"Ok, mmm, you devil, you," Marie purred. "Yesss, so hot. Hang on a sec." She flipped over onto her back again, displaying her front side and pussy towards the camera again. "God, I'm so wet... wish you were here, too," She moaned. She bit her lip and ran her hands over her tits, belly, inner thighs. "Mmm, you know it. Promise? Numm, I can't wait."

Fortunately for me, I didn't have to wait. I didn't know what Marie was yearning for with Cliff, but the sight of my adult daughter masturbating live with her long-distance lover was astounding. I stifled a groan as Marie opened her legs wide again, exposing herself to her absent lover, whom she thought was her only audience.

Marie traced her fingers around her labia and stroked along her cleft. Then she pulled her inner pussy lips up and out, spreading them like a magical doorway to heaven. An invitation. A wet, warm canal calling for attention. My breathing quickened as I watched her roughly smear her juices around her labia. She clamped two fingers together and circled the tips around her vaginal entrance. Then, plunged them inside.

Marie thrust her hips against her hand as she pumped her fingers in and out as if being fucked. She moaned and told her remote lover how she wanted her fingers to be his cock thrusting in her. Her other hand alternated between rubbing her clit, mashing her tits, and rolling and pulling her nipples. Her delicate pubic hair was smeared with her juices, glistening in the light, appearing and disappearing from view with her thrusting hand and fingers. She pummeled herself so hard and deep that I could hear her fingers squelching in and out of her sopping pussy.

I was as exhilarated by her show as I'm sure her boyfriend Cliff was. I dropped my shorts to my ankles and stepped out of one leg to widen my stance. My freed dick throbbed in the open air. I grabbed it and jerked it hard and fast. I stood and wanked in the darkness, hidden from sight and enthralled by the vision of Marie lighted and framed in the mirror.

I occasionally shifted over to peek through the hinge-side gap to see her directly from the side—she was only a few feet from my position—then back to the larger, more open view through the mirror. Marie's ragged breath and explicit sexual proclamations filled the room and my mind, causing heat to roil deep in my loins.

"Oh, fuck, Cliff," Marie panted. "I'm so close. Yes, oh, yeah. Yes, tell me. What. You'd do. To me. How you'll fuck me hard, slam your hard cock into my wet pussy. Rip me apart with your thick cock." Her breath grew shallow and loud as she roughly finger-fucked herself and lashed her clitoris. Listened to the encouragement and wanton sexuality in her headphones. She moaned loudly. "Fill me, fuck me, mmm... oh god. Now. Fuuuck."

The debauched sexuality I witnessed from Marie was surreal. A wanton side of my daughter I'd never imagined but found electrifying. I felt my balls churn and my dick throb in my hand as I rapidly raced to the point of no return. Then I stopped moving, still gripping my cock, and watched in wonder.

Marie's body tensed then shuddered, and her mouth opened in a silent scream of ecstasy. With small, uneven grunting noises slipping through her trembling lips, she released her breath. Her eyes rolled up, and her toes curled as she trembled. Or tuned out. Or left the planet.

The spectacle of my daughter's orgasm was overwhelming. Without warning, my climax became imminent—with no way to stop it. A moment of clarity jolted me just before I came as I realized I couldn't ejaculate on the bathroom floor, door, or wall. There would be no way to clean it up unnoticed. And it would certainly be noticeable if I didn't. I couldn't reach my shorts on the floor in time. My eyes flashed all around in the darkness.

In a panic, I clenched my groin muscles and held off as best I could, giving myself the two seconds I needed. I bent forward, grabbed the bottom of my shirt, and pulled it over my erupting phallus. I wrapped the fabric around my cock, forming a pocket as I shot spurt after spurt of semen into the bottom of the inside of my bunched-up shirt. Filled it with cum. Gently stroked my fabric-covered dick until I was thoroughly drained.

Still holding the globs of cum in my shirt, I stood to check on Marie. Sticky semen smeared and spread against my stomach but stayed off the floor, which was my paramount goal at the moment. I held my hands there momentarily and watched Marie in the mirror. Transfixed.

Marie had melted into the bed, her body without tension. She was murmuring something unintelligible, staring intently at her phone on the dresser. At her lover. The lucky fucker. She lightly circled her fingertips around and between her labia and sodden pubes, then slid her glimmering fingers sensuously along between her puffy lips. She brought her hand to her mouth and tasted herself. Licked her love fluids off her fingers one by one as if they were little cocks.

My spent dick gave a half-hearted twitch at the lascivious sight but was spent. And the gloppy mess on my belly was cold and starting to soak through my shirt; it needed to be addressed.

I carefully picked up my shorts and slipped back through my office to our bedroom's en suite bathroom. I would have been quite the sight if someone had happened to see me: naked from the waist down, cock glistening with wetness, my shorts in one hand and the other pressed against my belly as if in pain.

Safe in our bathroom, I peeled off my wet shirt and buried it with my shorts in the middle of the dirty laundry hamper. Cleaned the cum off my belly. Then I slipped quietly into bed and cuddled up against the back of my sleeping wife. Erotic visions and memories swam through my mind as I drifted to sleep.

I didn't finish my work project that night.

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Chapter 12:

Marie headed back to college, oblivious to the extraordinary sexual encounter we'd shared. Back to her real-life sexual escapades. And life went on.

Maybe I felt some guilt over spying on my daughter like that, or I was sexually sated for a few days. Either way, I didn't further my information gathering with Sophia and Angeline until the following weekend.

It was, unsurprisingly, Sophia who triggered the subsequent sexy encounter.

The day had been hot, and the evening was comfortably warm. The three of us had eaten dinner together. Angeline and I were sitting by the pool, watching a remarkable sunset. The sky was transitioning into a deep, dark blue, and streaks of reds and oranges painted the grey clouds that had been white an hour before.

Sophia came out and flopped down in a lounger near us. "Wow, gorgeous sunset," she said.

"Mm-hmm," I murmured. "That it is." The three of us sat in companionable silence.

Angeline stood. "I'm going to grab another drink. Either of you want something?"

"No thanks," I replied.

"Got mine here," added Sophia. We half-watched Angeline walk off. Then Sophia turned to me. "So, Dad, I've been meaning to connect with you... we sort of never finished our earlier conversation."

I had no idea what she was talking about. "Conversation about what?"

"Well, remember a couple weeks ago—before Marie visited—when the three of us were talking, and you and Mom wanted to see the pics I took of her. You know, the nude ones. And we had fun looking at them together."

I smiled. "Yes, I remember that well, and yes, we had fun." I waited to see where Sophia was going.

Sophia's eyes crinkled with mischief. "It was fun and flattering that you guys thought I was good at taking photos. And Mom told me you liked seeing her nudes—and not just for the artistic and technical expertise." She nodded and looked eagerly at me. "I think it's cool that even after so many years, you two still turn each other on."

"Um... well, thank you, I guess. And I believe you also made that point fairly well that evening."

"Yeah, I guess I did," Sophie giggled. "And I recall having a very nice time after I left you two." She gave an enigmatic look. "As I'm sure you both did also."

I wasn't sure what she meant by that—that she masturbated thinking about us fucking, or watched us fucking from the house, or both. So, I simply nodded and pivoted back to her original comment. "You were saying something about not finishing a conversation—what did you mean?"

"I guess it's more of an activity than a conversation. I was thinking about that evening and remembered that we never got around to looking at the pics Mom took of me that day. Mom and I assured you that we hadn't forgotten and would look through them together with you some other time."

I saw where she was going, or at least where I hoped it was going. Heat churned in my groin as images of my naked daughter flashed through my mind. Despite having seen her nude photos many times, my cock stirred at the thought of looking at them together with my wife and daughter.

Sophia broke my reverie. "Well, now seems like a good time if you have nothing else planned. Would you like to see?"

"Like to see what?" Angeline said as she returned with a drink.

"Dad and I think we should all look together at the sexy pics you took of me," Sophia said. "Like we did with the ones I took of you."

"Oh, he said that, did he?" Angeline smirked and looked at me while talking to Sophia. "I know he would love that, but somehow, I think that perhaps this proposed viewing is your idea, lovely daughter." Angeline grinned. "An excellent idea, I must say, though. What do you think, Marcus? Want to see very sexy pics of our hot daughter?"