I was more sauced than usual that evening, perhaps because I was aware that I had little time left that summer with Magda and I could use something to relax, given the stress of dealing with her determination to get her way. I had to fight my own natural desire to fuck her in her sweet pussy, which could have resulted in pregnancy by her old man, so she already had that traitor between my legs on her side. After all, no man with even the slightest degree of heterosexual impulse could avoid being attracted to my lovely daughter. It wasn't just her beauty, but her sensuality, her passion, her charm, and her vulnerability, balanced by her intelligence and her resolve. I also got the impression that I would get no help from Inga in fighting my urges where our daughter was concerned. More likely than not, she would approve.
Sure enough, as I walked into my own bedroom on my way to the master bathroom, I heard Magda on her cell phone in the vanity, speaking to her mother. She didn't even notice me there for a moment, I was sure, given her candor with Inga, though they were both speaking Danish.
The part that really caught my ear was quickly translated by my brain into English as, "Mother, he is just so...well, you remember what you told me. You said that I should go for it, that he was delicious and the best lover that you ever had. You were right, you know, Mother. But how to get him to do it? I so badly want to have my firstborn be his, not Bjorg's. Nothing against Bjorg, but Daddy is, well, you know, my sweet Daddy. He's a god to me. I live to love him, to make love to him, to kiss him and lie there in his arms. I don't want to live on my own. I want to stay with him for life. In essence, I want to be his wife as well as his daughter."
"No, Mother, I don't meant it like that. Jealousy is overrated. Sure, I feel some, but I know that it is much more enjoyable to share and be shared when it comes to love and lust. I agree, monogamy is overrated, Mother. Yes, Mother, I want to help you seduce Daddy. Why would I want to deny you that? For one thing, I know you, Mother. This is what you have always wanted, to share Daddy with me. You can't help it. Neither can I."
"Well, of course, I will enjoy sharing Bjorg with you, too, Mother! What does Frederik know or think of this, though?"
"He what? Mmmmm...Mother, that is so delicious, and to think that I never really found anything about Frederik sexy before, but that...him and Bjorg together. I bet that they must have been scared for a bit, until you...my God, you just started pushing your pussy into Bjorg's face while Frederik buggered him...that is so delicious! Then what happened? You did what? My God, that is really turning me on...the very image of you getting fucked by Frederik while he sucked Bjorg's cock!"
"He sucked Frederik's cum out of you? Mother, it is quite clear to me that somehow, we all have to get together."
"Permanently? Yes, that's exactly what I mean. Have some kind of poly arrangement for life. But how to get Daddy into it? I'd love to see Bjorg suck Daddy's cum out of both of us...Frederik's cum, too. Yes, and see him suck both men's cocks to get them ready to fuck us. Sure, I would fuck Frederik while you did it with Daddy, and then we could swap. Just please understand that with Daddy, it's love, not merely lust. God, that sounds so delicious to say...I am in love with my own father!
"So, wait, you love him that way, too? It was never just a fling to you? You should tell Daddy that, and soon. Don't let Daddy get away this time! Yes, yes, I know that you still want Frederik and Bjorg, too. All the more reason that we should have a sort of five-way marriage. Don't worry. I won't broach it until Daddy's resistance has broken down more. I still need to get him to knock me up, remember?"
I didn't say anything, just listened in fascination. Such devious plans going through my sweet Magda's mind. She wanted, indeed proposed a five-way marriage? I had heard of such things, to be sure. I wasn't born the night before. I was a mature, worldly, and sophisticated gentleman. I was a lawyer, for God's sake! I had seen it all. Still, to see what my lovely daughter intended for her parents...there was a touch of sentimentality to her here, not merely lust. She, like all people, whether it made sense or not, on an emotional level wanted her parents to be together. She just wanted me for herself as well...wanted an unconventional form of reunion.
That poor, sweet girl...there needed to be more women like her in this world, I thought. Then it would be a lot happier place. Then again, there also needed to be more women like Inga as well. Not many mothers would tell their daughters to pursue an incestuous relationship with their fathers. Inga and Magda were seemingly devoid of spite and malice, full of only love and lust. Just then, I decided to act as if I knew nothing and play along. I bet myself that Inga had done the same about Frederik and Bjorg until she could catch them in the act and surprise them by joining in.
Just then, I realized...if those two were bisexual, they might want to fuck me and have me fuck them? Could I do that part of the five-way? Well, I told myself, a mouth on my cock was still a mouth on my cock...the rest was negotiable along the line, though perhaps a stiff drink would steady my nerves enough to overcome any resistance to experimenting with such things. Besides, I strongly suspected that I would get to see some mother-daughter action, too. Something about both of my ladies, and yes, I still thought of Inga as mine on some level, hinted very much at bisexuality on their part and even mutual attraction, which frankly didn't surprise me. Both women were like Valkyries...lovely goddesses straight out of Norse mythology. I could easily picture Freya resembling them.
I was deep in such thought for a bit longer than I expected to be, so Magda caught me standing there and before I knew what she was about to do, she planted some very wet lips on my mouth. When I felt her tongue slide between my lips and encircle my own tongue, I couldn't help but return the kiss with a vengeance. I caressed my daughter's face in my hands as well, looking into her eyes as I noticed just how full they were of her love for me...those lovely blue orbs left no doubt of their affections for me...she was mine and I was hers, but unlike some women, she was happy to share her good fortune with others...and so was I.
"Daddy, were you eavesdropping?" Magda asked me, knowing from my facial expression and the way that I had been standing there that I was.
