Guessing Game

On their way home she spoke excitedly to her mother. "Mom, that was really fun! You always think of the neatest things to do. Can we do it again...soon?"

"Of course we can, Love. Do you want to tell your father when he gets home? Or shall I do it?"

"I want to. And can I wear this for him?"

"Yes! What a great idea! I never have great ideas like that." She winked at the girl beside her.

And such things as these, thought Morgan as she basked in the deck chair, are why I love you the way I do, Victoria.

That night when her father returned from work Morgan could hardly wait to display herself to him. As Jack entered the front door Morgan walked out of a side room to hug him. He stopped in his tracks, dropped his briefcase in surprise and remained speechless for a few seconds.

"Dad, you always do such perfect things. Do you like my new clothes? And let me tell you about what Mom and I did this afternoon."

In her excitement she had forgotten that nearly half her chest was revealed in the low-cut sweater because it was so very comfortable. Victoria noted this absence of awareness, however, and made a mental note to compliment her daughter on it. Being natural was the key to enjoyable sensuality; she wanted Morgan to develop that trait.

"Hold it! Hold on, you gorgeous female. Am I allowed to touch, or must I just look?"

"Mr. Jack Spires," said Morgan, falling into step with the game, "so far as I am concerned, you can always look and touch. Do you really like it?"

Jack became serious. "Yes, Morgan, I really do like your new sweater, and do I see the faint lines of a sexy bra under there? Yep! I like that, too. And what about those beautiful curves? In fact, my professional opinion is that you, Morgan Spires, are a knockout."

She had rushed into his arms and flung her own about his neck. His thick ponytail brushed her hands as she held tight to this father she adored.

"I think that you and you mother are absolute...ah...hmmm...what's the word? O, yes! Sexpots. You two are definitely sexpots. And I love it, I love you, and I hope you'll wear some more of these incredible sweaters. They are perfect on you, O great incredible daughter!"

"Mr. Spires," said his daughter with a coy expression and a definitely lascivious glint in her eyes, "do you wish to examine the merchandise? I mean, you can do so while I'm under the watchful eye of Mrs. Spires. She'll keep you in check, Sir!" This was followed with a shake of her chest and a girlish giggle.

"Oh! I've been driven beyond what I can bear!" laughed her father as Morgan turned playfully into his arms, facing her mother, and leaned back against this exciting man. Jack put his arms about her, cupped her breasts and tenderly massaged them in her new sweater.

She immediately put her hands over his, pressing them into her swelling white flesh as she turned her face upward. She sighed joyfully at his admiration of her and the ease with which he moved about in her world.

Morgan never forgot that sweet introduction to the gradual development of her sensuous nature, particularly since her mother and father were so complimentary. Victoria encouraged her into tube tops and very light sun dresses, for the tubes displayed her lovely arms and shoulders and the light, low-cut dresses provided opportunity to experience the arousal of not wearing a bra and enjoying her breasts as they shook with her movements. Moreover, Morgan had a deep dimple on the back of each of her shoulders. Open dresses displayed these to perfection.

Then there were the open-tip bras that were heaven-sent for wearing under sweaters and presenting a sensuous picture in public. Victoria taught her daughter how to be casual in her actions and movements, enjoying the excitement of walking and bending naturally to display much of her beautiful chest without seeming tacky or obvious as she did so. Her youthful appearance coupled with her continuing remarkable development added to her sensuality.

At sixteen Morgan asked her mother if she could begin to grow her nails long, and Victoria agreed. Her mother had been working for Prism Designs, a company that made attractive and sexy clothes. Some of Victoria's friends who worked there allowed their nails to grow extremely long. Victoria had been developing hers for four years and they were now more than three inches in length.

Morgan thought they were the sexiest thing in the world...except for her mom's breasts and her dad's beautiful long black wavy hair. Since he had retired from the military Jack had let his hair grow; it now reached well below his shoulders in gorgeous jet black waves. He didn't have any gray in it at all.

Memories of Sweet Touches

She returned to the present and looked with increasing sexual heat at her babies as she called them, now coated with an oily sheen from her sunscreen and perspiration. With her own lengthening talons painted a delicious wet red she caressed her breasts in a fashion that resembled two large spiders hovering over the great mounds, delicately stroking her nipples with red-tipped feet. Suddenly Morgan felt a tingle followed by sweet contractions as a pair of exquisite little orgasms gaily made their way through her lower abdomen, bathing her pussy with cream.

She started to chuckle but instead gasped with audible pleasure as she felt the release of cum. She realized that she'd have to remove the lower vestige of the Sassy Fox string bikini now that it was completely wet.

Morgan tried a sly glance to each side to see if anyone had noticed what she was doing. She jumped with surprise as the beautiful brunette on her left smiled brightly and whispered, "That was lovely, wasn't it? I'm sorry, but I could hardly miss it...you were enjoying yourself so much."

"I...uh, I'm sorry," Morgan began. Total failure. "I didn't mean to...," she tried again, then when the brunette laughed she resigned herself to the fact that the girl had caught her arousal and watched through the entire event. "Yes. Yes, it was very nice, indeed."

She noted with interest the girl's lovely body that was every bit as luscious as her own. It seemed strange that such a beauty would be topless yet wear yellow lycra shorts instead of a thong or a bikini, but she quickly returned to her sensuous reverie.

Since her early teens Morgan and Victoria had been casually intimate in their touches and their enjoyment of being physically close as mother and daughter. During the nights while she and her parents watched television together Victoria, at her daughter's request, would drape her arm over her shoulder and with her fingernails trace designs over the girl's arms and breasts, at times tickling her nipples with her talons. Morgan would giggle, sigh and relax into her mother's embrace while Victoria in turn was being fondled by her husband.

Jack and Victoria fully expected that their daughter would want to end the casual practice as she moved into her older teen years and they were prepared for such a decision, but she did not. Much to their surprise she separated these times into periods when she was alone with Jack and others when she desired intimate times with Victoria. Jack treated his daughter with tenderness and never acted as if doing so was some great event. She had described this to several girl friends who gasped as if some immutable law of the universe had been breached.

To Morgan it had always been simply a sweet and intimate family custom in which her parents expressed their love for her. There was no doubt that it was exciting. The first time her mother's claws passed over her nipples she felt a stirring within that defied description. The same happened when Jack held her and caressed her. Not till later did she mention this to her parents; then they explained to her the meaning of sexual arousal. They urged her to treasure it, to enjoy it and look forward to it, but Jack and Victoria wanted her to think of it entirely as an affectionate indicator of their closeness.

Morgan became enamored with the odd phenomenon of boys, had many friends with whom she enjoyed the usual girl activities, and was an excellent soccer player. Victoria knew as a mother does that their daughter had had been intimate with two of her boyfriends, but she did not broach the subject and Morgan's interest waned quickly in the two young men. A very close friendship with a girlfriend lasted much longer, however. Though neither she nor Patrice Lafayette made an issue of their obvious affection for each other, Victoria had a pretty good idea that when the girls went to the movies, to parties and to the beach they were exploring intimacies. The fact that when they were in the Spires' own pool and yard they were always topless and touched each other frequently gave evidence that something exciting existed between them.

This didn't trouble Victoria. She had her own female friendships that involved sexual affections. Jack did not mind; he was secure in her love for him. Moreover, Morgan knew of several times such as the celebration of Virginia Holton's and Jason's union when her mother and father shared the affections of women in each other's presence.

She and Patrice, a dark and lovely girl from the island of St. Thomas with an enviable British accent, were still very, very close and Morgan intended to visit her once her vacation with her parents was over and she returned home. Patrice had called and written of her desire that they see each other and in her last letter invited Morgan to her new home on Barbados.

Morgan turned over, reached behind herself to apply additional sunscreen to her back, butt and thighs, then rested on her forearms. Although she could do so, Morgan did not often lie on her stomach because her breasts were so large. She wiggled her hips and moved her torso to feel her heavy breasts sway. The nipples traced a light pattern over the towel on which she lay, sending little electric impulses through her flesh.

Once more she bathed herself in the sensuous memories of the way her parents had reared her. Many of her friends could hardly sit still for wanting to get out from under their parents' supervision; Morgan was another breed of cat. The memories of days with her parents were happy ones, exciting ones, and as she neared eighteen very sensuous ones. This wandering through her thoughts never failed to arouse her sexually and was, in fact, one of her most precious times alone.

Jack and Victoria never hid their sexuality from their daughter. They were not crude, but ever since she could remember they had caressed each other, swam partially clothed or in nothing at all in their pool with their daughter watching, and even walked the beaches on vacations with Victoria wearing only a brightly colored monokini and her dad a thong because his two women insisted that he do so.

Not many men wore those at the resorts and on the beaches where they vacationed, Morgan recalled. Most wore baggies or what she considered hideous cargo pants at the beach and poolside. Jack, however, wasn't like any dad she'd ever met. He was every bit as sexy as her mother and the two of them had a grand time enjoying it. Morgan developed her attitude of sexuality from this lusty, tender attitude and practice by the two people she loved most in this world.

Her dad was a precious man, she thought. He was strong and his muscles flowed beautifully over his body. He wasn't odd like the body builders she had seen. He was normal, but he was better than that, too, shapely, powerful. And he let his hair grow. None of her friends' fathers did that, and she enjoyed that fact as well as her friends' reactions to Jack's head of beautiful thick black hair that reached to the middle of his back in a rich fall of shiny waves and curls. When he was with his family at home and during casual times he unbound his hair and brushed it out. Most of their friends and even strangers who'd had occasion to remark about it thought that except for his musculature Jack resembled a woman from behind because of that gorgeous thick wavy hair. Most men did not grow hair that long, not because they wouldn't if given the chance, but because their bodies simply were not genetically wired to do so.

As she grew older Morgan realized that she became sexually aroused when he left it unbound to fall in waves about his face and in a beautiful heavy cloak that, from behind, concealed the entire breadth of his shoulders. And Jack had wide, strong shoulders. At the beach and in their backyard when he was wearing a thong and that gorgeous black mane hung loose, concealing most of his back, except for his strong legs he really did resemble a woman in certain ways. He also had very little body hair; his skin was smooth and quite soft to her touch. He did have a heavy black growth of underarm hair that complemented his wavy locks, and Morgan thought it was quite sexy. She recalled that even as a young teen she had wanted to play with it and her father would lie on his back with his arms above his head to allow her. She was intrigued by its length; he enjoyed the sexy feel of his daughter's fingers dancing through his fur.

At work he always used a band to make a ponytail, something that seemed to thicken the size of the hair hanging down his back. His ponytail wasn't just a thin tail. It broadened into a huge and lovely dark mass. Her girlfriends all had said something on the order of, "Honey, I would just love to get my hands on your father for a weekend. First I'd start by burying my fingers in that gorgeous hair of his...then I'd...." They would trail off to silence.

She always replied with, "Uh huh...you want to get your hands in his hair and then...then...?"

Of course, they never finished their wish, but everybody knew what the rest meant. Secretly, Morgan felt exactly the same way. She was just more of a diplomat and said nothing that would give her friends ammunition.

For her graduation she turned the tables on all of her friends and certainly her parents. She invited her mother and father out on a date...separately. She dated Victoria on the eve of her birthday, and she dated Jack the next evening.

Those were two nights she would never forget as long as she lived, nor would she ever harbor any regret. And neither would Jack and Victoria.

A Graduation Date With Victoria

She asked her mother to accompany her to the Weaver's Loft, a delightfully casual and very fine restaurant with a small dance floor and a small but skilled ensemble. Victoria wore a long sleeve short black dress that was so extremely soft it exuded sensuality to the touch. Her tanned, muscled legs were displayed to perfection, and Morgan gave up trying to keep her mother from watching her gape at them. Other than the dress, Morgan could tell that she didn't have a stitch on.

In turn the eighteen year-old wore a mint green calf-length sleeveless dress, the neckline of which cut beneath her breasts, and a transparent white long-sleeve top beneath the dress. Her breasts were marvelously displayed through the diaphanous fabric, gently caressing her babies, as she referred to them. Her bareness excited Morgan with that sexual thrill she recalled from childhood when she first experienced mysterious, delicious sensations between her thighs at the forward apogee as she swung vigorously back and forth in her backyard swings. That luscious experience had become more and more frequent as she matured.

Forever afterward when she shared it with her friends she found that date with her mother difficult to describe with anything other than superlatives. Victoria was actually startled when her daughter appeared at the door of her and Jack's bedroom and knocked.

"Victoria, are you ready?"

"Yes, Honey. Let me get this bag and I'll...." Her voice trailed off to silence when mother saw daughter standing in the doorway. Her mature child was stunning in her cool green dress draped with her lush black hair. Morgan's see-through blouse displayed her gorgeous breasts to perfection. Her attractive spike-heel shoes produced an effect of a very mature young lady.

"Dear heavens," she murmured. "You are simply gorgeous, Morgan!" Privately she thought, my daughter is a total traffic-stopper. She is absolutely delicious. Then she realized what she had just said to herself and colored with guilty surprise at her lascivious remark.

"Mother, are you all right?" asked Morgan, concerned at Victoria's sudden redness of face for no reason whatever.

"Oh! Oh, yes, Morgan. I...I'm sorry. It's just that you are so absolutely lovely and sexy in that dress that I...I thought...." And she actually ended up saying nothing at all. She kicked herself mentally and thought, Way to go, Mom. You are sexually rattled by your daughter and you act as if you were thirteen.

Her daughter reached for her hand, raised it to her lips and kissed it. Then Morgan held the hand as she stroked the four-inch talons of her fingernails. Very quickly she compared her own steadily lengthening nails to the stunning red hooks of her mother and was pleased with her progress.

"Victoria, you are simply amazing in that dress. It's because of you that I really, really like women with muscles. I think they are beautiful. Your legs are legendary. And I want you to know that I can tell you haven't got a thing on under that tasty little black dress."

She eyed her mother with something more in her eyes than a daughter's simple admiration.

"And you, my precious Morgan.... Someone is going to eat you tonight."

Then she realized what she had said in her double entendre and she reddened once more.

This time Morgan caught it and replied, "Oh, I really hope so. I truly do."

Morgan had not released her mother's right hand as she stroked the incredible fingernails that hooked so perfectly and resembled the weapons of an eagle. As she stared into her mother's eyes Morgan placed both her mother's hands on her breasts and moved them about ever so gently. Victoria felt the plump nipples trace a pattern in the palms of her hands. She felt herself moisten delicately between her bare legs.

Then Morgan released her mother's hands and allowed them to fall. She drew Victoria's face near and kissed her mouth, darting her tongue between the red lips as she did so. With that she took her mother's hand, led her through the front door after activating the alarm, and opened the door of her Toyota Highlander.

Morgan ordered for them at The Loft, then gazed at her mother over the taper in the center of their table. She reached out both hands for those of the woman across from her, folded her own into a ball and indicated that she wanted Victoria to enclose them in her talons.

As other diners stared without embarrassment at the amazing four-inch fingernails Morgan spoke quietly. "Victoria, thank you for being my date tonight. And that is what you are. Mother, you don't realize it, but I have been in love with you for a while now. I know that you and Daddy have always been very careful with me to love me without limits and to avoid any unwise or harmful acts. But I am eighteen now, I am getting ready to enter college, and you need to know some things."

Victoria was quiet during this explanation from her daughter. When Morgan finished her mother remained silent for a few seconds to indicate that she had heard and was taking her daughter's thoughts seriously. She was well aware that her next words held great weight for the lovely young woman opposite her and would either encourage the teen or most likely terminate what she as the girl's mother had longed for in silence.

"Darling," she finally began in a voice so low that Morgan strained to hear the first words, "please tell me. I believe you will be quite surprised and, I sincerely hope, pleased when you finish."

Morgan heard the words but she was so intent on what she wanted to express that their weight did not settle in on her heart until later that evening.