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Subject: {ASSM} Lo and Behold (Chapter 18) [Asian, MF, Incest (Sort of, Voyeur)]
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Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2006 20:10:02 -0500
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Lo & Behold
by Diola Dragontail
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/dioladragontail/www/

Chapter 18:  Homecoming

"Hello?"  Mike's whisper carried up the dark stairs
but found no reply.

When he left the house earlier, he knew that Sara
planned to confront their eldest daughter, Cat, about
what the teenager had been up to, as well as what had
been going on in the house over the past weekend.

Mike knew that he had always been prone to assume and
expect the worst.  To him it was both a blessing and a
curse.  When things were bad, it let him plan ahead
and be prepared.  When things were good, it made it
hard for him to enjoy the moment, always checking in
the dark corners for the bugaboos that might leap out
unexpected to ruin it all.

That was why when he left the house he did his best
not to think about how Sara and Cat's conversation
would transpire.  The situation was entirely out of
his hands and there was nothing he could do to affect
the results.  He knew that he'd probably just worry
himself into the Emergency Room if he did think about
it too much.

If nothing else, the past couple of days had taught
him to expect the unexpected.  Nothing seemed too out
of ordinary to throw him now.

Even with all that considered, the last thing he
expected was to come home to a completely silent and
dark house--which was exactly the circumstance that
presented itself to him now.

He stood at the bottom of the stairs and took a deep
breath.  He tried to quell the sense of dread that was
doing it's best to worm its way into his mind.  He
just kept repeating to himself, "Everything is going
to be just fine."

The notion seem naīve even to him, but it did give him
enough confidence to at least start moving forward.

With a sense of trepidation, he started to climb the
stairs.  Midway up he started to hear the low murmur
of voices.  He couldn't make out the words being said,
but the tone was calm, which helped to reassure him
ever so slightly.
 
He thought about repeating his call, but it seemed
kind of cowardly to do.  Instead, he decided he'd
confront this straight on.  Not being the passenger to
it all that he felt he had been when he let his wife
take the lead in talking with their daughter.

"Hello?"  He repeated as he cautiously stuck his head
around the doorframe.  He kept his eyes closed,
wanting to be seen but not see--wanting to spare the
dignity of the occupants and whatever they might be
doing.

"Oh."  Sara's voice sounded surprised.  "You're back
already."

He could hear slight shuffling on the bed that he knew
dominated their bedroom.  The sounds of the sheets
being shifted, the almost imperceptible squeak of the
mattress springs adding to it.

There was the unmistakable scent of sex to air the
air, which seemed to be amplified by the darkness he
kept his sight in.  The smell urged him to open his
eyes, and he could imagine the tendrils of scent
pulling at his eyelids, the way the smell of cheese
always seemed to drag the mouse along in those old
cartoons.

"Already?"  He fought to keep his eyes closed, even
though the temptation burned in the back of his skull.
 "We've been gone for hours."

"Oh."  Sara's voice was more thoughtful now, "We must
have lost track of time."

Numerous possible replies to that statement came to
Mike's mind.  Some humorous, others disappointed, even
a couple of envious ones.  None of them seemed
appropriate to the situation.

"I asked Angela and Ben to stay downstairs while I
checked on you."  He squished his eyes more, fighting
off the urge to open them.  The effort made moisture
well up that he could feel in the corners of his eyes.

He felt anxious now; he wanted to know how the
afternoon had gone for Sara.  He wanted to know what
they had talked about.  How it had went, but he wasn't
one to pry.  He was sure that his wife would share the
results soon enough.

The smell and sounds seemed to dictate the story on
its own.  Both of them combining in his mind and
igniting his imagination to levels of depravity he
hadn't even considered while climbing the stairs.

"Well," A new voice entered the conversation now and
even though he recognized Cat easily, Mike's first
impulse was to open his eyes to get his bearings. 
"I'm going to take a shower."

Mike focused his concentration even harder, furrowing
his brow to keep his eyes closed.  He could hear the
familiar squeaking of the bed as someone got out of
it.  Followed by the sound of footsteps approaching
him, all of which was making it even harder to
concentrate on keeping his eyes closed.

He was startled by the sudden touch of a hand resting
on his chest and for a moment he was having a hard
time identifying whose hand it might be.  Then a set
of lips kissed him on the cheek, before whispering. 
"I'll be showering alone, thank you."

There was a slight giggle to Cat's voice, as if she
was having some sort of enjoyment at his expense.  An
additional laugh was heard deeper in the room as Sara
joined in on the joke.  He felt like he had come in to
the punch line and missed all of the joke's set up.

Keeping his eyes closed had now become a loosing
battle.  He opened them just in time to see his
daughter, completely naked, walking the hallway quite
naturally-as if nothing was even the slightest bit
away from the norm.

His eyes dropped down to her pale butt, watching the
way it bobbed as she sauntered away from him.  It was
truly a marvelous sight to behold, one that before
this morning, he hadn't even considered imagining.

"You know," Sara chided, recognizing what he was
looking at.  "You could have just opened your eyes
before."

Mike turned his attention back to the bedroom, for the
first time seeing Sara lying on top of the bed, on her
stomach.  Her head close to him, at the foot of the
bed.  The image of Cat over her, the pair of them
locked in a torrid 69 position flashed in his brain,
forcing him to catch his breath.

Mike gave his wife an embarrassed shrug, feeling like
he was just caught with his hand in the cookie jar. 
Considering the events of the past couple of days, the
embarrassment seemed an absurd reaction to have, but
old habits died hard.

"I was trying to be polite."  He turned and looked
down the hall again, just in time to see Cat closing
the bathroom door.  She wasn't paying him the
slightest attention; in fact, she seemed totally
devoid of modesty.

Her movements and her pose seemed just natural, for
want of a better description.  And he couldn't help
but wonder if that's what made it all the more
exciting to him.  Had he seen this accidentally or if
she had intentionally posed for him like this, he was
sure it wouldn't have been half as exciting to him.

Her feet were so pale that as she stood on the white
tiles of the bathroom floor it was hard to see where
the ceramic gave way to her flesh.  His eyes followed
up the length of her fawn-like legs, leading to the
profile of her ass, prominent against the back drop of
the dark red shower curtain.  He only had the briefest
vantage of the curve of her small, pert breasts before
her hand absently reached for the bathroom door,
swinging it closed and cutting off his view.

He swallowed again as he turned back to his wife,
feeling the lust starting to burn in his loins.  The
situation had already started his cock stirring in his
jeans, but now it had grown into a full blown
erection.

"So, um," He stumbled for words, while walking more
sure footed into the bedroom.  His own needs fueling a
straight forward approach.  "How did your afternoon
go?  I guess she took the news well?"

Sara didn't bother to verbalize her answer; instead
she rolled over onto her back, showing him the strap
on dildo that still adorned her hips.

"Very well, I guess."  He sat down and reached across
the bed, giving the toy a playful flick with one of
his finger tips.

Sara let loose a mewl of pleasure, squirming her hips
as the other side of the dildo rubbed against her
pussy.
 
"I told her about Ben and Stacey," Sara whispered in a
licentious voice, her hips continuing to grind down
against the bed.  "And Disneyland."

"Oh."  Mike nodded, feigning recognition of the
statement.  It took a moment for realization to dawn
on his face.  "Oh!"

He placed a pair of fingers on the tip of the dildo
that he imagined having just been in his teenage
daughter and started to rock it back and forth.  "That
old story again?"

Sara nodded slowly, sighing lightly as the blunt end
of the dildo continued to rub against her stimulated
pussy.
 
"So you told her all about your sordid past then?" 
Mike teased, pulling the dildo a bit away from her
blistering cunt.

Sara mewled pathetically at the sudden lack of
attention to her genitals.  "I was a dirty girl."

"You still are," As if a reward for her admission,
Mike let the dildo return to her skin, grinding it
against her dripping lips.  "Now that explains the
shower joke."

"Umhm."  Sara moaned in agreement, her toes grasping
at the discarded sheet that lay crumpled at the foot
of the bed.

"I can't help but feel a little jealous," Mike
continued to tease.  "He got to have you before me. 
And now this plastic got to have Cat before me."

Sara groaned somewhat apologetically, even though she
doubted she'd have changed a moment of it to suit him.

"And naturally this trip down memory lane led to you
fucking our teenage daughter with a strap-on?"  Mike
taunted his wife with the sound of mock disappointment
in his voice.

"It was incredible."  Sara smirked, deciding to try
and get the upper hand.  "She was incredible."

"And I missed it all."  Mike frowned as his hands
started to undo the straps of the dildo, freeing it
from Sara's hips.

"Poor baby," Sara teased as she writhed in the bed. 
"I saved myself for you.  And right now I need to feel
you inside me."

The ribbon straps of the belt slid out from under
Sara's butt as Mike pulled the dildo away from her. 
He carried it to the closet and put it away for safe
keeping like he was placing a baby into its cradle.

He considered the possibility of having it bronzed,
like they use to do with baby shoes.  A nice little
plaque underneath it, "Cat's First Lover," perfect for
the mantle.

He started to pull his shirt over his head as he
walked to the bedroom door, habit dictating his steps.

"No," Sara protested with a slightly meek voice. 
"Leave the door open."

Mike dropped his shirt on the floor as he glanced back
to his wife.  Then he looked back to the door and
shrugged.  "Sure.  Why the hell not?"

Sara grinned mischievously in reply.  She felt parts
of herself coming into full bloom now.  Little urges
and wants that she had kept well hidden were now
welcome to come to the surface.

"So, ma'am," He unbuttoned and took down the zipper of
his jeans as he turned to face the bed, letting them
drop on the floor without a flourish.  "How would you
like it this afternoon?"

Sara brought a thoughtful finger to her chin as she
pondered the question.  Her mind seizing on an answer
quickly, but her playful mood wanting to take it's
time.  "Lay down.  I want to be on top."

Mike raised an eyebrow, surprised at the somewhat
traditional choice his wife made.  He had honestly
expected some strange position he hadn't heard of
before, like the 37th position of flowering lotus. 
Something that he'd initially protest, but after they
were done, wonder why they hadn't tried it before.

"I want you to relax," Sara offered as the logic to
her choice.  "I want you to conserve a bit of your
strength.  I have one more surprise for you tonight."

Mike blinked for a moment and considered inquiring
about the surprise.  But right now he really just
wanted to get himself inside her.

"Well then," Mike pulled his boxers down as he crawled
onto the bed, dropping down onto his back with a
thump.  "Have at me, woman.  Do what you will."

"Yum," Sara murmured as she immediately turned over
and crawled across her husband.  She intentionally
dragged her soaked pussy up the length of his leg,
leaving a long smear of her juices on him.

She moved up until she was straddling his hips and
began to grind down on him, drawing her engorged lips
up and down the length of his shaft.  She arched her
head backwards, pushing her hips down against him, her
hands pressing down on his chest for support.

"You want them to see, don't you?"  Mike whispered up
at his wife.  "You dirty old lady.  You wanted me to
leave the door open so that maybe one of the kids
would walk in on us?"

"Yesssss..." Sara hissed in pleasure, her fingernails
dug into his chest as she ground down even harder.  

"You'd love for them to just sit and watch us,
wouldn't you?"  His whispers melted into a rasp that
matched her tone.  His torso quivered at the
surprising intensity of her clawing, but he made no
effort to stop or even calm her.

"Oh god, yessss..." Sara moaned out, sitting up so she
was astride her husband, her hips continuing to drag
up and down against him.

Mike reached up to her chest, with the intention of
helping her stay upright.  His hands engulfing her
small breasts and squeezing, her flesh bulged out
between his fingers.  Her nipples seemed to grow even
more erect than they already were.

"Say it for me," Mike teased, squeezing even harder. 
Her body tensed in reaction, but the moan that came
out of her was unmistakable.  "Tell me you want them
to see."

"I want Angela to watch you fuck me."  Sara groaned,
"I want Ben to see you fuck me in the ass."

"Oh my," Mike replied with genuine surprise as he
released his grip.  "In the ass?  Fuck?  You really do
need it, don't you bitch?"

Sara whimpered at the use of the word, at other times
it would have repulsed her beyond measure, but right
now, it just excited her even further.  "I want Cat to
see you make love to me.  I want her to know what
you'll do to her."

"Well," Cat's voice unpredictably came from the
bedroom door.  "I'm watching right now, so let's see
this show."

Mike turned his head hastily, his hands still propping
his wife up.  Sara glanced over slowly, dreamily, too
entranced in her own sensations to find herself
surprised.

They both saw their eldest daughter standing in the
doorway, her short black hair still damp and plastered
to the sides of her head.  A white cotton towel was
wrapped around her chest.  The hem barely reached to
cover her hips.

"Don't let me stop you," Cat smiled, "please
continue."

Before Mike could even comment, he felt Sara drag her
nails down his belly.  Her hips lifting as her fingers
wrapped around the length of his cock.  All the while
she never removed her eyes from watching Cat.

Mike watched up with amused bewilderment at the look
of lust on his wife's face.  He glanced back at Cat
just as he felt Sara's hands angle his cock.  A loud
moan of satisfaction groaning out of both of them as
Sara's pussy dropped down until he was completely
buried inside her.

A little smirk of enjoyment showed on Cat's face as
she moved deeper into the room.  She stopped alongside
the bed where she had a perfect view of the point of
her parent's union.

Sara's eyes never left her daughter's face as the
teenager circled the bed.  Sara's hips moving up and
down on top of her husband, spurred on by the watching
eyes.

Mike's hands released his wife's breasts, his fingers
moving to concentrate on her nipples instead. 
Pinching them sharply to try and challenge the focus
of her attention.

"Ow!"  Sara swallowed hard, finally looking down at
her husband again.  Even though her face had an
accusing stare of annoyance, her hips continued to
thrash up and down on him.

"Sorry," Mike apologized, releasing his pinch.  "But
if you keep staring, you're going to make her
uncomfortable."

Sara stuck her tongue out at him as she lifted her
hips high enough that his cock fell completely out of
her. 

"Besides," Mike stuck his own tongue out in reply. 
"You were making me feel uncomfortable, like I didn't
need to be here."

Sara's hands went back down on her husband, reaching
for his cock again, to reposition it.

Cat couldn't help but snicker at the exchange between
her parents, "Here, let me help you with that."

Cat gripped the base of her father's cock and held it
upwards, pointing it directly up at her mother's
pussy.

"Thanks."  Sara murmured as she dropped back down,
feeling him enter her again, followed by their
daughter's hand sandwiched between them.  Cat's
fingers quickly squirming their way out from between
them.

Mike thought about reaching out, grabbing Cat and
dragging her into the midst of things.  But he decided
against it, he was sure she'd join in of her own
accord, when she was ready.

Sara leaned back even further, angling her body away
from him.  Her hands dropping to the bed near his
ankles.  He could feel the tip of his cock pushing
against her inner skin even harder now.  Her knees
still flexing, pushing her hips up, away from him,
before she came roaring back down against him.

"I'm going to cum."  He swallowed hard, barely able to
mumble the warning out.

He could see their daughter still watching intently,
licking her lips as the words he said registered in
her brain.

Sara gasped in surprise, not having expected him to
finish so quickly.  Before she could even protest she
felt him twitch, heard the low groan come out of him,
then the warm wet feeling inside her growing.

Mike closed his eyes again, all his energy focused on
the moment that was happening deep inside his wife. 
He could easily picture the cum shooting out of him,
flowing out into her, worming it's way deeper inside
her.

Mike's orgasm was just enough to send Sara to a climax
of her own.  It was a small one, not the one she had
been craving, but it was enough to sate her for the
moment.

"My turn now?"  Cat asked, enthusiastically, while her
parents were still joined; before they had even
managed to catch their breath.

She still felt somewhat sore from her mother's fucking
of her, but watching her parent's spectacle re-ignited
the fires in her.  She wanted more and since last
night, she'd wanted her father inside her.

The words sounded like a dream come true for Mike.  He
was never one to be ready again so quickly, but even
now he could feel himself rising to the occasion. 
"Just give me a moment, honey."

"Oh, no."  Sara protested, in a panting breath,
catching both her husband and her daughter by
surprise.  Mike was about to voice his disappointment,
even as Cat was about to voice a protest.

"You can wait a day or two longer, young lady," Sara
chastised her daughter, softly.  "First I think we
need to get you to Dr. Takisha."

Both Cat and Mike looked at Sara in confusion, unsure
of what that statement had to do with anything.

"She will get you on the pill," Sara rolled her eyes. 
"Then your father can cum inside you properly."



 
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