Daddy, Take Me Ch. 06

"Fuck...daddy!" I moaned, and slapped his hand away. "Breakfast? I think we've worked up a little appetite this morning, hmm?" I smiled.

We had one of those 'Walks-of-Shame' as we headed into the kitchen. No one paid us any mind, well, except for Maggie and Lily, who smiled brightly as they caught daddy's eyes.

"Morning, daddy!" they both squealed, and pulled out a chair for him.

I kissed my mums 'Good morning', holding them both, kissing their hair, and whispering a grateful, "Thank you." The look on their faces was close to heavenly.

"Sit," mom said. "I suppose you're hungry now," she smiled, perkily.

"I wouldn't mind," I snickered, and blushed.

I sat across from dad, our eyes wandering to each other time after time.

"Behave!" I mouthed, smiling coyly.

He just shirked his shoulders, and took another mouthful.

Mums were taking the girls swimming this morning, and asked us if we wanted to come along.

"I'd love to, but I need to see Elliot...then I have lunch with Maisie...if that's fine?" I asked.

"Of course it is, darling," MumE said.

Whew! I had a lot to think about!

Surprisingly, at least the breakfast was relaxed and easy...for those three! My head was all over the place, my body still sated from unbelievable sex. Lily asked if I'd like to help them with their story, and I readily agreed. We helped clear the dishes, and then wandered upstairs to their room. We lay on Maggie's bed, and Lily pulled out her next masterpiece. We all threw out different ideas, and scenarios, Maggie scribbling away. Dad came in and sat with us, asking for a preview, which they were eager to give. I had my arm around dad's shoulder, as we listened to Lily's tiny voice reading our story. We all offered suggestions; sometimes, she'd turn her nose up, other times pondering the idea. Maggie laid her head in dad's lap, he tenderly stroking her hair, as he had done with me so many years ago. I loved my family...

After an hour, I set off for Elliot's, not looking forward to the talk I needed to have, but knowing I had to. It was fruitful, if not emotional. Another hour and a half later, I left Elliot's and was in our chosen restaurant, waiting for Maisie to appear. She walked in, looking simply gorgeous. Her long red hair curled around the scarlet scarf she wore, her heavy jacket clung to her body beautifully, and her pale complexion was minimally made up. I stood to greet her, my arms encircling her neck, and

we kissed chastely, her blue eyes sparkling, and her adorable freckles making me smile.

From the first time I saw her, I knew we'd be best friends. I was smitten.

"What's up, hen?" she slyly asked me, noticing something I had missed in the mirror this morning. "You're looking perky...and concerned. What's going on?" her lilting Scottish brogue sending shivers through my body.

"Can we order first?" I chuckled, so we did.

"Nae bother, but talk to me, darling,' she whispered.

"I...I broke up with Elliot this morning. I know, I'm an idiot, but it just wasn't right for me anymore," I said, holding my nerve.

She clasped my hand in hers, and whispered, "I knew it, Chloe. It just took you a bit longer to figure it out, hmm? You all right, though?" she asked. "He's a nice enough guy, sure, but not what you need right now."

"I'm fine, Maisie. Really, I am. It had to happen at some point. I'm happy, 'kay? I just need to concentrate on my uni work right now. There's so much going on that I can't say yet, right? You trust me, Maisie, hmm? I will tell you soon, all right?" I said.

"Chloe...God, of course, I trust you! C'mon. You know I'm not going to pry because you'll tell me when you're ready. I'm used to that!" she giggled, "I gather it's a new guy...or a lass?"

I blushed, giving away any secret I may have had.

"It's a guy, yes, but I can't say any more, okay? Now, if it was a girl, well, you'd already know!" I giggled, and squeezed her hand. "I just need you to listen, not ask too many questions, and bear with me. I have a feeling this will be a confusing time," I muttered.

"Aye, darling. That's fine, all right? You know I'm always here for you, all right? So...Elliot. Why the change of heart with him, hmm? This seems to have come out of nowhere. You seemed to be working through any concerns about him, so... " she said.

"It's something my mums said to me the other day. I'm twenty, right? Sure I'll be twenty-one in a few months, but...I had a similar talk with them, and they said, well, this is the time of my life I should be 'fumbling', which is how she put it. You know, taking the time, making those mistakes, and figuring out who I am, what I like, and what I need. It wasn't Elliot, simple as. So, I've decided to take their advice and my time." I told Maisie.

"There is someone I am in love with, though," I said, my eyes consuming hers, "But it's too soon. I don't think either of us is ready for it...yet," I said earnestly, gently squeezing her hand.

"Chloe, for some reason, I think this person knows, aye. You should do as your mum said, take your time, explore, live and love. This other person knows, I'm sure. They'll be there, sweetie. Trust me?" she asked, and my heart leapt.

"God, ma beauté, I do trust you," I whispered, leant over the table, and we chastely kissed again, our eyes saying the words neither dared speak...yet. I finally understood what my mums were saying. I needed this time to be deserving of her, and her of me.

"So...you'll be there when my heart breaks?" I asked, haltingly.

"As long as you're there when mine breaks, aye?" Maisie smiled, and we innocently kissed again.

We finished our meal, paid and walked out into the brisk January afternoon. We walked, arm in arm, down the crowded street, laughing and carefree as two, twenty-somethings were. I walked her to her car, and we fondly embraced, our heads on each other's shoulders, as not a word was spoken.

I couldn't help, but whispered, "I love you, Maisie," and met her lips.

She lifted her head, and sighed, "I know. And I love you. Now, shhh," and returned my affection.

As I gently rub my baby-laden tummy and smile while sitting here on the balcony, remembering those days. They were such naive days, and I revelled in them, of course, but knew that with my family, and friends like Maisie, I'd be fine. I would live and love over the next year, and Maisie was always there to help pick up the pieces when my life was in turmoil. And I, hers. We knew, but at that point, never said, that we were destined to be together, or so I hoped. I think we both secretly knew we wouldn't last a year, but it was a good starting point.

I returned to the house, everyone stretched out on sofas, the kids watching TV, mums reading, and dad fiddling with paperwork. I went to my mums, jostled them over, and laid my head on mom's lap. She just continued to read, her fingers brushing my hair.

"Everything good, darling?" she whispered.

"Uh huh...it's all good, mom," I sighed, and relaxed into the lazy, late afternoon day.

By eight, we had the kitchen cleared, the kids bathed, read to, all tucked up in bed, and we were all downstairs, drinks in hand.

"So, Chloe...what's been on your mind today?" dad asked.

"God, where do I begin? I...I broke off things with Elliot," I began. "I took to heart what you said, mom, and decided I wasn't going to be moving forward with him. It was just too...hard with him, and there wasn't the depth I was looking for. You made me realise that mom, so...thanks. I'm okay with it. It was coming, but not this soon, so I'm fine. I had a lovely lunch with Maisie, too," I said.

"How is Maisie? We haven't seen her for a while. She's keeping well?" mom asked.

"She's doing great, actually. We're both just adapting to the new coursework, but she's good," I said.

"Chloe," dad asked. "Do you think that perhaps you were too impulsive in breaking up with Elliot? We already said we don't want us to distract you from going out and living a full life, hmm?"

"And that's what I'm doing, dad. He wasn't what I needed, all right?" I replied.

"Chloe...Do you think you were a bit unfair with him, hmm?" he asked. "Were your expectations too high, hmm? I only hope what happened yesterday hasn't clouded your judgement," he said.

"Daddy, how could it not? You have given me something I had only dreamt about. Sorry, but Elliot wasn't going to push or challenge me the way I needed, so yeah, my expectations weren't there. I'm fine. Be happy for me, okay?" I said, a bit too harshly. I felt a small shadow of maturity creeping across me. "So, since we're all talking honestly now, how has it been for you...and I don't mean the sex!" I snickered. "Mom?"

"Boy, where has Chloe gone?" mom giggled, surprised, I think, at my frankness. "I have no qualms, darling. Again, I'm only concerned for you, as we all are. I do feel a bit guilty that, perhaps, we rushed into this, though. I just want us to be a positive influence on your decisions, okay? I guess your mum and I didn't think through the consequences, and, for that, I'm sorry. We should have thought more about whether you were emotionally ready for this. Physically? Obviously, you have THAT covered," she giggled.

"Mums! I've been the one coming on to you both, and instigating this for, God, how long now? I don't think it's something we could have discussed first, hmm? With dad, yes, but that's only because of my turmoil and insecurities with him. I knew it would be, well, easier, with my mums...more open, you know? I'll tell you right now...those are gone!" I laughed. "Sure, this has all been overwhelming for me, okay? But I'm fine...and you know why? Because everyone here cares for one another, that's why. I'm more concerned about hurting what you three have, hmm? Don't worry, mom, I can disconnect myself from you if the right guy, or girl comes along. If I ever get serious about someone, I will stop sleeping with you, 'kay? I'm not going to let what we have mess up my life, okay?" I explained.

"You never cease to amaze me, Chloe," mum says, and hugs me. "I can tell it's more than the sex, hmm? You're good, Chloe," she smiles brightly at me.

I rose from the sofa and went to the kitchen, grabbed the chilled bottle, and brought it back in, taking daddy's tumbler and refilling it with his whisky.

"As it's getting late, I have one more thing to add?" daddy said. "I know we said you and I would never sleep alone, right? I still agree with that, but would like to add to it. I'd like to throw an idea out there that, as far as I'm concerned, I think you and your mums should be together when I'm not here, okay? I just think that there's a different dynamic that the three of you should be exploring if I happen not to be home. You may grow to regret me saying this, Chloe, okay? Your mothers have always been rather, well, insatiable, shall I say," and he laughed. My mums swatted him, but didn't deny it!

"Looks who's talking, Tom!" mom giggled. "Believe me, Chloe...it's him...not us!" she laughed. "Chloe, one more thing from me, all right? You can always say, 'No', okay? If you're not comfortable, or confused with anything, just say, 'No'. If you feel things are getting out of hand, you should use our, uh, safety word, all right? Whenever, or if, you're uncomfortable, just say 'Red,' and we stop. Always. It happens from time to time, so never feel embarrassed. Just say, 'Red', and we stop."

Wow, I thought. They thought of everything!

"You're quiet, Emily, hmm. Anything to add?" dad asked, putting her on the spot slightly.

"Well, we all have a few things to think about, hmm? But no, Tom, everything is good from where I'm sitting. We must be careful that Maggie and Lily don't pick up on anything, okay? I know we can all push, and things get out of hand, so..." MumE said.

I couldn't help but smile. I thought we were all in a good place, each of us concerned for the others. I knew this would be more than sex, which excited me. They were slowly bringing me into their relationship, but they seemed open to it.

"I will reiterate what your mom said, though; sexuality is fluid, all right, especially at your age. As your father would say, it ebbs and flows. I can't agree more with your mom when she says this is the time to be 'fumbling' around. It's not something you need to figure out right now, Chloe. Take your time?" Mum said.

"So. Bed?" mom said, her face eager, for goodness knows what, but..."You may as well get used to our nightly, well, routines," she smiled.

We all got stuck in turning things off, sorted the kitchen, and went upstairs. I stopped off in my room to grab some nightwear.

"Is it... fair if I...sleep with you tonight?" I asked, unsure, as nothing was said.

"We wouldn't have it any other way, darling," mom cheerfully said.

I quickly grabbed a few things, including my toothbrush, and walked up the other flight of stairs. They were already in various states of undress! Mom and dad were lovingly kissing while MumE nonchalantly rummaged through drawers, and pulled out her clothes. I stood and watched mom and dad, totally spellbound by their bond. Mum had obviously seen it a thousand times before. I watched, as I slowly undid the buttons on my blouse, mom undoing dad's simultaneously. Fuck! She pulled the shirt from his body, and leaned into his chest, planting little kisses on him.

I just stood there, half-naked, but mesmerised. MumE walked to me, whispered, "Aren't they beautiful, Chloe?" and helped me undo, then unzip my pants. I let her. She considerately took my blouse off, then shimmied my trousers down my legs.

"I never tire of watching them, darling," she spoke softly, as I lifted my legs, and she folded up my pants. Mum knelt behind me so as not to block my view, and pulled my soft panties down. I felt her soft lips on my ass, feebly kissing each cheek. I caught mommy looking at me; the twinkle in her eye said everything. MumE moved me to the chair, so I could see myself...and the reflection of mom and dad.

With the tenderness of a lover, she rubbed my legs, her face still lavishing tiny kisses on my rear. Her fingers moved around my body, her fingers delving between the crinkle of my thighs and my now-aching pussy. Mum's fingers ran in the furrow, my body shaking with every swipe, still watching mommy and daddy strip each other. I could feel her fingers play, and twirl my sparse tuft of hair, as I pushed my butt onto her face. What is it about butts with these three, I thought? I wasn't complaining, only wondering.

Suitably simmering, mum stood up, and hugged me, her tender hands covering my breasts. I leaned my head back onto her shoulder, and she kissed my hair. Fuck...Mum pulled away, and turned me around to face her. My hands naturally went to her buttons, and I began to strip her while I stood naked. Her hands were on my cheeks, softly cupping them, her fingers sliding over my wet lips. I softly moaned; her touch was just what I needed. I slipped her blouse off, and laid it on the chair. I opened my mouth, accepting her thumb, and gingerly sucked. I could feel my nipples tingle, and harden.

"That's it, Chloe," she whispered. "Suck my thumb, darling," mum almost moaned, her fingers still caressing my face.

I unclipped her bra, Mum's bountiful breasts pouring from the lacy cups. They were...beautiful, my mouth virtually watering, as I gazed at them.

"Mmmm," mum moaned. "Does my little girl like her mummy's breasts, hmm?" she almost taunted me.

"God, mummy...they're... they're stunning," I whimpered, between sucks on her thumb.

"Do you want to touch me, Chloe? Hmm? Tell me, darling. Do you?" she hissed.

"Can I...please?" I all but begged.

"Hmmm, maybe in a while, okay?" she teased. "'Til then, would you take my trousers off, hmm?" she suggested.

She withdrew her thumb from my mouth, and I knelt. My fingers were so shaky, as I undid the button and pulled the zip down. I could feel Mum's hand on my head, her fingers playing with my hair. My hands moved into her loose trousers, my fingers behind her, 'til I felt her panty-covered ass.

"Ohhh, Chloe. You're so...so good," mum groaned.

All I wanted to do was please her...and I would. I had forgotten entirely about mom and dad by then.

I pulled my mum's trousers down, my fingers pressing her butt. Everything was so slow, the tempo relaxed, and sure. Mum lifted one foot, then the other, as I gathered them up, stood, and laid them on the chair. I looked over at my parents; they were on the bed, wildly kissing and grappling with one another. Fuck! I moved to my mum, both of us staring at each other. I brought my hand to her cheek, and held her head, this time my fingers sliding across her closed lips. I brought my finger over her jaw, down her neck, and along the middle of her chest, consciously ignoring her swelling breasts. As my fingers dipped lower, I knelt, and inhaled my mum's scent. I felt her hand on my head, gently pulling me into her covered pussy. There was no need for that, though. I knew where I wanted my nose. I slowly kissed her satiny panties, my lips touching, and wiping across the wet, now-darkened material.

We could hear mom's long grunts from the bed, but chose to ignore them. I leaned in, and kissed mum's wet spot, her scent permeating through me. I could almost feel my juices dripping on my inner thighs. I placed my fingers on the edge of mum's panties, and pulled them down, her breath

catching as I did so.

"Do...do....you...like stripping...me...Chloe," she moaned.

I could only groan my approval, so entranced as I was. I pulled the thin, wet knickers down, and again, so obligingly, she lifted her feet. I picked them up, and slowly stood, wiping her gushy pussy with the panties, then bringing them to my mouth. Mum watched as I played with the sodden gusset, then sucked her cream from the wet underwear. I loved how she gasped, taken aback at what I had done. I brought the panties to her face, rubbed them across her lips, dropped them, and kissed her. Our bodies were clenched together, our breasts mashed up against the other's. We rubbed our groins against each other, our tiny mews, and sighs growing.

Mum grasped my hand and pulled me to the bed, our eyes on mom and dad fucking furiously. [Fuck me, I thought!] It would take a while to get my head around this eroticism. Mum laid me on the bed, and hovered over me, as her legs straddled mine. I could feel her wet pussy, and was sure she could feel my excitement. We slid against the other's leg, as she leaned down, and our lips met. This was all too much. I wanted to watch my mom and dad fuck, but was too absorbed with my mum's ardour. She moved and slipped her legs between mine, so I spread my legs, welcoming her into me. Our pussies grazed each other's, as our kisses grew deeper. Mum began calmly sliding along my pussy, her wetness mixing with mine. We were in the wrong position, just, for that beautiful contact we both sought, but this would undoubtedly do...for now. I felt her fingers sliding along my wet vulva, as she tenderly played with my clit, pressing and rubbing it, as her hips rubbed against me. I leaned over, took a breast in my mouth, and suckled her hard nipple.

Mom and dad both came, their shrieks catching mum and me by surprise. We smiled at each other, and continued our dance, leisurely fondling, and rubbing each other. I could feel mum's hips that much more urgently, 'til she moved from between and re-straddled one leg. She pulled my body a bit sideways 'til our pussies were touching, then she slowly rubbed mine with hers. Fuck me! This happened to be one of my favourite positions! I could tell how fit and supple mum was by how she moved and took me.

Mum casually stroked my thigh and stomach, as we slid together against each other. We fumbled around for a while, but it wasn't working! We giggled together, knowing we'd have to revisit this position! Ever so calmly, mum turned over, her legs straddling my body. She moved her body down, her pussy over my face, and mine under hers. She didn't move, waiting for me to make the first move...or say The Word.