Chapter 4
I poured myself a drink. I felt like an ass. How could I have missed the signs that my daughter was with Annie? It was obvious in retrospect, but then it always is. Mia had always been more touchy-feely with Annie than her other female friends. It also explained why her boyfriends never lasted more than a month or two, with the exception of Todd. Any why Mia had decided to transfer closer to home.
I rubbed my head. Todd. He had to have known he was a beard. That explained why he didn't seem too down about the break up. I wondered if Mia had ever even put out for him.
Probably, I decided. The thought made my dick twitch. I couldn't help it. Mia was beautiful, and though I'd worried about Annie's influence on my daughter, I had to admit the half-Korean teen was a vixen. If she and Mia were in a relationship and my daughter still wanted dick on the side...
I gulped down the rest of my drink then took a deep breath. I was too horny to think straight. Getting lost in my own head wouldn't solve anything. To distract myself, I started prepping dinner.
I had just finished chopping onions when Mia and Annie came down. They perched themselves on bar stools and were chatting about some drama between two of their friends. I stared because they were both wearing old t-shirts of mine that I don't think I had seen in ten years.
"Where did you get those?" I asked, picking at my shirt to show them what I meant.
"Mom keeps them in a bin in the bottom of the guest room closet," Mia said. She shifted in her chair and stretched out the shirt. It was from an indie band that had put out one amazing album then vanished into the void. I hadn't thought of them in years.
I wasn't really thinking of them now. The shirts were large on the girls. Long enough to be dresses, though scandalously short ones. Mia's display of the band logo had raised the hem enough to show off the bright yellow crotch of her panties. Her smile broadened as my eyes flitted down, widened, then looked back up.
"You don't mind, right Daddy?" Mia asked with an overly juvenile tone.
Annie snorted, then leaned to whisper in Mia's ear while staring at my crotch. Mia giggled and whispered something back.
Embarrassed, I turned back to dinner prep to hide my erection. Mia and Annie chattered away. As I worked, I stole glances of their bodies. Their legs were bare and incredible. Annie had a flower tattoo on her left thigh that wrapped around her hip. And baby blue panties, which popped into view when she shuffled forward on her seat to reach her drink.
I was tossing things into the pan and trying not to make my leering too obvious when Claire joined us. Her cheeks were flushed and eyes bright. Even though she'd taken time to fix her hair and makeup, I knew the telltale signs of my wife post sex. She'd just fucked and it made me want her more. I was nearing a breaking point.
"Todd okay?" I asked, enjoying how my wife squirmed.
"Down for a nap," she said. "I don't think he'll be joining us for dinner."
She scanned my work, then bent down to check the oven. "Hot mitts. You need to put the bread on the lower rack."
I barely listened. Her dress was too short to bend like that and her thong-covered mound popped into view. There was cum clinging wetly to her thighs. I glanced over my shoulder to confirm Mia and Annie were distracted, then ran a finger up my wife's thighs and toyed with her messy pussy.
She stood up and glared at me. "Honey, not when I'm using the oven unless you want me to burn myself."
"Claire..."
She leaned in close, her hand wrapping around my needy erection. "Soon, babe."
She pecked me on the lips, then drew my sticky fingers to her lips where she sucked them gently. Out of the corner of my eye, I swear I could see Mia holding in a laugh.
We ate and talked about the lake and other banal things until I couldn't stand it anymore. I cleared my throat. The girls looked at me expectantly.
"Mia, I, uh, overheard you and Annie earlier," I said. I wasn't sure how else to continue, so I blurted it out. "Baby, are you gay?"
There was a long pause where I felt my anxiety building, then Annie busted out laughing.
"Mia loves cock too much to be gay. She'd live off cum if she could."
"Annie!" Mia launched herself over the table at her friend.
I gawked. My daughter's entire panty-clad ass was on display. The yellow panties were scrunched up between her cheeks. Her butt writhed when Annie countered with a fierce tickle attack.
Then I got the surprise of my life when Claire casually scooted her chair next to me and fondled my cock through my shorts.
"Mia isn't gay," Claire said, causing Annie and Mia to calm down some. "But she and Annie are a couple."
"You knew?"
"Not for sure until today. But I suspected."
I groaned as my wife's fondling turned to a subtle stroke. "Mia, baby, I'm so sorry."
"For what?" Mia said, suddenly looking concerned.
I couldn't help myself. The guilt I felt about icing out Annie, about failing to recognize something so important to my daughter just spilled out of me. I rambled. And I don't remember much of what I said. It came from the heart. And the cock, since Claire kept gently edging me the entire time.
"Daddy..." Mia said, her eyes so big and innocent. She untangled herself from Annie, the hem of the oversize shirt covering her panties again. She walked around the table and wrapped me in a hug.
She smelled divine. Shampoo and the lightest touch of a sweet perfume. No bra, either. I could feel the soft, warm mounds of her breasts against my arm. I thought it would end there, but suddenly Claire pulled Mia onto my lap. In one deft motion, my cock was out and into my daughter's wet pussy.
I gasped, shocked by the suddenness of my wife's sleight of hand and that she would do this with Annie sitting right there. There was no way I was stopping, though. Who was I to deny my wife and daughter?
Mia bit her lip and slid down until I was buried completely in her.
"Dad, you've got nothing to apologize for," she said.
"Bullshit." I looked over Mia's shoulder. "Annie, I'm sorry for the way I've treated you."
"It's--It's okay," Annie said with surprising emotion.
Claire moved around the table and hugged her. My cock twitched. Suddenly the image of Annie holding my wife's head between her legs popped into my mind. Claire had been with women before we were together. She hadn't confessed that until years after we'd married, and even though it had led to crazy sex, she'd clearly dealt with shame about her lesbian affairs.
"And Mia, honey, I'm sorry you felt like you had to hide this. I think that's my biggest failing. That I didn't create an environment where you felt you could be yourself." I paused as she clenched her pussy around me. "I'm sorry you felt like you needed to hide behind Todd."
"Hide behind him?" Mia asked.
"Isn't he your beard?" I asked.
She looked at me with confusion. I explained the term, and soon Annie and Mia were laughing too hard to speak. The effect on my cock was divine. The deep clenching of her muscles massaged my cock. At this rate, I was going to cum inside her right there at the dinner table.
"He's not my beard," Mia said at last. "We really were dating. Casually."
"More like fuck buddies," Annie added. "Mia needs dick, and after a
thorough
search process, she picked Todd as her regular booty call."
