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The sun streamed through the small opening in the window blinds and brought me out of my deep sleep. I was alone in bed and naked. The image of my wife, Amy and my daughter, Sue sharing Brad's semen burst into my mind and my cock sprang to life. I was extremely agitated with myself for my lack of courage to stop Brad from using them and even more alarmed that it excited me.
It was then that I heard the voices, first Sue's. "How could you do that, mom?" There was anger in her voice and it was apparent that they were arguing.
Amy's voice was too soft to hear but Sue yelled again. Well, not exactly a yell but in a tone that demonstrated that she was upset, very upset. "You were selfish. You were only thinking about yourself. How could you possibly do that to me?"
Silence followed and I got up. I quickly and quietly dressed, hoping to hear more. Thankfully, Sue was putting an end to this madness. She had come to her senses and was blaming her mother for her lack of judgment. I was so glad that Sue didn't come under that black man's hypnotic suggestions. Finally, my life would return to normal but I wondered if I could ever forget the sight of my wife, kneeling before Brad, sucking his enormous cock and then sharing a mouthful of cum with our eighteen year old daughter. Thankfully the daughter had more sense than either of us.
I made my way to the kitchen. It was a big, bright, cheery place but there was no cheer here this morning. I could see Amy first, sitting at the table, sipping coffee, looking concerned. She wore a cut off t-shirt that fell just under her breasts. I don't ever remember this article of clothing but she looked great as her full breasts moved the shirt material away from her body, revealing her rather firm stomach. It looked as if the only other clothing she had on were her panties.
I didn't see my daughter, Sue until I was completely in the room. She was standing, leaning against the kitchen counter. She had her arms folded defensively around her mid section which held my shirt, my dress shirt against her. The shirt did little to hide her beautiful, long, graceful legs and I was ashamed that I had touched my own daughter the previous evening and I was concerned that it would dramatically effect our relationship. I never wanted to jeopardize our togetherness.
Sue's head was down and she looked very, very unhappy. "Mom, how could you?" she asked in a softer tone.
Amy looked at her and responded with, "I'm sorry, baby. I'll never do that again."
Sue straightened and moved quickly towards the refrigerator and opened the door. In her hand was the jug of orange juice and she had her back to me as she poured a glass. She moved back to her previous spot but held the OJ in front of her as she turned and leaned back against the counter. One arm rested on the counter top, the other brought the drink to her mouth. Her movements caused her shirt, my shirt to open and I was presented with her naked body. She stood with her feet slightly apart and my eyes soaked in her lovely, tight thighs. She did nothing to cover her nakedness and one of her pear shaped breasts peeked from behind the opened shirt. She put the OJ down and looked at me, knowing that I could see her precious pussy and gave me a smirk as she noticed my erection.
Sue looked at her mother and asked, "never again?"
"Never, but I couldn't help myself, baby, you have to understand," her mother responded.
I was confused. What would never happen again. Why didn't my daughter cover herself, surely her mother knew that she was naked before me. Why didn't she say something?
Sue softly answered my questions when she directed the following towards her mother, "You could have at least let me suck it a little."
"You have to understand, Sue, once I started, it was like all I could think about was his cock. I just had to have it. I shared his cum with you, didn't I?'
Sue finally smiled as her hand went to her bare mound and said, "I guess I do, but you have to share, mom. All I could think about last night was his fantastic cock and what it would feel like in my mouth."
Amy sighed in relief and said, "maybe next time we can both ..."
Her sentence was interrupted by the phone. I was standing motionless, listening to my family profess their love for Brad's cock when the shrill ring surprised me.
"Hello," I answered.
"Well, hi stupid," said Brad. "How's the husband of the woman who loves to suck my cock and the father of the daughter I will eventually fuck?"
"I'm okay," I said meekly. Why couldn't I stop this from happening.
"Who is it?" asked Amy.
I covered the mouthpiece and whispered that it was Brad. Both of the women came beside me and I could swear that they giggled in anticipation.
I listened to Brad as he asked questions and I relayed them to Amy and Sue.
"Brad wants to know if you were thinking about him?" I asked, fulfilling my role as the resident wimp.
"They both said yes," I relayed to Brad.
"Tell them that my black cock is hard just thinking about them."
I relayed this to them and they giggled some more.
"Are they wet?" asked Brad.
I asked the women and they both nodded in agreement.
"Don't ask them, shit for brains, check for yourself. Tell me if my two pussies are wet and anxious for me."
"You want me to touch...." was all I got out before Brad yelled, "do it now and tell me."
"Brad wants me to check to see if you're really wet," I said softly, apologetically.
Sue was the first to step forward and grabbed my hand. She bought it to her pussy and pushed a finger inside her. "Tell him, daddy, tell him how wet I am."
I moved my finger around, inside her and marveled at how slippery she was.
Amy grabbed my other hand and mimicked Sue. I had the phone stuck between my head and my shoulder and the middle finger of each hand inside a different pussy. It almost seemed like Amy and Sue were having a competition to prove who was the most excited.
"Are you checking, you idiot?" screamed Brad, making his presence felt.
"They're both very excited, Brad," I answered obediently.
"How do they taste?" asked Brad, in an obvious attempt to make me suffer.
I brought each finger to my mouth and sucked. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to sink to my knees and bury my face into each delicious pussy.
In a halting breath, I answered, "they taste great."
"Good, now get your fucking hands off my property," demanded Brad.
"Did you get the camera, yet?" he asked.
"No, I just got up."
"Listen, Dave, go out shopping today and buy two cameras. I want one video and one for stills."
"How can I operate two cameras, Brad," I responded somewhat confused.
"You won't have to, I'm bringing someone with me to help, okay Dave? You don't have a problem with me bringing someone to help film me while I fuck your beautiful lady now, do you?"
"No," I whispered.
"Ask Amy, Dave. Ask her if it's okay."
I relayed the question to Amy and her response was "fine, when is he going to finally fuck me?"
