"We're going to be late."
Tom Gates groaned out an apology. "Sorry- ugh. I'm just stressed."
Tori looked at the time on the dashboard, before leaning over her husband's cock and dropping another glob of spit onto the head. It dribbled down the head before meeting her hand, which spread her natural lubricant the rest of the way down his shaft. Her arm was starting to ache.
Sweat dripped down Tom's forehead as his wife jerked him off, his trousers tight around his thighs as the sun beamed down on their car and turned it into a sauna. He was still holding desperately onto the wheel with one hand as he was edged closer to orgasm. He was lasting longer than anticipated.
Tom was due a blowjob from his daughter tonight. It was a blowjob that had been on his mind for an entire week, and a blowjob he was certain he was desperate for. He was still full of dad guilt of course. He was even more guilt-ridden because he didn't care about the dad guilt anymore. And yet it was still there. It was annoying.
The three of them had tried to build a separation between what happened at home and what happened at the sex parties they attended together. The girls were becoming experts at acting like nothing happened. Tom found it difficult enough when he didn't know what was coming, but now that he did it was near impossible to pretend she was just his daughter at the dinner table. Could they really find a balance between intimacy at events and the rest of their lives?
He also knew how much of a tease his daughter was. He presumed he would get something the week prior, and he presumed to the point of centering himself as the main character ahead of his wife, and was duly punished for it. As difficult as it was to take, he admitted his ego had gotten the better of him and he accepted defeat. He had to sit back as Rebecca and Tori kissed and played with each other, his beautiful daughter making her own mother cum with her fingers.
They had teased him again after, and Tom sometimes wondered if they were really in on this together and planning events, though Tori denied it. Rebecca had told him that as the man of their house he was free to do what he wanted, and he didn't need to sit back and listen to his petulant daughter when she insisted she was in charge.
Tom had then promised her that next week he would get himself a blowjob, and she had agreed. As easy as that. Next week was now tonight. He assumed his little princess would have something in store for him. He didn't think she would make it so easy and fall to her knees just because he said so. She would have another game for him to play, or a tease for him to overcome before she gave him what she pretended he could demand from her.
He wanted that blowjob, and the idea that it might be as easy as she claimed was almost nauseating. On the drive to the venue he had gotten himself worked up, worrying to Tori about what would happen if he couldn't handle the pressure and blew his load too early. An embarrassing first blowjob could also be a last blowjob. Tori's offer to jerk him off before their arrival wasn't a serious one at first but Tom convinced himself that dropping one load early might aid his stamina later on.
"I'm going to cum." he finally growled, holding onto his wife's bicep like his life depended on it.
"It's about time." said Tori, giggling as she watched his face contort in pleasure. Tom grabbed a handful of tissues from the centre console and held them over his cockhead as he started to cum, pushing back into his seat as the orgasm ripped through him. Tori kept working him until he could take it no longer and stole his dick away from her, finally opening the window to let some air in now that his moaning couldn't be heard down the street. "In an hour you'll be back to new, ready for anything."
"Anything?" Tom asked.
"I don't know what's going to happen."
"Give me a kiss." he said, and his wife leaned over to meet his lips. "I still think you're lying."
Tori laughed, reaching down to squeeze his balls before he got the message and started to pull his pants back up. "This is not a conspiracy. We're not working together against you. Now hurry up, we're already late."
Tom turned on the engine and pulled out of the side street they had parked up in. His daughter was waiting for him.
**
The venue was different this time around. Rebecca had explained the change earlier in the week being due to a regular wanting to host for their birthday. It was a big enough place, two stories, with story high windows on the bottom floor. Thankfully the curtains were drawn. There was a pool and a jacuzzi in the back, but a no fucking policy in place for both. Tom and Tori enjoyed the breeze outside for a few minutes before entering, bringing them up to 25 minutes late upon arrival. They searched for their daughter, who was pouting when she saw them.
"I didn't think you were coming." she said.
Tom didn't know if he should reassure her, or tease her. Ego got him in trouble a week before, but confidence provided him with the promise of her soft lips at the end of the night. Was he in charge? Could he do and say whatever he wanted?
"My fault." Tori said, taking the initiative and the blame from her husband. "You look amazing, as always."
Rebecca smiled. "You look so hot, mum."
These two girls had shared something incredible a week before. The tension between them was just as powerful, something Tom had promised himself he would be more aware of. He followed his wife's lead, sending a compliment in his daughter's direction. "You look stunning."
She shot him a smirk in return. Tom found her more attractive every time he saw her as more of that dad guilt slipped away and the reality of how sexy she was stamped its authority. There was no theme tonight, so she was wearing a white mini dress that clung to her top half and loosened at the hips. White straps ran down the bits of thigh he could see, connecting to stockings at the knee. There was clearly lingerie underneath.
"What do you have planned tonight?" Tom asked, acting natural.
"I'm giving my blowjob class in 5 minutes. Are you ready?"
"Am I ready?" Tom asked, stupidly.
"Do you want to do it on stage or not? That's what you said."
"You can't be serious."
"It was your idea." said Rebecca, who was completely unmoved.
"What kind of game are you playing?" Tom asked. The girls looked at each other and laughed in response. "I know you're both fucking with me."
"We are not fucking with you!" Tori insisted. She was squeezing his hand tightly. "Why are you being so cynical about this?"
"I think you're both talking behind my back at home and planning what happens and how you're going to mess with me."
Rebecca scoffed at the suggestion. "You're such a baby. There's no game being played. Getting a blowjob up on stage was your idea and if you want it then now is your chance."
Tom had two overwhelming feelings. The first was that he had gotten a little carried away the week prior in asking for an onstage blowjob from his daughter. He would probably prefer to do it in privacy, if she was being genuine in her offer. The second was that he had been jerked off to orgasm about 15 minutes ago and he was still in his refractory period. If she was being honest about sucking his cock on stage, the idea of going up there and not being able to get hard was not worth the risk. "I want to hang out with your mum first. I'll take it later."
"Okay daddy." she knowingly teased, taking him back to a week prior when she used that word for the first time, in this adult context at least. "You're in charge remember."
"I'm sure I am."
"You are." she agreed, steadfast in tone. "You two can come and watch if you want. You haven't actually seen me work my magic yet."
Tom was less interested in this proposal. If he was going to see her lips around a cock then he would prefer to see them around his own. No need to spoil the surprise by watching her enjoy someone else first. The last time he had watched her on stage she had teased him by rejecting his attempt to join her and using her mother to jerk off Jason instead, so he was a little nervous about something similar occurring. "We'll start with a drink. You go and do your thing and we'll catch up with your later."
Rebecca shrugged and then smiled. "Okay, see you soon." she said, before leaving her parents to do their own thing.
Tom and Tori headed in the direction of the bar. It wasn't an actual bar like in their usual venue, but a small bar on wheels that had been set up in an office room. There were spirits and wines on offer, but no draught lager on tap. There were a few couches dotted around and Tori claimed one while Tom ordered them a glass of red each.
"So now you turn down blowjobs?" Tori teased as he sat himself down beside her.
"Turning down blowjobs from your daughter used to be considered a fatherly thing to do."
"I don't know if you've noticed this but our family has been going through some changes. She fingered me last week, Tom. She made me come. We've kissed. Everything we have done so far I wanted. I was nervous too but I don't regret any of it. She is ready to share that with you now. If you keep doubting her desires for you or questioning her motives then she's going to think you don't want to be with her. Imagine how much you might regret that."
Tom took a deep breath. His wife was often right, and he could see that she was now too. "I know what I want. She's just such a flirt. I'm being a prick about it, aren't I?"
"Not a prick." Tori said, stroking her nails along her husband's jawline. "You're treating it like it's a competition. She's doing the same thing. You like teasing each other. I think it's time to let it go and just enjoy yourselves."
