Thanks to a great editor, my daughter, (and fantasy inspiration) we have been able to move the story along.
Alicia, the main protagonist, has a sexual appetite that started with yearnings for Rory, her stepfather, but we don't call him that, he is her dad, in every way but blood line, having brought her up since a small child.
Yearnings turned to lust, which has lead to seduction, sex, at first very reluctantly by Rory, then actually, more like wild sex, finally a threesome with Alicia and her friend, all kept secret from his loving wife, Thora.
She, Thora, in turn, has held, secretly, yearnings for some girl on girl action, and having accomplished that one afternoon, with a friend, things got heated immediately afterwards, and with the arrival of Alicia, and talk turned to ideas of a family threesome.
And that's where Pt. 6. ended.
Pt. 7. is all my daughter's creative mind, fantasy and talent. She talks, I type, so here goes.......
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Thora woke early, opened the curtains, saw the beautiful blue sky, and pulling on her dressing gown, she went downstairs and put the kettle on.
A quiet cup of tea might help. Her head was in a spin.
She sat at the table, head in hands and pondered the nightmare that erupted yesterday.
Sure, she loved the attention Sonya had given her, herself returning the love and affection that the 'girl on girl' action had aroused in her. That was fine, it was what happened later that stunned her.
Her mind was racing. Her eyes stared into the blue sky beyond.
But she didn't see it.
The voices, the images, still large and bright, were burned into her memory.
Her daughter, with an obscene vocal outburst, encouraging Rory to masturbate in front of them both, then Alicia sitting on his face, squatting and letting him, but even more so, wanting him, to suck her pussy, and finally, her own daughter attacking her pussy, bringing her to an orgasm.
"Fuck, what have I done!" she said to herself, full of guilt.
She jumped, turning her head quickly, as she felt hands on her shoulders.
"What have you done?" asked Rory, who had come to join her.
He looked at her, with tears running down her cheeks, and he held both her hands.
"Oh Rory, I've turned us into monsters, sexually depraved sex addicts," she cried.
"No, no you haven't. Alicia is a stunningly attractive woman, she's at the prime of her sexuality. Me, you know I'll shag you anytime, and well, you've always had a kinky side." he laughed, "Perhaps yesterday, we just let our feelings be known. It wasn't just you, it was all of us. Now drink your tea. Fancy a shag?"
They both laughed, as he used the back of his hand to wipe the tears from her face. He bent down and kissed the end of her pretty little nose.
He continued, "It's gone, let's move on, and perhaps she won't mention it."
And that's what they did.
That is until 48 hours later.
Alicia walked in the back door, "Hi folks, is it coffee time?"
"I think we need to talk," said Thora, coming down stairs into the kitchen.
"We certainly do," Alicia replied, "Wasn't it fun, can't wait for the next one!" Smiling from ear to ear, a wicked glint in her eyes.
"Ok, listen. Take your coat off, we'll have that coffee and we'll talk." said her mum.
So Alicia unzipped her coat, and heard a loud audible gasp. "What the fuck! What are you wearing?" shouted Thora.
"Oh, this? Just something I thought I'd put on for our coffee, cake and THE chat I knew would come up when I came round."
She stood by the kitchen table dressed in black high heeled shoes, black 10 denier stockings, a red garter belt and suspenders, the red satin french knickers and the red and black bustier she wore when Rory came calling the other day.
She dropped the coat to the floor in a theatrical manner, and stood there, tall, proud, statuesque, with her hands on her hips and a grin, going from ear to ear.
Thora was stunned, "And the idea of this is...........what?" she asked.
Replying, Alicia said "To let you know I don't what it to be a one time thing. I love sex and always have fancied some kinky stuff, and who better to get it on with than my mummy and daddy. You wouldn't want me going with strangers would you, and hubby isn't interested in sex. Full Stop! I'm lucky if he fancies a wank, never mind sex with me, and heaven forbid if I'd ever mention a threesome. Let's see what daddy thinks. D A D!" she bellowed, emphasising the drawn out shout.
Rory came down the stairs, nonchalantly walked into the kitchen, knowing Alicia was there, but........"Holy crap, what's going on, have I missed something?" he exclaimed seeing Alicia standing there, exhibiting herself.
"Like it?" she asked.
Thora answered for him, "No he doesn't, do you?"
Smiling, Rory thought for a moment, then tactfully stuttered, "Well, no, actually, yes, well not on you, oh I mean you look stunning, just if it was on someone else, oh shit, didn't mean just anyone."
He continued, "Yes, you look gorgeous, but I've not even had my cornflakes, put your coat on please."
Thora looked at him, "Tell her off, tell her we are not interested in her X rated porno games, and stop getting a hard on," as she looked across at his groin, where he clearly had got stimulated by seeing Alicia looking like a sex goddess.
Alicia walked past her coat, still lying on the floor, passed her mother and walked up to Rory.
She stood inches from him, reached behind her to unclasp her bustier bra, and with a shimmy, let it drop to the floor.
She was topless. Her breasts, all firm and round, protruded proudly and she was that close to him they touched his chest.
Her nipples were beyond hard, they were like steel nails. The pink bullets enticing her dad to touch them, but somehow he resisted.
Rory looked at Alicia, eye to eye contact, neither blinking, but both smiling.
Rory's hands remained clasped behind his back.
