Sophia’s Incestuous Choices

Author's Note:

This is the third part of an ongoing story with multiple chapters, and it picks up without a recap from the previous parts. Although you can probably jump in and still enjoy the narrative, I recommend you start at the beginning with Part 1 to get the full background and context going forward. Either way, I hope you take some time and enjoy the journey.

If you're just joining us, this is a story involving parent/offspring incest, but one that takes a circuitous, sexy, non-traditional path. This Part clears up the mystery of Sophia's original nude sent to her parents, and pushes the incestuous fantasies and erotic interactions of the family.

This a work of fiction; any resemblance to any person or event, past or present, is unintentional and coincidental. Everyone involved is over 18 years old.

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Chapter 8:

What a world. Confessions of sexual fantasies, incestuous desires—and unbelievable explicit discussions. My daughter Sophia and wife Angeline masturbating together and verbally "sexting" with each other. And Sophia evidently had fantasies about her parents—her mother and I—fucking. Or maybe more.

I shook my head in wonder at how I ended up in such a bizarre, sexy, salacious universe. And eagerly continued my quest to satisfy my curiosity and fantasies.

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Two days after learning how Angeline had graphically described fucking me to our daughter, she and I sat outside on lounge chairs near our pool, sipping some wine and enjoying the sunset. I mentioned that I hadn't had a chance to connect with Sophia about our situation and asked Angeline how and what Sophia was feeling and thinking.

Angeline said that Sophia was happy and relieved by my acceptance and glad that her special times with her Mom could continue; she also thought it was arousing that I knew about their masturbating and taking all the sexy photos.

I honed in on the topic of photographs. "What did she actually say about the pictures of you two?" I asked.

"Pretty much that," Angeline replied. "Sophia asked me how much detail I shared with you about the photos—specifically about how graphic my descriptions were. When I explained what I told you, she said, 'It might be kind of pervy, but I think it's exciting that Dad knows we took all those pics.' Then she asked if you had ever asked to see them."

I half-listened to her last comment. I was stuck on the idea that my daughter was excited I knew about the graphic photos. I absent-mindedly murmured, "Uh-huh."

Angeline turned to me, her expression suddenly puzzled. "Which makes me wonder; why haven't you asked more about the photos or asked to see them? Sophia's or mine. Seems out of character for you."

My focus snapped to attention. I could hardly say it was because I'd already seen them and had secretly taken copies—at least the ones of Sophia. Instead, I seized on what I saw as the opportune moment to address the sex pic that Angeline and I received from Sophia's phone.

The missing piece of the puzzle.

I pursed my lips and locked my gaze on Angeline. "Yes, well, let me explain that in a minute. Because first, since we're on the topic of sex pics, I think we need to address the young, provocative elephant in the room—the specific naked photo of Sophia we received a few weeks ago. Before I found out about you two."

Angeline sat quietly with an unreadable expression.

"You know, the one sent from Sophia's phone to both of us? The very naked, explicit pic?"

Angeline just shrugged, seemingly reticent to talk about the matter.

"You do know what I'm talking about, right?" I asked.

Angeline sighed and nodded. "Yes, and it's complicated."

"But you know who sent it and why," I stated rather than questioned.

"Yes, I know all about it. And it was more confusing than successful; nothing happened as expected," Angeline said with a frown.

I felt like a frustrated archeologist trying to clarify a historical event through incomplete fragments of evidence.

"Ok, well, that wasn't really helpful," I said. "Can you please tell me about the photo without being so cryptic?" I looked at Angeline with my best puppy-dog eyes. "Pretty please?"

A tiny grin twitched at the corner of Angeline's mouth. She nodded. "Ok, yes; you deserve the whole story," she said. "But it's not entirely my story to tell. I think, at this point, Sophia should be part of this conversation."

My eyebrows lifted with surprise. I didn't expect Angeline's response or her request. "Ok with me, I guess; I'll defer to your judgment since you have the facts and information."

"I'll run and get her," Angeline said. She popped up and disappeared into the house.

My pulse quickened with nervous anticipation. I was intrigued, anxious, and eager.

Finally, I'll get to the bottom of this whole thing—at least, I hope so.

Sophia and Angeline appeared a few minutes later. I watched as the two beautiful women approached me, holding hands. So similar in so many respects. So sexy.

My wife and daughter were the same height, and their toned bodies exuded inner strength and barely contained passion. Their lustrous hair cascaded at different lengths but was the same dark color—nearly black—with hints of copper subtly shimmering in the fading sunlight. Both had firm, braless breasts that wobbled slightly against the thin fabric of their shirts as they walked. I felt a warm flutter in my belly.

Damn, they could almost be sisters; sexy, hot sisters.

"Hey, Dad," Sophia said quietly and plopped down on the chair beside me. Angeline slid a second chair over, so we formed a triangle.

"Hey," I said. I gazed at my gorgeous wife and daughter. I met their deep, chocolate-brown eyes and wondered for the umpteenth time how I could be so damn lucky. I turned to Sophia. "So, Mom told you what we were talking about, right? And that she thought you should be here?"

Sophia glanced at Angeline, then back at me, then nodded once. "Yes," Sophia said. Before I could say anything, Sophia continued in a rush, "And I'm glad we're finally talking about this—about my nude pic—it was so weird that no one brought it up before. I was beginning to wonder if you got the pic or if you were so angry you didn't want to talk about it." Her voice dropped to barely above a whisper. "Or maybe you were too disgusted by me."

Hearing her tiny voice, filled with worry and fear of rejection, broke my heart. It never occurred to me that my silence might have caused her distress. I hadn't realized how significant the act must have been for her or how crucial my response would be. But, at that moment, I felt only overwhelming love and concern for my daughter.

"Oh, god, no, sweetie," I said, reaching for her hand. "I was never angry or remotely disgusted; I was shocked, caught off guard, and confused, yes. But not once did I think something bad about you." Sophia's eyes softened, and she squeezed my hand in response to my reassurance. "That's not why I didn't talk about it right away." Sophia looked at me quizzically, with some apprehension.

I took a deep breath. Reflected back on the explicit naked picture texted to me from Sophie's phone. "When I first saw the photo, I thought you'd sent it to me by accident—that someone else was supposed to get it. Then I considered that maybe someone else used your phone and had sent it without your knowledge. I debated what or if I should do anything—I was doubly confused when I saw that your Mom also got the pic but didn't say anything."

Sophia locked her gaze on me as I spoke, taking in everything. I paused a moment, then I continued. "I went through a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts, trying to figure out what had happened and why. Looking back, I don't really know why I didn't address it right away—I probably should have. But, in my confusion, I decided to wait and see what either of you did or said. I think I was intrigued to see what would happen if I didn't do or say anything."

I glanced at Angeline with a wry smile, then focused back on Sophia. "The irony is that I'd finally decided to bring it up with your Mom and was on my way to talk to her when I walked in on you two."

"I'm sorry, Dad," Sophia said with concern. "We didn't think things would happen like they did."

"We?" I said, looking from Sophia to Angeline.

"Yes," Angeline spoke first. "We sent the photo. The two of us. We decided together to send it."

"Why?" I blurted involuntarily. I looked at them, mystified. "I did not expect that at all."

"First, let me also apologize," said Angeline, her voice filled with regret. "We didn't think it would confuse or upset you—that was not our intent." I was about to say something, but Angeline raised her hand and said, "Hang on a second. Let me explain, and I think things will make more sense."

I nodded. "Got it—consider my tongue bitten." I glanced at Sophia; she nodded in agreement.

"Ok," Angeline began. "Remember how I told you that what felt most wrong was keeping our newfound connection a secret from you? That it bothered me and I wanted you to know about our wonderful experiences?"

"Yes," I said slowly.

"Well," Angeline continued. "We decided to let you know what had been happening but were worried about how to bring it up and your possible reaction."

My baffled expression must have been priceless. Angeline smiled understandingly, then said, "What we'd been doing had evolved over time, and we were pretty engaged with each other by that point; we had no idea how you would react or what your feelings were on the subject."

"The subject?" I asked.

"The subject of us together," Angeline said. "Your feelings or attitude about a mother and daughter being so open sexually and interacting in a sexual way that most would consider incestuous."

"We were worried," Sophia added. "Worried you would think we were bad, or doing something wrong, or would reject us; the things we discussed last week. The reactions you assured us you didn't feel after you found us. But we didn't know that then—how you would react—when we decided to tell you about our special times." Sophia gave a curt nod as if she'd clarified the matter.

"I can appreciate that and understand your concerns," I said. "But why send the photo? How does that fit into all of this?"

"Well, that's where the 'didn't think things through' part of this comes into play," Angeline said. "We assumed you would address getting the photo right away by either confronting Sophia or mentioning it to me. We sent it to both of us so you wouldn't worry about raising the matter with me since you knew I already knew about it. But you never mentioned it—to either of us—so we never got the chance to gauge your reactions."

I

nearly

followed the logic but hadn't grasped the complete picture. "Gauge my reactions...  to a nude photo of my daughter? How would that help with anything? And why send that picture at all? Why not just talk to me?"

"In hindsight, those are excellent points," Angeline said dryly. "At the time, we thought we had all sorts of scenarios covered—but we were wrong, as it turned out."

I shook my head in confusion, my mind trying to sort out the piecemeal information I was being fed. "Ok, so... I seem to be missing something here because I still don't get it. Tell me again; why exactly did you send the photo?"

Angeline gathered her thoughts. "We thought that if we talked after you got the photo, we would get a feel for how you felt about Sophia's creating or sending explicit nudity. If you were ok with that, then Sophia or I would let you know that I took the pic of her so you'd have an idea that the two of us were up to something sexual, and we could see how you reacted to that. Then, if you still seemed positive, we would play it by ear and figure out how much more to involve and inform you."

"Seems like a pretty convoluted plan, I'm sorry to say," I said, bemused. "But say my reaction wasn't positive, and I'd exploded with outrage and condemned the photo. What would have happened then, according to your intricate playbook?"

"Plausible denial," Angeline and Sophia said in unison, then laughed. I smiled and flicked my eyes back and forth between them. They'd obviously discussed this in advance. I raised my eyebrows and waited.

Sophia took over their explanation. "If you had a strong negative reaction to my naked photo, that would've signaled that you probably would disapprove of Mom taking it and our sexy connections. In that case, only knowing about the one nude of me, I could say I accidentally sent it to you and Mom and apologize for upsetting you. You might still be mad about my sending an explicit pic to some unknown person, but it would take incest off the table."

I nodded. "So the plan was, if I didn't react negatively or if I seemed positive, you would use the sexy pic as a springboard to spoon-feed me bits at a time about your relationship to reveal, discuss, and weigh my reactions."

"Yes, exactly," Sophia said excitedly. You nailed it." Then, her face fell slightly. "But you didn't mention getting the photo, so our plan was never implemented. And I thought all this time my picture had put you off and that you were angry or disgusted by me."

I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could speak, Sophia's expression lightened. "Thankfully, you are such a wonderful Dad and accepted us and our situation."

"Well, I guess it's a moot point now, anyway, since we've gone far beyond assessing my reaction to a photograph," I said. I looked pointedly at Sophia. "And just so you know, I was not put off by your picture; after my initial shock, I realized how beautiful and sexy you've become, just like your Mother."

Sophia smiled at my compliment, pink blossoming on her cheeks. "Are you saying...  um, that you liked the photo of me?"

"Yes," I said. "Sophia, you are a stunningly beautiful young woman, and your photo is erotic and alluring."

Sophia looked pleased. "So, do you still have it?" She asked tentatively. "And... and do you ever look at it?"

"Yes, and yes," I said, my eyes crinkling. "I mean, obviously, I looked at it when I received it, and now and then when I was trying to figure out why, how, and who sent it. And then, several more times since Mom told me how the two of you spent hours wandering naked and taking erotic photos."

"What do you think when you look at it?" Sophia probed, a touch more confidently. "About me posing like that with Mom?" Her demeanor was shifting from apprehensive uncertainty to eager inquisitiveness.

I weighed how forthright I should be, concerned with how Angeline and Sophia would react to my getting aroused by a photo of my naked daughter. I answered carefully, "I found the idea of the two of you posing and taking sexy pictures, well, appealing—and the photo was a sampling of the results."

"When you say 'appealing,' you mean arousing?" Sophia asked with a twinkle in her eyes. Her confidence was fully restored.

"I suppose so," I admitted. "Picturing the two of you, naked and sexy, taking nude photos; yes, arousing would be accurate. And since I'd seen more than that in real life, it wasn't hard to envision."

Sophia thoughtfully bit her lip, then nodded as if she'd decided something. "I'm wondering. Um... well, we have the pics from that day." She looked to her Mom for confirmation, who nodded in agreement. "We could show you... if you'd like." Her look of expectation was adorable.

Before I could respond, Angeline asked coyly, "Yes, dear, would you like that? Would you like to see more naked pictures your wife took of our sexy daughter?"

I paused momentarily as I swallowed—my mouth had suddenly gone dry.

What the fuck? My wife is offering to show me explicit naked pictures of our daughter. Like she wants me to see Sophia like that. And wants to look at the pics all together.

I wasn't sure if I was being set up and was wary of some sort of trap. But I also felt we were at a turning point and that my wife and daughter were carefully gauging my reactions. I wanted them to know in no uncertain terms that I was fully on board with this new, open, sexy... whatever it was that was happening.

So I bit the bullet and decided to test their offer's sincerity. "I'd love that. If you're comfortable sharing." I spoke to both women but focused primarily on Angeline to observe her reaction. They both looked relieved and excited at the prospect, so I confirmed my affirmation. "I think it's a great idea." I smiled. "An

appealing

idea."

Sophia looked relieved and bit her lip with a coy smile, her eyes flaring with excitement. Angeline gave me a knowing look of approval. Any residual concerns either woman had seemed to have been replaced by anticipation and enthusiasm.

Of course, they didn't know I'd already seen the sexy nudes of Sophia that Angeline had taken—the ones I'd found and copied from my wife's phone. I wasn't ready to disclose that, then or maybe ever. And I was really anxious to see Sophia's photos of Angeline since I hadn't seen any of those yet. Because I'd seen Sophia's nudes, a bit of deflection and a nudge sideways seemed an intriguing course of action.

I turned to Sophia. "And while we're on the subject, Mom said that you also took some sexy pics of her that day. Do you still have those? I'd love to see those too, as well as the ones that Mom took of you."

Angeline grinned, her face flushed slightly. "Naughty boy, you can see me naked anytime; why would you want to see nude photos of me?"

After 25 years of marriage, I was attuned to the feminine psyche enough to recognize a potential trap—like having to respond to the question, "Does this dress make me look fat?" Fortunately, it was unnecessary to deflect, prevaricate, or lie in that case. I gladly told the truth.

"Because you're hot, sexy, and beautiful, and photos can be erotic, artistic, enticing, and arousing. With the right subject, of course." I gave Angeline a lascivious look. "Which you are." I looked at my daughter and added, "You both are."

Sophia blushed, her eyes flaring with appreciation at my words. Angeline smiled coyly and ran the tip of her tongue along her lips.

"I haven't seen all of my pics yet, now that you mention it," Angeline said. Then she turned to Sophia, "I'd also like to see them. And, it'd be fun for Dad and me to see them together with you, as the photographer, presenting them, of course."

Sexual sparks flared, and heat stirred in my groin. I was loving the direction the conversation was taking us. "That would be hot," I added, looking at Sophia. "Do you have them handy? We could go through those together as well as the ones of you."

"Yep. I have the ones of Mom here on my phone." Sophia jumped up and pulled her phone out of her pocket. "Just give me a sec to find them."

I pulled Angeline onto my lap so we could see the small screen together. My cock stirred with anticipation, pressing against Angeline's backside. The situation—my daughter and wife about to show me their sexy, naked photos—was erotic and fortuitous.

I wasn't disappointed; the pictures turned out to be creative, fun, and hot as fuck.

"Ok, here we are," Sophia announced. She rapidly tapped and swiped her thumbs on her phone's screen, then turned it to face us. "This is the first one of Mom and one of my favs."

In the photo, Angeline stood naked, facing front at a slight angle to the camera. One knee was slightly bent, one hand on her hip, and the other resting on her thigh right next to her pussy. Her lustrous hair was down, and her head was thrown back and to the side. She had a great smile as if she had just laughed. Her dark nipples were erect atop her full teardrop boobs, and her bare labia were just visible under her short patch of dark pubic hair, peeking out from between her thighs. Sunlight caught part of her face and body, creating highlights and contrasts to create a masterfully crafted image.