7 comments/ 292450 views/ 36 favorites My Evil Wife, My Loving Daughter By: Van999 Comments are appreciated. Please vote for the story if you like it. Janet and I had rather mixed feelings when our daughter asked if she could move back with us to attend grad school. Of course, we knew it would be great to see her again after being separated for so long. Visits didn't come very often with us on the East coast and her attending school in California. But after our son had left a year ago for college, I think in a way, we'd both become accustomed to our life as empty nesters. But the college Amy would be attending for grad school was only ten miles from our house, so she'd save a bundle by being able to stay with us. Of course, we agreed. On her first day back, we decided to treat Amy to dinner out. I studied them as they looked at their menus, realizing they could almost be mistaken for sisters, even though Janet, at forty-four was exactly twice Amy's age. The similarities between them were remarkable. Both had jet-black hair, though Janet wore hers a bit longer than Amy's. Both had smooth, white skin and bright blue eyes that seemed to sparkle as the talked. They both smiled easily, and tended to giggle frequently. As my eyes went back and forth between them, I realized Amy had inherited her mother's large, full breasts. Despite their difference in age, I saw that Janet's waist was every bit as slim as her daughter's, a result, I knew, of many hours spent at a nearby health club. Their tastes in clothing were different, though. I'd known that for years. My wife tended to be very casual in her dress, but for some reason, Amy had always been more formal. Even as a teenager, she'd preferred skirts to jeans. It was the family joke that since the age of twelve, when mom had a formal event to go to she'd check with Amy to help pick out her clothes and review her makeup decisions. Even now, their different tastes in clothing was visible. When we'd decided to eat out, Amy had immediately changed into something fancier than the slacks and t-shirt she'd been wearing. As I looked at her, I realized how elegant my daughter looked. She wore a light green, knee length skirt that showed off her long, trim legs. Her blouse was a matching light green color, with ruffles around the collar and the sleeves, the ruffles having the effect of highlighting the shape and contours of her full breasts. She wore a simple pearl necklace, and earrings with stones that matched the color of her eyes. Where Janet hardly ever wore makeup, tonight Amy had used a bright red lipstick that gave her lips a full, pouty look, and she'd applied eye shadow that highlighted the intensity of her deep blue eyes. In demeanor, too, they were different. It was almost as if their roles were reversed. Amy had been a straight A student, she'd rarely misbehaved as a child, and while mom listened to rock and roll, daughter preferred classical music. Her room was always kept neat and tidy, whereas my wife tended not to care about the house's appearance. Our daughter always had a reserved, almost sophisticated air about her, while Janet was more laid back and open. I watched my wife as she took another sip of wine. She could go for days without having a drink, but when she did drink, maybe at a party or some other social occasion, she tended to get a little wild. Once, we'd been at a party and she started arguing with our host to the point where I was sure punches were about to fly. I quickly took her home. Another time, we were at a fancy dinner party where she'd had a little too much to drink. One of the husbands bet her she wouldn't get on the dining room table and do a strip tease routine. Never one to refuse a dare, Janet was already on the table with her blouse off before I could drag her away. ***** "Things have changed a little since you and Davie went to college," Janet said after we'd ordered our food. Amy stared at her with a confused look on her face. "I mean, some of our habits have changed," Janet continued. "What?" Amy asked, still confused. I wasn't sure what Janet was getting at either. "Like our clothes when we're at home. Lot's of times we don't bother wearing any." I could see a slight blush come over Amy's face. I think I blushed a little also. But it was true. In the year since Amy's younger brother had left and we had the house to ourselves, Janet and I frequently wouldn't bother wearing anything around the house. I had a sneaking suspicion that Janet had a little exhibitionist streak in her and got a secret kick out of being nude. "I don't know if I'll be able to get accustomed to wearing them again," Janet continued with a giggle, "what about you, Tom?" I could feel my blush deepen. I didn't answer so Janet continued. "You won't mind will you, Amy, if we dress... casually... around the house." "God, mom!" Amy exclaimed, her blush now matching mine, "that's every kid's nightmare, to have their parents run around naked in front of them." "Maybe we'll be able to convert you, too," Janet smiled at her. "I highly doubt it, mom," Amy said, rolling her eyes. ***** Janet was true to her word. Later that evening, Amy and I were sitting in the kitchen. She was getting me caught up on her plans for grad school. Amy was facing the door into the kitchen and saw her mother first. She let out a little groan and her face immediately turned red. "I told you I wasn't going to change my habits just because you've moved in, Amy," Janet said. She had on her favorite silk nightshirt. It was my favorite, too, because she looked so sexy in it, but it probably wasn't appropriate to wear in the presence of our daughter. She'd told me she wore it because she liked the feel of the silky material against her skin. It was blue with short sleeves, and the bottom of it came only three or four inches below her waist. Rather than buttons, the shirt originally had a cloth sash that tied at the waist, but Janet had long since gotten rid of the sash and now, the nightshirt simply hung open at the front, it's sides somehow managing to loosely cover her breasts. Lower, she had on a pair of blue silk panties that left most of her hips and ass exposed. "I feel comfortable this way," she announced, "and I don't care what you guys think about it." I glanced at Amy and shrugged my shoulders. She shook her head and looked at me with an expression that seemed to say 'I guess we'll just have to put up with her craziness.' Amy continued to fill us in on her grad school plans, what classes she'd be taking and what her schedule would be. As Amy talked, her mother reached forward for the bottle of wine across the counter, causing the top of her nightshirt to part, and I watched as the sides of the shirt slowly slid off her breasts until her breasts were completely exposed, hanging out full and bare in front of her. Janet didn't seem to notice, or if she did, she didn't do anything to cover herself up. She poured her wine and took a sip. Meanwhile, Amy paused, maybe waiting to see how long it would take her mother to cover up. But it soon became clear Janet had no intention of covering her nakedness. A few minutes later, Amy covered her mouth and yawned. "It's late. I think I'll be heading to bed," she said as she stood and went upstairs. Janet took another sip of wine and turned toward me. Her feet rested on either side of the stool, her legs slightly parted, and I allowed my gaze to travel up the length of her thighs to the point where they came together, the mounds of her pussy pushing against the fabric of her panties. "I think I'll be heading to bed, too," she said, "I didn't get much sleep last night." "Why?" "I woke up a few times in the middle of the night. From a dream." "What was it?" I asked. "I can't tell you," she said with a giggle, "it was too weird." "Dreams are supposed to be weird," I said, "you can tell me." "OK," she said, "I'll try. But it's really silly." She took another sip of wine and giggled again. "I came home from work," she said, "like any other day, and I hear noises from upstairs, except no one's supposed to be at home, so I creep up the stairs and I hear the noises are coming from our bedroom, so I look in." "And?" I said. Janet took another sip of wine. "It's too weird." "Tell me." "OK," she continued, "in my dream, I look in the bedroom and I see you and Amy and Davie. And you're all on the bed. And you're all...naked. And Amy's kneeling there while Davie's, you know, Davie's doing it to her from behind. And you're in front of her and she's, she's, you know, sucking you off. And in my dream, I want to scream, or cry out, but I can't. I'm frozen there, unable to move, watching my husband and two children fucking on the bed. And then suddenly, in the dream, all three of you look in my direction and you and Davie have this evil smile on your faces and you get up and grab me and throw me on the bed and you strip off my clothes and you take turns...you take turns....doing me, while Amy watches, laughing. And in my dream, it goes on for hours. You each, you know, you each...cum, then you do it again, and you both cum again and again, until in my dream there's cum everywhere, flowing out of my mouth and from my pussy and from my ass and the bed is covered with a layer of white, gooey cum, but you both keep going and going." Janet giggled and took another sip of wine. "I told you it was strange," she said with a sheepish smile on her face. "Hey, we've all had strange dreams," I said, "They don't mean anything." "I guess you're right," Janet said as she stood to go upstairs. ***** Between work and Amy's schedule at school, our lives were so hectic during the next few days we didn't really see much of each other. Friday came, though, and we decided to get together and eat out. After dinner, we had a couple of drinks at a bar near our house and on the way back, we stopped to rent a movie. "I think you guys will really like it," Amy told us, "I've read some great reviews about it." "We'll meet in the TV room in ten minutes," Janet announced when we got to the house, "I'll get the wine and some popcorn." "Get me a glass, too," Amy told her. I was a little surprised; Amy had already had two glasses at the bar. I hope Janet wasn't being a bad influence on her, I chuckled to myself. I went upstairs to change while Janet headed to the kitchen. I threw on a pair of cotton gym shorts and a t-shirt and headed downstairs. Amy was already there, movie in hand. I sat on the sofa facing the TV and Amy plopped down on an easy chair to the side and a little in front of the sofa. "Will you be able to see from there?" I asked. "Yeah, I'll just turn it around a bit," she said, getting up and rotating the chair to face the TV. "I'll be right there," Janet shouted from the kitchen, "just let me go up and change." A minute later, Janet came in with our wine and plopped down beside me on the couch. She'd changed into a knee length nightgown. It was fastened at the waist with a large bow and I couldn't tell what she had on, or didn't have on, underneath. Amy got up from her chair to start the movie. "Jeez, Amy," Janet exclaimed, "you can't watch a movie like that." Amy turned and looked at her. "Like what?" "Like....wearing the same clothes you've been in all day. Go put something comfortable on." "I'm comfortable," Amy said, "besides, I don't have anything better. Remember, I just got here three days ago and haven't had time to buy any new clothes." "Come on," Janet said as she stood from the sofa, "I'll loan you some things." "No, it's really not..." Amy began. "Come on," Janet interrupted as she grabbed Amy by the arm and pulled her out of the room. A few minutes passed before I heard Amy's voice from upstairs. "No, mom," she said loudly, "I can't." Janet said something, but I couldn't make out what. Then Amy's voice again, "Mom, come on," she said in a pleading tone, "I can't wear that." Two or three more minutes passed before I heard their footsteps on the stairs. "Mom, it's too..." Amy began. Janet interrupted her with a loud, "Shhh! It's fine." Janet came through the door first, dragging her reluctant daughter behind her. I let out a little involuntary gasp. Amy twisted her arm out of her mother's grasp and flew to her chair and quickly sat down, her back to us. "Amy," Janet said, "stand up and let daddy see your nightie." Amy didn't move. "It's Ok, mom," she said softly. "Come on, Amy," Janet continued, "Daddy would really like to see your nightie, wouldn't you, Tom?" I didn't respond, sympathizing with Amy's embarrassment. "Stand up and show it to him," Janet went on, "let him see how sexy you look." "God, mom! OK!" Amy exclaimed, obviously resolved to the fact that her mother wasn't going to give up. Slowly, Amy stood and faced me, her arms crossed in front of her, her face beet red. "Put your arms down, dear," Janet said, "so daddy can see you better." Amy slowly lowered her arms to her side. It was a red outfit I could remember Janet wearing years before. At the top, it was cut low, revealing a wide expanse of Amy's breasts and the deep cleavage in between. The top was cut short, leaving her stomach bare. Lower, a pair of red silk panties clung tightly to her hips. Cut high on the sides, the panties seemed to be nothing more than a little triangle of fabric at the front and back connected at the waist by a thin ribbon of cloth. But the most remarkable feature of the outfit was the fabric itself. While not transparent, it was translucent enough to leave nothing to the imagination as to what was underneath. From where I sat, I could clearly see the outline of Amy's large, full breasts through the material. Her aureoles were clearly visible and I could see her dark little nipples trying to push their way through the thin material. Lower, the panties did little to hide the dense mound of her black pubic hair, and lower still, the bottom of the panties tugged at her crotch, outlining the mounds of her pussy and the valley in the middle. "Turn around, Amy," Janet called out, "so daddy can see the back of your outfit." Amy glared at her but did as she was asked. The silky material clung to her skin, accentuating the round, full contours of her hips and ass. "We've got one sexy daughter, don't we Tom," Janet said. "She's very pretty," I mumbled softly, not wishing to encourage any further embarrassment to Amy. Meanwhile, Amy returned to her chair and grabbed the remote. She quickly clicked it on, maybe thinking the movie would stop any further harassment by her mother. Janet took a seat beside me on the couch. Amy was right, the movie was good, and the three of us settled into our seats and watched it intently. Ten or fifteen minutes, Janet asked Amy to pause the movie so she could get another bottle of wine. I noticed that between the three of us, we'd already gone through two bottles. "Amy, I apologize if we've embarrassed you," I said after Janet had left to get the wine. She swung her chair around to face me. "That's OK, daddy," she said, "it's not your fault. I know mom gets a little crazy sometimes. I'm a big girl, I can handle it." "I just don't want you to think I in any way encourage her to do what she does. I know it's embarrassing for you. It's embarrassing for me, too. I mean to see you... dressed...like..." My voice dropped off and I lost my train of thought. I suddenly realized I'd been staring at my daughter. I blushed and turned my head to the side. "I mean... it's embarrassing...for a father to see..." I mumbled, trying to explain. Amy saved me. "It's OK, daddy," she said, "you don't need to be embarrassed. And you don't need to feel bad about...about looking at me." "Thanks for...understanding," I mumbled. Meanwhile, Janet returned with the wine. She filled our glasses and Amy hit the play button. As the film progressed, I soon realized it certainly wasn't what you'd call a family film. Some of the sex scenes were as explicit as I'd ever seen in an R rated movie. It had an engrossing plot, though, and with the little buzz I had from the wine, it drew me in completely. Every once in a while, Amy would lean forward for the glass of wine on the little table in front of her chair, and I found my attention momentarily diverted from the movie. I tried not to look, I really tried, but as she leaned forward, the bottom hem of her loose nightie fell down and away from her stomach and I couldn't help but stare at her the bottom of her bare breasts as they hung heavy beneath her. And on the couch beside me, my attention was also diverted by Janet. With her legs tucked underneath her, the bottom of her nightgown had spread apart, and I realized that she was naked underneath the gown. With the combination of the wine, two scantily clad women and a sexy movie, I soon felt the familiar twitching between my legs and realized whether I wanted it to or not, my cock had come to full attention. The TV screen suddenly went blank, and it took me a moment to realize Amy had paused the movie. "Is anyone in the mood for more popcorn?" she asked. "Your turn to get up," Janet said, looking at me, "get us some more popcorn." I started to stand, then sat back down. I'd neglected to put on any underwear under the shorts I was wearing, and glancing down, I saw the large mound in the front of my shorts as my full-blown erection pressed outward. Too embarrassed to get up, I glanced back at Janet with an exasperated expression on my face. I must have looked down, and her eyes followed mine until she saw the cause of my embarrassment. Janet's hand came to her mouth and she let out a loud giggle. "He can't get up... He can't get up..." she sang out to Amy, "Your daddy's got a harden, your daddy's got a harden," she chanted in a sing-song voice. I watched as Amy turned toward us. Her eyes went to my crotch, and after a moment she covered her mouth and let out a loud giggle. "I guess the movie was too hot for your daddy," Janet said. I could feel a flush coming to my face. "It's OK, daddy," Amy said, "the movie made me a little excited, too. Don't worry about it." I saw a motion out of the corner of my eye, and suddenly, I felt Janet's hand drop down on my shorts. "Ooooh," she said with a laugh, "Amy, your daddy's really, really excited! Look how excited he is, Amy." "For God's sake, Janet," I muttered, holding my arms over my lap, "Amy doesn't want to see her father's... you know." I should have stood and walked out of the room right then and there. I knew things had gotten out of hand. But for some reason, I didn't. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was just too late and I was too tired, but for some reason, I just sat there, unmoving, on the sofa. I glanced toward Amy. She still had her hand over her mouth. "Fair's fair, daddy," she said with another giggle, "mom made me show off in my nightie, now it's only fair you show off your...your stuff." She giggled again. "Yeah, Tom," Janet said, "give us ladies a little show." "You're crazy," I said, "both of you." Suddenly Janet stood, and turning toward me, she grabbed my hands in hers and leaned backward, pulling me off the sofa until I was standing in the middle of the room. She released her hold on my hands and darted behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I could feel her breasts pushing against my back. I glanced down and saw the huge bulge in the front of my shorts. The outline of my cock, hard and erect, was fully visible. Instinctively, I moved my hands down to cover my front. "No, fair," Janet said as she pushed my arms away, "we want to see what you've got, don't we, Amy?" Amy giggled again. She'd shifted her position so she was facing us. My Evil Wife, My Loving Daughter Ch. 02 Comments are appreciated (especially from you female readers. I'm just a dumb, insensitive guy and I'm always curious to know how my stories come across to women). Also, please vote if you like the story. Thanks. ***** I was sitting at the kitchen counter, just finishing a bowl of cereal when Amy came down the stairs. "Good morning, daddy!" she said as she pulled up a stool beside me. "Good morning, Amy," I said, "You're up early." "Lot's to do today," she said. Not expecting anyone else to be up at this hour, I suddenly realized all I had on was a pair of jockey underwear. I turned and looked at her. She was wearing a plain white sleeveless t-shirt. With no bra underneath, her long nipples thrust out like they were trying to poke a hole through the fabric. Lower, she had on a pair of blue silk panties. "Amy," I started to say, "about last night..." Somehow, I felt a need to explain, a need to talk, a need to try to make things right. "Last night?" Amy interrupted. She furrowed her brows as if thinking hard. "I can't even remember what happened last night," she said with a smile. She turned and faced me. Leaning forward, she put her hands on my thighs and looked up at me. "Don't ever, ever worry about it," she said, looking into my eyes, "It's what we all want." Her hands remained on my thighs. She continued to stare into my eyes, and suddenly I felt a slight movement of her hands as she began to slide them up and down my thighs in a slow, massaging motion. As if needing to see how I'd react, her eyes remained glued to mine, and I let out a little gasp as I felt her hands slide to the front of my shorts, kneading and massaging my cock through the fabric. I could feel a slight movement in my cock, and I knew it was quickly becoming erect as Amy continued to fondle it with her hands. Leaning forward, Amy's breasts hung low, pulling down the top of her t-shirt, allowing a clear view of her large breasts. With her eyes still staring up at mine, I felt Amy's fingers reach under the top of my shorts, and I felt the warmth of her hands as they made contact with my cock. Her eyes finally left mine, and I watched as my daughter slid off her stool and leaned down, her face moving slowly toward my crotch. I let out a loud, uncontrollable groan as I felt her warm, wet mouth slowly engulf the head of my cock. I could feel her tongue making little circles around its tip, then little stabbing motions as if she was trying to insert her tongue into the little slit at its tip. Then, with a slow, twisting up and down motion of her head, Amy lowered her head further, taking me deeper into her mouth. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I sensed movement, and looking up, I was shocked to see my nineteen year old son standing in the doorway, his mouth open wide, staring at us. Amy must have sensed his presence also, because she abruptly stood, her mouth releasing my erection with a soft plopping sound. For a moment, Davie remained there staring at us, as if unable to move. Then slowly, he began to turn away. I'm not sure exactly what went through my brain at that instant, but without thinking, I blurted out to him, "Davie, don't leave. Come here." He stopped and slowly turned. "Come here, Davie," I repeated. With his head bowed, Davie slowly stepped in our direction. Amy glanced at me, and for a moment our eyes met, then she took a step toward her brother. They stood for a moment, facing each other, then I watched as Amy lifted her brother's shirt up and off his head, then grasped the top of his shorts and slowly slid them down his hips to the floor. Now Davie stood in front of us naked, his soft penis hanging limply between his legs. Amy took his hand and guided him closer. His head remained bowed, his face covered with a deep red blush. Amy glanced around, and I saw her eyes stop on a ceramic honey bowl on the counter. As she held Davie's hand, her other hand lifted the top off the bowl, and I watched as she put three fingers inside and scooped out a huge glob of honey. Leaving a trail of honey on the counter, she turned toward Davie, and he gasped as she began to cover him with honey, spreading it on his penis, rubbing it over his balls. I watched my son's penis slowly grow to a full erection as Amy began stroking it with her honey-covered fist. Still stroking Davie's erection, with her free hand she reached again for the ceramic bowl, and I looked down as she slowly began coating me with the sticky substance. She gave my cock a forward tug, guiding me off the stool. Now, Davie and I stood facing each other, Amy's gooey hands moving up and down on our erections. Then, she slowly knelt down, and Davie gasped again as his sister guided her mouth over the head of his erect penis. Still holding her fist tightly around the base of his erection, her head twisted from side to side, her mouth making little slurping sounds as she sucked the honey from his penis. Then she turned her head, and she attacked my throbbing member with the same intensity, her head bobbing back and forth as my cock slid in and out of her mouth. Amy's hand went behind me, guiding me forward until I was almost touching Davie. I felt a strange sensation, and looking down, suddenly realized Amy held each of our erections firmly in her fists, furiously rubbing the heads of our cocks together. Davie's penis was every bit as long as mine, although maybe not quite as thick, and I could see the purple veins bulging from it surface. His pubic hair was matted and wet from the honey, and lower, a long string of honey swung off his balls as they swayed back and forth between his legs. Suddenly Amy began moving her hands quickly up and down, slapping the heads of our cocks sharply against each other. Davie let out a little yelp at the unexpected stinging sensation. Then, I watched as Amy held my penis on top of Davie's, and using both her hands, gripped them tightly together like she was holding a sandwich. It was a strange, almost disturbing sensation. I could feel the warmth of Davie's cock against mine, I could feel his veins pulsing beneath the surface, and as our bodies began to move involuntarily, I could feel the friction of his smooth skin against mine as our cocks slid back and forth against each other, held tight together in Amy's hands. Then I watched as Amy opened her mouth wide, and directing our cocks toward her, took both of us in her mouth. I groaned. It was strange, feeling the head of my cock rub against my son's as Amy enveloped us both in the warmth and wetness of her mouth. After a minute or two, she drew her head back, and standing for a moment, reached her hand again into the bowl of honey. After spreading the honey onto both hands, she knelt between us and began to stroke us in earnest, her sticky fist pumping up and down on each of us. "Cum for me, boys," she whispered, "I want you to cum for me." As she spoke, her eyes glanced back and forth from Davie's erection to mine. "I want to see you shoot your stuff, I want you to shoot it on me," she hissed, "cover me with your sperm, cover me with your cum. I want to drown in your cum." "I...I'm going to..." Davie groaned as he threw his head back. Immediately, Amy's hand stopped stroking him. "Hold off, baby," she whispered, "wait for daddy. Wait for daddy to cum. I want my men to cum together. I want my men to spurt me with their cum at the same time." I could feel a hot boiling feeling in my balls, and I knew I was ready. "Now," I groaned, "now, baby, daddy's going to cum now." Amy resumed her strokes on Davie, and I watched as his head flew backward and his mouth opened wide, a long low moan coming from the back of his throat. I looked down and saw Amy's face was only inches from our cocks, their heads pointed directly at her, her mouth open wide. As she continued to pound her fist up and down on my cock, I felt a spasm, and as the first blast of cum spurted out, I watched as Davie's cock erupted and the two white streams of cum joined together into one and splattered forcefully onto Amy's face, the white liquid spraying across her forehead and splashing into her eyes and nose, dripping into her open mouth. And we erupted with wave after wave of cum, and I watched as a blast of cum flew out in a long stream into Amy's hair and another spurted into her open mouth. And all the while, she continued to pump her fists against us, using her face as a target for our spurting cocks. Gradually, the flood subsided and Amy released her grip on us. Using her finger like a squeegee, she slid it up and down across her cum-covered face, guiding the frothy white liquid to her open mouth, until her mouth was filled to overflowing with our cum. I watched as she slowly closed her mouth, and with a single, audible gulp, she swallowed the entire load. I took a step back. Davie's head was bowed low, his breathing heavy. I watched as his cock, like mine, so hard and erect a moment earlier, slowly began to droop, until our penis's hung limply between our legs, glistening with the sticky coating of honey and cum. Amy slowly stood, and after giving us each a quick kiss, bounded out of the kitchen. My eyes momentarily met Davie's and he gave a little shrug of his shoulders as he turned and went upstairs to take a shower. ***** It was seven o'clock by the time I got home from work that evening. As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed Janet's car wasn't there. In its place was a car I wasn't familiar with. As I opened the front door, I immediately heard the giggles. Amy and another girl were on the sofa; wine glasses in hand, whispering back and forth, their words interrupted with giggles. "Daddy," Amy exclaimed when she saw me, "look what the cat dragged in. You remember my friend Kim." "Don't be silly, of course I do," I said, "good to see you again, Kim." Amy's friend stood and shook my hand. "Good to see you again, Mr. Erickson...." She started to say. "No, not Mr. anything," I interrupted her, "It's Tom, remember?" Kim giggled. "OK," she said, "good to see you again...Tom." "Kim had a break from school," Amy explained, "so she came back to spend a few days with her mother. Oh, and mom and Davie went to the mall and said something about going to a movie." We chatted briefly and I went upstairs to change, allowing the girls to return to their giggling conversation. ***** I'd known Kim since she was four or five. The two girls had grown up together. The same schools, the same dance classes, the same music teachers. Over the years, I must have picked them up or dropped them off at some event or class or lesson at least a thousand times. Kim Smith, I thought to myself with a chuckle. Kim was Korean, and when her family had emigrated here, someone had advised her father that having a name that was difficult for American's to say or spell would be an impediment to his career, so he legally changed the family name to Smith, figuring, I guess, that no one would possibly get that name wrong. He started a little business importing Asian food, and over the years built it into quite a successful enterprise. Tragically, Kim's father passed away when she was in high school. It was assumed the business would be sold, but against the advice of almost everyone, Kim's mother decided to keep it. Some hidden talent for management seemed to spring out from deep inside her, and to everyone's amazement, in a period of two or three years, she doubled the size of the business. I'd read in the paper recently that it employed over a hundred people. ***** "Daddy, join us for a drink," Amy called out to me as I came down the stairs. I sat down in the chair across from them and poured myself a glass of wine, noticing out of the corner of my eye there were already two empty bottles on the coffee table. Looking at them, I realized that physically, no two girls could be more different. Kim was at least four inches shorter than my daughter. Where Amy's breasts were large, her hips full, Kim was petite, her chest barely swelling out at all in front, her hips not much wider than her waist. I'd always thought Kim was a pretty girl. Her jet black hair surrounded a face that seemed to have a perpetual smile, her eyes sparkling, her mouth always formed into a cheery smile. Pretty and smart, I thought as I looked at her. She'd been valedictorian of their class in high school and after breezing through college, at the age of twenty-two she was already working on her PhD. "Ever see much of the old gang?" I heard Amy ask. "Not really," Kim answered, "we keep in touch a little by email, though." "We did some crazy things together," Amy said with a sigh as she took another sip of wine. "Yeah," Kim said, "I remember you guys used to always pick on me." "Sometimes you deserved to be picked on," my daughter said with a giggle. "Ha! Why?" Kim asked. "Like the tickle contests," Amy said, "you'd never participate." "Only because I'm too ticklish," Kim said, "and you guys all knew that." Amy grinned and reached toward her friend. "Are you still ticklish," she asked as she brought her fingers to Kim's side. Kim let out a little squeal and tried to twist away, but Amy held her tight, furiously digging her fingers into her friend's side. Kim began to giggle uncontrollably and as the two girls struggled, Kim fell backward on the sofa. Her legs parted and her skirt flew up nearly to her waist, exposing her thighs and narrow hips and the sheer white panties she wore. She giggled again and I glanced up. Our eyes met briefly and as a slight blush crossed her face, I knew she had seen me staring at her. Her legs quickly came together and she brushed her skirt down over her legs. Amy finally ended her attack and the two girls sat back up, their eyes still covered with tears from their laughter. Amy filled their glasses. "Remember when we had a sleepover here," Amy asked, "and you told me you thought my dad was a real hunk?" Kim blushed again and glanced at me, then at Amy. "I never..." she began. "I remember it," Amy interrupted, "we were all in my room talking about boys and which one's we'd like to kiss and stuff like that and you turned to me and said you wouldn't mind kissing my dad because he was such a hunk." "God, Amy!" Kim cried out, clearly embarrassed, "I never said that!" "He still is, you know," Amy said. Kim looked at her with a confused expression. "A hunk, I mean," Amy said, "he's still a hunk." There was a pause, then Kim covered her mouth with her hand and let out a little giggle, and Amy followed suit, and in a moment they were both giggling like little girls. "You guys could be mean sometimes, though" Kim said. "Like what?" "You were all bigger than me, so you took advantage. Especially you, Amy." "But sometimes you deserved it," my daughter said, "and anyway, afterwards, you never seemed to mind." Amy giggled again. "Like I remember once we agreed to show each other our boobies, like a boobie show, and when it came to your turn you refused, so we had to tackle you and pull your shirt off." Kim scowled at her. "Maybe I was just embarrassed because you guys had such big one's and mine were, you know, so small." "Small one's are OK. Guys still like little one's too," Amy said, turning toward me. "Don't they, daddy?" Now it was my turn to blush. I didn't answer, but Amy persisted. "Guys like small boobies, too, right dad?" I felt caught between my embarrassment and the need to protect Kim's feelings. "Yes," I mumbled, "guys like small one's, too. I guess guys like any size. Big, small...variety is the spice of life." As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I realized how inane they sounded and I felt my blush deepen. "See, Kim," Amy said, "daddy likes your boobies." "That's not what I said, Amy." "Well, you almost said it," she giggled. Suddenly, Amy reached out and grabbed the bottom of her friend's shirt. "Boobie show!" she cried out as she yanked the shirt up. The shirt came up Kim's stomach, briefly exposing the bottom of her bra before she slapped Amy's hands away. "God, Amy!" she said, "are you crazy?" She glanced at me and blushed. I shrugged my shoulders as if to say 'don't blame me'. "See, even now, so many years later you're afraid to show your boobies," Amy said, grinning at her friend. "But it was only girls, then," Kim said, scowling at Amy, "in case you haven't noticed, there's a guy here now." She nodded in my direction. "Oh, him," Amy said with a giggle, "daddy wouldn't mind a boobie show, would you daddy?" "God, Amy!" Kim said, "Now's not the time..." "Chicken!" Amy cried as she reached out and grabbed her friend around the waist. They both broke out in uncontrollable giggles as Amy began to tickle her mercilessly. Kim tried to pull away from my daughter, and suddenly, the two of them rolled to the floor. Kim twisted out of Amy's grip and as she rolled on her back, Amy suddenly grabbed her friend by the shoulder and jumped on top of her until she was sitting on Kim's stomach, her knees straddling her on either side. In the scuffle, Kim's dress flew up and the front of it was now balled up at her waist. I couldn't help but stare down at her thighs, so thin and smooth, and higher, her flat little hips. She wore a pair of plain white panties and through the material, I could make out the slightest hint of her dark-black pubic hair. "Gotcha!" Amy said as she sat on top of her friend, "do you give up now?" "No fair," Kim cried out from underneath her, "you were always bigger than me." Suddenly, Kim's arms came up, trying to push my daughter off, but Amy responded with another round of tickles, and soon tears were rolling down the side of Kim's face as her laughter continued. Eventually, Amy relented, and the two of them, breathing heavily from their exertions, wiped the tears from their eyes. "Give up now?" Amy repeated. "I'll give up if you get off me," Kim responded. "Oh, no!" Amy said, "not until you've showed your boobies." Kim's arms came up again, but Amy grabbed her wrists and pinned her friend's arms to the carpet. I was suddenly struck be the thought of how unreal the situation was. Two grown women rolling on the floor like twelve-year olds, Kim's petite body no match for the larger, heavier Amy. Amy's large breasts hung low, swinging back and forth as she leaned over her friend, and beneath her, Kim's shirt barely changing its contour as it moved over her chest. Lower, Amy's thighs, fleshy and full, seemed twice the size of Kim's. And Amy's full, round ass contrasted sharply with her friend's tight little rear. Releasing one of Kim's arms, Amy suddenly reached down and grabbed the bottom of Kim's shirt. With a giggle, she yanked it up to the top of her chest, exposing her friend's bra. "God, Amy!" Kim screamed, "not in front of your father!" Kim's head turned toward me, and for a moment our eyes met. "Amy," I said, "I think Kim's had enough. Maybe you should call it quits." "Not until Kim gives up," my daughter responded, "Do you give up yet, Kim?" There was a long pause. "Never!" Kim suddenly shouted as she renewed her efforts to break free. But she was no match for the much larger Amy, and after struggling for a moment or two; Kim seemed to give up, her arms slumping down to the carpet. She was breathing heavily from her struggles. Suddenly, Amy reached out and gave a yank to Kim's bra, pulling it upward until it was bunched up at her neck with her shirt, and I found myself staring down at Kim's bare breasts. They stuck out from her chest like tiny peaches, hard and firm with little reddish-brown aureoles no bigger than a quarter, each aureole topped with a dark little nipple. "For God's sake!" Kim screamed and her arms flailed up at Amy. Whether on purpose or not, I watched as Kim's finger's clutched the top of Amy's blouse, and as her arm flew down, there was a loud sound of tearing fabric as the front Amy's blouse ripped open. My Evil Wife, My Loving Daughter Ch. 02 "Uh, oh, now you've done it!" Amy cried out with a grin. "Girls," I said, "maybe you better quit...." But before I could even finish the sentence, Amy's arms came down, and thrusting her body forward, she forced her friends arms upward, allowing her to slide Kim's blouse and bra over her head and off her arms. Now, Kim was naked above the waist, her firm little breasts wiggling slightly as she struggled against the much stronger Amy. "Give up now?" Amy cried out. "Damn you!" was Kim's response and I watched as her arm flew up, and with a downward motion, she tried to claw at Amy. As she did, her fingers caught in the front of Amy's bra, and as Amy fell backward, the front of the bra burst open, allowing Amy's huge breasts to fly out, dangling over Kim like overfilled water balloons. "Hey," I called out, "I think this has gone far enough. Let's break it up now, OK? Kim, do you want me to get her off you?" "I can take care of myself," Kim growled, and I watched as her fist came up and caught Amy on the shoulder, causing Amy's body to fall to the side. Kim rolled over and began to crawl away on her hands and knees. Suddenly, my daughter lunged forward and her hand landed on Kim's naked back, and as Kim continued crawling forward, I watched as Amy's fingers slid lower and caught on the hem of her friend's skirt causing the skirt and panties to slide halfway down Kim's hips. Kim made a last desperate lunge forward to get away from Amy's grasp, and I watched as her skirt and panties, still firmly in Amy's grip, slid down her thighs. Amy's arm flexed, and with a single, hard tug, she pulled the clothing down Kim's thighs and off her legs. Kim let out a loud shriek and fell flat on the carpet. Now completely naked, for a moment she didn't move, perhaps knowing that by getting up she'd be exposing more of herself. I looked at her as she laid there, her arms at her side, the muscles of her tight little rear flexed as she held her legs together. "That's enough!" I said, but Amy ignored me and I watched as she jumped on her friend, straddling her body at the waist, only this time facing back toward Kim's feet. "Give up yet?" Amy asked. I don't think I'd ever heard Kim swear in the entire time I'd known her, but with Amy still straddling her, she hissed. "Fuck you!" as her entire body began to wriggle, trying to escape. Suddenly, there was a loud smacking sound as Amy brought her hand down hard on her friend's rear end. The smack caused Kim's legs to fly apart, and from where I sat, I could see her little puckered anus looking out at me, and lower, the mounds of her pussy poking out from between her legs. "Ouch! Damn it, that hurts!" Kim cried out. "It's supposed to hurt. Until you give up," Amy said with a laugh as she brought her hand down on Kim's other asscheek with a sharp cracking sound. "Give up yet?" "Fuck you," Kim cried out again, and once more, Amy's hand swooped down with a smack. I sat on the sofa, staring. Maybe I was a little shocked by what was going on in front of me. Maybe I was a little curious to see what would happen. I don't know. All I know is I didn't stop it. I didn't do anything to put an end to it. I just sat and watched, as if unable to move. Amy's hand came down again, causing a scream to come out of Kim's mouth. By now, her asscheeks had a bright red glow to them. And as I watched Amy's hand come down again, I heard Kim's scream, and I saw Amy's huge breasts waving back and forth, and lower, I saw Kim's little ass, her asscheeks glowing red, and as I looked at her smooth, thin thighs and at the V where they came together, and the little secret gap between the mounds of her pussy, I suddenly felt a movement in my pants, and I knew my penis was getting hard, getting hard at the strange scene playing out in front of me. "Give up?" Amy asked again as her hand smacked down on Kim's backside. I watched as Kim continued to struggle, and then suddenly, as if all the fight had gone out of her, as if she realized further resistance was futile, Kim's body seemed to melt limply into the carpet. "Give up now?" Amy said in a whisper, perhaps sensing she was already the victor. There was a long pause. "Yes," Kim answered in the tiniest of whispers, "I give up." "And you know what that means when you give up?" Amy continued, "what that's always meant?" "Yes," Kim answered softly. "Tell me," Amy said, "tell me what it means." There was another pause. "It means," Kim said, "It means I have to do...to do whatever you want." "Like what?" Amy asked, "like what have I made you do? Tell daddy." "Like when you made me...you made me show my panties to Freddie Johnson," Kim whispered, her voice so soft it was difficult to make out every word. "And what else?" Amy said. "Or the time you made me...you made me kiss that boy from down the street. And I didn't do it right, so you made me...do it again...on his lips." "That's right," Amy said, "you'll do anything I say, right?" There was another pause. "Yes," Kim whispered. "Sit up, Kim," Amy whispered, "sit up and face my daddy." "I can't..." she began to say. "Enough is enough, " I interrupted, "Kim, don't listen to her. Don't get up. I'm leaving. I'm going upstairs." I began to stand. "Sit down, daddy!" Amy commanded in a sharp voice. More surprised than anything else, I sank back onto the sofa. I looked at Amy, her bare breasts hanging out the front of her blouse. Then I looked down at Kim, her nude body lying motionless under my daughter, and suddenly, it hit me. I understood. Like someone had turned on a light bulb in my head, my dense brain finally got the picture. Kim turned her head toward me, and for a brief moment our eyes met, and I knew. I glanced at Amy, and I knew. This was their game. A game they'd played many times before. Despite the apparent pain it caused and the angry exchange of words between them, when it was over they would remain the best of friends. Because deep down inside, they wanted the game. With its outcome always predetermined, it was a game where the winner and the loser both got exactly what they wanted, exactly what they needed. "Sit up, Kim," Amy repeated softly as she rolled off her friend. "I...I can't," Kim whispered. Suddenly, Amy's hand came down, smacking hard against Kim's rear. "Sit up," she ordered. There was a long pause, then slowly Kim raised herself to a sitting position. "Face my daddy," Amy said. "You don't have to, Kim," I said. "Quiet, daddy!" Amy said, glaring at me. Kim slowly turned and knelt facing me, her head bowed low. "Raise your head and look at him," Amy said. Kim's head slowly came up. For a moment our eyes met, then she turned away in embarrassment. "Look, this has gone far enough..." I began, but Amy interrupted. "Now, Kim," Amy said, "let my daddy have a better look at your boobies." Kim turned her head toward Amy, a pleading look in her eyes. "God, Amy," she whispered, "I don't..." "Show him!" Amy interrupted. Slowly, Kim raised her head and straightened her body, allowing her little breasts to jut out in my direction. "See her tiny boobies, daddy," Amy said, "her little girl boobies. Does it turn you on, looking at them, daddy?" "Amy, for God's sake..." I said. "Does it turn you on, daddy," Amy interrupted, "to see her little girl boobies with their tiny little nipples?" "Amy, maybe this has all gone far enough," I said as I looked at Kim, her head again bowed low as if too embarrassed to look up. "It will go farther, daddy," Amy said with a strange little edge to her voice. Amy reached back and grabbing the leg of a leather-topped footrest, pulled it until it was directly in front of me. "Come here, Kim," Amy said, patting the top of the footrest, "come and sit here. Here in front of daddy." Kim looked up at me, then at Amy, and for a moment, I thought she was going to burst into tears. But slowly, she crawled on her hands and knees toward us, then slowly sat on the footrest facing me, her legs tight together, her hands on her lap, her head bowed low. "Good, baby," Amy said in a soft voice. I sat there, unmoving. I knew it was wrong. I should have stood and left the room. I should have ended their little game. But I didn't. I sat there, not moving, staring at Kim, naked in front of me. Stared at her, as I sat in the same sofa I'd sat in when I'd stared at my naked daughter two days earlier. Then, as now, I'd done nothing to stop what was happening. "And do you remember, Kim," Amy continued, "sometimes we'd be naughty. Like the time you stayed overnight here, and we were talking about boys and what their, you know, their pee-pees, their penis's might look like. And you said you'd like to see what my daddy's looked like." "I didn't..." Kim began until Amy interrupted her. "So you and I snuck upstairs and on our hands and knees we crept into my parents bedroom where mom and daddy were sound asleep. And do you remember, Kim, how we carefully pulled the blanket down on daddy's side of the bed, and how he was naked under the covers, and how you and I stared at him, stared at his penis for such a long time. And do you remember, Kim, how you couldn't resist, you couldn't resist reaching out your hand and touching it. Touching my daddy's penis?" "God, Amy," Kim mumbled, "I didn't...I mean, it wasn't my idea...I didn't...." "Shh, it's OK," Amy said. She turned toward me. "We're going to do it now," she whispered. I looked at her, confused. "We're going to look at it again. At your penis...now," she said softly. "No, Amy," I muttered, "you know we can't. You know it's not right..." I watched as Amy's arms came forward. I watched, unable to move, as she slowly undid my belt, then unclasped my pants and slowly slid my zipper down. I felt her hands against my skin as she put her fingers inside the top of my pants, inside the hem of my underwear and slowly began to slide them down. She pulled, and almost unconsciously, I felt my hips rise off the sofa, allowing her to fully remove my pants. I looked up and saw Kim staring at me, staring at my erection, hard and throbbing, as it pointed toward the ceiling. I felt Amy's hands on my inner thighs. "Spread your legs, daddy," she said as her hands pushed my legs apart, "spread your legs so Kim has a better view. So Kim can see how hard your penis is. So Kim can see your balls hanging down between your legs." "Kim," Amy continued, turning toward her friend, "do you remember what we called it...down there? What we called...you know, that part of us?" After a pause, Kim nodded. "Tell us," Amy said. There was another long pause. "Our cunnies," Kim said in a low whisper. "Yes, that's right," Amy said, "now Kim, I want you to show daddy your cunny." "No, I couldn't...I can't..." Kim mumbled as she slowly shook her head. "Take you hands off your lap," Amy said. Slowly, Kim's hands slid off her lap and she held her arms stiffly at her side. Amy put her hands on Kim's thighs. "Now it's your turn, Kim. Your turn to spread your legs so daddy can have a good view of your cunny." I watched as Amy pushed against Kim's inner thighs, and they parted, slowly exposing a little tuft of black pubic hair and lower, the folds of her pussy lips and the little valley in between. "Good, baby," Amy whispered, "stay like that so daddy can see your cunny." Amy sat down beside me on the couch, and I let out an uncontrollable gasp as she took the base of my hard penis in her fist. "Now, Kim," Amy continued in a soft, soothing tone of voice, "I want you to play with your boobies. Play with your boobies in front of daddy." A little whimper came out of Kim's mouth and her eyes had a pleading look as she stared back at Amy, but slowly, her arms rose and she cupped her hands over her breasts. I watched as she began to slowly caress her little breasts, first massaging them with palm of her hands, then with her fingers as she twisted and pulled at her nipples. Her eyes closed, and a little moan came from deep in the back of her throat. Meanwhile, Amy began to slowly stroke my penis, her fist moving gently up and down on my erection. "Now, Kim," Amy continued, "I want you to show daddy how you play with your cunny." "No..." Kim said in a low, pleading tone of voice, "No...I can't." "Show daddy," Amy repeated, and I watched as Kim lowered her hand between her legs. She extended one finger, and slowly began to run it up and down against the folds of her pussy. I could see her opening glistening with moisture as she continued to gently stroke herself. Her finger moved higher, and she let out a little gasp as it made contact with her tiny little clitoris. I watched as her fingers made little circles around the hood surrounding her clitoris, then she gasped again as her finger began massaging the tip of her clitoris. Meanwhile, her other hand remained at her breasts, pulling and pinching first one nipple, then another. Now, her eyes were wide open, and she was staring, unblinking, at my erection as Amy continued to stroke it. I could feel the veins on my penis throbbing as I felt her warm hand move up and down against my skin. "Now, Kim," my daughter continued, her voice soft and soothing, "now I'm going to let daddy do it. I'm going to let daddy put his penis in your little cunny." "Oh, God!" Kim moaned, "Oh, God!" Amy released her hand from me and slid behind Kim. "Lean back, honey," she said. Kim leaned back into her friend's arms. "Now put your feet up on the sofa," Amy said softly. Kim raised her legs, and spreading them wide, rested her heels on the sofa on either side of me. Now, I was looking directly down at her, the red lips of her pussy looking like two butterfly wings guarding the wet opening in between. "Now, daddy," Amy continued, "kneel down on the floor." As if under my daughter's spell, I found myself kneeling in front of Kim, directly between her outspread legs, my erect penis just inches from her opening. As Kim leaned back against her friend, I watched as Amy's hands came forward and cupped Kim's breasts, gently massaging them. "Now, baby," Amy whispered in Kim's ear, "you have to tell us what you want." Kim gave out a little whimper and shook her head. "I can't..." she mumbled. "Tell us," Amy repeated. There was a long pause, then Kim looked up into my face. "I want...I want you to be...to be inside me," she whispered. "Tell us more. Tell us what you want," Amy said. "I...I want to feel your penis inside me. Inside my cunny," Kim whispered, "and I want you to do it to me. To do it with your hard penis. With your erection." Her voice dropped in volume until her whisper was barely audible, "I want...I want you to...to fuck me. To put your hard....cock in my cunt and....fuck me." Amy looked at me and as if directing me with her eyes, nodded, making it clear I was to proceed. I looked down at Kim. Her eyes had a glazed-over look to them as she stared at my crotch. Holding my cock at its base with my fist, I directed the head of my penis toward Kim's opening. She gasped when I made contact with her. I moved its head in little circles around her opening, sliding it up and down against the wet folds of her pussy. Then I moved slightly higher, until her clitoris was nestled in the little slit at the end of my cock. Kim let out another whimper as I began moving my cock in tiny little circles around her clit. Looking down at her little opening, I wasn't sure if I would fit. I held my cock motionlessly against her for a moment, then directed its head to her opening. Acting like a wedge, the head of my cock slowly parted her wet opening, and as I applied a slow, gently pressure, I watched as it slowly disappeared inside her. Kim screamed and her pelvis began moving up and down uncontrollably in jerky little spasms, each little movement forcing my cock deeper inside. Her passage was tight, tighter than I'd ever experienced, and it hugged my cock like a vice as I slowly began moving my hips back and forth, my cock still only halfway in. Suddenly, Kim's arms flew forward, and grabbing me around the ass, she yanked my body forward, causing my cock, in one quick thrust, to sink fully inside her. She screamed again and once more, I felt her pelvis rotating in quick little circles, her tight passage gripping hard around my cock, as if reluctant to let it go. As I slowly pulled halfway out, then slowly pushed in again, I reached my hands underneath Kim's body and cupped her little asscheeks in my hands, massaging them with my fingers. "Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" Kim cried out as I slowly increased the rate of my in and out strokes. Suddenly, her feet left the sofa and she threw her legs around me, locking her feet at my back. Her ass left the footstool and with each of my downward strokes, I felt her thigh muscles contract as her entire lower body flew upward toward mine, causing our pubic bones to pound together, my cock thrusting hard and deep inside her, my balls, hanging low between my legs, flying against her ass with an audible slapping sound. She screamed again, and with each inward stroke, a low-pitched moan came from deep in her throat. As Amy continued to massage Kim's breasts, I saw my daughter's eyes were glued to the point where Kim and I were joined, staring at my cock as it flew in and out of Kim's tight cunt. Kim's breathing became nothing more than little gasps for air and her whimpering moans became louder and sharper as I increased the rate of my in and out thrusts. With my hands supporting Kim's ass, I gently spread her asscheeks and allowed my fingers to run up and down her crack, occasionally brushing them in little circles against her anus. "Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" she cried out. I felt a hot burning pressure in my balls, and I knew it wouldn't be long. "I'm going to cum, baby!" I moaned, "I'm going to cum!" "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried out between her gasps for breath, "Cum for me! Shoot your cum deep inside me. Oh, God! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Suddenly, I felt Kim's body begin to quiver and as my cum began to spurt out of my cock deep into her womb, her entire body began to shake uncontrollably. She screamed again, and as I shot wave after wave of cum deep inside her, I watched as her eyes rolled back in her head, and her mouth opened wide as she gasped for air. "Oh, God! Oh, God!" she screamed, her body glistening with sweat, her head rolling from side to side, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh, God, I'm cumming!" I held her ass tightly, pulling her toward me as I continued to pound in and out of her, my cock spewing the last of its cum deep into her cunt. Kim screamed once more, a loud piercing scream, and I felt her body suddenly go limp. Her legs fell from around me and her arms dropped to her sides. With my cock still deep inside her, I watched as her breathing gradually returned to normal. A moment later, I slid out of her and fell back onto the sofa. Her legs were still spread wide, her pussy lips red and swollen, and as I watched, a small puddle of cum formed at the base of her opening. After a minute or two, Amy slid her hands off Kim's breasts and with a little forward push, guided Kim to an upright position on the footstool. Suddenly, Kim's eyes opened wide and she screamed. Amy made a nodding motion to my back, and turning around I saw my wife and my son standing in the doorway. From the little grin on my wife's face, I knew they'd been there for a long time. ***** Kim screamed again and dropped to the floor. Grabbing her clothes, she held them tight against her front. "I didn't mean it to happen, Mrs. Erickson," Kim cried out. Janet took several steps toward us, glancing from Kim, crouching naked on the floor, to Amy, her bare breasts hanging out the front of her blouse, to me, sitting naked on the sofa, my cock, still wet with cum, hanging limply between my legs. My Evil Wife, My Loving Daughter Ch. 02 There was a pause, then my wife looked down at Kim. "I'm sure not," Janet said, "what your mother's reaction will be when she finds out I came home and found you fucking my husband, your best friend's father." "Oh, God! Mrs. Erickson...I didn't...I didn't mean it to get this far," Kim sobbed. "Calm down, Kim," Janet said, "I'm sure you weren't the one who instigated this. Am I right, Amy?" Amy simply shrugged her shoulders, a sheepish grin on her face. Taking our son by the hand, Janet stood in front of the kneeling Kim. "Stand up, Kim," she said. Kim looked up at her, a pleading expression on her face. "Stand up, honey," Janet repeated. There was a pause, then Kim slowly stood, clutching her clothes tight against her. "Drop your clothes, Kim," Janet said in a soft voice, "Drop your clothes so Davie can see you naked." A little whimpering cry came out of Kim's mouth. She began to say something, then apparently thought better of it. Slowly, she lowered her arms, allowing her clothes to fall to the floor. "So, Davie," Janet asked, turning toward her son, "what do you think of Amy's little Korean friend? Janet took a step toward Kim. She brought her arm up and lightly stroked her finger across one of Kim's breasts. Kim stepped back, startled. "Don't be afraid, dear," Janet said, "we just want to look at you. And maybe Davie would like to have you. Have you like his daddy did." "Oh, God! No, Mrs. Erickson," Kim cried out, "I cant'...I mean...." "Stand still and let us look at you," Janet interrupted. With her thumb and forefinger, she lightly pinched one of Kim's nipples. "So, Davie," Janet continued, "do you like Kim's little titties?" There was a pause. Davie blushed, then gave a little, slow nod of his head. Would you like to have her now?" "Oh, God! No, Mrs. Erickson," Kim cried out. Davie lowered his head. He didn't answer. "I'll bet you'd like to have her, wouldn't you, Davie? To take her just like your father took her a few minutes ago." Kim let out another sob and Davie remained silent, his head still bowed. "But right now, you're a mess," Janet said, looking Kim up and down, "God, I can see a little bit of my husband's cream running down your thigh. We'll need to clean you up first. I want you to be clean for my son." "Sit down on the footrest," Janet said. She put her hands on Kim's shoulders and guided her down. Janet turned, and before I'd even realized what was happening, she'd put her hand on the back of my head and guided me forcefully off the couch until I was kneeling on the carpet in front of Kim. "Clean her!" Janet said, her voice soft but with a commanding tone to it. I started to look up at Janet when I again felt her hand on the back of my head. Pushing firmly, she guided my head down, down toward Kim's legs, which were pressed tight together as she sat on the footrest. "Spread your legs, honey," Janet said to her, "so he can clean you properly." "I don't...I don't think..." Kim mumbled. "Spread your legs," Janet repeated, and after a pause, I saw Kim's legs slowly part, until I was looking directly at her opening, the lips of her pussy red and raw and still glistening with a mixture of her juices and my cum. I'm stronger than Janet. I knew that. I could have simply stood and walked away. But I didn't. I didn't fight her. I didn't object. There, kneeling on the floor, naked, my cock hanging limply between my legs, in the full view of my family, I allowed Janet to push my head forward, forward until my mouth was just inches from Kim's wet opening. "Clean her," Janet commanded. I hesitated, and suddenly, a spasm of pain coursed through my body as she grabbed my balls and with a twisting motion, squeezed them in her fist, causing me to cry out in pain. "Quiet!" she said, and with her hand on the back of my head, she pushed again until my face was pressed between Kim's open legs, the smell of her juices and my cum filling my nostrils. I hesitated for a moment, then slowly opened my mouth, and Kim let out a little moan as I began bathing her pussy lips with my tongue, tasting my salty cum as I slid my tongue deep into her opening. "Look kids, look how good your daddy is at cleaning up his mess," Janet said. I cried out again as she suddenly slapped her hand hard against my flaccid penis. Janet released her hand from behind my head and I slid away from Kim, using the back of my hand to wipe my face dry. Then, as we all watched, Janet stood and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She pulled it off, then undid her bra, releasing her huge breasts. She slid her slacks down and kicked them off, then tugged off her panties until she stood naked in front of us, her legs slightly spread. "Now it's our turn for some fun," she said, "Amy, get Davie ready." "It's OK, mom," Davie said in a halting voice, "I don't have to..." His words were cut short as his sister cupped one hand over his crotch and with the other, began pulling up on the bottom of his shirt. A minute later, he was naked, his semi-erect cock twitching in front of him. Amy knelt, and Davie groaned as she took him in her mouth. Within seconds, he was hard, his cock throbbing, protruding obscenely from his crotch. Meanwhile, I watched as Janet lowered herself to the carpet, lying on her back. "Amy, dear," she said, "get me those pillows off the sofa, will you?" My daughter grabbed the pillows, and Janet raised herself up, allowing Amy to slide the pillows under her, raising her ass at least a foot off the floor and causing her shaved pussy to jut upward, the highest point of her body. "Now, honey," she said to her daughter, "bring me Kim." I watched as Kim's eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open. "No, Mrs. Erickson," she cried softly, "I can't....I can't....do....that..." Amy put her hands on her friend's shoulder and firmly guided Kim off the footrest until she was kneeling between my wife's legs. "No," she said, "I can't....please....don't make me..." My daughter put her hands on either side of Kim's head and slowly forced her friend down between my wife's open legs until Kim's face was pressed firmly against Janet's crotch. "Now, Kim, honey," Janet said in a soft voice, "I want you to open your mouth. I want you to use your tongue, and your lips, and your open mouth on me. You know what to do." With her head still held in place by Amy, Kim was unable to object with anything other than a low, moaning whimper. Five seconds passed, then ten, as Kim held her friend's head firmly in place. Finally, I saw a slight movement of Kim's head. "Ah, yes, honey," Janet said, "yes, use your tongue just like that. Rub it over my pussy lips. Hmmm...so nice..." Janet reached out and took Kim's head in her own hands, allowing Amy to stand. "Now, Kim, honey," Janet said, her words interrupted by little quivering pauses, "raise your little rear up high so Davie can fuck you." A muffled little moan of protest came from Kim, her mouth still held tight against Janet's pussy. "Mom," Davie began, "maybe if she doesn't..." "Amy, help him," Janet interrupted. I watched as Amy put her hands on her brother's shoulders and pushed him into a kneeling position behind Kim. She took his erection in her hand and guided it between Kim's legs. Kim moaned again as Amy used her fingers to gently open her passage. With one hand behind her brother, Amy slowly guided him forward until the head of his cock pushed against the lips of Kim's pussy. "Are you in, Davie," Janet asked, "are you inside her yet?" Davie let out a little moan as he pushed forward. "She's...she's...so tight," he said. I watched as Davie's cock slowly slid deeper into Kim's tight passage. He let out another moan as he began slow, in and out strokes, his hands gripping Kim tightly at the hips. Meanwhile, little shuddering whimpers were coming from Janet as she continued to hold Kim's mouth against her pussy. "Oh, yes!" she cried out, "God, yes! So good! Yes, honey, lick me." Davie increased the rate of his strokes and I watched Kim's little breasts jiggle back and forth beneath her as he thrust deep into her. Janet moaned again and her hands left Kim's head. The girl raised her head up for a moment, as if catching her breath, then lowered her mouth back to Janet's wet pussy. Suddenly, Janet grabbed her own knees and raised her legs until they were nearly vertical, having the effect of rotating her ass upward. "A little lower, honey," she said to Kim, "move you mouth a little lower, to the flat place under my pussy, to my perineum. Oh, fuck, yes! There! There!" As I looked from Janet, her legs spread wide with Kim between them, to Davie, his long cock thrusting in and out of Kim's tight cunt, to Amy, her large breasts hanging out from her blouse, I suddenly realized I was getting hard again. As I continued to watch, my hand went to my cock and I began to slowly stroke it. "Lower, honey," Janet cried out to Kim, "I want to feel your tongue lower." I watched as Kim put her hands on Janet's asscheeks and slowly spread them apart, exposing my wife's anus, puckered and reddish-brown. Kim slid her mouth down, and I watched as she extended her tongue until it brushed against Janet's asshole. "Oh, fuck!" my wife cried out, "so good!" Kim thrust her tongue out, extending its tip into Janet's tight anus. "Oh, fuck!" Janet screamed, "Yes, honey! Use your tongue there! Tongue my ass, baby. Fuck my ass with your tongue." Kim's head was now bobbing up and down as she thrust her tongue deep into my wife's asshole. Meanwhile, Davie let out a loud groan as his cock continued to pound in and out of Kim's tight opening. "Yes, so good! Yes!" Janet hissed, "Now, baby, move your mouth back to my pussy...Oh, yes! Now...put your finger where your tongue was. Put your finger in my ass." Janet let out a loud whimpering moan as Kim slowly slid the tip of her finger into my wife's ass. "Yes, baby," Janet cried, "Deeper! Push you finger deeper! Fuck my ass with your finger!" My daughter, watching the scene as I was, pulled off her blouse and brought her arms up, using her fingers to pull and twist at her long nipples. She moaned, then bent down and undid her shorts and stepped out of them. Now naked, I watched as her hand went to her pussy, her fingers slowly stroking up and down, just as I was stroking my throbbing cock. Our eyes met briefly. Suddenly, Janet let out a sharp, whimpering scream and I watched as a visible tremor went through her body. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" my wife cried out as Kim held her mouth tight against her pussy, the girl's finger now moving deeply in and out of Janet's rectum, "Oh, fuck! I'm cumming!" Janet's body began to tremble all over, her breasts swinging wildly back and forth across her chest. My daughter continued to stroke her pussy, her eyes darting back and forth from her mother to Kim to her brother. Just inches away from me, I watched Davie's cock as it plowed into Kim's tight cunt. Suddenly, he threw back his head and let out a low groan. The speed and intensity of his strokes increased and with another loud groan, he began to cum, spewing his cum deep into Kim. I watched as his cock continued to pound into her, white cum seeping out from her cunt lips tightly grasping his cock. With one last forward lunge, Davie held himself motionlessly against Kim, his cock buried deep inside her. My wife's breathing had returned to normal and she pulled the pillows out from under her and sat up. She looked at me with a hint of a grin on her face. "Lie down," she said. I looked at her, confused. "Lie down on your back," she said as she slowly stood, "It seems our little friend needs cleaned again." Putting her hands on my shoulders, she guided me until I was lying on my back on the carpet. Then, she put her hands on Kim's shoulders and slowly pulled her away from Davie, causing his cock to slide out of her. "You seemed to enjoy watching your son empty his load into Kim," Janet said to me, "but we can't let her go home like that, his cream dripping out." I watched as Janet guided Amy until the girl squatted over me, facing my feet, her knees on either side of my head. Looking up, I had a close-up view of her pussy, it's lips red and puffy and swollen and glistening wet with the combination of her juices and my son's cum. And as I watched, a puddle of the white liquid began to slowly ooze out of her opening. Meanwhile, Janet was pushing down on Kim's back, and I watched as her cum-filled pussy came closer to my face. Then, I felt the muscles of Kim's thighs relax, and suddenly, her crotch was pressed tight against my face. Momentarily unable to breath, I opened my mouth for air, and felt a gush of liquid escape from her opening into my mouth. Unable to spit it out, I gagged and swallowed involuntarily, my own son's cum flowing down my throat. "Yes," Janet whispered above me, "suck your little friend's pussy, suck out all of Davie's cum. How does it feel, tasting your own son's cream?" Kim moaned and began to slowly rotate her hips back and forth, causing her cum-drenched pussy to slide up and down against my face. I heard my daughter let out a little whimper, and suddenly, she was on me, straddling my crotch, her hand on my cock as she squatted over me and guided the head of my cock to her opening. She let out another whimper, and in one steady motion, lowered herself onto me, until her hips rested on my thighs, my cock deep inside her. Meanwhile, with her legs on either side of my head, I could feel the muscles of Kim's thighs contracting and relaxing as her hips thrust forward, her cum-drenched pussy grinding up and down across my face. With each forward thrust, a little moaning grunt came from deep in the back of her throat. "Yes, baby," my wife whispered, "Fuck his face. Fuck his face until you cum." Lower, Amy's body pounded up and down against mine, with each downward thrust her ass slapped against me, driving my cock deep into her cunt. Suddenly, I felt a little quiver go through Kim's body, and the quiver became more pronounced until her entire body began shaking as she continued to grind herself against me. "Oh, God!" Kim cried out, "Oh, God! I'm cumming!" Her body suddenly went rigid and with one last screaming moan her hips stopped moving, her wet pussy pressed motionlessly against my face. Meanwhile, Amy continued to bounce up and down on top of me, her body crashing against mine, her pussy engulfing my cock with each downward thrust. Her breathing was heavy - nothing more than short little gasps for air, each gasp a sharp whimper. The sensation of her warm, tight pussy pounding up and down on my cock was too much for me, and with a load, muffled groan, I felt a spasm in my cock as load after load of cum began spurting deep into my daughter's cunt. Amy screamed, and her up and down thrusts abruptly stopped as she held her body tight against mine, her hips moving in a little circular motion as she ground herself against me, my cock deep inside her. Gradually, her movements slowed until she collapsed motionless on top of me. Kim slowly slid off of me and sat on the carpet, her legs spread wide. Davie knelt beside her, his cock hanging limply between his legs. Suddenly, the phone rang, interrupting the moment of silence. Janet stood and I watched her ass sway from side to side as she left the room to answer it. She returned a minute later. "That was your mother, Kim," my wife said, "she called to invite us all to your house for dinner tomorrow. Of course, I said yes." ***** To be continued... My Evil Wife, My Loving Daughter Of course, I knew I was stronger that Janet, and I suppose I knew I could twist out of her grasp without much effort. But for some reason I didn't. I just stood there, as if all my free will had been drained out of me, as if my cock, throbbing underneath my shorts, had taken control of my brain. "Your daddy's got a great body," Janet said from behind me, "I'll show you." With one motion, she grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and yanked upwards, until the shirt was balled up at the top of my chest. Her hands began to caress my stomach. "See his nice flat stomach," she said over my shoulder to Amy, "he works out, you know." Her hands moved higher. "Hmm, and a nice muscular chest," she continued, her hands running up and down over my chest, "and the hair on his chest... feels so good against my skin when, hmmm, when we're... your know, together." Amy stared at us. Her mouth had dropped open slightly, as if she was a little surprised, maybe even shocked at what was going on in front of her. "But there's more," Janet said, "You haven't seen the best part yet." I felt her hands slowly slide down my stomach, and I suddenly realized she was hooking her thumbs under the waistband of my shorts. "No, Janet," I mumbled, "you can't. Not in front of Amy." "Shhhh," she hissed in my ear. "Amy," she continued, "do you want to see...all of your daddy?" I glanced at Amy. Her mouth was still open, her eyes unblinking. There was a long pause. "Amy, do you?" Janet asked again in a soft, almost mesmerizing tone of voice. After another long pause, I watched as Amy's head made an almost imperceptible nod up and down. "Do you, Amy?" There was another pause, then in a soft, quiet voice, Amy said, "Yes, mom. I want to see daddy." I felt Janet's arms move at my side, and looking down, I realized she was slowly lowering my shorts. First, over the head of my cock, then lower, Janet continued to slide the shorts down my hips, exposing more and more, until my cock, fully released from the confining shorts, sprung forward toward Amy, who suddenly let out a loud gasp. Her eyes seemed glued to the scene in front of her. Janet continued to pull my shorts lower, until they slid off my legs to the floor. She again put her arms around my waist. "It's...it's so big," I heard Amy whisper. I glanced up. She held her hand over her mouth. "Yes, it is, honey. It's the biggest one I've ever seen. Your daddy has a big fat long sausage," Janet said with a chuckle. Amy let out another little giggle. "Isn't it nice, Amy?" Janet said as she gave my cock a stroke with the back of her finger, "isn't your daddy's penis nice?" I began to twist out of Janet's grasp, but she tightened her hand around my waist, and for some reason, I didn't resist. After a momentary pause, Amy gave a little, slow nod, as her hand slid down from her mouth. "Amy, you can touch it if you want, honey," Janet said softly. "Janet, for God's sake..." I started to object until I felt her fingernail dig into the skin at the base of my cock. I let out a little yelp and froze, feeling embarrassed and helpless, like some kind of inanimate statue unable to move on its own. I watched as Amy's gaze went first to her mother, then her eyes briefly met mine, then I watched as her gaze lowered to my crotch. For reasons I didn't quite understand, I felt my chest moving up and down as my breaths came faster. "Amy, baby," Janet said, "come and touch your daddy's penis." There was a pause, then I watched as Amy slowly rose from her chair. "Come closer, baby," Janet said softly. Amy took a single step toward us, then another, until she stood directly in front of me. Her eyes momentarily met mine, but she quickly averted her gaze and stared down at the floor, as if confused as to what to do. I've always prided myself on my sense of self-control, but for a moment, I lost it. An involuntary moan came from deep in the back of my throat and I realized my cock was throbbing, harder and more erect than I could ever remember. "Touch is, baby," Janet said. Slowly, Amy leaned down and as she did, the top of her nightie fell forward, and without intending to, without wanting to, I was staring directly down at my daughter's full, firm breasts as they swayed beneath her. She extended her finger and brushed it once against the surface of my cock, then quickly withdrew it and stood back, as if she were afraid my cock would suddenly reach out and bite her. "That wasn't much of a touch, baby," Janet said, "try it again. Put your hand around it to feel how big it is." Another involuntary groan escaped my mouth, and again, Amy knelt forward, and I felt a tiny uncontrollable tremor go through my cock as she gently put her hand around it. "It feels so soft," she whispered, "so soft and warm." "Now move you hand lower," Janet said in a soft voice, "and feel your daddy's balls." Amy's hand left my cock, and I felt it move lower, until my balls rested in her hand. She moved her hand up and down slightly as if she was weighing them in her hand. "Oh, my God," Amy whispered. "What's wrong?" Janet asked. "I just had the strangest thought." "Tell us, baby." "That's...I mean these," she whispered in a low, serious tone as she held my balls in her hand, "these are where...where I came from." "I guess you're right," Janet said quietly, "when your daddy and I made love twenty-two years ago and his sperm spurted out of his penis into my vagina...I guess that was the beginning of you." As she talked, Janet slowly pulled my t-shirt up and I found myself raising my arms, allowing her to pull it off. A little shiver went through me when I realized I was now totally naked in front of my daughter. Amy took a step back as her eyes seemed to run up and down my body. "Do you like looking at your daddy like that? Without any clothes on?" Janet whispered. A second went by, then two, before Amy nodded. "Yes," she said softly, "I like it." I felt Janet's hands, still around my waist, move a little lower until her fingers were making little circles in my pubic hair. "And what about you, Tom?" she asked, "how does it make you feel, standing in front of your daughter naked?" There was a pause. I wasn't sure how to answer, what to say. "Strange," I answered in a halting voice, "strange and very awkward." "But a little excited?" "I can't say...she's my daughter..." "But a little excited?" Janet interrupted. There was another pause. Then I slowly nodded my head. "And do you think she looks good in her nightie?" Janet asked in a whisper? I looked down at the floor, embarrassed. "Do you think she looks good?" Janet repeated. Again, after a pause, I nodded. "Does it turn you on, seeing Amy in her nightie?" Janet asked. I found myself unable to answer. I glanced at Amy. She was looking at me, as if waiting for my response. "I can't...I can't say," I mumbled, "It's not right... for me to say, for me to say that about my daughter." "Amy," Janet said, "if daddy wanted, would you show him more?" "More?" Amy asked, her voice nothing more than a whisper, "you mean more... of me?" "Yes, would you show him more? If her really wanted to see more?" "I...I don't know," Amy answered. She seemed confused, not sure how to respond. With one hand, Janet continued to run her fingers in little circles through my pubic hair. Now, with the other, she cupped her hand under my balls. "Tom," she whispered in my ear, loud enough for Amy to hear, "do you want to see Amy's breasts?" "God, Janet," I moaned, "you know I can't ask that." "But you would? Wouldn't you?" she continued, "you'd like to see them. Admit it." A little, involuntary moan came out of my mouth. "Amy," Janet said, "would you show your breasts to your daddy?" Amy looked at me and our eyes met briefly. There was a long pause before Amy asked softly, "Do you want me to, daddy? Do you want to see my breasts?" A second passed, then two, and almost unconsciously, I felt my head nodding slowly up and down. "Yes, baby," I said in a low, faltering voice, "I want to see your breasts. That would make me happy." Immediately, I felt a pang of guilt pass through my body. I wanted to run away. To be somewhere else. Anywhere else. But I stood there, staring at my daughter, unable to move. Slowly, ever so slowly, Amy grasped the bottom of her nightie and pulled it upward, up over her stomach, and higher, across the bottom of her breasts, then higher, pulling the nightie over her shoulders and off, letting it drop to the floor. And there, in front of me, was my daughter, her full, bare breasts standing out proudly from her chest. Firm and white and smooth, with aureoles the size of half dollars. But the most erotic part was her nipples. As thick as a pencil, her nipples were at least a half-inch long, poking proudly out from her breasts. A tremor to run through my body and an involuntary groan came from deep in my throat. Amy held her head low, staring at the floor, her arms at her sides. There was a long moment of silence. "Do you like them, Tom? Do you like Amy's breasts?" "God, Janet," I replied, "you can't ask me that... it's not fair." "But it makes you excited, looking at them?" she pressed on. "I...I ...yes," I stammered, "yes. It makes me excited." "And how does it make you feel, baby, to know your daddy is turned on when he looks at your breasts?" Janet asked. "I don't know," Amy said quietly, her head still lowered, "maybe sort of...sort of excited, maybe sort of romantic." "Like how excited? How romantic?" "Excited the same as I got when we watched the movie... during the...you know, during the sexy parts." "And when the people in the movie got excited... that way... what did they do," Janet asked. "You mean, when they got excited about each other? I guess they...they sort of... did it." "Did what" Janet asked. "You know, you saw the movie, they ended up in bed, sort of...making love." "Sort of fucking?" Janet asked. "God, mom... it was romantic in the movie," Amy said, "making love. Not fucking." "So if your daddy is turned on looking at you, baby, will you end up fucking him?" Amy let out a loud gasp. "No, mom, I wouldn't do that... I couldn't..." "But you're feeling sort of sexy now, sort of excited?" Janet asked. "But that doesn't mean..." "Amy," Janet interrupted, "take off your panties. It isn't fair your daddy's naked and you aren't." "But you aren't naked, mom," Amy said softly. Janet's hands dropped from around me and she stepped to the side. Her hands went to the bow at her front, and with a tug she released it, then with a shrug, she allowed the nightgown to slide off her shoulders to the floor. "My, God!" Amy exclaimed. "What, baby?" "You're...you're bare down there," Amy said, staring at her mother's crotch. "I shave there," Janet said, "that's the way your daddy likes me, don't you, Tom?" "I...I guess," I mumbled. "Now it's your turn, baby," Janet said, "take off your panties, Amy." Amy's eyes went back and forth between Janet and I. She bit her lower lip, as if unsure what to do, unsure how to proceed. A few moments passed, then I watched as she slipped her thumbs under the hem of her panties and slowly pulled them down over her hips, then kicked them off onto the floor. Again, an involuntary groan escaped my lips as I looked at my daughter, naked in front of me. Unlike her mother, her pubic hair was lush and full, forming a dense black mound above her pussy. Amy stood still in front of us, her head bowed low. "Come closer, baby," Janet whispered, "so your daddy can see you better." Without lifting her head, Amy took a little step forward. "In the movie," Janet continued in a low voice, "if they liked each other, they'd kiss. Tom, do you want to kiss Amy?" I saw Amy's head slowly rise. She looked at me, as if waiting for my answer. There was a long pause before I nodded my head slightly. "Amy, kiss your father," Janet whispered. Slowly, Amy took another step toward me. She leaned forward at the waist and moved her head toward mine. I felt her lips brush briefly against my cheek before she straightened up and took a step backward. "I meant a real kiss," Janet said, "that wasn't a real kiss. Try it again, Amy." This time, Janet reached out her arm and putting it on Amy's back, she gently guided her daughter forward. Again, Amy leaned toward me awkwardly. I leaned forward also and our closed lips lightly touched. A second passed, then two seconds, then three, then there was the tiniest movement against my mouth as I felt Amy's lips part ever so slightly. I could feel her warm breath against my face, and slowly my lips parted also and our mouths came together. A little whimpering moan came from the back of Amy's throat, then her mouth pressed harder against me and suddenly I could feel the light flicker of her tongue brushing against mine and a moment later, our open mouths were pushed tightly together, our tongues exploring each others. We had come together for the kiss awkwardly, our bodies bent at the waist, as if to prevent anything but our mouths from touching. As our kiss progressed, however, I felt Amy's body move slightly toward mine until her nipples, long and hard, brushed against my chest. And then we moved closer together, the soft cushions of her breasts pushing into my chest. A shiver went through me as the head of my cock brushed against her body, then a moment later, our bodies were tight together, our mouths locked, my cock sandwiched between our bodies. We held the kiss for a long time, maybe a minute, maybe two, until Amy drew her head back, her breaths coming in little gasps, her face flushed red. Our bodies parted and she took a step back. Her head again lowered toward the floor, and her breasts swayed gently as she continued to breath hard. Slowly, her head came up and she looked at me. "That was good, daddy," she said softly. I wanted to say something, to express my gratitude, to tell her it was good for me, too, but I couldn't choose the right words. I was too confused, maybe too excited, to talk at all. I just looked at her and nodded. Janet, standing to our side, took a step forward. She looked at me, then at her daughter. "Amy, honey," she said in a low, soft whisper, "Amy, do you want to feel your daddy inside you?" "You mean..." Amy whispered back in a tiny, squeaky voice, "you mean let him...let him make love to me?" "Yes, baby," Janet said softly, "do you want to make love to..." she paused, "do you want to fuck your father?" I stood there, not believing what I was hearing, yet unable to stop it, unable to object. My gaze went back and forth from Janet to Amy, from Janet's bare pussy, to Amy's dark black bush. From Amy's red lips, still wet from our kiss, to her nipples, long and erect standing at attention on her full, round breasts. And then I felt a tremble go through my cock, and suddenly, I knew I couldn't stop what was happening. I couldn't walk away. It was as if my cock, hard and throbbing, had taken control of my mind. There was a pause, then Amy slowly shook her head in answer to her mother's question. "I can't," she said in a low whimpering whisper, "I can't. He's my father." "But you want to," Janet continued in a soft voice, "you want to fuck your daddy, don't you, Amy?" Another little whimper came from the back of Amy's throat. "You want to feel his hard cock in your pussy, don't you, baby?" Janet continued, "you want to feel what it would be like to have your daddy fuck you. To feel his thick cock pounding in and out of your wet pussy. You want it, don't you, honey?" Amy raised her head. A small tear formed in the corner of her eye. She looked at me, then at her mother. Slowly, she nodded her head. "Yes," she said in a quivering whisper, "yes. I want to fuck my daddy." As she said the words, I could feel an uncontrollable tremor form in my balls and spread upward to my cock. I moaned softly. Janet took a step toward us. She took our hands and led us up the stairs to Amy's bedroom. ***** "Lie down on the bed, sweetie," she said softly, "we'll do it here. Here in your own bedroom. Here in the room you grew up in. Your daddy will fuck you here." Amy slowly crawled up on the bed. Lying on her back, she laid rigid, her legs together, her arms at her sides. "Spread your legs a little, baby," Janet whispered, "so your daddy has a better view of your pussy." Amy's legs slowly spread apart and standing at the foot of her bed, I could see her pussy lips, red and wet and swollen. "Amy, darling," Janet continued in her soft, soothing voice, "you have to tell daddy what you want. You have to tell him." Amy's head turned from her mother's and she looked at me. I saw her glance first at my face, then lower, until I was sure her eyes were fixed on my cock as it pointed toward her, it's head as red and swollen as her pussy lips. "I...I want," Amy started in a halting voice, "I want you, daddy." "Tell him exactly," Janet whispered. "I want you...I want you to...to do it...to fuck me, daddy." "Good, darling," Janet whispered, "tell him more. Make him excited." "I...I want to feel...to feel your penis...your cock in me," Amy whispered, her voice so low I could barely hear it, "I want to feel your cock in my....pussy. In my wet pussy. In my cunt. I want you to fuck my cunt, daddy. I want you to fuck my cunt until you explode and I want you to empty your balls into me, to fill me with your cum, to fill my cunt with your sperm, daddy." A low, whimpering moan came from the back of Amy's throat. Janet turned toward me, and putting her hand on my shoulder, guided me onto the bed until I was kneeling between Amy's legs, my cock pointing toward the ceiling. "Play with her breasts," Janet whispered, "play with your daughter's breasts." I slowly leaned forward and as I touched her nipples, a small shiver went through Amy's body and she let out a little whimper. I ran my fingers in little circles around each nipple, then taking her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, I gently massaged them, rolling them in my fingers. With my hands flat against her breasts, I began to massage her breasts, kneading them like dough, feeling their soft warmth in my hands. Amy moaned and closed her eyes. "Amy, baby," Janet whispered, "it's time now. It's time to feel daddy's cock inside you." As I continued to play with Amy's breasts, I felt Janet's hand against my cock. She held it in her hand and guided it down until its head brushed against the wet lips of Amy's pussy. "Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" Amy cried out as Janet slid the head of my cock up and down against her pussy. Holding my cock firmly in her hand, Janet began to rub it in little circles against Amy's clit. Little mewing whimpers began to come out of Amy's mouth as I removed my hands from her breasts and replaced them with my mouth, taking her nipples in my mouth, feeling their length with my tongue, massaging them with my lips. "Amy," Janet whispered as she continued to massage Amy's clit with the head of my cock, "Amy, baby, are you ready for your daddy's cock now? Are you ready to feel it inside you?" "Oh, my God!" Amy said in a whisper, "Oh, my God! I...I....yes...I'm ready." As I continued to suck on Amy's breasts, I could feel Janet guiding the head of my cock lower, away from Amy's clit. The little whimpers coming from Amy's mouth increased in volume slightly as Janet positioned my cock against Amy's opening. I allowed my hips to come forward slightly, causing the head of my cock to push harder against her. Her hole was tight, small and tight, and Amy let out a scream as the head of my cock stretched her cunt open. I lowered my hips a little bit more, forcing my cock slightly deeper. My Evil Wife, My Loving Daughter "Oh, my God!" she screamed, "Yes." Suddenly, Amy's hips flew off the bed and her entire lower body thrust upward, causing my cock to sink deep into her cunt, until our pubic bones ground against each other, my pubic hair intertwining with hers, my cock inside her as deep as it would go. Amy screamed again, and each breath she took became a moaning whimper. For a minute, we didn't move, her tight cunt holding my cock in place like a vice. Then, I slowly began to withdraw it, until only its head remained inside. Then back in, then out, beginning a slow, rhythmic in and out motion. Janet, meanwhile, had her hand sandwiched between us, her fingers on Amy's clit. Gradually, I increased the rate of my strokes. Amy held her hands on my ass, and with each of my downward strokes, her fingernails dug into my skin, pushing my cock deeper and harder into her cunt. Her breaths were now coming in short gasps and with each stroke of my cock a loud whimper came from deep in her throat. My mouth left her breasts, and I raised myself up on my arms. I felt Janet's hand rubbing against Amy's clit and I watched as Janet moved her other hand across Amy's body, massaging her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers. Suddenly, Amy screamed and her legs flew off the bed and wrapped around me, her ankles locking behind me. Now, as my cock pounded in and out, her lower body followed mine, her legs pulling me toward her with each forward thrust I made. I realized that with each stroke, a sharp, uncontrollable groan was coming from somewhere deep in my throat. Between Amy's whimpering screams and my groans, I heard Janet's voice soft voice. "Tell him, baby," she hissed in Amy's ear, "tell him what you want. Tell him!" "Oh, my God!" Amy gasped, "Yes, fuck me, daddy....Fuck me hard...Oh, my God!" Suddenly, I realized Janet's head was next to mine and as Amy screamed beneath me, Janet continued to talk, her voice a low, hissing whisper. "Yes, fuck your daughter, Tom," she hissed, "fuck your little girl. How does it feel, Tom, to have your cock buried deep in your little girl's cunt?" I groaned again, her words somehow making the feelings more intense. As my cock continued to pound into Amy, her head began rolling from side to side on the bed. Her breathing was nothing more than short gasps for air, each gasp for breath interrupted by a sharp, moaning whimper. Suddenly, her face and chest became flushed and her eyelids began to flutter uncontrollably. I watched as her eyeballs seemed to roll back in her head. I felt it first in her cunt, a slow, rhythmic quiver. Then the quiver spread and became more intense and her entire body began to shake. "Yes, baby," I heard Janet hiss, "cum for daddy...cum while daddy fucks you..." Amy let out a single, piercing scream as her body began to shake uncontrollably, her orgasm taking control of her body. Suddenly, I felt a sharp spasm in my balls and I knew I was about to cum. A long, loud groan came from deep inside me. "Yes...cum, Tom," Janet hissed, "fuck your daughter...shoot your cum into your little girl's cunt...fill her with your sperm...shoot your sperm deep in her womb, Tom." Suddenly, I felt a spasm in my cock as the first blast of cum exploded into Amy's cunt. Amy screamed again as another load spurted out. As I continued to pound in and out of her, I felt wave after wave of cum spurting deep into my daughter. I moaned again and with one last forward lunge, buried the last of my cum deep inside her. My strokes gradually slowed, until I was lying motionless on top of her, my cock still deep inside. Gradually, our breathing began to return to normal. We remained like that for a minute or two, not moving, our sweaty bodies joined from head to foot. As we lay there unmoving, Janet glided her hands over our bodies with a caressing, massaging motion. Eventually, I slid my hips back, allowing my cock to slowly slip out of Amy's cunt. I looked down at her. Her eyes still had a glazed-over look to them. Lower, the lips of her cunt were red, and raw and swollen and I watched as a little pool of white cum formed at the base of her opening. My cock, meanwhile, had lost its energy and now hung limply between my legs. Amy looked up at me and our eyes met. "Thanks, daddy," she said softly, "that was nice." ***** Events took a truly strange turn over the next few days. Overnight, it seemed like Janet changed. Not like she flipped out or went completely loony or anything, but it seemed like Amy's return triggered something in her. Some strange feelings, some hidden obsessions. Yes, she still got up every morning and went to work, and cooked the meals, and on the surface, everything looked the same, but she was different. But what's worse is I went along with it all. Yes, I'd fucked my daughter. Once. It had happened and there was nothing I could do to make it unhappen. I felt terrible about it. But when things continued to spiral downhill, I again did nothing. Despite my misgivings, despite my feelings of guilt, I did nothing to stop the strange course of events that unfolded. And I guess that makes me a guilty as her. I had to work late the next night. I'd grabbed a bite to eat at work and by the time I got home at eight, Janet and Amy had already eaten. "When you've changed, come down to the living room," Janet told me, "Amy has a surprise for you." Puzzled, I went upstairs to change out of my work clothes. When I got to the living room, Amy and Janet were sitting on the sofa, chatting together quietly. "Oh, there you are," Janet said when I came in, "sit down here and let Amy show you your surprise." Amy stood and I took her place on the sofa. I realized Amy hadn't said a word to me since I'd gotten home. "Show your daddy," Janet said. I could see a slight blush cross Amy's face. Her head was down, her hands at her side. "Show him," Janet repeated, this time with a little more insistent tone to her voice. As I watched, Amy slowly began to undo the front of the slacks she was wearing. She slid the zipper down and the sides of the slacks fell open, exposing the front of her white panties. I was confused, not sure what was happening. I glanced at Janet, then back at Amy. I watched as Amy put her fingers under the front hem of her panties and slowly began pulling downward. She slid the fabric down an inch, then two inches. Suddenly, it struck me what I was supposed to be seeing. As she revealed more and more, I realized what was missing - there was no hint of pubic hair, no trace of the deep, dense bush that had been there the night before. Her skin was bare, completely bare. Amy pulled the front of the panties down below her pussy, held it there for a second, then pulled them back up and fastened the front of her pants. Her head came up slowly, and she looked at me. Her face was still flushed. "Mom said you would like me better this way," she said softly. A pang of guilt suddenly swept over me. "Oh, my God, baby," I said, "No. I like you...I like you any way you are. You shouldn't have done that." "But I wanted to, daddy," she continued, "I want to do whatever I can to make you happy." "But not that way," I mumbled, not sure what I was saying, "I mean you make me happy as yourself...you don't need to do it...that way." Beside me, Janet interrupted. "We went shopping today, didn't we, Amy?" Amy nodded her head. "And we bought some nice clothes for Amy to wear around the house," Janet said, "tell him why, Amy." Amy lowered her head again. There was a pause. "If...if I'm going to be staying here," she said in a quiet voice, "mom and I decided I should wear clothes that...that you'd like." "This is crazy," I said. I turned to Janet. "What's gotten into you?" I asked, "what's this all about? Amy doesn't have to...to, you know...do this kind of thing." "But I want to, daddy," Amy said softly. "Show him what you bought for this evening," Janet said. "You don't have to, Amy," I said, but she'd already picked up a large shopping bag from the floor. She turned to leave the room when Janet stopped her. "Amy, baby, you can change here," she said. "But in front of...." Amy began. "It's OK, baby," Janet interrupted, "change here." Amy gave a little nod of her head. She turned so her back was to me. As I watched, she stripped off her blouse and bra and raising her arms, pulled on a top made of some silky blue material. Leaning forward, she slid her slacks down her hips and kicked them off, then slowly slid her panties down exposing the white, smooth expanse of her ass. As she leaned down to reach again into the bag, I watched her asscheeks spread slightly, exposing her little asshole, it opening puckered and reddish-brown. Lower, I could see the mounds of her pussy protruding at the juncture of her thighs. She pulled something blue out of the bag, some kind of panties, and stepped into them. It was a thong, the same color as the top, and from behind, I saw nothing more than a ribbon that disappeared between her asscheeks. She slowly turned to face me. "Do you like it, daddy," she asked. The top was a thin strip of material that crossed her breasts, barely managing to cover her areoles. Below, the front of the thong was a tiny triangle of cloth hugging tight against her pussy. "I...I...yes, Amy...I like it...but you don't have to dress like that for me, honey." "But you like it?" I nodded, "Yes...but...." She smiled. "Then that's all that counts," she interrupted. "Tell daddy what we have planned for tonight," Janet said from beside me. "Now wait a minute," I said, scowling at Janet, "What's going on? Your plans for the night? What are you two doing?" "Don't worry about it, Tom," Janet said, "Believe me, you'll be happy to find out what our plans are." "Me happy? I don't care about that. What about Amy?" "Daddy," Amy interrupted, "Can I say something?" "Of course, baby," I said. "I'll say it only once," she began softly. She faced me, her head bowed. "Daddy, this is what I want. This what I am. I'm twenty-two years old. I'm smart. I can think for myself. I know I can walk out of the house anytime I want. But I know what I want, I know what I need. I know you don't understand, but this is me. And mom...has certain...certain desires that she's only recently discovered. And she wants to explore those desires...those needs. Don't fight it, daddy. Don't fight it." "I guess I just don't understand," I said, shaking my head. "You will, daddy," Amy said, "you will in time." "I think I need a drink," I said. "I'll get it for you, daddy," Amy said. "But I don't want you to, Amy," I told her, "I don't want you to serve me." There was a pause. Amy's eyes met mine. "Daddy," she began, her voice soft and low, "daddy...that's what I'm here for...to serve. To be told what to do. That's who I am, what I am. To do what I'm told. "And mom," she continued, "mom has discovered something inside her she never knew was there. A part of her that's...that's compatible with my needs. Something she feels compelled to explore." I shook my head, not sure I understood, or even believed, what I was hearing. "I'll get your drink now, daddy," Amy said. "Scotch," I said, shrugging my shoulders in defeat, "A big glass of Scotch." ***** Amy put the drink on the coffee table in front of me. I took a sip. "OK, you two," I said, "tell me what you have planned." Janet answered. "Last night," she said, "it was Amy's turn. Now it's mine." "Turn?" I asked. "Turn for fucking," Janet said in a matter-of-fact voice, "Last night you fucked Amy. Tonight it's my turn." "I don't get what..." "Shhh!" Janet interrupted. "Get your daddy ready, baby," she said. Amy took a step toward me. She knelt down on the floor in front of the sofa and reached out. Her hands went to the front of my pants and I looked down as she began to undo my belt. "What in the hell..." "Stop, Tom," Janet said, "quiet!" Amy undid the clasp at the top of my pants and pulled my zipper down. "Amy, baby," I said, "You don't have to..." "Daddy," she said, looking up into my eyes, "Let me do it, daddy. It's what mom wants. It's what I want." I started to object, until I felt Amy's hand pull down the front of my shorts, and as if in slow motion, I watched as her head come forward and I saw her mouth open, and I watched as she took the head of my cock in her mouth. And her mouth was wet, and warm, and as I felt her tongue swishing back and forth against the head of my cock, I let out an involuntary moan, and I realized my cock was getting hard, getting hard in my daughter's mouth. And I watched as Janet got up off the sofa. I watched as she stripped. First her blouse and bra, then her slacks and panties, until she stood naked in front of me. And I looked down at Amy, her head bobbing up and down on my cock, little slurping sounds coming from her mouth. "That's enough, Amy," I heard Janet say, "That's enough." I looked up and saw that Janet had gotten down on all fours on the carpet, her legs spread, her naked ass pointing toward me. Amy tugged at my pants, pulling them down and off, then took my hand and pulled me off the sofa, leading me to her mother. As if I had lost all my free will, I allowed Amy to position me on my knees behind Janet, then I watched as Amy reached between her mother's legs and with her fingers, spread apart the lips of her mother's pussy. Amy looked at me, then down at her mother's open pussy, as if inviting me to enter. I hesitated, then moved my hips forward, and in one, slow deliberate motion, I buried my cock deep inside my wife's cunt. As I began my slow in and out strokes, Janet let out a low moan and her hips began thrusting slowly back against me. Suddenly, I felt Amy's hand behind me, I felt her hand on my balls, and as I increased the pace of my strokes, Amy's hand encircled my balls, slowly twisting my ball sack in her hand, massaging it between her fingers, tugging gently on my balls. The feeling was one of pain and pleasure mixed together, and I let out a long, low moan. As Janet met each of my forward thrusts with a backward thrust of her hips, I watched as her huge breasts hung low underneath her, swinging wildly about as our bodies pounded against each other. As Amy held tight onto my balls with one hand, I felt her other hand on my ass, and suddenly, her finger was making little circular motions against my anus. I moaned again as I felt the tip of her finger slowly enter my asshole, making little twisting motions against the inner walls of my ass. And then I felt her finger push deeper, and as my hips flew forward and backward, Amy's finger, now deep inside my rectum, began to make short little in and out thrusts, almost as if she was fucking my asshole with her finger. The feeling was intense, Amy's hand grasping roughly at my balls, her finger buried deep in my asshole, and my cock pounding in and out of my wife's warm, wet cunt. Meanwhile, Janet lowered her head to the carpet, and I saw her arm go beneath her, her fingers furiously massaging her clit. Each of her breaths was no more than a short, moaning whimper. Holding tight to her hips, with each thrust of my cock, her ass pounded back against me. Janet's whimpers became higher pitched and more staccato. "Oh, fuck," she hissed, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Suddenly, a visible tremor went through her body and I could feel her body begin to shake. Simultaneously, I felt a boiling pressure develop in my balls and I felt the pressure flow from my balls to my cock as my first burst of cum exploded out. I groaned uncontrollably as Amy continued to tug on my balls, her finger thrusting deep in and out of my ass. As Janet trembled beneath me, I spurted wave after wave of cum deep inside her, as if Amy's manipulation of my balls was squeezing me dry. Finally, my balls emptied of their load, I gradually reduced the pace of my strokes until Janet and I were motionless, my cock still deep inside her. I felt Amy's hand slip away from my balls and she slowly withdrew her finger from my ass. As our breathing returned to normal, I slid back, allowing my now soft cock to slip out of Janet's cunt. To my surprise, Amy immediately took my cock in her hand, and lowering her head, extended her tongue and began licking it, cleaning my cock of the combination of cum and Janet's pussy juices. Meanwhile, Janet was sitting on the floor beside us, watching intently, as if making sure Amy was cleaning me properly. Finished, Amy sat up and looked at Janet. "What about you, mom?" she asked. Amy put her hands on her mother's shoulders and guided her onto her back, then I watched in amazement as Amy put her hands between her mother's thighs and pushed them apart. Janet's pussy was red and swollen and wet with a white film of cum. I watched as Amy slowly lowered her head toward her mother's pussy, and extending her tongue, she opened her mouth wide and began to lick her mother clean. Janet let out a moan and put her hands on Amy's head, holding her daughter's face tight against her cunt. Janet moaned again and I saw a shiver go through her body as a mini-orgasm swept over her. I stood and collapsed on the sofa, exhausted. As I continued to watch my daughter and wife on the floor, it suddenly struck me what a strange turn our lives had taken during the past few days. ***** I was the first one up the next morning. I'd slept naked, as I usually did, and I hadn't bothered putting anything on to walk down the hall to the bathroom, I saw that Amy's door was halfway open. For some reason, I stopped and put my hand against it, pushing it open the entire way. She was asleep, lying on her back, naked, her blanket bunched up at the foot of the bed. Her breasts rose and fell in slow cadence with her breathing. Lower, her legs were spread slightly and I stood there, unable to move, staring at the smooth white skin of her inner thighs, then higher, at her pussy, shaved and smooth, the folds of her pussy lips outlining the valley between them. And as I stood there, my hand unconsciously went to my cock, and holding it in my fist I felt it gradually harden as I watched my sleeping daughter. I took a step forward, then another as I slowly stroked myself. As if in a trance, I went to the side of her bed and leaned over. "Amy," I said softly, "Amy, wake up." Her eyes slowly opened and she let out a startled little startled gasp. "Amy," I whispered, "baby, I need you now." Before she could respond, I found myself crawling onto the bed. I knelt between her legs, my cock hard and throbbing. "Yes, daddy," Amy whispered sleepily, "take me now, daddy. Fuck me now. Fuck me anytime you want, daddy." I directed the head of my cock toward her pussy and gently pushed against it. Her passage was dry at first, but after a few slow strokes, I could feel her lubrication easing the friction between my cock and the tight passage of her cunt. As I continued my slow, in and out strokes, Amy began to whisper, her voice soft and smooth, the cadence of her voice keeping tempo with the slow in and out movement of my cock. "Yes, daddy," she whispered, "fuck me, daddy. Fuck your little girl. I need it daddy...I need it more than you can know. I want to be yours, daddy. I want to be your little slut....your little whore. I want to feel your cum inside me, daddy...I want you to fill me with your sperm." The pace of my strokes quickened, and Amy's hips rose to meet each of my downward thrusts. But without a pause, she continued whispering, her mouth against my ear, her soft words having a surreal, dreamlike quality to them. "I need it, daddy...I need to be told what to do...to be controlled. And I want you to be the one. I want you to control me...I want you to take me, daddy, take me anytime and anyhow you want."