Since I worked from home and Emma was usually home working on her Master's degree, she and I fell into an almost daily habit, often multiple times, of our mutual masturbation "shows" that we put on for each other. First, I just loved that we were always naked, and I had come to grips with getting turned on by my super-sexy daughter, as long as that's as far as it went. Simply being naked was usually enough to start one of us getting our engine revved up, then off we'd go.
She began buying sex toys from Amazon, which led to some interesting buying suggestion on my algorithm. I know that she wanted to take it further, for us to actually... do things, but I wasn't ready for that yet.
She found an amazing, and surprisingly cheap subscription porn website, and we started watching all sorts of categories of high quality porn that neither of us had explored before. So much bi porn is "forced" and "humiliated", which I hate, but here there were lots of scenes of couples just exploring, men confessing bi fantasies to their wives, women encouraging, asking him "just once for me", and other sexy set-ups. Emma found hot lesbian scenes with actual stories, some really funny, and the trans women section was out of this world. I had only been with one trans woman, my ex and I were seeing her for awhile, and Emma suggested maybe I should look at a trans dating sight.
She really pushed my boundaries by playing with her fantasies, too, like letting her fuck my ass with a realistic dildo, (bigger than me), while I jacked off. It really turned her on, and, although I'd only let a couple of lovers play with my ass a few times, seeing how excited she would get turned it into a regular thing for us. She even bought us matching butt plugs, then a larger size, and made no secret of how she wanted to peg me. She bought a strap-on harness and a couple of "as real as possible" dildos for it. She'd often wear one casually around the house, hinting "someday soon" in a sultry voice.
One day she announced that she had invited Jack and Janelle over the next Saturday for a BBQ and to watch a football game of his Alma Mater. I thought it was a great idea, as they hadn't been around much since Rae left. They were very close friends, and the closest Emma's ever had to Godparents, but she only recently discovered that, when Rae was still here, all four of us were playmates, and the MM videos of Jack and I were sexual catnip to Emma.
"And don't forget, you said if Jack and Janelle were into it..."
"Wait a minute, Emma. I said in that Extremely unlikely Event. You can't just surprise people with father/daughter stuff. Promise me you're not going to spring anything on them. A lot of people would have serious reservations about our little games."
"I will not surprise them with anything next Saturday. The worst I might do is make a joke if something comes up during Cards Against Humanity. You know, to see how they react. But I won't surprise them with anything new. Oh, I also remember that if you and Jack ever do put on a show, I'll call you that dirty name. But you'll have to earn it." I shuddered with lust.
Even with a gorgeous twenty-something naked and masturbating around the house, the week seemed to drag in anticipation of my dearest friends.
Seeing them really did my heart a world of good. Jack and I were dressed nearly identically in polo shirts and cargo shorts. Emma and Janelle both wore blue jean cutoffs and skimpy bikini tops. Since Emma was naked most of the time now, it was easy for me not to stare at her and come off like some creeper in front of our friends. I did a bit of creeping on Janelle, however, but due to our sexual history, and the fact that we all hadn't been together in months, she didn't mind the lusty glances, and even shook her tush for me now and then.
When Emma would do a little shaking for Jack, his eyebrows would go up, and I'd pretend not to notice. It also seemed that Emma and Janelle were pretty flirty with each other, but, then again, she was an adult now, and Janelle and Rae had always been pretty touchy-feely as well. Maybe Emma had always been in on the girl play and I hadn't noticed till now.
When the ball game was over, we had some drinks and played Uno. A couple hands in, Emma piped up.
"I know a secret," she said, in a sing-song way. My sphincter tightened, afraid that she would tell them about our masturbation shows.
"All right, I'll bite," I said. "What's your secret?"
"It's not my secret, it's Jack's," she said.
"Well it's not really your secret to tell then, is it?" I asked.
"I didn't say that I'd tell anyone, I just know it, that's all."
"So you have dirt on Jack, and you're publicly blackmailing him. Are you going to auction it off, or what?"
"It's not a bad secret, just interesting," she said with a big smile.
"Do you know about this?" I asked Jack.
"Yeah, it's OK," he sighed. "Go ahead, Emma, spill my secrets."
"Well, did you know that in college, Jack was a DJ?"
"No, I didn't," I answered.
"He was a DJ in a club. A STRIP club."
"Really? How come you never told me?" I asked.
"It never came up," he said.
"But that's not the big deal," Janelle said, picking up the story. "The big deal was that his cousin Abbie got him the job, because she was a stripper there, and then, his sister started working there, too. Think about it: Night after night, watching his sister on the pole, giving lap dances, doing girl-girl dances with her cousin on stage, and, and, and..."
"Abbie,," I asked. "Have I met her?"
"Almost sure you haven't," he answered.
"But Kat, how many times have you two met?" Janelle asked, looking at me. "How many pool parties, how many barely-there bikinis? Let's face it, Jack's sister is smokin' hot."
"Hell yes, she is," I said, jumping in the fun.
"Well, believe me, Abbie is no slouch, either. Imagine his suffering, every night, heading to work, knowing what he was going to have to endure. Kat told me that on their days off, she and Abbie would ask his advice on new outfits, rehearse new routines, have him judge competitions between the two. Offering him bribes..."
"It must have been hell, soldier," I said in my best Drill Sergeant voice. "How did you make it out alive?"
"Well, I did get the purple heart, wounded in action. But the worst part is the flashbacks. I duck and cover whenever I hear 'Pour Some Sugar On Me'," he said with mock sincerity as Emma burst out laughing.
"My poor baby," Janelle said, and leaned over to kiss his cheek.
"That's uh, amazing," I said, tossing my cards in the pile. We were clearly not coming back to the game. "So what is all this about guys?"
"There's more. Tell him, Uncle Jack, or you know I will," Emma said, and put on a silly-stern face, to let him know she meant business.
Calling him Uncle Jack got my attention. That was something she usually reserved for Christmas and birthdays. Like last year, shooting pool on Christmas Eve at Jack and Jan's place. She was keeping up with us, beer for beer, doing shots like a biker, and kicking Jack's ass at 9 ball.
But she was wearing the Tiara I got her as a kid at Disneyland, and when she was handed a present, she would use that silly spoiled Princess voice when tearing through wrapping paper. I thought she was too old to keep up the Shirley Temple act, and said so. Suddenly serious and sober, she informed me, in no uncertain terms, that no matter how old a girl gets, a Princess will wear her Tiara whenever she feels like it, and will always be excited to open presents. Janelle came over and draped her arm around Emma and they tried to look tough and threatening, but those beautiful smiles. Girl Power had beaten me again.
Jack cleared his throat, snapping my attention back.
"See, Strippers sometimes get an offer to earn a little extra money, really good money, by doing private parties. Not just a birthday stripper at the office, but like, bachelor parties where they put on a real show. I've known some strippers that will fuck the bachelor, or even the whole party, but Kat never did that. She, uh... She and another girl, usually Abbie, would work it and put on a live sex show together."
"Your sister and your cousin would put on a live sex show? Really?"
"That's right. And, to make sure the girls are safe, they bring..."
"Bodyguards," I said.
"We called ourselves 'chaperones', but yeah, you get the idea. Now, I was playing sports in college, and my arms were, well, I looked more intimidating than I do now, and Kat always had me chaperone for her, because she felt safer, and chaperone money was a helluva lot better than my DJ tip jar. Sometimes another guy would come along, depending on how many guys were going to be there. But I was always first choice, regardless. Don't get me wrong, I really appreciated the money, however, that also meant..."
