3 comments/ 54838 views/ 7 favorites Forgiveness of the Highest Order Ch. 01 By: Stardog Champion The press conference alone had been enough human wreckage for one day. Still, the solemn late afternoon drive from City Hall to the bucolic New England neighborhood Tucker Simmons called home was in a lot of ways worse then the media lynching he'd just endured. 46 years old, and in the middle of what was to be his third term as Mayor of the town he'd lived in his whole life, Tucker gripped his hand hard around the steering wheel of his black BMW and stared aimlessly forward, desperate not to make eye contact with any of the people he encountered as he drove on. He remembered the first day after being elected Mayor how he'd driven down those same streets, making eye contact and waving at every car or person walking down the sidewalk. Now that same neighborhood felt like the mouth of a shark and each one of the houses was just another tooth waiting to chomp down on him. Not that he didn't run a smooth and efficient ship during his 3 terms as Mayor. Everything Tucker had done in his professional life, and the relationships he built during his time in office were solid gold. It was the carelessness in his personal life however that landed him in the quandary of a lifetime. In his paranoid mind's eye he sensed that every house he drove by, the occupants were all huddled around the picture window, staring out at him and poking each other in the ribs saying 'there goes the man who had it all and blew it'. Sadly, in a few of the cases he was probably right. In a lot of ways, Tucker had Elliot Spitzer to thank for making him such a pariah, not only in his hometown, but in his own home as well. Tucker continually kept going back to the morning in March when he'd sat down at his desk, cracked open the morning paper and saw the first headline about the soon to be disgraced New York Governor. Tucker just sat there hunched forward in his seat, glaring down at the tiny black print with the grim look of a man knowing his career was about to swirl down the toilet as well. For the past four years Tucker Simmons had been doing pretty much the same thing as Spitzer. It had all started with a round of golf at a charity event in Boston back in 2004 during the ill-fated John Kerry Presidential campaign. One of the businessmen in his foursome had a rather attractive younger woman at his side during the round and not knowing whether the lady was perhaps the man's daughter or even his mistress, Tucker avoided making a fool of himself by asking. Seeing a wedding ring on the man's finger but the absence of one on the woman's, he figured the two weren't married. The more he surveyed the couple, Tucker didn't see enough of a resemblance between the two for them to be related either. Sometime around the 14th tee, the man must have sensed Tucker's quizzical stares and after a few awkward tidbits of banter back and forth, the man handed the stunned Mayor an embossed business card to the upscale escort agency he'd been using. "Privacy and discretion assured," he promised Tucker. Well maybe for any random widget salesman, but not for the mayor of a gossip-riddled New England town if the shit was to ever hit the fan. It took Tucker a couple of months to work up the courage (or desperation) to finally call the number. Another two times to actually go through with an arranged meeting after chickening out twice. After finally going through the first experience he had with the girl they'd set him up with however, Tucker found himself using the service each time he was down that way on business. "Goddamn Spitzer," Tucker once again mumbled out loud as he drove on, feeling just like one of the dominos that got set in motion when the media frenzy started to swell round the NY Governor had now fallen squarely on him. District Attorneys were as close to scavengers as any breed of animal God have ever placed on the Earth, and with one in his town who had open political aspirations, Tucker should have known to keep his shoes clean. His libido unfortunately had won out, and once there was so much as a trace of evidence about the his potentially illicit relationship with a call-girl ring, it didn't take long for the DA to pounce. Tucker's life started to unravel innocently enough a few months earlier on the Turnpike when a man was pulled over by a Massachusetts state trooper for suspicion of drunk driving. The officer immediately sensed something was amiss seeing the age difference between the much older man and the girl in her 20's. After running the field sobriety checks, it was clear the man was past the legal limit and after running the girl's name and social security number it came back that she was wanted on several bad check warrants. The fact she also had handful of loose joints and a few pills of Ecstasy in her purse didn't help matters. The 20 year old girl, who was trying her best to work her way through college with two parents who both were mired waist deep financially in the mortgage mess, spilled her guts on the spot and admitted she was an escort. It wasn't long before an enterprising and curious detective got a hold of the girl's phone records and ran the numbers inside. Early the next week, a pair of very thorough investigators were waiting for Tucker in his office when he walked in to work, followed not long after by a horde of tv and print reporters. The Mayor's jig was up. "And all the shit might have been worth it if the Bitch looked anything like the piece of ass Spitzer went down for," the mayor chided himself as he drove home, trying to cull a little dose of gallows humor out of an otherwise piss-poor situation. The only salvation for Tucker over those early months of '08, while the walls of his personal life were beginning to close in, was that his two Daughters were both away at college. While not immune at their age to the sins of their Father, thankfully they didn't have to be at ground zero in the family's home every night to see it all up close. For selfish reasons, Tucker was glad they were both gone as well so he didn't have to look, with pitiful shame, into each of their eyes on a daily basis having them know what he did. As for Tucker's wife Ellen, having her squirm uncomfortably in the public spotlight wasn't the worst feeling in the world. In a lot of ways, she was the one that precipitated him originally dialing the number to the escort agency in the first place. Steering his Beamer into the driveway and switching off the ignition, Tucker just sat behind the wheel for a few minutes, gathering his thoughts and trying to muster the courage to walk inside and face his family after the public flogging he'd just endured at the press conference. Sitting there behind his tinted windows as the last shades of dusk gave way to night, Tucker couldn't help but marvel at how similar the sunset was to the night nearly five years ago when he'd driven home at a similar hour, only to have his wife inform him as he was reaching in the fridge for a beer to wind down with, that after 20 years of marriage, she'd decided to become a lesbian. It wasn't like the two were having much sex at time as it was, but it was still a blow to Tucker Simmons' manhood hearing her put it into words. Ellen had confided in him during those tender moments in the dark early in their marriage that she was attracted to other women, and during those initial years of marital bliss, the two had even contemplated bringing an occasional second woman into the mix if the opportunity ever presented itself. Once the kids started to grow up and Tucker's political aspirations took flight however, the lust between Husband and Wife steadily began to wane. Actually going through with telling her Husband of her 'conversion' wasn't borne so much out of her hormones however, as it was out of her reliance on a smooth and constant bottle of rum at her side. Tucker knew Ellen had been fooling around with the wife of one of his business associates for awhile back then and apparently the two women had, in a drunken and cocaine fueled stupor, decided to 'come out of the closet' together. It didn't take long for both women to come to the conclusion however that life was more easily led keeping the persona, wealth and status of being the loyal wife of a successful man rather than announcing to the world their undying love for each other. Within a year or so Ellen and the other woman had broken up, but it didn't amount to any more contentment for him. She wasn't attracted to him anymore and frankly the sight of his Wife, even though she was still a relatively fit and attractive woman, made Tucker a little ill as well. Their relationship for the previous few years had devolved into nothing more than a simple facade for public consumption and a vehicle to keep their Daughters' lives as consistent as possible until they were both done with school. As for Tucker's needs, he knew there were plenty of women he encountered either through his job, or his vast social circles, that he could strike up an affair with. Having genuine concern for his career, not to mention despising the thought of doing anything that might harm his family, he turned all that accumulating lust inward for a very long time. It wasn't until that man at the golf tournament handed Tucker that business card that he even contemplated straying. Once an option to address his natural urges was laid out for him however, one that he thought was chalk full of discretion and fail-safes, Tucker's Puritan Will eventually eroded. Not that there wasn't a certain amount of hubris involved in that decision. He was still good looking, had most of his hair and was the top elected official in his hometown. If his Wife didn't want him, there were plenty of women out there that would. Instead of cheating with someone who either might make the mistake of falling in love, or considering his position in the community, might hold the affair over him, Tucker realized paying for the companionship that was lacking in his life was perhaps the best option. One long exhaled sigh shot like a gust of wind from Tucker's mouth and nose as he reached for the door and stepped out of his car. Noticing his wife's Jag parked at the top of the driveway, Tucker couldn't help but harkens back to the tail end of the press conference when Ellen, who had been standing beside him throughout it all with a calm, cold and straight forward stare, suddenly disappeared. Not that he could blame her, there were plenty of times he'd dug his own tunnel out of that conference room if he had a shovel. Still, it did make it that much more awkward trying to answer the barrage of personal questions after his Wife had ditched his side. Tucker also saw his Daughters' cars parked in the driveway as well. While both Mikala and Angie had been home from college since each of their semesters let out in early May, Tucker wouldn't allow either the public ridicule of attending his press conference/flogging. The brick walkway leading to the front door felt like quicksand under Tucker's shoes as he thought about the shame and disappointment his kids would have to live with until everything, God willing, eventually blew over. He'd activity encouraged both girls to maybe get a Summer job, or perhaps take a few Summer courses back at their colleges so they wouldn't have to be home dealing with their Father's malfeasance, but both Mikala and Angie were insistent on coming home and lending whatever moral support they could. The front door was unlocked and after another painfully long sigh, Tucker walked inside. He was instantly struck by how quiet the entire six bedroom, 3000 square foot house seemed. Thinking for a moment to call out to someone, the urge got lodged in Tucker's throat for fear of hearing his own voice echoing emptily back to him. "Is this what I have to look forward to," his throat tightened as he contemplated his future. Putting one cautious foot in front of the other, Tucker started to walk down the hardwood floor of the foyer, the report of his trotting footsteps providing the only soundtrack inside his head. The TV in the family room wasn't on, and it might have been the first time he'd ever walked into the house when either of his Daughters were home that there wasn't some sort of music blaring from either of their rooms. His ears starved for any shred of stimulation, the only thing that they could faintly detect was the hum of the refrigerator running in the kitchen. Going back through his mental memory bank, Tucker thought back to when he was getting out of his car and to his best recollection, the only light he saw on inside the house was in the family room down at the far end of the east side hallway. Ducking his head into the kitchen just to make sure no one was in there, the only signs of life Tucker saw was his Wife's purse sitting on the bar and a pair of one of his Daughter's tennis shoes laying by the sliding glass door. Feeling almost like a prowler in his own darkened home, Tucker turned towards the hallway and began making his way to the lone ray of light shining from the family room's open doorway. _____________________ On first glance nothing in the room seemed out of place. The plasma tv was still hanging like a movie screen on the side wall, all his accumulated newspapers and magazines were still cluttered on the coffee table and the family cat, Beckett, was curled up on his favorite recliner. Studying the look on the pet's fluffy gray face, Tucker followed the line of Beckett's gaze to the center of the room. Taking two more steps forward until he could see over top of the sofa and down to the floor in front of it, Tucker stopped cold in his tracks. A low, rolling gasp gurgled from the 46 year old man's throat as he took in the sight before him. Sensing the seismic shift of energy in the room, Beckett bounded quickly out of the chair and darted past Tucker on his way back up the hallway, leaving Tucker alone with the image of two naked asses raised in the air on the floor in front of him. Tucker's vision instantly began to blur, and it felt as if his head was filling with helium as he stared down at the two behinds less than eight feet in front of him. His car keys still tucked in his right hand as he stood behind the sofa looking down, the jolt of numbness that swept through his system caused the keychain to slip from his fingers and land with a soft plop on the carpet below. The first thought to seep into Tucker's suddenly discombobulated mind was his Wife must be throwing a lesbian soiree in the house just to kick him when he was down, as if to rub her Husband's face in all his misdeeds, knowing he'd be at his lowest returning home from the shellacking he took at the press conference. Quickly beginning to brim with anger thinking his Wife would do such a thing, especially with both their Daughters home from college, he had to remind himself the depths of disdain Ellen felt for him, and decency in general, when she had a few drinks in her. Tucker realized he wouldn't put something, even that perverse, past her. So when Ellen Simmons walked calmly into the room behind her Husband and took a stand directly at his side, Tucker's first inclination was to reach to his right and grab his wife by the throat until he'd choked her down to the floor. Before he could however, the cool, hushed tone of his Wife's voice paralyzed Tucker. "They're beautiful, aren't they," Ellen simply said to her Husband, allowing the words to hang in the air long enough for Tucker to see what was really in front of him in striking clarity and detail. "For all the shit we've caused each other over the years, we did make two stunning children, didn't we," Ellen continued once she sensed the reality of what he was seeing was starting to sink in for Tucker. Unfolding her arms, Ellen slipped her left hand around the far side of her Husband's waist and hugged him with a tenderness seemingly lost years ago between them as they stared down together at their naked Daughters, side by side on the floor. Everything in Tucker's field of vision seemed to float like jumbled flotsam until the pieces started to come together like the spat out film of a slowly developing Polaroid picture. His wife's cryptic words still echoing in his ears, Tucker reached down with his left hand and clutched it around Ellen's, trying his best to steady his suddenly knocking knees. The first bit of recognition that sent a bone chilling jolt down Tucker's spine was the sunburst shaped tattoo on the lower back of the girl on the right. His oldest Daughter, 21 year old Mikala, had gotten the tattoo the previous Summer and much to her Father's original consternation, it was clearly visible each time she wore a halter top or two piece bathing suit. His head bobbing like a fluttering beachball on top of his shoulders, Tucker's lips began to quiver as his Wife's grip on his waist tightened ever so gently. Shifting his gaze a little to the left, Tucker eventually recognized the birthmark on the second girl's left asscheek. It was the same birthmark his Daughter Angie had popped into the world with 19 years earlier. The two girls continued to kneel there, as still as statues in front of the coffee table, with their heads tucked between their hands as they raised their asses in the air. "Mika.....Ang....," Tucker's voice trickled off his tongue before his Wife patted him reassuringly on the side as if to say, "Yes Tucker...yes it's them." "But... why?" he stammered. "Because they wanted to," Ellen calmly replied. "...They...," Tucker's voice trailed off, leaving a silence as choking as the deepest stretch of the Amazon Jungle hanging in the air. "I've made a decision Tucker," Ellen said, continuing to face forward. "I know I'll played more than a small role in the way everything has unraveled for us the last few years. I don't think it hit me quite how much until I was standing in front of those cameras with you today and felt that same glare you've been under....that's why I had to run out of there when I did." "I've finally decided to go through with something that I've been too scared too face for a long time," she continued. "I'm going to take some time away at that rehab clinic up in Maine you were trying to force on me last year..I just told the girls when I got back home." An initial wave of what should have been vindication swept through Tucker hearing that his Wife finally admitted she had a problem, but given the current circumstances, he was way too stunned to gloat. "And what about...this...," Tucker's extended his trembling hand and pointed towards his two naked girls on the floor. "Wel..That's complicated," was Ellen's dry response. "You've been through a lot Tucker..this is just something they've wanted to do." Slipping her right hand across her body, Ellen placed it against her Husband's lower belly and rubbed it in a couple of soothing circles before allowing her palm to drift lower before it finally came to rest on top of the crotch of his pants. "They want you to fuck them," Ellen whispered softly into her Husband's ear before beginning to knead her fingers deeper into the fabric of Tucker's slacks until the cylinder of his shameful erection was visibly protruding. The blood rushing quickly away from his head, Tucker was thankful Ellen still had ahold of him by both hands or he feared he was collapse face first into the cushions of the plush leather sofa below. "It's what they want Tucker...and it's what you want," Ellen whispered once more before unsheathing her left hand from her Husband's waist and starting a slow, purposeful walk over to the recliner on the far side of the room. That left Tucker standing alone, his bleary eyed gaze seemingly being sucked into the vortex of the two girls' parted thighs as he muttered the words, "It's complicated," over and over. Forgiveness of the Highest Order Ch. 01 Out of the corner of his right eye, Tucker could see his Wife stride with a cool elegance across the carpet, wearing the same ivory white blazer and skirt set she'd worn to the press conference, with her hair still up in the conservative bun the lawyers hold told her to wear it in to engender whatever sympathy she could from the cameras. Watching his Wife take a seat in the recliner and cross her shapely and tanned right leg over her left, Tucker was struck by how calm she seemed, almost as if she was preparing to watch a play or symphony unfold in front of her. All Tucker could do was put his hands on the back of the sofa to support himself as he leaned forward, his dick now twisting like a roused snake in his pants as a hint of drool formed on his lower lip. With all the upheaval in his personal and private life over the past few months, Tucker sensed no facet of his life would ever be the same when the sun rose the next morning. Like a robot with rusting hinges, Tucker turned to his right and started to walk around the sofa, nearly tripping in the process before gathering himself as the bulge of his erection tented out the front of his black trousers. So focused on the two girls now at his feet, Tucker didn't see his Wife place her chin on her right hand, as if studying the look of anguished angst on his face, and silently wondering to herself if she'd had the same expression on her face the day almost a year ago when she was faced with nearly the same dilemma. Tucker could see each of the Daughters quiver ever so slightly as they tried holding their pose below, and each time he inhaled, Tucker could also smell the girls' arousal wafting unmistakably through the air. In a way he was thankful that Mikala and Angie had their faces turned away from him and Tucker did the best he could to shield his eyes from the litany of family portraits dotting the room. Making eye contact, even with a photo, might have been too much for his heart to take at that moment. "Go ahead Tucker.....fuck them," he heard his Wife say from her perch several feet away, Ellen's soothingly calm voice mingled with the sound of her body shifting excitedly in her seat. Even though he'd fathered two children and had been having sex for the better part of 30 years, for a few seconds Tucker Simmons was at a loss over what to do next. The fact it was his two Daughters kneeling before him probably had something to do with it, but as he slowly unbuckled his pants and worked the his zipper down, Tucker could feel a cauldron of primal want swirling inside him as he reached his right hand into his boxers. After a couple of very deep breaths, Tucker pulled the bloated slab of his erection free. "I don't think he was ever that solid for me," Ellen Simmons observed Tucker's cock from the side, forced to stifle an ironic giggle thinking if he had come home on a regular basis with a hard-on like that, she may have never been curious enough to stray to the other side of the fence. Thrust into the crux of a drama he'd never imagined, not only did Tucker have to make the fateful decision to have sex with his apparently more than willing Daughters, he'd have to make the choice of which one to fuck first. Steadily inching the hem of her skirt up with her left hand as she leered across at Tucker standing with his dick exposed above the girls, Ellen bite down on the meaty part of her right thumb as she watched the gears grind inside her Husband's head. Her eyes widened a few moments later when, like a sinner kneeling down to pray before his Confessor, Tucker collapsed down to his knees directly behind their oldest Daughter, Mikala. It was a decision borne more out of convenience and necessity than it was preference. Dizzy due to the diverted blood flow, Tucker dropped to his weakened knees behind Mikala's beckoning rear end. His prick bobbing obscenely out in front of him, every nerve ending in the older man's brain twisted into a knot seeing how his manhood looked jutting just above the crack of his Daughter's lovely, heart-shaped ass. Her behind spread out like a glorious, tanned full moon in front of him, Tucker stared longingly into the sunburst tattoo stenciled into Mikala's lower back, as if still trying to come to terms with what he was about to do. Twenty-one years old and having just finished her Junior year at Cornell, Mikala Simmons was the stockier of the two girls, five foot five with much fuller hips and a 28 inch waist. She'd gotten her voluptuous frame from her Father's side of the family, and being an English major with a minor in Political Science, she was perhaps heading down the same career path as him as well. Her sandy, light brown shoulder length hair covering her face, Tucker had to fight the suddenly overwhelming urge to reach down and pull the strands of hair away from Mikala's cheeks so he could see into her hidden eyes. "That wouldn't be a good idea..at least not quite yet," whatever was left of Tucker Simmons' good judgment advised. Instead, Tucker extended his left hand and dropped it between Mikala's shoulder blades. He instantly felt his Daughter's body twist and quiver as if his touch was confirmation to her that all that was happening in the family den was very real as well. Tracing his fingertips down the golden tanned canal of Mikala's spinal column, Tucker slowed his hand when he reached the small but striking tattoo adorning the base of her back. Swirling his fingers several times over the brightly colored patch of painted flesh, Tucker tried committing the feel of Mikala's baby soft skin to memory. Pumping his cock with his right hand as he explored his oldest Daughter's body with his left, Tucker couldn't prevent his gaze from drifting down to Angie, who was huddled beside her Sister. Guiding his left hand over about a foot, Tucker dropped his palm and five extended fingers in the center of his youngest Daughter's back and did the exact same thing he'd done to Mikala, this time allowing his fingertips to connect the cute freckles that dotted her back. Much fairer skinned than her older Sister, Angela Simmons was a shade over 5'3" and had much narrower features than Mikala, clearly taking after her Mother's side of the gene pool. Angie was also the artistic and carefree rebel in the family. A music major ar Boston U., the 19 year old year old natural blonde had the pouty good looks that helped land her the lead singer's role in several garage bands in the neighborhood while in high school. Allowing his hand to slide all the way down between the milky white cheeks of Angie's behind, Tucker rubbed his thumb over his youngest Daughter's birthmark, just as he'd done to Mikala's tattoo, as if trying to imprint some sort of reality to what he was doing. Patting Angie's rear end softly as if to say, "I'll be back soon", Tucker then guided his left hand back down to Mikala who was now squirming anxiously in front of him. Nervously rolling his tongue back and forth across his teeth, Tucker finally let out an explosive sigh that swept through the room, as if to signal he'd made the decision to cross the final threshold. Cupping his left hand into the shape of a ladle, Tucker pressed it between Mikala's thick, well defined thighs. "My God..I'm touching my Daughter's pussy," the cold voice of decency wanted to scream inside Tucker's head, but it was quickly drowned out by the much more carnal sound of desperation when Mikala's warm and slippery vaginal secretions seeped out across his palm. Tucker's cock continuing the throb in his right hand as he inched forward on the knees of his unzipped dress pants, his eyes started to water and every millimeter of his flesh began to tingle when he realized he was actually close enough to mount his own Daughter from behind. He had no delusions that Mikala was still a virgin, that ship had sailed on a guy's basement sofa a good half-decade earlier, but Tucker knew in the moments to come they were about to share in something so powerful that neither of them would ever experience anything quite like it ever again. Using his fingers to massage the chubby, blood-filled folds of Mikala's labia, Tucker tried to convince himself it felt the same as it would dipping his digits into any other woman's sex, but there was no way in the world, given the circumstances, that would ever be true. Guiding the pulsing shaft of his penis forward, Tucker used his index and middle fingers like a crude fork to pry apart the opening to Mikala's snatch, every few seconds tapping the tip of his thumb over the contour of her erect clitoris until the 21 year old girl was swaying back and forth in front of him. "Good Tucker...now stick it in her," Ellen's voice rose from the recliner. The hem of her tailored skirt now raised all the way to the top of her thighs, Ellen was in the perfect position to see the mad ,wide-eyed look on her Husband's face as he sank his cock between his Daughter's thighs along with the wanton look of expectation that highlighted Mikala's cherubic, tanned features. Ellen almost felt as if she'd become some sort of sexual lightning rod sitting there as she worked her left hand all the way up to her cunt to masturbate herself. A wave of glorious and absolute heaven swept through Tucker when he punched forward and buried the upper third of his prick into his oldest Daughter's welcoming depths. His Adam's Apple bobbing up and down as he rocked forward on his knees, Tucker did all he could not to scream at the top of his lungs seeing the way his rock hard slab of manhood looked disappearing into Mikala's womb. "This can't be happening," Tucker tried telling himself even though the way the young girl's mucousy vaginal muscles squeezed around his erection told him otherwise. Feeling Mikala's body twist and turn as she accepted him deeper inside her, Tucker's blood absolutly boiled seeing the way she was now digging her manicured nails into the carpet in front of her, in an attempt to hold herself up as he impaled her from behind. "Fuuuccckkkkk," a long, low rolling groan shot from Tucker's throat when he felt Mikala vaginal walls close around his dick, like the talons of an eagle, jerking him all the way inside her until his balls were flush against the entrance of her steaming hot fissure. Looking in a daze over at his Wife in the chair, Tucker could see her hand was all the way underneath her skirt now, and over the sound of his own pounding heart and his groin slapping repeatedly into Mikala's behind, Tucker swore he could hear the wet echo of Ellen's hand slicing through her own pussy as she looked on. "Doesn't she feel as good as those whores you were paying for, Tucker?" Ellen pointedly asked her Husband as she continued touching herself. "....Better...," Tucker admitted after unknotting his tongue, instantly causing Mikala to fuck him even harder with her fleshy ass when she heard her Father's dry, toneless, but honest, response to her Mother's question. Dropping both his hands down flat then spreading them out across Mikala's round and meaty asscheeks, Tucker drove his cock all the way forward, basking in the glow of being surrounded by the three most important women in his life. Loving the way Mikala's thick brown hair lurched each time he plowed forward, Tucker's palate filled with an adrenaline he'd never tasted seeing the way his oldest Daughter's body buckled on her hands and knees in front of him. "Fuck her..Fuck her hard," Ellen hissed under her breath, wrenching her wrist now in a visibly painful angle under her tight skirt, trying to simultaneously pinch her clit and g-spot watching Tucker service their Daughter like she was a naked bitch in heat. Tucker could hear the muffled moans of pleasure drifting up from Mikala's mouth each time he hit paydirt inside her, but the real groaning didn't start until something possessed him to raise his right hand into the air and bring it down with several solid and stinging smacks against her wide behind. Mikala's entire body heaving in front of him like an anxious race horse twisting in a starting gate, the harder he spanked his Daughter, the harder she bucked her swollen and dripping cunt backwards against his pistoning groin. "My God...My God...MMMMRGG...GGRRAAWWDDD," Tucker's vocal chords warbled, the years worth of built up frustration from his personal and private life now bleeding from his guts like a lanced boil, as he took the salvation his oldest Daughter had offered. "Gonna cum...Gonna cum...GGRRRRAAHH..GONNA CUM..MY GOD I'M GONNA CUM," his voice rose until he was struggling to reach for his penis to pull it out before bathing Mikala's cervix in his boiling hot seed. "Don't worry about it Tucker....go ahead and cum inside her," Ellen's voice drifted through the room like the calming voice of God. "She's been on the Pill since she was 17.....let yourself go inside her. It's what she wants Tucker..and like I just said earlier...I know it's what you want." Just as Ellen's voice was trailing off, suddenly, as if rising from the bowels of the Earth, Mikala began growling below. "Cum in me Daddy..Cum in me Please," the first tangible words since all this started crept out of Mikala's mouth and up to Tucker. As if his Wife's approval to cum inside Mikala, combined with the enraptured feeling of her wet cunt squeezing at his cock, wasn't enough to send him over the edge, hearing his oldest Daughter begging him to bust a nut inside her was simply too much for any man to take. Without a hint of control over his own bodily functions, Tucker's dick exploded like a ruptured firehose, sending wad after wad of his sticky hot ejaculate deep into Mikala's churning womb. Digging his fingertips hard into the girl's rear end, a shrill and scary scream of release burned from Tucker's throat and leeched through the walls of the house. Thankfully the family lived at the end of a secluded cul-de-sac and Tucker's helpless wails of orgasm drifted through the woods surrounding the house, attracting only the attention of the wildlife outside instead of what would have most certainly been very startled neighbors. Keeping his eyes slitted open just enough to see Mikala below, the sound of her Father's cumming combined with the rabid way he continued to pound his dick into her sent Mikala over the edge as well. The 21 year old's knees and elbows began trembling on the floor as her creaming cunt convulsed around his cock. Finally Mikala raised her head slightly and unleashed a screaming wall of sound from her mouth that Tucker swore caused the leaves of the plants on the window sill facing her to sway side to side as she came on his spewing sword. The neon lights exploding inside Tucker's head gradually flickered down until his whole world seemingly became bathed in an electric gray haze. Capable of doing nothing else at that moment, Tucker collapsed straight down until his hairy and sweaty chest came to rest on top of his Daughter's back. Gasping for air between Mikala's shoulders, Tucker allowed his lips to traipse across the girl's salty, babysoft skin as his spent cock continued to baste inside her burning and squishy quim. "She can do amazing things with her vaginal muscles, can't she," Ellen said from above. Cocking his head to the side to face his Wife, Tucker could see she was now standing up and in the process of stepping out of her skirt. He could see Ellen wasn't wearing any panties and it dawned on him like a ton of bricks that she probably wasn't wearing any while she was standing right beside him at the press conference earlier, as he stewed before the unrelenting reporters and their cameras. Struggling to gain his breath as he watched Ellen slowly undo the buttons of her crisp and lacy white blouse, he wanted to ask his Wife 'just how would she know about Mikala's vaginal prowess'. The smug and calculating look on Ellen's face told Tucker that question wasn't necessary. Instead, he simply asked, "How long?" when he managed to speak. "Since late last Summer..right before both girls went back to school. You were off on one of your jaunts down to Boston...sort of ironic don't you think?" Ellen replied with frigid smoothness just before squatting down in front of Mikala and putting her shaved clean and glistening cunt right in front of her Daughter's famished face. "You want to hear all the sordid details?" Ellen looked right into her Husband's dazed eyes and asked. Seeing Mikala slowly extend her tongue until it disappeared into her Mother's swollen pink slit, all Tucker could manage was a weak gulp and a nod of shameful affirmation...... End of Part 1...plenty more to come Forgiveness of the Highest Order Ch. 02 Dropping herself down to the carpet one knee at a time, 44 year old Ellen Simmons kept her right hand steady on the top of her Daughter's head as Mikala slithered her tongue through the tingling, blood filled floods of her Mother's cunt. Using her thumb to peel back the bangs of light brown hair from Mikala's eyes, Ellen stared deep into her oldest Daughter's reddened and flush face as she felt her own seeping arousal being swept up by Mikala's churning mouth. Dizzy and exhausted from the physical excursion he'd just put his body through, all Tucker could manage to do was rock backwards on his knees and allow his cum-smeared cock to slip free from his Daughter's vaginal grip, landing with a wet, greasy plop against the inside of his right thigh. His eyes glued to the spot in front of him where Mikala's tongue was darting inside his Wife's shaved quim, Tucker's chest rose and fell as he tried to absorb what was happening. It was clear from the ease and efficiency Mikala went about her cunnilingus act on her Mother, and from the nonchalant smirk on Ellen's face, that this was a well practiced act for both. Playfully picking her left hand through Mikala's hair once she'd starting softly rubbing her Daughter's back with her right, Ellen simply knelt there on both knees allowing Mikala to nurse from her pussy. "Like I said Tucker... it all started one day last year while you were shacked up down in Boston... the girls were still home from school and I was out late one night. I came home drunk with one of my friends and I guess we never made it further than the sofa... both girls sorta heard some commotion downstairs and when they came down... well you can fill in the rest." Tucker sat back against the edge of the coffee table, mesmerized by his Wife's words, knowing when she mentioned the word, 'friend', she meant one of her numerous lesbian flings. "And did ... you two... stop?" Tucker's voice drifted out of his mouth like overcooked oatmeal. "No... not exactly," Ellen replied with quick, sober clarity. "I was sort of in a compromising position there on the sofa and the woman I was with was a little past the point of good judgment as well... and then one thing just led to another and... " "... And Mikala and Angie... joined... in," Tucker finished his Wife's sentence in a hushed tone, on one level not wanting his gut instinct about what Ellen was insinuating to be true, but on another completely different level, one he felt himself slowly being sucked into, wanting the illicit thought of it all to be true. All Ellen did was nod down to the image of Mikala's mouth clamped around her pussy to give her Husband his answer. Tucker could hear the tender sounds of Mikala's tongue lapping through his Wife's drenched vagina, and he suddenly couldn't pry his gaze away from the remnants of his buried cum beginning to bubble from the girl's cunt each time she squeezed her vaginal muscles together. It was painfully clear his 21 year old Daughter was getting aroused eating her Mother out. Continuing to lean backwards against the coffee table, Tucker was startled when he saw his other Daughter's body shift from her kneeling position beside Mikala, and slowly turn towards him. It felt like a sledgehammer hit Tucker in the spine when he locked eyes with Angie. It was the first time since he'd entered the house that he'd met the gazes of either of his Daughters, and when he did, Tucker felt as if every secret he'd concealed was now as naked and exposed as his kids and Wife were. Before he could corral his quivering lips and even think about making them work however, Angie had spun around on her knees and was now face to face with her Father. Angie's breasts hung from her chest like two perfect, pert, pale white pendulums as she inched closer to Tucker, who continued to sit there silently on the floor, like a large buck stuck in headlights. Without saying a word, Angie lowered her hands down to the front of her Father's shirt and deliberately began unbuttoning it. Lifting his tee-shirt up when she could sink enough of her hand inside the opening she'd created, Angie then bent forward and placed her lips on the center of her Father's exposed chest. The back of Tucker's shoulders trembling against the edge of the coffee table as he looked down at the top of his youngest Daughter's head, he could feel 19 year old girl's soft lips flutter up and down between his breastbone and belly button. Tucker's breath suddenly got lodged in his throat a few seconds later when Angie removed her lips from his chest and leaned a little lower between his parted legs. All that air trapped in his throat escaped in a thunderous whoosh when Tucker felt Angie's mouth close around the cumsplattered girth of his cock. Another wave of glorious adrenaline shot like a runaway comet up Tucker's spine and exploded inside his head the instant Angie's lips wrapped around the head of the same penis he'd just fucked her Sister with. The back of his head rocking side to side on the surface of the coffee table in disbelief, Tucker finally rocked forward once again just to make sure everything he was experiencing was real. Tilting his head slightly to the left to get a better look, he could in fact see Angie's distended lips clamped around the upper third of his cock at the same time the metal stud she had in her right eyebrow glistened in the yellowish light of the lamplit room. "It's all real," he just shook his head and mumbled. Casting one lazy eye over to the floor, Tucker could see Mikala was now resting on her belly with her mouth still pressed tightly against her Mother's syrupy crotch. Tucker could also see the expression on Ellen's face seem to scrunch and tighten each time Mikala's tongue swept hard over the puffy and aroused folds of her Mom's vagina. Helpless to just sit there with his Daughter draped over his lap, all Tucker could do was gently pat his right hand down on Angie's silky soft blonde hair as she scrubbed her lips up and down on his cock. "God... Baby," Tucker muttered over and over, feeling his dick start to re-inflate inside the warm and wet cocoon of his youngest Daughter's mouth. His hips gyrating across the carpet as his loins once again caught fire, Tucker's attention was snared by the vocal tinges of joy escaping his Wife's lungs. Darting his gaze back to Ellen and Mikala on the floor, Tucker could see his Daughter had worked herself back up to her knees, as if she was a shark smelling blood as her Mother's body began weaving back and forth. It was clear from the increased pace and thrust of her oral assault, Mikala knew she was driving her Mom towards orgasm. And from the special way the 21 year old girl seemed to tongue and chew at Ellen's erect clitoris, it was painfully apparent it was a task she'd performed more than a few times before. "AAWAAAAAAHHH... WWAAHHMMM... AAAAAHHH... AAHHH," the older woman's husky, but steadily withering groans increased in volume until they were echoing down the halls of the cavernous house. "GOD... AAHHH... MIKALA... AHH BABY... YEAHHH... FUCK ME... EAT ME BABY," Ellen continued to moan in full throat until her entire body was rocking back and forth on her bent knees. Angie never so much as turned around as her Mother's voice ripped through the room, more concerned with keeping her mouth clamped around her Father's growing erection. It was noticeable to Tucker however that each time one of his Wife's spastic wails bounced against the walls of the room, the pace and urgency of Angie's lips and tongue did increase around his throbbing prick. "YEESSSSSS... UUMMMM... YYEESSSSS... CCUU... CUUUMMMM... CCUUUMMMIINNNGGGGGG," Ellen's orgasm finally tore through her a few seconds later. Clamping her right hand down on the back of Mikala's head, Ellen pulled her Daughter's face tight against her flooded snatch, spraying her rich vaginal crème all over the girl's pouty lips and tanned cheeks as her Father looked on. His eyes as wide as saucers, Tucker could feel his dick now bulging inside Angie's mouth as he watched the physical transformation his Wife's 44 year old body endured, allowing Mikala to literally eat her past the point of no return. Looking down at the tangled mass of naked flesh laid out before him, it almost felt to Tucker as if a tornado had blown the roof off his house and laid waste to his life as he knew it. Keeping his back wedged against the edge of the coffee table however, he did nothing to stop his youngest Daughter from continuing to devour his fully erect manhood as Mikala and her Mom began to cuddle on the floor. Stroking the palm of his hand over the top of Angie's head, Tucker guiltily couldn't resist staring down at his Daughter as she went about her carnal chore. On one hand, Angie still had the same youthful look of the girl he'd bounced on his knee as a child, yet there was something else Tucker could see, a clear aura she was giving off that she wasn't as innocent as he'd always imagined. He could feel her right hand anchored against the opening she'd made in his shirt, and her fingertips rubbing at his hairy chest as she continued to roll and swirl her tongue around his straining cock. In ways he could have never fathomed, Tucker was starting to understand just how much his little girl had grown up. A few moments later, Angie cranked her neck all the way around until she could look up into her Father's eyes as she serviced him. She could instantly see the glassy look of want etched across his face and that only served to spur her on until she could feel her Dad's behind beginning to lurch off the carpet until he was crudely trying to fuck her face. Not wanting to completely expend what little energy he had remaining in his 46 year old body, Tucker reached down with his free hand and removed the saliva drenched slab of his manhood from Angie's eager mouth before she could finish him off. Framing her face to memory for several seconds as his cock continued to bob expectantly beside her left cheek, Tucker stared deep into Angie's eyes before finally nudging her backward until she was flat on her back in front of him. Crouched now directly above his youngest Daughter, Tucker steadily worked his pants off, then undid the remaining buttons of his shirt until he was as naked as the rest of his family in the den. Sliding forward, as Mikala and Ellen looked on from their embraced position to the right, Tucker took his place between Angie's trim white legs. Pushing her knees all the way apart with his trembling hands, Tucker looked straight down at the girl's freshly shaved vagina. Tucker had long known about the piercing in Angie's eyebrow, not to mention the diamond stud in her nose she'd come home from school with the previous Christmas. Staring down between her thighs, Tucker was now at a total loss seeing she'd got her clit pierced as well. Going numb as he knelt there examining the shiny piece of jewelry adorning the upper part of Angie's bald mound, Tucker felt his head and his cock each pound in brutal rhythm as he watched his Daughter slide her fingers through the slick and soupy fissure. Gathering all the internal strength he could, Tucker raised his right hand and guided it forward until it was directly above Angie's crotch. He could feel the steamy warmth radiating out against his skin as he flexed apart his fingers and pinched them around the stud anchored into his Daughter's clitoris. With a look of care and caution on his face, Tucker pressed his fingers together and jiggled the smooth and shiny piece of jewelry back and forth until a low and soft mewing groan shot from Angie's throat and she began to shiny her rear end across the carpet. So entranced there on his knees, Tucker nearly toppled forward seeing the way Angie's entire body reacted to him pinching and jiggling at her clit. "MMMM... AAAHH... Yesss... Daddy," a low whisper fluttered from the 19 year old girl's lips as she spread her thighs all the way apart for him. Massaging her breasts as she looked down between her cleavage at her Dad's fingers inspecting her cunt, Angie winced and sighed when she finally felt his thumb scoop delicately inside her. Scooting his knees backwards until his legs were spread out beneath the coffee table, Tucker lowered his face down to Angie's cunt. Her blistering scent immediately filled Tucker's senses, and he felt his eyes water as he inhaled the girl' rich fragrance. Gently rubbing his right hand up and down the skin of Angie's left inner thigh, Tucker rolled his tongue around his mouth several times, in the process casting his Daughter one last look before finally diving in. "AAAHH... YYEEAAHH," Angie grimaced immediately, digging her fingers into the scalp of her Father's short, grayish brown hair as his tongue split her tender labia. Scooping and swirling his tongue deeper into her slit with each chewing gesture he made on top of her crotch, Tucker worked his way down until his lips were flush on top of Angie's gurgling quim. Her juices flowing down his throat like liquid velvet each time he swallowed, goosebumps began to rise across Tucker's naked flesh as the taste of his Daughter's sweet, fruity essence absorbed deep into his palate. It wasn't long before his cheeks and chin were absolutely covered in Angie's leaking arousal. Somewhere deep in the recesses of Tucker's mind, he knew he could hear some shuffling going on around him but he was so locked into the cunnilingus he was performing on the 19 year old girl below, tearing himself away from that was the last thing on his mind. Slurping and twisting his mouth between his Daughter's obscenely spread thighs, Tucker alternately sucked and nibbled at Angie's pierced clit before clamping his mouth down hard on her burning cunt to ingest the resulting spray of vaginal dew his manipulations had produced. Over and over he did that until Angie was melting like a stick of butter on a scalding skillet beneath his face. Tucker could hear Angie's heaving moans increase in urgency each time he plowed his tongue deeper into her womb, but the moans sounded strangely muffled. Assuming the distortion in sound was due in large part to the way Angie's thighs repeatedly flapped against his ears each time he scraped his lips and tongue across her clitoris, when Tucker finally did steal a quick look up to gauge his Daughter's reaction, he saw there was another reason for the strange way she sounded. From his nest between Angie's legs, Tucker looked to his right and saw that his Wife had snuggled down beside their 19 year old Daughter, and was slowly rubbing her left hand up and down Angie's trim belly. Focusing his eyes a little more intently, Tucker gulped seeing how Ellen had wrapped her mouth around the lower part of Angie's left breast, and the blood that was already boiling through his system raced that much faster seeing how the muscles in his Wife's neck and throat worked as she sucked her Daughter's tit. Shaking his head with disbelief, when he did Tucker then saw that Mikala was on her knees and leaning forward directly over top of Angie face. Twisting his head to the side to get a better look, Tucker could see Mikala's lips had created a vacuum seal around her younger Sister's right breast, as her own full bosom hung straight down on top of Angie's hidden face. Narrowing his focus as best he could, Tucker's failing vision could make out just enough of Angie's mouth chewing hungrily at her older Sister's heavy and swaying endowment. His dick was pressing so hard beneath him, Tucker swore he could have burrowed it straight through the floor if he'd wanted to as he laid there eating Angie out, the whole time keeping his eyes fixed on Ellen and Mikala ravaging her from above. Angie's arousal was now splashing in slick, rapid bursts against Tucker's buried face and suddenly a knot of desperation formed in his stomach. A lit fuse seemingly burning down the expanse of his spine, the older man knew there was only one way to make that all-encompassing heat go away. Almost as if his youngest Daughter could read his mind, or at least divine the urgency and lust pouring from his pores, Angie uttered the words, "Fuck me Daddy" in two angelically soft whispers just as Tucker was about to pull his mouth away from her pussy. Looking like a dazed and punch-drunk boxer pulling himself up from the canvas as he got to his knees, a wicked, almost psychotic grin spread across Tucker's face as he stared down at the three women. Licking the accumulated layer of Angie's juices from his lips as he took his cock in his right hand, the rock hard cylinder of flesh felt like freshly forged steel as Tucker guided it towards his Daughter's vagina. Just then, as if answering a primal call of their own, Mikala and Ellen shifted their weight around until they were flanking Tucker on each side. His dick jutting straight out from his groin, Tucker watched as Mikala crawled closer to him on his left while his Wife inched towards him on the right. Holding his breath as Mikala's shadow drifted across his face, Tucker stared deep into her smoky brown eyes as her lips came together with his. Kissing his oldest Daughter back until their mouths appeared to become one, Tucker synapses crackled when he felt Mikala's right hand close around his painfully erect cock. "You just fucked me with it Daddy," Mikala whispered into Tucker's ear, "Now fuck Angie with it." The hair on the back of Tucker's neck stood on end feeling Mikala's hand sliding up and down on his shaft, and he found himself growing dizzy inhaling the alluring perfume she'd dabbed on her neck and cleavage. Continuing to kiss her Father on the lips as she openly fondled his manhood, Mikala could feel the remnants of her own vaginal stew soaking his cock and she rubbed it in her hand. Rolling her tongue delicately across her Father's, Mikala glided her free hand across his chest, paying special attention to pinching each of his nipples between her long fingernails. With each stroke her hands made on his cock and chest, Mikala could feel her Dad quickly turning to putty beside her. The only part of Tucker that wasn't softening were his will, and his shamelessly aroused dick. Looking down with an almost mystical glee at Mikala jacking him off while she french kissed him, out of the corner of his right eye Tucker could see his Wife was lowering her hand down on top of Angie's crotch. Tucker's pupils bounced like spinning quarters in their sockets seeing Ellen's fingers dip and swirl through Angie's buttery pink depths before finally flexing apart as if to hold the girl's labia open for him. "Go ahead Tucker... Fuck her," Ellen sighed to her Husband as she snuck her free hand lovingly around his back. "Yeah Daddy... Fuck her," Mikala's whispered into her Father's ear, adding further to the insane chorus in his head. His cock flexing wildly in Mikala's warm grip, Tucker gradually worked himself between Angie's thighs with the sole purpose of penetrating her womb. Feeling his Wife's hand caressing his lower back as she simultaneously held Angie's vagina apart for him, Tucker was left with nothing to do but look deep into his youngest Daughter's eyes. They were the same eyes Tucker had stared into the first time he'd put Angie on a swing. They were also the same eyes he'd looked into with so much joy and frustration the day he tried to teach her to ride a bike. Now he was staring straight down into those eyes as Angie spread her legs wide, unrepentantly beckoning him to enter her. A cosmic wave of crazed lust rippled through Tucker's body the instant the head of his penis smacked into his Daughter's soaking wet vulva. Even though he'd fucked Mikala just minutes earlier, her back had been turned towards him the whole time. He never once had to look into her eyes as he pumped his dick to completion inside her. Now Tucker found himself face to face with Angie as he carefully stuffed his bulging manhood inside the girl's bubblegum pink quim. Forgiveness of the Highest Order Ch. 02 Watching as his dick split Angie's blood-filled labia, Tucker immediately felt her vaginal muscles constrict around his invading appendage and pull him in deeper. Feeling Mikala's fingers still pinching and tugging gently at his two nipples, Tucker saw Ellen slowly pull hand away from Angie's crotch, allowing him free reign to belly all the way up to his Daughter's cunt. "God Baby... you're so tight," Tucker voice trickled from his throat as he stared down at the way Angie bit down hard on her lower lip and grimaced from his steady penetration. The fury pubes on his balls tickling Angie's bald vagina as he bottomed out inside her, Tucker placed his hands securely on each side of her waist before beginning a slow and grinding rhythm. "AAAHHH... AAAHHH" Angie cried out each time her Father's pelvic bone pressed down on top of her's. "All the way in Tucker... now give it to her hard," Ellen sighed into her Husband's ear before easing her left hand down to his hips as if to prod him on. Angie could see her pale white breasts dancing across her chest each time her Father's crotch pounded into her's, and when she looked up at him, she could also clearly see her Mother and Sister kneeling beside him, looking down at her with primal lust in their eyes as she writhed on the carpet. Seeing how her feet waved in the air to each side of Tucker, Angie gasped when she felt her Mother take hold of her left ankle just as Mikala clutched her right, the two women in essence holding her feet apart as her Father drilled down on top of her. Over and over Angie tried to hump her crotch upwards to meet her Father's thrusts but she was unable to gain any traction. After a few failed attempts Angie simply gave up and laid all the way back. Digging her fingers into the rug to each side of her hips, Angie held on the best she could as she allowed the man who'd given her life to have his complete and utter way with her. For Tucker, the act of having sex with someone other than himself had been relegated to something he only enjoyed during his occasional trips downstate when he could make a date with the escort agency. Even then, when he did hook up with one of the girls, with the time constraints he faced combined with his own admittedly waning libido, it usually meant Tucker only had one good go-around in him. Now Tucker found himself faced with having to perform for the second time in less than 15 minutes. Thankfully for him, with the extreme nature of what was unfolding around him, he filled with a virility he hadn't felt since he was a teenager three decades earlier. His eyes shining like two diamonds as he absorbed every facial tick and nuance of Angie's reaction, Tucker anxiously plunged the head of penis against the back wall of his Daughter's cervix. A minute or so after he'd penetrated her, Tucker felt Angie's calves wrap around each side of his waist before her ankles locked in the center of his now sweaty back. Everyone in the room could also hear his heavy balls slapping against the crack of Angie's ass each time he rammed forward. A few seconds later, Tucker felt something that even he couldn't comprehend fire up the nerve endings of his spine and explode inside his brain. When he looked down to his left he saw that Mikala had closed her mouth around his left nipple and was swirling it delicately between her tongue and front teeth as he fucked Angie. "WUHHH... AAAHH... GGAAWDD," was all the older man could manage as his oldest Daughter rolled his nipple in her mouth. To his left, all Tucker could see the top of Mikala's head as she suckled her mouth against his chest. To his right, Tucker could see his Wife standing beside him, slowly fingering her wet and glistening pussy as she took the entire landscape of the room in. And straight in front of him there was his youngest Daughter, writhing on the floor each time one of his quick and well placed bursts connected deep inside her vaginal cul-de-sac. Ready now to concentrate his full attention on her, Tucker crawled forward a few more inches and dropped his chest down on top of Angie's. Instantly feeling the softness of her breasts swell beneath him, Tucker buried his mouth on the crook of Angie's neck and delicately began nibbling on the softest flesh of the girl's body as he delivered one pounding jab after another inside her frothing quim. The resulting gush of air that shot from Angie's mouth was nearly intoxicating for Tucker as it repeatedly bathed the side of his face. For several minutes, Tucker did what came naturally, churning his rock hard cock in and out of tight velvet chute of Angie's vagina. As much as he tried convincing himself it was just another woman beneath him, like one of the girls he fooled around with before marrying his Wife, or even one of the girls from the escort service, every time he took a whiff of Angie's perfume, or heard the soft quiver of her voice when his dick connected inside her, there was no way for Tucker to get past the reality that he was shamelessly laying the pipe to his own flesh and blood. Feeling Angie's heels dig harder into his lower back with each passing stroke, suddenly Tucker also felt her arms shoot up off the floor and wrap around his shoulders. He instantly felt Angie's fingernails begin clawing into his skin as he showed her no mercy. At some point, no matter how much he wanted to sustain that moment forever, Tucker knew he was nearing the point of critical mass and would be forced to cum. The soft, welcoming feel of Angie's body below combined with the expert way she was wrenching her cunt around his cock had lit the fuse inside Tucker's loins, and he could feel what was left off his scalding lust rolling to the surface. On and on he grinded down on top of her however, until beads of sweat were dripping from his brow. Looking up for a moment to breathe in a fresh dose of air, Tucker saw Ellen stroll around his right side and sit down directly behind Angie's head. Slowing his pace slightly as he watched what his Wife was up to, Tucker saw Ellen fold her legs Indian style and allow Angie to lower the back of her head down on her naked lap. A few seconds later Ellen began gently stroking her Daughter's long, stringy blonde hair with her hands as Angie withered under her Father's steady assault. "Does that feel good, Baby?" Tucker heard Ellen ask their Daughter, to which the young girl simply nodded her head up and down. Seeing that caused Tucker to speed his pace once again as Ellen continued to lazily stroke her Angie's baby soft hair between her fingers. "This is just too much," Tucker internal voice quivered as he felt the unmistakable boil rising inside his balls. Just when he didn't think his body could handle another bit of stimulation, suddenly Tucker felt something soft and warm slithering between the crack of his own ass. It was Mikala's right hand. Using her thumb, Tucker's oldest Daughter began teasing her Father's asshole while using the rest of her fingers to poke and knead his swollen nutsack as he pounded his groin continuously down on top of Angie. "Goddammitt... what are you doing to me," Tucker cried, losing every bit of control over his bodily functions as he rutted on top of Angie while Mikala massaged his genitals. "GONNA CUM... GONNA CUM... GONNNAAA CCUUMMMMMMMM," Tucker strained and spat out less than a minute later. "Yes... Yess... YESSSS... Cum in me Daddy... Please... YESSSSS... Cum in me... PLEASE... ," Angie shivered, her forehead now burrowed down on top of her Father's shoulder as they shared a noisy, breathtaking and bone-jarring, simultaneous release. A half hour earlier when he was preparing to blow his initial load inside Mikala, Tucker had been comforted by the soothing words of his Wife that Mikala was on the Pill. Now as he was on the verge of shooting what was left in his balls deep into Angie, Tucker prayed she was using birth control as well because there was no way humanly possible to stem the tide was that currently erupting. His entire body tensing, the veins inside Tucker's neck flared like tightened cables as all the lust remaining inside him splattered deep inside Angie's vagina. Tucker could feel the girl's nipples pressing like two plump cherries against his chest, not to mention her two hands clutching the back of his neck in a life or death embrace as she came beneath him. Their straining expressions mirroring each other's, Tucker and Angie continued to grind their bodies as one until they were both useless, sweat-soaked human husks. Through it all, Ellen continued to brush out Angie's hair with her hands until the girl's shoulder length locks spread out in a spray of golden and silky strands across her Mother's lap. It took a few minutes for Tucker to steady himself enough to even think about moving. The collective heartbeat he and Angie had seemingly synchronized as they pressed their chest together during their coitus continued on until Tucker finally pulled himself up slightly and rolled to his left. Collapsing into a spent heap on the carpet directly beside his equally exhausted Daughter, Tucker could hear, along with everyone else in the room, the sound of his dick slipping free from the gooey grip of Angie's vagina. When the half limp club of flesh bounced several times before settling in a greasy, crescent shaped log across his upper thigh, there was no mistaking what he'd just done with it. Before he could even start trying to catch his breath, out of the corner of his eye he saw the blurry image of Mikala approaching on the right just before she knelt down and cozied up to him as well, leaving Tucker sandwiched between both his Daughters as the room around him continued to spin. Trying to focus his gaze, all Tucker could really make out as he looked straight up was Ellen's devilishly smiling face. Seeing her still seated behind Angie's head, Tucker strained to make any sense of what was happening as he stared deep into her Cheshire gaze. "They're pretty hard to say 'no' to aren't they Tucker?" she sighed in a low whisper to her Husband, as if trying to share in the guilt she knew he was feeling, the same complicated guilt she felt herself nearly a year earlier. Tucker's tongue and throat were so parched there wasn't any way he was going to string together more than a few grunts without a drink to satiate his palate. Instead, the only way he had to answer his Wife's question was a nod of his reddened face as Angie and Mikala began caressing their hands up and down across his heaving chest. Finally Ellen stood up and looked like a female giant to Tucker as he watched her walk across the room and take a seat directly in front of him on the leather sofa. "They have pretty amazing stamina too," Ellen Simmons added crypticly, before taking a sip from the glass of red wine she'd poured herself a few minutes earlier... Part 3 to come Forgiveness of the Highest Order Ch. 03 Sprawled out in the center of his living room floor, Tucker Simmons was naked as the day he was born as he reached for a throw-pillow his Wife had tossed down from the sofa. His belly rising up and down as he continued trying to catch his breath, Tucker tucked the pillow under the back of his head as his two Daughter's cozied up on each side. He could feel Mikala and Angie's fingers lovingly rubbing his chest as he cast his still dumbstruck gaze up to his Wife. Sitting on the sofa with her right leg folded over her left, Ellen Simmons nursed her glass of wine in between puffs of her cigarette as she watched her Husband and two naked Daughters cuddle, showing the same unflustered ease as if the three had been playing a game of trivial pursuit on the floor in front of her. Rubbing her left hand along the insides of her thighs once she'd patted out the butt of her Marlboro Ultra Light, Ellen continued to sip at her wine as she watched the three bodies steadily intertwine. For Tucker, an eerie calm slowly settled in the room as the stunning new reality he was now faced with came into view. Allowing his breathing to level out, he found himself almost on auto-pilot as he leaned first to his left to kiss Angie for a few seconds, before turning his head all the way to the other side to kiss Mikala. Both girls continued to swirl their fingers through the curly, grayish hair lining their Father's chest as they each shared several long and tender kisses with him. Once they sensed Tucker had reached a level of calm and comfort with what they were doing, Mikala and Angie gracefully rotated around on their behinds until their faces were eye level with their Father's waist. Before Tucker could even fathom what the girls had in mind, he felt Mikala and Angie's hands come to rest on his upper thigh just before each rubbed their fingers softly over his spent penis. Looking up at his Wife finishing off her glass of wine, Tucker simply couldn't hold his tongue. "I thought you said you were going to rehab," he sniped at Ellen from the floor. "I am..first thing in the morning," she replied. "Temptation is a bitch ain't it," Ellen added with a wry tone as if to highlight Tucker's own weakness of the flesh. Having been put in his place by his Wife, Tucker concentrated his gaze back on Mikala and Angie who were now lathering their tongues up and down up and down the rubbery shaft of his prick. It wasn't long before the blood was filling his sore and well used phallus for the third time of the evening. "Those girls in Boston don't have anything on your Daughters, do they Tucker?" Ellen sniped down to her Husband in a sleepy but knowing tone. There was a long pause of silence before Tucker answered. "No..No they don't," he finally replied, knowing there was no sense in lying at that point. There were no secrets left to keep. "Did you think about Angie and Mikala while you were with those whores you were paying for?" Ellen continued her obscene interrogation in between lighting another cigarette. "...Yes," Tucker gulped and admitted, his pelvis flinching noticeably on the carpet as if the girls intensified their efforts on his crotch when they heard their Father's honest response. It wasn't long before Tucker's dick was standing back at full attention, looking like a vein encased white stump between his two Daughters' faces. Wrapping the base of her Father's cock in her left hand, Angie held it straight up in the air for Mikala as she plunged her mouth up and down on the thick and reddened shaft, allowing it's spongy and throbbing head to bounce over and over against the back of her throat. Breathing through her nose as she gliding her lips up along the smooth and salty skin of her Dad's erection, it wasn't long before Mikala could taste the remnants of her own juicy arousal, combined with Angie's, each time she swallowed the saliva she'd spat over his manhood. Caressing his balls tenderly with her right hand, Mikala removed her mouth from Tucker's cock a few minutes later and replaced Angie's hand with her own, allowing her younger Sister her turn to plow her mouth down on their Father's jutting phallus. The two girls continued to alternate their joint blowjob until Tucker was writhing like a helpless child on the floor beneath them. The back of his head rolling side to side on the pillow below, Tucker could see the two girls' vaginas flaring to his immediate left and right. Disorientated from all the blood flow away from his brain, Tucker slowly extended each of his hands out until he'd crept them between Mikala and Angie's thighs. Tapping his fingers down on both their bald snatches, he could quickly feel the heat of their re-kindled lust simmering from deep within their wombs. The more the girls franticly worked their hands and mouths up and down on his aching cock, the harder Tucker dug his digits into the slits of his two Daughters' nectar filled pussies. Tucker could immediately feel the brunt of Mikala and Angie's breath cascade across his groin when he slipped is fingers between the rubbery lips of the their' vaginas. It wasn't long before both girls' feet were swimming to each side of his head as he jabbed his fingertips deeper into their frothing cunts. Looking straight up at Mikala and Angie, Tucker could see the strain grow on the girls' faces the harder he wrenched his hands between their legs. Just above them, Tucker could also see the specter of his naked Wife sitting on the sofa. He could tell that Ellen had placed her free hand between her thighs and even though his heart was beating loudly, he was sure he could hear the sound of Ellen's fingers diddling through the wetness of her crotch while staring down at what her two Daughters were doing to him, the whole time smoking yet another cigarette. His index and middle fingers buried to the hilt inside each of his Daughters' quim, Tucker could clearly feel the strength of the girls' vaginal muscles as they squeezed his embedded digits. The wetness leaking from Angie and Mikala's cunt soaking Tucker's hands as he pressed onward, he loved the way both girls seemed to coil on the carpet as they continued to suck and paw at his dick. Straining his neck up from the pillow to get the best view he could, Tucker looked as if he was watching a rapidly moving tennis match from the way his eyes darted back and forth between his two girls. Every so often he'd also steal a peek up to Ellen and take in the way she sat stoically on the sofa, barely blinking, as she absorbed the carnal wreckage in front of her. Tucker could feel every subtle contour of Mikala and Angie's tongues as they slid up and down his cock, not to mention the softness of their fingers as they tenderly massaged his saggy and bouncing balls. Keeping the relentless pressure of his grip inside the two girls' velvet sheaths, Tucker eventually felt the inner thighs of both girls begin an unmistakable quiver, which caused him to prod them that much harder towards release. "MMMMMMGGGGGRRRR.....AAAHHHHHHGGAAWWDDDD," Angie was first to tear her mouth away from her Father's crotch and scream towards the ceiling. Her cunt skewered on her Dad's left hand, Angie clutched her right hand hard on Tucker's belly as he jackhammered his fingers in and out of her. "JJEEEEZZZZZUUSSS," the 19 year old girl cried and squirmed until the sound of her older Sister's voice rose up and layered over top of hers. "YEAH DADDY..SHIT.....YEAH," Mikala's much huskier tone mixed with Angie's until the two girls were moaning in unison on opposite sides of their suddenly invigorated Father. Tucker swelled with the ultimate sense of pride and control watching both his girls twist and scream with joy to his left and right. He could see both their sizzling pink labia gripping the knuckles of his drilling fingers as their feet became a dancing blur to each side of his head. The only question was which one of the three would cum first. Tucker was determined to make it one of the girls. "Come on...keep sucking my dick Angie," Tucker hissed down to his youngest Daughter, desperate to feel her breath radiating across his groin as he drove her to orgasm. "You too..Mikala..both of you," He urged them on as he brutally continued to ratchet the pressure of his hands against their splashing cunts. "OH FUCK....that's it," Tucker sighed with satisfaction when he felt both girls' mouths return to his dick. The savage exhales leaving Mikala and Angie's lungs washing across his crotch each time he stabbed his digits all the way inside them, Tucker dug his heels into the carpet and gritted his teeth, anxious to make both of his girls cum before he did for a third time. The constant squishing report of his digital manipulations echoing through the den, Tucker could feel the wet spot growing beneath each girls' crotch as he stirred his fingers through their burning loins. Mikala came first. His neck burning as he held it high off the pillow to see, Tucker felt Mikala's fingernails dig hard into his calf and instant before her pretty face seemed to melt with lust. Her light brown hair spraying out in all directions as she thrashed her head side to side, Tucker could see wave after wave of tremors coursing up and down Mikala's body as he increased the speed of his manual jabs. "GODDAAMMMNN...YYEESSSSSSSSS...DADDY..YEESSSSSSSSSS," she spat over and over, causing a wickedly gleeful smile spread across her Father's lips. "Yeah Baby..let it all out," Tucker soothingly told his oldest Daughter as she shuddered against him. Entranced watching the way Mikala's orgasm tore through her, it literally felt as if the girl's quaking vaginal muscles were trying to suck his entire hand up inside her womb. Keeping the pressure of his thumb against Angie's pierced clit the entire time he focused his efforts on Mikala, Tucker eventually turned his attention back to his baby girl. Hooking his index finger back inside her pussy, simultaneously grinding his fingers across Angie's two most sensitive spots until she was whimpering and humping his hand with her bald and swollen cunt, Tucker leaned a little to his left and pushed his youngest Daughter completely over the edge. Angie's feet kicking aimlessly on the floor, Tucker watched his 19 year old's pupils roll back in her head just before every fiber of her being let go. "MMMMM...YYYEEAAHHHH...AAAAAHHHH...DADDDYYYY...PLEASSSSEEE..DADDYYYYY....YEAAHHHHHHHH," Angie's voice leapt from her throat in a shrill, helpless wall of sound as she pressed her forehead down on her Father's belly and allowed her orgasm to rip through her heated flesh. The power of having both girls cum by his very own hand was something Tucker knew he would never be able to put into words, but he was determined to lay there for as long as he could savoring Mikala and Angie huddled there beside him, gasping for breath with their warm breasts draped across his thighs. Tucker could even feel a few wet traces of each girls' joyful tears as they leeched into his skin. Somehow during all that, Mikala's left hand had remained glued around Tucker's painfully aroused cock, and even with all the twist and turns her body had just been through, she continued pumping the throbbing stalk until what lust that was left inside her Father boiled free. "GGRRRRRR...RRRAAAHHHHHHH," the patriarch of the family finally allowed himself a release once he'd witnessed both his girls cum for him. His fingers rolling around the girls' still spasming and soaking wet cunts, the precious amount of seed that was left inside Tucker's balls dribbled from his pee-hole and slowly oozed down the flexing head of his penis. Tucker could see the glassy eyed stare on Mikala's face as she watched the pearl of white jism belch from his cock and he braced himself when he saw her open her mouth and lean in towards it. Just as Mikala started to extend her tongue, Tucker saw Angie raise up and lower her mouth towards his groin as well. His cock jerking wildly in Mikala's grip, Tucker watched both his Daughters close their mouths around the upper half of his manhood until it appeared they were french kissing each other with his dick wedged in the middle. For several minutes Mikala and Angie licked and scrubbed their lips up and down Tucker's shaft until they finally pulled away. He could see the two girls staring with care free satisfaction into each other's eyes as the shiny glow of his own seminal sheen coated each of their lips. Then both girls turned and smiled down at him with a look that warmed Tucker to his core, and foretold much more to come. His post-orgasmic paralysis quickly setting in, Tucker stared up to the sofa and saw his Wife catching her breath as well. He could clearly a reddish hue spreading between Ellen's tits, always a cue to tell when she'd just cum. Tucker's head quickly filled with the scent of all three women's arousal as it percolated through the room. Pulling both his hands free from between Mikala and Angie's legs, Tucker slid backwards slightly and watched as his cock bounced lazily side to side, looking every bit as deflated, spent and satisfied as he felt. The girls' greasy vaginal stew heavy his fingers, Tucker pulled his naked body up to his knees before staggering to his feet. The blood to his brain slowly returning to it's natural flow, Tucker weaved side to side before finally collapsing backwards into his recliner. Letting out a long and bellowing sigh, he looked down at his two Daughters on the floor, and their Mother sitting directly above them. "My God..what just happened?" Tucker croaked out loud. "Nothing you haven't played over and over in your mind a million times," Ellen sarcastically replied before stamping out the cigarette she'd just finished. Then she stood up and started walking straight towards her Husband. Tucker never had a chance to even get comfortable or lean back in his seat before Ellen eased right up to him. His eyes locked on hers, Tucker saw a look in Ellen's face that he'd never quite seen from another human being in his 46 years on Earth. His tongue lodged in his throat, Tucker felt every square inch of his naked skin crawl when Ellen stopped right in front of him and dropped down to her knees. Kneeling in front of him, Ellen looked every bit the same woman he'd married over two decades earlier. The same luxurious blonde hair, the same heavy, well rounded bosom, even the same 'take no shit or prisoners' glare in her eyes. But upon further inspection as she balanced on her knees, there was a softness to Ellen's aura that left Tucker had never seen before. One that unsettled, yet fascinated, him to the core. Reaching up with her right hand, Ellen took Tucker's left by his wrist. Tucker silently watched as Ellen pulled his hand closer and elegantly opened her mouth. Within a few seconds she'd separated and straightened his index and middle fingers and tucked them between her parted lips. It wasn't long before Tucker felt his Wife's tongue twisting and swirling around the two digits until he was flinching forward in his seat. "She's licking Angie's juices right off them," Tucker moaned incredulously to himself as he looked straight down at Ellen's throat churning. Sitting as if he was seeing a ghost in front of him, Tucker could feel the sides of his Wife's breasts swaying gently against his shins as she rocked back and forth between his feet. Rolling his gaze every so often over to Mikala and Angie, Tucker could see them huddling together on the floor, watching intently what their Mother was doing to him. Feeling the vacuum seal of Ellen's mouth relent on his left hand, Tucker turned his eyes back down to his Wife and watched her pivot slightly to her left. With the same gentle ease, Ellen wrapped her left hand around Tucker's right and pulled it towards her mouth. Just as she'd done before, Ellen swallowed his index and middle fingers, this time eagerly ingesting the sticky vaginal residue Mikala had deposited over them. Feeling another wave of adrenaline crest in his throat, Tucker wallowed in the glorious feel of Ellen's tongue sliding between the webbing of his fingers, lavishly bathing them from the tips all the way down to his knuckles. By the time Ellen was done, Tucker was sitting in front of her with the posture of a small child in a church pew as she placed both his cleansed hands back in his lap. As silently and gracefully as she'd first approached, Ellen stood up and turned back towards the girls. His Wife's behind had always been Tucker's favorite physical feature, and he couldn't help staring at her pale white asscheeks gliding side to side as she walked away. Nearly entranced, Tucker finally raised his hands and put them on the arms of the chair to ease his body backwards in the recliner as Ellen made her way across the room. Once she'd wedged herself between her two Daughters, Ellen took a seat on the floor before extending her arms around both Mikala and Angie's shoulders. The coolness of the expensive leather chair conforming to his naked skin, Tucker kicked his feet up and leaned all the way back as the three women on the floor tenderly began rubbing their hands over one another. Folding his own hands over his belly, Tucker trained his full attention down to Ellen and watched as she first turned to her left to kiss Mikala on the lips, before shifting around to do the same to Angie on the other side. It wasn't long before both girls were returning their Mother's kisses with equal fervor, even fondling Ellen's heavy breasts as they took turns french kissing her. Gradually, as if in synch, both girls began sliding their lips lower on their Mother's body; first down her neck and over her shoulders then down each of her arms and across he belly before both girls eventually raised their mouths to meet in the center of Ellen's ample cleavage. Squirming in his seat as he watched the girls' lips sweep across his Wife's torso, Tucker froze when he saw Mikala and Angie close their mouths around each of Ellen's breasts. For several minutes both girls tenderly rolled their Mother's titties in their mouths, every so often scraping their tongues across the pink contours of Ellen's areolas before once again taking the creamy white orbs all the way inside their mouths. Tucker felt goosebumps splinter across his skin as the faint, slurping sounds of the girls' wanton act drifted through the room. On and on they licked, sucked and squeezed at their Mother's bosom until Mikala and Angie finally pulled free, allowing their Father to see how they'd turned Ellen's nipples into two erect bullets pointing out from her chest. Intent in their purpose, both of the Simmons' girls resumed planting a series of butterfly kisses on Ellen's stomach, before gliding their tongues straight down to the center of her waist. As if on cue, Ellen steadied her shoulders against the coffee table behind her then raised her legs high into the air before draping them both across each of the girls' back, allowing both Mikala and Angie unfettered access to her crotch from each side. Tilting her head backwards and letting out a seedy, almost maniacal laugh as the two girls lowered their lips to her burning cunt, the sound of Ellen's voice sent chills down her Husband's spine, as if she knew full well the glory that was in store for her. Dropping both her hands down on the top of her Daughters' heads, Ellen scrapped her fingernails across their scalp when she felt each of their tongues slice across her steaming crotch. >From his vantage point across the room, Tucker could see Mikala and Angie's pink tongues swiping across the even pinker lips of their Mother's labia. Their tongues overlapping as they danced them over the throbbing and wet landscape of his Wife's sex, Tucker couldn't help easing his own hands back down to his raw and painfully spent cock. With all the delicateness he could muster, Tucker began fondling himself to the tender depravity he was witnessing. Forgiveness of the Highest Order Ch. 03 Ellen's head instantly started rocking side to side against the edge of the coffee table when the tips of both girls' tongues darted like two buzzing bees over top her clitoris. Tucker could even see the milky haze filling his Wife's eyes as the sound of Angie and Mikala's handiwork filled the room. "I get to watch her get her rocks off just like she sat up there on the sofa and watched me," Tucker thought to himself as he glided his right hand over his sore but willing cock. Spread out diagonally to each side of their Mother, both girls worked their mouths in what appeared to be well practiced unison across the expanse of Ellen's exposed cunt as she rested her legs across each of their backs. Staring hungrily down at both Mikala and Angie as they worked their Mother over, Tucker's dick throbbed painfully in his hand as he watched the machinations in Ellen's face intensify with each passing second. The three women he loved most in his life now one huge tangle of flesh on the floor, suddenly Tucker felt a searing magnetic pull egging him out of his comfortable spot kicked back in his recliner. Kicking the footrest down, Tucker stumbled to his feet before staggering to the center of the room, dick shamelessly in hand. The closer Tucker got to the threesome on the floor, the more vivid the expression of heaving and joyous strain was on his Wife's face. Standing between the outstretched feet of his two Daughters, Tucker looked straight down at Mikala and Angie's tongues slither in and out of raging bloom of their Mother's cunt until Ellen's toes were snarled and curling on top of her Daughters' backs. "Cum for them Ellen," Tucker spat down to his Wife, loving the way the tables had suddenly been turned. Seeing his Wife wedged helplessly with her back to the coffee table, Tucker knelt down for a closer look until his face was only a foot or so above the steamy and humid spot where Mikala and Angie had fastened their mouths to their Mother's sex. Out of the corner of his eyes, Tucker could see both girls rubbing at their own pussies as they ate their Mother out, and he reached down and gently began massaging both girls' breasts as they drove Ellen insane with their tongues. Tucker could literally feel the warmth radiating up from his Wife's crotch as he hovered above her. His arms extended out to each side, Tucker tweaked both his Daughters' nipples between his fingers as the sloshing sound of the girls' mouths ripping through Ellen's cunt drenched his senses. "YES.....GOD...YES...," Ellen snorted over and over, her husky voice leaving her throat in fits and starts as her head began rocking side to side on the edge of the table behind her. Tucker looked deep into his Wife's fluttering eyes and could tell she was close to release. Squeezing Mikala and Angie's breasts tightly in his hand as if to urge them on, Tucker licked his lips and waited for the inevitable. "GGAAWWDDD..GAAWWDDD...GGAAWWWDDDDDDDDDDDD..HOLY FUCKKKINNGGSSHHIITTT...GGAWWDDDDAMMIITTTTT MIKALA..GODDAAMMIITT ANGIE..SHHHHHIIIITTTTT,," Ellen Simmons orgasm finally hit, causing her to impulsively clamp her hands and outstretched feet down around both her Daughters, in essence trying to pull them all the way inside her as her vicious lust bled free. Mikala's mouth plastered around her clit at the same time Angie's mouth chewed relentlessly at her juicy and distended labia, Ellen flopped beneath her two Daughters as her Husband knelt there silently, staring like a crazed vulture straight down at her. _________________________________ It took awhile but Mikala and Angie gradually peeled their mouths free from their Mother's still spasming cunt. Tucker could see the shiny wetness coating each girls' cheeks as he reached up with both hands and softly tucked Mikala and Angie's strewn hair over their ears so he could get a clear view of each of their beautifully soaked faces. It was an image Tucker knew would be branded into his mind forever as he leaned forward, first kissing Mikala on the lips, then Angie. The transferred taste of his Wife's arousal was tangible on Tucker's lips as he pulled back and took a seat at his Daughters' feet. Folding his hands around his raised knees, Tucker licked his lips and shook his head as he allowed the new world order surrounding him to sink in. As if he finally thought it was safe to enter the room, the family dog, a 5 year old Mastiff named Bear walked into the den and eased past Tucker before laying down in front of the fireplace to take a bath. Reaching over to pat his loyal canine friend a few times, Tucker eventually turned back towards his Wife and two Daughters and watched as Ellen poured both naked girls a glass of wine. "Quite a Christmas card this picture would make," Tucker thought to himself as the three women sipped their wine before cuddling their sweaty and spent bodies together for the rest of the evening.... The End