Bob was in a daze for the next week. When Elizabeth and Jo returned on Monday, if they noticed his desolate mood they didn't comment. They kept out of his way, mainly in their shared bedroom from which they emerged, whispering and giggling. Bob didn't notice, so caught up with his own thoughts of Alice. He so much wanted to call her to see how she was, but was respectful of her wish that they should not see each other again. Little did he know that Alice hoped and prayed he would phone and each time her mobile rang her heart leapt only to come crashing down when it wasn't him calling.
Alice couldn't get thoughts of Bob out of her mind. The fun she'd had sending him her soiled knickers, getting squishy wondering what he was doing with them. And after all, it was just fun, what was the harm in that? But letting Bob touch her and lick her, eat her out, my God, she was flooding just recalling the beautiful sensations that he had given her. It seemed that she was in a constant state of arousal, that Bob had awoken feelings in her that had been long dormant.
Whatever she was doing she had to stop, go to the bedroom or bathroom and remove her knickers, smelling her fragrant juices and tasting them as Bob once did. Legs wide, she would pleasure herself over and over imagining Bobs tongue in place of her fingers, trying to recapture the exquisite feelings her had given her.
One time, she was scraping carrots at the sink, dropped the knife and ran to the bathroom with a large carrot and pushed it hard into her liquid, squishy pussy, squeezing her legs around it, tummy flipping, juices flowing, slapping her clit as she came hard. And nightly, her fingers delved deep inside her molten depths as her husband slept beside her and sobbed herself to sleep.
In the morning, Alice came to a decision. She would get in touch with Bob. She reasoned that what they were doing was fun, they both enjoyed it and it wasn't hurting anybody. The fact that they were both married was pushed to the furtherest corner of her mind, dwarfed to a minor insignificance compared to the flowy, flippy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She ran her hand down, lifted her skirt and pulled her knickers tight into herself, relishing the roughness against her moist pussy. Decision made, Alice was a happier person. Knowing that she would see her Bob once again, feel his tongue probing her depths, laving her sex, lapping her sweet juices, giving her such mind blowing orgasms. And she would not push him away again. Yes, she would definitely phone him tomorrow morning.
Meanwhile, Bob had decided he had to shake himself out of his dismal mood. Alice was gone and he must get over her. His knicker fetish, kept in check by Alice's regular posts was once more reasserting itself. He went to his room and took the old Samsonite case from his wardrobe. Spreading the six clip lock boxes on his bed, he opened them and laid Alice's knickers on the counterpane. He selected the first one she had sent, but the smells were faded, stale and grey. He tried the others but they were just the same, with barely a hint of the fresh, musky feminine scents of Alice. Disappointed, Bob replaced them in their boxes and back into the bottom of his wardrobe.
Having raided the laundry basket in the past, finding a pair of Elizabeth's knickers with a pleasing smell to him was a rare occurrence. She changed them twice daily and there was hardly anything tasty on them. However, needs must so he went to the bathroom and looked in the basket. His eyes widened with what he saw. At least six pairs of Elizabeth's seldom seen Victoria's Secret knickers and several other pairs which could only belong to Jo, his daughter. Bob selected a pair belonging to his wife and lifted them to his face inhaling deeply. A pungent tangy aroma of wee, overlaid by the fulsome scent of pussy juice invaded his nasal passages. He couldn't believe these were Elizabeth's knickers. He tried other pairs, they too were all pleasingly fragrant and tasty on his tongue.
His gaze settled on the slightly smaller knickers that were Jo's, expensive looking silky pairs in pale pastel colours, except one pair which was a dark crimson colour. He slowly reached for this pair, but what was he doing? She was his daughter and he shouldn't be lusting after the scent of her soiled knickers. But his hand was already on them, stained and damp with maybe a hint of warmth? His reservations vanished instantly. She would never know, would she? Raising them to his face, turning them inside out, his tongue licked the heavily stained gusset. Such a wonderful infusion of tastes and smells, fresh, feminine, peachy flavours assaulted his senses. He shoved the gusset into his mouth, sucking the heavenly concoction of his daughters bodily fluids. His cock lurched. Quickly stripping, he pulled the knickers up over his torso, straining to get them over his hips. His hardening penis was pushed down, barely being contained by the tight gusset. Taking two of his wife's knickers and, after dressing, he hurried back to his room to enjoy the fruits of his rummage in the laundry basket.
While Bob was thus occupied, mother and daughter were equally enjoying themselves, locked in a steamy, tongue tussling clinch. The scent of their recent passion filled the air, hands were thrust down each other knickers digging deep into their sopping pussies.
"Oh god that feels so wonderful, but please Jo, I want you to eat me again" Elizabeth begged.
Jo grinned, she knew exactly what her mother liked but wanted her to beg again. She moved down her mothers body, teasingly laying a kiss on her moist furry mons before proceeding down her left leg showering this in kisses and then sucking each of her ten toes.
"Please, Jo, don't be a tease," Elizabeth pleaded.
"What is it you want, Mother?" Jo teasingly asked.
"You know what I want, Jo." Elizabeth panted, stomach flipping, pussy flowing.
"But I want you to say it, Mother."
All part of the same game played between them. "I want your tongue deep inside me, sucking my juices, licking my hard little clitty till I cum over you. Then I want you to do it all again."
"Okay, Mother, you have been particularly good today. Here I come. Hope you're ready for me."
Jo kissed her way up her mother's right leg. When Elizabeth felt her daughters warm breath on her neglected pussy, she nearly screamed. "Fuck, Jo, eat me, eat me now!" She screeched.
At this precise moment, Bob, having satiated himself, and whether by good luck or misfortune, was passing their bedroom door. He heard Elizabeth scream her profanity and the words that followed, but it took time for his brain to absorb the meaning of what he had heard. He pressed his ear to the door straining to hear Elizabeth panting and mewling, coupled with lapping and slurping sounds and Jo's sighs of contentment.
Years of denied suspicions now had a firm foundation. Why Elizabeth spent a lot of time at Jo's, or her at our house. Why Elizabeth moved into Jo's old room and shared with her when she stayed. Whilst he did have these vague notions that something was going on between them, it wasn't particularly bothersome to him. After all, he had his own little pleasures which maybe counterbalanced her peccadillo, albeit a whopping great peccadillo it was. But incest? Should I be shocked? Strangely, though, he wasn't. In fact, his cock had hardened in his pants at the thought of Elizabeth and Jo indulging in lesbian sex. Or maybe it was just incest, or perhaps lesbian incest. He didn't know, or care. A smile crossed his face as he thought about how he could use this new found information. And his smile increased when it gave him an ideal opportunity to phone Alice to tell her. He would phone her in the morning.
When Elizabeth and Jo had climbed down from their sexual peak, already scaled many times that morning, they cuddled on the bed and got to talking about Bob.
"Do you think Dad has any clue what's going on with us?" Said Jo. "We are getting less careful and are taking far more chances than ever just lately. And you were rather noisy a while ago."
Elizabeth chuckled, "That old fart? I doubt if we did it in front of him he'd notice. Don't worry, Darling, I'm more concerned what he's up to. He's been acting very strangely this past week."
"You don't think that's about us, then?
"No, Jo. Even if he did find out, I can handle him. Let's not bother with dinner tonight and stay here. We've both of us eaten plenty anyway." Elizabeth said laughingly.
"Mmm, you know I love to fall asleep in your arms with our juices and smells still on us. But won't Dad come up?"
"He won't even miss us. Now spin around, Darling, and let's have more delicious dessert."
