The first few weeks that followed the change in relationship between my daughter and me were rough. At home, I was fine, even horny much of the time. Heather was more than happy to take care of that feeling. But, away from the house, shame often crept into my mind. I felt that people could see right through me, as if they knew of the debauchery that was taking place in my home. I imagined expressions of scorn on the faces of people everywhere.
The lowest point happened about a week after it all began. I was at my ex-wife's house, picking up Rebecca for the weekend.
"How's Heather doing," she asked.
"She's fine," I snapped back too quickly. "Why do you ask?"
I could see my ex- didn't know quite what to make of my response. Her reply was guarded and her confusion was obvious.
"Because, I'm her mother. And, I am curious."
I gathered Rebecca's things together as quickly, yet casually, as I could and got out of there.
Rebecca was only twelve at the time, and, at least around me, acted even younger. She was a daddy's girl if ever there was one. When she, or anyone else visited, Heather slipped easily back into her role as my daughter. I, however, was a nervous wreck, worried about discovery at every turn. Rebecca, nor anyone else, ever grew wise, as far as I knew.
As time marched on, Heather and I, especially I, grew more comfortable with each other and the situation. Each time I came home from work, I had found Heather wearing less and less clothing, until eventually, she was completely nude, all the time. More often than not, Samantha was at our house as well, and also nude.
I had grown to look forward to finding Heather in her nakedness when I walked in the door. If Sam was there, rest assured, I'd find them in some act of lovemaking, or, at the very least, frisky playfulness.
The day before Thanksgiving, a little over a month after we had begun our playing, I'd knocked off work early. The girls had an early day at school as well. When I opened the door, I was smacked in the face by the sounds of Sam being rocketed to an orgasm. Various sexual toys, many shiny with juices, lay about the living room.
Sam was sunken into the big sofa, her skin mottled, her hair disheveled from what must have been a couple of hours of pleasure. Heather lifted her head from between her friend's legs. Her chin and cheeks were slick with Sam's cum.
"You hungry, Dad?"
I took in the sight of Heather kneeling on the floor. Her smooth pussy peeked from between her creamy thighs. It was crimson and puffy from continuous excitement. A long string hung from her exposed asshole.
Beads
, I smiled to myself.
"You know, I think I'm gonna shower first," I replied, pointing in the direction of the bathroom.
Being a bricklayer, I only had to show up on a jobsite and I felt unclean. It didn't matter if we only worked half the day. I needed to get the mortar off my hands and the dust out of my hair. I hated to turn my back on the display before me, but I decided I'd be quick about cleaning up.
I didn't hear the bathroom door open, nor did I realize I wasn't alone in there until the shower curtain was pulled back. Sam's bright smiling face appeared.
"Need someone to wash your back," she asked stepping past the curtain and into the tub.
I wrapped my arms around her and held her naked body tight to me, coating her tits and belly with soap from my chest and stomach. We were playfully sliding our bodies back and forth over one another when Heather slipped into the shower and wrapped her arms around me from behind. I felt the heat from her stiff nipples burn into my back.
I kissed Samantha deeply, twisting with her soft tongue, entwining my fingers into her hair before turning around to face Heather. My daughter withdrew a bit, pulled the body wash from its perch and held it up. Slowly, she drizzled it onto her tits. The cool blue liquid rolled over her curves, down her smooth stomach, then disappeared between her legs. When she was satisfied and had replaced the soap, I held her tight to me, moving my slippery body erotically across hers.
I kissed Heather as I had her friend, our tongues taking turns exploring the other's mouth. Sam knelt down and made her way around my legs. When I felt her there, I backed my groin away from Heather's pussy. My cock had been nestled between her legs and was solid with excitement. Sam grabbed hold of me, and began a slow tongue dance up and down the length of my shaft.
I let my hands roam over Heather's slick upper body, feeling the softness of her skin and the weight of her tits in my hands. Her nipples were engorged and thick. I rolled them between my fingers, bringing them even tighter, more wrinkled, and larger. Sam had half my cock in her mouth, working me in and out with a slow steady rhythm, pumping and squeezing lightly with her fingers.
I leaned down and took one of Heather's nipples into my mouth. With my arms wrapped around her I allowed my hands to roam down her back to her cheeks. Playing my fingers along the soapy crease, I felt the string I'd noticed earlier.
Sam was alternating between flicking her tongue against the tip of my cock and sinking her face onto it completely. I thrilled at the sensation of my cock at the back of her throat and her nose pressed into my sparse pubic hair. My cock lurched in her hand each time she tasted away the seminal fluid that was flowing steadily from the tip.
"What have you got here," I asked Heather in a raspy whisper, tugging gently on the string.
"You like?"
I smiled my approval and switched my attention to her other nipple, holding it with my lips and flicking my tongue over it rapidly. Sam had removed herself from my cock and turned to face Heather. With her hands on her thighs, she hungrily pressed her mouth to my daughter's pussy. Her tongue found its mark on Heather's clit. She moaned her satisfaction and lifted her foot onto the tub edge, giving her friend complete access.
