Guessing Game

"Mother, since I was little you and Daddy would put your arms around me like you did each other when we sat together watching television or on the deck or anywhere we all sat together. And do you remember how you both used to open my blouse or my nightie and touch my breasts like Daddy did yours?"

In the warm sun of the top deck of the cruise ship Morgan smiled as she recalled the calming and sweet touches of her parents, touches that reassured her, comforted her, and aroused her in a fashion that she did not then understand.

From across the table Victoria had nodded with a tender and faraway expression.

"You never took advantage of me. You and Daddy taught me what I had to have to live as a credible woman in a world like this. At the same time you began to share intimate little things in a slow but gradually increasing way, things that told me about your love for each other and your love for me. I remember one afternoon when I was sixteen and we had rented that beach house on Sanibel Island Daddy and I went for a walk along the beach. You were going to join us later but I don't think you got there because a storm came up, we had to run back to the house and you didn't want to get out in the coming flood."

Victoria had laughed. "Oh, I remember that! You and Jack came running in looking like two drowned rats and about as guilty as a couple of bank robbers. You left the house wearing a bikini top and came back with those sweet jugs bare and bouncing like crazy. Your father left wearing swim trunks and returned in a thong that was so skimpy I could barely find it on him."

"I knew you noticed, Mom, but you never said anything. So Daddy and I thought we'd see if we had gotten away with being nekkid on the beach." She emphasized 'nekkid' with a deep Southern accent, knowing that it referred to being not merely without clothing but sexy- bare in public and quite proud of it.

"You two thought you were so smart," Victoria laughed. "I know good and well what you two did. When you were out of sight from me the two of you stopped, you shed that top in record time and your father got rid of those trunks for that microscopic thing he still calls a thong to this day. It might actually be one if it wasn't see-through. He could just as well wear nothing at all. I'm sure the people who saw you two wondered about the man and the sweet young thing who were showing off everything the Lord ever gave them."

"I must admit that we got some stares, actually, a lot of stares, from people out there. Every woman we passed ogled Daddy, every guy looked like he wanted to eat me, and then...," and her voice sank to a conspiratorial whisper, "...there was that group of men who stared at Daddy and women who stared at me. I was so excited I could hardly stand it."

"See, see what happens when I let the two of you out of sight without a chain? Both of you get out of control. You take advantage of the situation because you are two gorgeous, luscious, edible showoffs that I can't trust as far as I can throw our car!"

The two women sat at their table and ate in silence for several moments. Then Morgan spoke once more.

"Daddy was always a gentleman with me, Mother. That day we both had fun being sexy and wearing next to nothing. He was standing in the surf when I walked up and jumped into his arms. He grabbed my legs and held me there. And then I kissed him on the mouth like you always did. You know, sliding my tongue into his mouth. He was so sweet and sexy about it. He kissed me in return and then held me tight. My boobs squashed against that hard chest of his while he ran his hands over my back. He didn't touch my butt but he held on to me and we walked into the water until it supported us. Then he held my bottom and we stayed that way for a long time, talking and laughing and whispering. I could feel him...he was so hard. I asked him to put me down and I turned my back to him because I wanted him to hold my babies."

"And did he? Honey, I should hope so."

"At ease, Mother. He did. It was very sweet and very sexy to me. And I realized then something that I've never said to either of you. I knew that one day I would be in love with him like you are. Does that anger you, Victoria?"

The use of her first name told Victoria that her daughter was indeed serious.

"No, Honey, it doesn't. But go on."

"Over the last two years I have dated and had fun with friends and even made love with several. But always behind it all I knew that I was drawn to the two of you. Now we are here together because I wanted you to know this...and because I want to know if this will go on from here."

The older woman sat quietly, staring at her daughter, then her eyes misted.

"Morgan, you cannot know how much I want us to go on from here. Yes, I am in love with you, I'm in love with my daughter. And I'll tell you something you do not know, Honey. Your father is in love with you, too. We've wanted you as well. It was all a matter of waiting for you to mature."

Morgan recalled that she had been unable to answer this for a least a minute. She had felt the relationship growing between her and Victoria, particularly with the delicate verbal hints and brief touches in recent months. But Jack had indicated nothing except his continuing deep love for his daughter. Yes, they had done risqué things in public and even when they were together alone. One thing she had always prized about her relationship with her father was the way he dated her once a month, month-in-and-month-out, year after year without fail since she had turned thirteen. Each time had been a means of building their bond, of sharing joys and fears, and of his encouraging her as she grew to womanhood. But he had never done or said anything to reveal what Victoria had just described.

Her heart jumped with an excitement she both relished and feared.

"Mother," she said after digesting this revelation, "will you sleep with me tonight?"

"Yes, yes I will. Shall we go somewhere special for the night or back home?"

"I want this to be at home. Can you explain to Daddy that this is 'ladies' night out-and- in'?"

"I believe your father can handle this surprise, Darling."

"Do you think that it will...will...umm, what am I trying to say?"

"Do I think our being together tonight will cause Jack to change toward you, Morgan? Is that what you're asking?"

"Yes."

"No, Dear. Your father is not like that. His affection for the two of us doesn't hang by a thread on a little tack in the wall of his heart. There are some things I've gathered about his love for you as time has passed. I'll tell you one day soon. And although this is our night together, I want to help you plan your date night with him. Let's make this the most thrilling night since he and I were married, shall we?"

"You doll, Mother. Yes. Help me take that beautiful man by surprise."

Following a delicious dinner made all the more so by the ongoing caresses each woman shared with the other and their dancing that bordered on the licentious, Victoria and Morgan returned home. They undressed and swam together nude before going to bed for a night of love-making. Jack had moved to the guest bedroom where he undid his hair and brushed it out. He undressed, lay nude in the darkness and felt his cock harden slowly as he enjoyed the feel of his wavy hair surrounding his face.

He knew what the two women were doing and found it so arousing that he had to restrain himself frequently from a premature orgasm just to prolong the luscious fires and contractions in his belly and thighs. He was clean of all hair below his waist and enjoyed the velvet sensation of his smooth flesh. He positioned his balls down between his thighs and laid his fat cock on top of them where it throbbed gently, full of blood and mirroring the beat of his heart. He caressed his length softly, relishing his size and warmth and playing with his now-tender crown.

Jack was never embarrassed for his emotions about his penis. He didn't act like a pompous ass, never considered himself the Lord's gift to women, and in fact was usually rather retiring in nature. Not wimpy, just a quiet and gracious man. He had exercised for most of his life and had a beautiful body. With a beautiful cock and balls. It was long, deliciously large in circumference when he was hard and attractively veined. He had enjoyed making love with himself for years. His wife was his cheerleader-in-chief when it came to this sexy pleasure.

When he heard Morgan cry out during his wife's lovemaking with her he moved his fingers more firmly along beneath the fat organ until the gentle contractions became numerous and he released himself to his climax. He sighed aloud in semi-darkness as he spurted into the space above his body. The long, heavy string fell back upon his cock and hand, making both slippery and sticky. A second followed and shot back up his abdomen to fall across his navel and waist. A series of hot blobs flowed out over the tender head of his shaft, creating a delightful mess on his hand and abdomen.

Jack continued his private affections, producing softer spurts of warm fluid until he was completely dry and exhausted. He lifted his right hand and in the half light could see a heavy streamer of cum suspended from his thumb and forefinger. Slowly, carefully in order to enjoy the sensuous moment he lifted the string to his mouth and laid it upon his tongue. He savored the taste of his cream, then swallowed it. He smiled into the darkness as he thought of how he enjoyed the feel of cream on his skin.

His wife and daughter would remain with each other the entire night, an event that pleased him greatly.

A Graduation Date With Jack

As Morgan recalled it, the next day was Saturday and Jack hung around the house feeling like the fifth wheel on a fancy car. His wife and daughter appeared at eight o'clock, waved brightly to him as if he were from the pool maintenance company, and fixed breakfast for themselves. Both women chattered and giggled between themselves, at times sounding more like chickens in a coop.

"You two must really have had a grand old time last night," he muttered grouchily to himself. He pulled up his swimming trunks, rearranged his cut-off shirt, re-tied his pony tail, and set off to mow the back yard.

Victoria and their daughter stepped up to their swimming pool, removed their tops and plunged into the cool water, emerging as if they were sounding whales with much screaming and covered generously with goosebumps.

"Honey," said Victoria with a laugh as she glanced at her husband huffily guiding the self-propelled Snapper mower, "I think we'd better pay some attention to that lovely hunk of a man out in the yard. If he shoves that mower any harder he'll foul the belt on that transmission and that'll really make him mad."

Mother and daughter emerged from the pool and, clad only in monokinis, jiggled their way out into the yard where Jack was now sweating as if he'd never get another chance in his life to do so. It also occurred to him, playfully of course, that no mere teenager had a right to breasts the size of his daughter's, despite the fact that she aroused him greatly. Morgan had for years titillated him with her far-more-than-generous chest and this never failed to please him. Morgan would find some off-the-wall reason to bend over when she was nearby to show her breasts in low blouses and sweaters, or she would brush his arm or hand as she kissed him before going somewhere. She took every opportunity to push out her chest when wearing clingy tops. And she never failed to ask him how she looked before heading out the door with friends, wearing something tight with no bra in order to display her large, dark nipples.

He was always aroused by the memories of their dates through the years. He doubted he could ever explain to his daughter just how much they meant to him as her parent or how sweet they had been. Some of the dates had been just a simple dinner together and then a return home. Several times he took her out-of-town when he met with a client, and he introduced her with great pride. To Morgan these had been especially precious times because they indicated just how much her father thought of her.

There were nights when they had pizza and went to a movie. Morgan always insisted that they sit together in one of the oversize seats in the Riverchase 24 Cinema, and she would pull his arm around her shoulders. Before long his daughter would move his hand down onto her breast, which he noted was always bare under her top, and lead his fingers to her nipple. Despite the fact that his arm eventually became numb from cramped blood flow in this awkward position, she was determined that he hold and fondle her breast the entire time. When they left she would gaze at him with an expression of mixed affection, amusement and pleasure. He knew that she was quite aware of her effect upon him.

"My lovely husband," shouted Victoria over the din of the muffled lawnmower, "can we talk with you?"

As an added incentive she and Morgan shook their shoulders to make their breasts sway, knowing it was one of the things that never failed to get Jack's attention.

He pulled back the throttle lever on the six-horsepower Briggs-and-Stratton engine and it stuttered into silence.

"What do you two want of the household slave?" Jack asked testily.

"Oh, just a little recognition and affection, a bit of sexual motivation, a public display of nudity, a flash of your lovely fat cock while standing in front of the house, that sort of very inexpensive but significant show of interest in your two women."

Victoria smirked with self-satisfaction as she watched the expression on her husband's face. Beside her Morgan bent over slightly to brush off an invisible bug from her leg, allowing her huge young breasts to sway heavily as her father stared.

Jack glared first at his daughter, then at his wife.

"Oh, so you want something, do you?"

He was trying mightily to conceal the smile snatching at the corners of his mouth. It was a losing battle. His wife moved around behind him and put her long talons about his throat, interlocking them in front as she rubbed her breasts against his back. His daughter simultaneously moved toward him from the front, pressing her breasts against his chest and winding her arms about his neck.

"Okay, I surrender. I am a hot, sticky working guy sandwiched between two gorgeous, mostly naked women. Am I supposed to do something normal now?"

"Mmmm," began Morgan. "You could kiss each one of us and we'll be nice. Or you could put your hands on my babies and hold me and I'll go out with you tonight. Your wife and I had a wonnnnderful time together last night."

His newly graduated daughter gazed at him with laughter and a smoldering fire in her brown eyes.

"And just because you promise to take me out I'm supposed to be a nice guy with a good disposition?"

"That's the plan, you gorgeous man," whispered his wife into his ear.

"That's right, you sexy, delicious man," replied his daughter with a sassy grin as she jerked his pony-tail."

"Okay! Sounds great to me," Jack laughed.

"I think now is a good time for you to go in and shower, wash that lovely hair of yours, and let me show you what you can wear tonight on our date," responded his daughter before she kissed him. "If we start now you'll have time to let your hair dry in the sun because I want you to wear it long tonight."

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Morgan felt the flutter of sexual desire as she enjoyed the Caribbean sun. That night had been perfect. Beyond memorable.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

She and her father had gotten ready for their date over the span of that afternoon several weeks ago, and since they had plenty of time it was an enjoyable experience. She led him into his and Victoria's bedroom where she selected a black pullover shirt and soft gray slacks with plain black rounded-toe western boots.

"You will be simply delicious in this," she said with a lascivious smile.

Then while he showered, carefully dried his hair, and allowed Victoria to gently brush it in the sunlight, she considered her own clothing for the evening. She brought out a short gray jersey dress with long sleeves and a wide, loose neckline. Next came black spike heels with a matching handbag. The only jewelry she wore was a black velvet choker with a one-half carat emerald in an old, filigreed setting suspended on a short silver chain.

Morgan bathed, perfumed herself, and lightly brushed her hair. Then she pulled on the gray dress. It felt simply heavenly, its softness caressing her naked body as if she were royalty. She wore neither bra nor panties and her thighs glistened smoothly below the extremely short hemline. Her young breasts filled the soft fabric, swelling the neckline almost to overflowing.

Morgan stood before her mirror inspecting herself before finally going to meet her father. She felt electrified, excited, sexually aroused and at peace all at the same time. Her evening with her mother had been thrilling and satisfying beyond her dreams; now she and her father were going to dinner together and then....

Victoria entered the bedroom, breathed a sigh of desire and envy, and kissed her daughter gently on her cheek. "You are incredibly lovely, Honey," she breathed into Morgan's ear. "You will undoubtedly rattle his bars so that he'll never forget this night."

"Thank you, Mother." Then she turned and walked into the hall to meet Jack.

She found the most wonderful man in her life. He stood quietly, his wavy hair framing his face and cascading over his shoulders. His strong body shaped perfectly the black shirt and gray slacks. He smiled almost shyly at his daughter as she approached.

Morgan was a vision of sensuality and beauty. He could see beneath the thin, soft dress the shape of her black muff, thick enough to press lightly against the dress and raise the surface. Her chest trembled as she moved toward him.

Jack felt himself become firm in a slow and deeply erotic process that made him wonder just how long he could constrain himself. His daughter was so lovely and so incredibly sensual. He had to tear away his eyes from the display of her breasts, rounded tanned flesh with stunning cleavage, half bare with arcs of her great dark nipples peeking from beneath the soft dress.

"You are gorgeous," he said simply.

"And you are the most beautiful man I know," she responded with a brilliant smile.

The scene was etched deeply into her memory and as she lay in the sun she quickly became aroused. A gentle flow of stickiness lubricated the folds between her legs as she recalled their conversation, images of the man before her, and the feel of being naked underneath her soft dress. He was her father, but at this moment he was so very much more.

The heavy waves of his long black hair curled sensuously about his face, almost concealing his left eye, and fell over his shoulders in a cascade for which most women would happily die. With respect to the rich, thick shiny texture of his lovely mane her father was almost feminine. Morgan longed to bury her face in that dense growth that fell like a black cloak down his back.

His shoulders and arms were graceful in their strength. His gray slacks had a sharp crease and hung straight down without a break over his Dan Post boots. The faint scent of something sensual and lush floated past her nostrils, adding more erotic images to the invisible, unbroken stream already flowing in stark and graphic detail through her mind.

Morgan glanced at his trousers and noted the definite and tantalizing lump between Jack's thighs. Her father had an absolutely beautiful penis that she had seen before on many occasions. His and Victoria's partial and complete nudity in both private and public venues had contributed to her own lusty nature, and neither parent had been reluctant to have their daughter see them. His penis was long, fat and, she thought out loud to her mother, perfectly delicious. He had removed all his fur and the smooth tanned flesh of his cock and balls contrasted markedly with his gorgeous mane of hair and the black hair beneath his arms.