This is the second installment of the story branch involving Tim, his wife Kate, and their 18 year old daughter, Missy. This is a work of fiction, none of these people exist in the real world.
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Tim sat in his office, completely unable to think about work. Instead, he went over in his mind the shattering events of the previous night.
To begin with, he had overheard the erotic sounds of his wife and 18 year old daughter engaged in oral sex together. That alone would have been enough to occupy his bewildered thoughts today, because even now he was no clearer in his mind as to whether it horrified or stimulated him.
Surely, last night with his wife, Kate, it had been more of the latter, as he had engaged in very taboo roleplay with her. It had begun with her calling him "daddy," something they had done before and which seemed a harmless game. Then he had gone further with her, verbalizing and encouraging the fantasy as they had described to each other a scene where his wife watched him fucking their daughter, Missy.
Afterward, Tim had said to Kate, "So, tell me: How DOES our daughter's pussy taste?"
She had met that question with stunned silence for a few moments, followed by stubborn denial, as though she had no idea what he could be referring to, and for some reason, Tim decided not to push the issue, or at least to table it until he could think more clearly.
As Tim rolled these memories over in his mind, he suddenly realized that he was massaging his hard-on through his slacks. He stopped and placed both hands flat on his desk, growling quietly in frustration. He clenched his eyes shut, and the image of his wife and daughter laying on the bed together naked, both asking to be fucked, caused him to reach a fateful decision. All thoughts of morality took a leap out the window, and all that was left was a burning lust.
He got up from his desk, threw on his jacket and walked down the hall to Jerry's office. Jerry had been his best friend and business partner for over 20 years, and Tim considered asking his advice, then thought better of it. How would he even approach such a topic?
Instead, he poked his head in and said, "Hey, Jer, can you hold things down today? I'm not feeling well. Think I'll head home for the day."
Jerry looked up suddenly, as though he too had been lost in thought, "Um, yeah, Tim. Of course. Do we need to call off the weekend at the cabin tomorrow?"
"No, no," answered Tim, "It's nothing, really. I'm sure I'll be better tomorrow, just need a little rest."
"Ok," said Jerry, "Let me know if anything changes, but yeah I got you covered today. Head on home."
Tim thanked him and went to his car. As he made the drive, he thought about what he would do when he arrived at home. He figured that both Kate and Missy would likely be there, and he briefly considered calling to let them know he was on his way, but then realized that he hoped to once again discover them both in flagrante delicto.
He was disappointed upon pulling into the driveway, however, to see that Kate's car was gone. He walked into the house and called for Missy. There was no answer.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and called Kate.
"Hey baby," she answered right away.
Tim took a deep breath, not sure what he was going to say.
'Hi hon. I took off early today and just got home. Where are you?" he asked with a voice he hoped sounded more steady than he felt.
"Missy and I went shopping. We should be home in a few minutes... Um, everything ok?"
Kate's heart was pounding in her chest. They had indeed been out shopping, and they were in the car headed home. But the whole truth was they had been to an adult toy store and made several purchases, and that when Tim had called, Missy's fingers had been buried in Kate's pussy while she drove.
"Yeah, I'm fine. There is something I want to discuss with you both when you get home," said Tim, feeling more confidence in his voice.
"Ok, Tim. See you soon," said Kate, and hung up.
"What's wrong, Mom?" asked Missy.
Kate looked at her gorgeous daughter, with her silky blond hair and clear blue eyes. God, she was beautiful! She had inherited the best of both her parents, with Kate's beauty and Tim's intelligence. Her young tits were quite a bit smaller than Kate's, with sensitive pink nipples that got rock hard when Kate sucked on them - something she had been doing a lot of lately. She had long, smooth legs, a beautiful little cameltoe pussy, and perfect, dainty feet.
One of the purchases they'd made at the adult store was a strap-on dildo. Kate had hoped to fuck her with it, when they got home, while sucking on those little toes. Those plans were now on hold, and Tim's voice had had an odd quality to it. Kate was certain there was going to be trouble.
She smoothed her voice and said, "Well... nothing, really. That was your dad. He's home early and wants to talk to us."
"About?" prompted Missy.
"I'm not completely sure, but... well, I guess I should tell you so that you're prepared. He might want to talk about... I think he may have heard us last night."
"Oh my god," said Missy.
Kate pulled the car over and put it in park. Turning slightly she said, "There's more, and I don't know how you're going to take this."
"Mom," said Missy, "It's me. I mean, we are rather close at this point."
Kate laughed despite her anxiety.
"Yes, we are. Ok, out with it, then," Kate took a deep breath, "Your dad and I have always had a very rich sex life, and he's very aware that I'm bisexual. We've played around with other women and even another couple. But we've also, when we're alone together, fantasized at times about, um... well, about having a threesome with you. I realize how crazy that would sound, coming from anyone else, but I guess coming from the mother who eats her daughter's pussy on a regular basis..."
Kate shrugged.
"Um... and you think THAT is what Dad wants to talk about? Holy shit."
"Well, either that or he's extremely angry at us. I'm not certain what we're about to walk into."
Missy put a hand on Kate's bare leg and leaned over to give her a passionate kiss. Very quietly she said, "I'd love for you to watch Daddy fuck me, mom. I've thought about it, like, a million times. I will bet you that, even if he is angry, we can work together and, um... change his mind. I have a plan."
Missy outlined her idea, and Kate thought it was brilliant on several levels. This could work. It meant going for broke, but it really could work.
They walked into the house, and there was Tim, sitting on the couch in the front room. They immediately put their plan into motion.
Missy, in her pink miniskirt, white button-down blouse and high heels, knelt on the floor in front of him. Kate, on the other hand, draped herself across Tim's lap and lifted her skirt to expose her bare ass.
"I've been naughty, Tim. We both have." she said, raising her ass a bit.
Tim looked down at his wife in surprise, then across her at his daughter who was kneeling submissively before him. He quickly realized what was happening, however, and regained his composure. He placed his hand on his wife's perfect, round ass.
"I know you have. In fact, I know that you both have been very, VERY naughty, and you're both going to be punished," he said.
Without another word he brought his hand back and let it fly, smacking Kate's right butt-cheek hard with his palm.
Kate flinched and gasped. She enjoyed being spanked from time to time, but he had never slapped her ass as hard as he had just done. Was he truly angry? Kate was suddenly a bit frightened.
"I'm going to teach" - whack - "Both of you" - whack - "A lesson" - whack, whack - "That you'll not soon forget." Whack, whack, whack.
Tim slapped his wife's bare ass mercilessly. Already it was bright red and burning hot. Tears streamed down her face.
"Please, Tim," cried Kate, "I'm sorry!"
