My only thoughts that night after the shower incident, were the fears that the new would wear off of this recent adventure and my beautiful daughter Lena would fail to find her dad exciting any more. But even those fears were short lived. I was absolutely spent and when sleep crept over me, I was gone. They say dreams last only seconds, but my dream that night was too real. Dreaming of Lena's mouth on my cock, I woke to a start, afraid that I might cum on the sheets of her guest bed. I sat up quickly to see Lena at the foot of my bed grinning.
"I just came in to wake you up. Then I saw you had this huge woody. I hope it was me you were dreaming about. I watched you for quite a while, wishing you would cum like that, but, alas, you disappointed your little girl. Oh well, on to bigger and better things, no pun intended, Dad," she laughed as she pointed to my sheet-covered erection. "Let's get moving. We have a breakfast date in 45 minutes."
"Breakfast date? But I thought we were…., Lena, wait. A date where, with who?" No answers, Lena was on the move and I found myself grumbling over this turn of events. Had she already grown tired of my fatherly indecencies? I was sitting at the kitchen bar when Lena appeared. My heart jumped when she announced her attire.
"Presenting Lena, the Slut, dressed to please her horny dad. Barely visible to the human eye are bikini panties, pulled tight into the crack of her ass and pussy, and straining hard to cut her in half." Lena did a slow, teasing turn as she spoke. "And covering the suicidal panties are shorts snugly fitting and exposing the grotesque and infamous Camel Hump. But fear not my minions, for I hope to be shed of these tortures soon," Lena exalted.
I was very pleased that Lena had done this for my benefit. I loved the outline of her pussy and the thought of the panties riding deep into her slit, but mostly I loved the fact that she hadn't tired of our fun.
"You look great, are you sure we have to go to breakfast? You look good enough to eat," I said.
"Don't start that shit," Lena announced. "I feel uncomfortable enough without having a wet crotch from thinking about what you're going to do to me."
"Ok, but just remember, while we're out there in public, showing the world that spectacular Camel Hump, that we could be back here with my tongue in your pussy," I giggled, as I walked to the door, leaving Lena standing there in thought.
It wasn't until we were pulling into the nearby café that I realized we were meeting Donna.
"Oh, Lena, this is not a good idea. I'm taking you home, then, I'm out of here. We'll deal with this another time," I insisted.
"Just hang on, Pops. Let's just play it by ear. If things don't go smooth, we'll bail out without her knowing anything," Lena pleaded. "She suspects that we're fooling around anyway."
Before I could speak, Donna appeared at the driver's window.
"Well it's about time, you guys," she said. "Come on, I'm starving."
Donna led the threesome into the small restaurant. It wasn't until we started to sit that Donna noticed what Lena was wearing.
"Girl friend! Look at you! You are hot today. My word what's going on," she asked?
"Oh don't get cute," Lena sniped. "Dad just said I dressed like an old woman, so I thought I would try something new. Listen, there's something we need to talk about."
"I guess I knew you just didn't want my company this morning. What's up, Girl," Donna asked?
"You remember that deal a few years ago with your nephew? You know, the one I ended up giving a hand job to?", Lena started. "Well I need you to kind of return the favor."
Donna's mouth dropped and her eyes darted from me to Lena. "Jesus, Lena, not in front of your Dad," she said.
"No, no, he's cool, Donna. In fact, that's who I want the favor for," Lena said. " Now listen, Donna. You told me a long time ago that you thought your Dad was sexy, remember? Well, I am finding myself attracted to this old fart and the feeling is mutual. And we don't want to make the mistake of sleeping together. So you come in as a surrogate lover for me. It's one of those deals where I saddle him up and you ride him home. And you told me that you think my Dad is sexy, right?"
Donna was speechless. She stammered and blushed and her eyes were locked on Lena's.
"Lena, I can't believe this. You're actually asking me to fuck your dad? And you two are already doing...what? I am really confused," Donna said as she shook her head from side to side.
"It's not really rocket science, Donna. We've been doing a little fooling around and want you to join us," Lena explained. "I mean Dad has already seen everything you have to offer, remember? And you have always bragged about loving good sex. If it's not good for everybody then we call it a mistake and move on. What do you say? I'll bet if this wasn't my Dad, and just some good looking stud, you wouldn't be stalling. Come on, we've never shared a guy before."
"I can't believe I am even considering this. This is another one of your sick jokes, right," Donna asked?
"No joke, Kiddo. Just tell me yes or no, we're burning daylight and you don't want to miss out on some of the things this kinky old fucker pulls," Lena answered.
Donna pondered for a moment, then said, "I guess you know this is going to cost you breakfast, and you aren't going to shave me again."
We all laughed like school kids and ordered breakfast. As the last scraps of toast lay on our plates, I turned the conversation to a more serious note.
"Just something for you guys to consider, are you both ready to be sexually active with EACH OTHER? Have you considered that there is bound to be some interaction between you? Are you both OK with that?"
They were both so serious as they thought, and neither spoke.
"Well girls, here's the test. Are either of your pussies wet thinking about what we're going to do? If they are, you're ready. If not, we need to reconsider. Lena?" I asked.
Lena thought for a moment, then slid her chair back, spread her legs and displayed the wetness spreading across the crotch of her tight shorts.
"Can you beat that?", she said to Donna
"It's close, girl. Let's get the fuck out of here," Donna answered.
The laughter started again and we all headed for Lena's house, with Lena constantly watching to make sure Donna didn't chicken out.