"Of course. I admit I have a super crush on your dad, but I think too much of your parents, and you for that matter, to do anything really silly."
"Good, I know you wouldn't do anything crazy," Nicky said, smiling warmly at her friend.
Bella grinned cheekily. "Maybe just a little playful flirting?" Nicky narrowed her eyes as Bella continued, "Because you can appreciate what it's like to have the irrational hots for someone so close, right?"
"OK OK," Nicky said, rolling her eyes. "I get it. I accept that you have a crush on my dad, and I will not repress your right to enjoy that in a safe way. Is that what you want to hear?"
"Perfect," Bella said smiling. "In return, I promise not to tease you too much about you getting wet for your mum."
Nicky scowled. "I'm going for a shower; try not to do anything weird while I'm gone."
Bella saluted. "Yes Ma'am!"
.........
Nicky stood under the shower, sighing contentedly as the hot water blasted the soap from her body. As the jets pummelled her skin, she considered Bella's confession, trying to decide how she really felt about it.
With her friend's help over the last couple of weeks, she had somewhat come to terms with the strength and nature of the feelings she was having for her mum. More often than not recently, she was seeing Beth as a sexual being, rather than the nurturing mother she had been for the last seven years, although she certainly was still that too.
She reached back and twisted the setting on the showerhead, increasing the number and intensity of the jets. The steamy water sent hundreds of tiny tingling sensations through her body as she allowed it to massage her shoulders and back. She turned and gasped softly as the jets hit her breasts, realising that her nipples were already hard and sensitive. She removed the showerhead from its bracket, bringing it closer, luxuriating in the pinpricks of painful pleasure as she guided them around her chest and stomach.
As well as the crush on her mum, there was Bella and her dad to think about now too. Bella had made no secret of the fact that she fancied Nicky's dad, but the events of last night were a definite progression from mere fantasy to something much more real. It made Nicky giggle to think how smitten Bella was, and how silly she could be around him sometimes.
A Vision of Bella crouching in the doorway, watching her dad masturbate, came into her mind, as she moved the shower spray lower down. In her vision, her dad spotted Bella, and then took her into his bed. Images of Bella riding her dad's cock filled her mind, and these were soon joined by her own fantasy thoughts. This tableau depicted her lying next to her friend, and while her dad was making love to Bella, her mum was between Nicky's legs kissing the inside of her thighs, gradually moving upwards.
She panted softly as she pointed the showerhead at the top of her legs, imagining the sensations to be caused by her mum's gentle ministrations. She brought the spray upwards over her sex, and gasped; the pulsing heat of the water on her most private parts was exhilarating. She shifted in the confined space, searching for the most beneficially pleasurable position.
In her fantasy, the look on Bella's face as she rode her dad's cock was exquisite; her mouth was open, she was panting and moaning, and her eyes were lidded in ecstasy. As Nicky lay next to her, drinking in the erotic vision of her friend in such an intimate clinch with her dad, her mum reached up, gently parted her labia and dabbed the tip of her tongue against Nicky's clitoris.
She used her fingers to mimic the action in the shower, spreading her outer lips, allowing the jets to fire their massaging pulses around her sensitive vulva. As the water thrashed against her clitoris, she felt an orgasm surging upon her with tremendous speed. She leant back against the tiled wall, crying out as a wave of intense pleasure rippled through her body.
After a few moments, her legs began to feel weak, and she moved the spray away from her over-sensitive clitoris. She grinned broadly, moving the spray gently around her body as she rode out the diminishing waves of her climax.
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Dean stood cradling a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, and stared out through the kitchen window at the garden. There was so much to do. The apple tree needed cutting back, the branches were hanging over the fence into Dave's garden again; the weeds in the left-hand beds were getting out of hand, he could barely see the japonica plant anymore it was so overgrown; and the fence Needed another coat of wood preserver before winter, otherwise the rot would start to take hold. He was aware that he was only contemplating these things as a distraction technique; he was desperately trying not to think about last night.
He sighed, turning away to lean back against the sink. It had been wrong, of that he was certain. Well, mostly certain. It wasn't wrong that he had been aroused while watching the video of Beth, but was it ok to get aroused thinking about Megan and Bella? Surely, there was some kind of separation when it came to thoughts and actions. Just because he thought about having sex with another woman, that didn't make him a cheat, and if he used that image during masturbation, then surely there was no harm in that. After all, that was his time, his thoughts, and his personal pleasure. Ok, so none of that had been wrong.
Next, it wasn't wrong to masturbate, he was certain about that. His wife was elsewhere, and had provided some very arousing material, so it was pretty much inevitability. There was nothing wrong with masturbation, even when people were in a happy relationship; he was fairly sure it was actually a humanitarian right to be able to have a cheeky wank every now and then. In addition, if he wanted to use visual images of his wife, and or mental images of other women, then that was fine too. Nothing wrong with that.
He chewed at his lip as he continued to work through his thoughts. This is where it started to get dodgy. Was it wrong Bella had spied on him while he had been masturbating? Well it certainly wasn't his fault she had decided to watch him; it was his house, his bedroom and he had retired to his room to indulge in some private time. Fair enough, he might have neglected to check if the door was properly closed, although he wasn't even sure he hadn't actually done that. There was a distinct possibility that Bella might have opened the door herself, hence the glint of light he had seen in the mirror, but he couldn't be certain. Anyway, it was not his fault that she spied on him. But, and this is where he knew he was inching his toe over the line, it was probably wrong that once he realised he was being observed, that he hadn't then attempted to make himself decent and put a stop to the proceedings.
From here, the decision about right and wrong was much simpler. Everything after that point had been wrong. It was wrong not to cover up. It was wrong to watch Bella in the mirror as she played with herself. It was wrong to make his orgasm as messy and obvious as possible, and it was very wrong that he then openly displayed his still-throbbing, spunk-covered cock to her. If the events of last night were represented as a Venn diagram, then all those things would be in the circle labelled "wrong".
So now, he had a decision to make. Did he tell Beth? Would it be wrong not to tell her? If she asked him if it happened and he said no, that would be lying, but if she never asked and he never said anything, would that still be wrong? Yes, it would! The realisation came to him immediately and without question. It would be wrong not to tell Beth everything that had happened. It had all started out with good intentions, and very much in the circle labelled "right", but due to outside influences beyond his control, it had drifted into the cross-over section between "right" and "wrong", and then he had pushed things all the way over into the circle labelled "wrong", by failing to stop things. With all that said however, it would be the biggest mistake of all, not to tell Beth. Well, at least that was sorted. Now he just had to work out how to do it.
His introspection was interrupted by the sound of footsteps on the stairs, and moments later Nicky entered the kitchen looking bright-eyed and happy.
"Morning dad," she said, leaning up to peck him on the cheek.
"Morning, sleep well?"
"Really good. You?"
"A little restless," he replied. Which was the truth; his sleep had been fitful and broken, no doubt due to his encounter during the night. "Kettle not long boiled. You want toast?"
"Please. Stick a couple in for Bel too; she'll be down in a sec." Nicky moved over to the kettle to make coffee.
That was something he had completely forgotten about. He'd been so wrapped up in the right and wrong of the situation, and how he was going to confess to Beth, that it had slipped his mind that he would have to face Bella this morning.
"You ok dad?" Nicky asked.
Dean quickly masked his expression, and turned to busy himself at the toaster. "Fine, I was just thinking about all the work that needs doing in the garden."
"Yeah, it's looking a bit overgrown."
The sound of footsteps on the stairs again heralded the imminent arrival of Bella; Dean kept his back turned continuing to fuss at the toaster.
"Good morning-- Shiiiiit!" Bella's cheery sing-song voice morphed into a screamed expletive, and Dean spun around just in time to catch an airborne Bella, who was now attempting to climb up his body while squealing.
"Whoa Bella, What is it?" He tried to hold on to the young woman but it was difficult with her constantly wriggling.
"Spider, spider, spider!" She shouted in between her wails.
"Shit, where?" Nicky tensed up, darting her eyes all around the kitchen, trying to spot the intruder.
"Under the table!" Bella said, burying her face in Dean's neck.
"OK, calm down. It's going to be fine," Dean said, as he peered under the table, the trembling Bella still clinging to him. "Wait, that's not a spider, that's a tomato stalk."
