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Lo & Behold
by Diola Dragontail
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/dioladragontail/www/
 
Chapter 21: Sunday Night

"You're going to bed early tonight."  Mike glanced
away from the television long enough to see Sara
entering the living room.  Her destination was an
assumption on his part, due mostly to the fact that
she was already wearing her robe.

"It's been a long day."  Sara jokingly tussled her
husband's hair as she came to a stop behind the couch
he was sitting on.

"Where are the kids?"  Mike turned his attention back
to the television as he spoke.  He was pretty sure he
already knew the answer to his question, but it was
more an opening for his wife to tell him if there was
anything left to be done tonight.

"Cat is in her room with Jane."  Sara replied while
trying to decipher or at least recognize what it was
that was playing on the television.  "Ben is in his
room, probably on his computer as usual."

Sara glanced upwards in the direction of their son's
room.  "Could you check on him later and make sure he
remembers to go to bed at a normal hour?"

"Consider it done."  Mike nodded in reply.

"And you, young lady."  Sara's eyes fell to their
youngest daughter lying on the living room floor,
totally engrossed by the glowing idiot box.

"Angela!"  Sara raised her voice, finally managing to
wrestle the young girl's attention away from the
television.  

"It's time for bed, young lady."  Sara's voice
returned to a more normal tone.

"Awww."  A pout immediately formed on Angela's young
face.  "Can I stay up?  Just until the end of this
show?"

Sara gave her daughter the well-practiced look of
"No."  It was a stare that she had become a master
with after dealing with Cat for so many years.

"It's a school night and you know the rules."  Sara
said evenly.  She would brook no argument on this
subject.

Angela dragged herself up to a standing position like
she was a invalid struggling to stand.  "I can't wait
until I have my own TV.  Like Cat does."

"Keep up like this and you won't be getting one any
time soon."  Sara repeated her stare and then pointed
in the direction of the stairs.

Mike knew better than to get in the middle of this
conversation.  Even when Angela's eyes fell on him
looking for either intervention or defense, he only
offered an apologetic smile.  "You heard your mother. 
Now give me a kiss and up to bed."

Angela grumbled under her breath as she shuffled out
of the room.  Pausing only long enough to give her
father the quickest possible kiss on the cheek.

Both adults' eyes followed the eight year old as she
reluctantly climbed the stairs.

Only after she had disappeared from view did they
finally look at each other again.

"And you."  Sara adopted a mock version of her mother
stare for her husband's benefit.  "I don't want you
staying up too late either."

"Yes, m'am."  Mike mockingly squirmed in his seat like
a scolded child.

"Besides," Sara leaned down closer, whispering into
her husband's ear.  "I have a surprise for you, so
don't be too long."

"Hell!"  Mike's eyes lit up in anticipation.  "I'm
ready to go right now."

"Whoah."  Sara placed a light hand on his shoulder,
before he could leap right to his feet.  "Give me a
little bit to get ready."

"How long?  Ten minutes?  Fifteen?"

"Make it a half hour."  Sara replied with a smile. 
"Long enough for me to take a bath.  Think you can
wait that long?"

"It will be hard."  Mike teased with a wink.  "But I
think I'll manage."

"Good."  Sara gave her husband a peck on the cheek,
mimicking the one their daughter had given him and
then started for the stairs herself.

"Did I do good?"  The conspirator whispered as Sara
reached the top of the stairs.  

"You did just perfectly, honey."  Sara smirked at the
imminent deception she had just orchestrated.  "Your
father doesn't have any idea."

Angela almost gave away the secret with her barely
contained urge to cheer happily at her performance. 
But she managed to control herself down to just
displaying an energetic shake of her clenched fists.

"Come on."  Sara chided her daughter as she passed
down the hall in the direction of the master bedroom. 
"Let's get ready."

Sara headed passed through the bedroom and directly
into the master bathroom, starting the bathtub filling
with warm water.

Angela looked on in excitement as she watched her
mother pull down the copper canister from the top
shelf.

She recognized it as the present her father had bought
for Sara for Christmas a couple of years ago.

She had always been enamored with it.  The shiny brass
colored metal that just screamed expensive in her
young mind.  The exotic floral smell of the
Technicolor powders that was stored inside.

But most of all, the words of her mother remained the
most memorable.  That this was not a toy and that she
shouldn't be playing with it.

That forbiddance made the container all the more
enticing.

Angela watched as Sara placed the container down on
the counter and carefully removed the fitted top.  A
moment later and Sara's hand had retrieved the
matching copper spoon from beneath the colorful sands.

She scooped out a heaping spoonful of the powder and
overturned it over the tub.  The iridescent powders
seemed to shimmer in the air as the fell into the
waiting water.

The bath water took on a pinkish hue almost
immediately, which was quickly hidden by the spreading
white foam.

The scent of lilacs and lavender filled the small
room, carried through the air by the steam of the
flowing water.

"Ready for your bath?"

Her mother's voice snapped Angela out of her
wonderment, it finally sneaking in that she'd actually
be enjoying this forbidden pleasure.  Not just
watching her mother bathe, as silly as that thought
seemed to her now.

"It's for me?"  Angela asked in disbelief.

"Of course it is."  Sara smiled as she reached to
return the container back to it's place on the top
shelf.  "For the both of us, actually.  You don't mind
sharing, do you?"

Angela shook her head no with wide eyes.

"Good."  Sara started to undress, which prompted
Angela to quickly pull her nightshirt up and over her
own head.

Angela couldn't help but feel envious when she looked
at her mother's naked body.  She seemed to have all of
the attributes that Angela desired for herself.  Large
breasts, curves, all the things that television had
told her were important.

Still, these observations were hardly as enticing as
the shimmering waters that waited in the tub behind
her.  And even before Sara had finished taking off her
panties, Angela was already stepping over the tub edge
and dipping her toes in the water.

"Ooh."  Angela winced as she wiggled her toes just
below the surface of the water.  "It's hot."

"Just get in slow."  Sara smiled, "You'll get use to
it quick."

Angela frowned incredulously at her mother, wondering
if this was just another adult trick.  Like Brussels
sprouts being good for you and Santa Claus.

Sara stepped around her daughter, stepping casually
into the tub and sinking down into the water with a
satisfied groan.  The warmth seeping through her skin
and working it's way into her muscles while she closed
her eyes for just the briefest moment.

"Here, give me your hand."  Sara's attempt to coax her
daughter into the tub was partially successful as
Angela managed to get one foot fully in the tub.  Sara
continued to hold her daughter's hand as the young
girl tentatively lifted her other foot.

"Come on in, I'm not going to let anything bad happen
to you."  Sara reassured her daughter.

Angela nodded and brought her other foot down very
carefully into the water, inch by inch submerging her
skin until her other foot was finally on the ground
again.

"There."  Sara smiled, "Not so bad.  Now sit down with
me."


It only took a slight bit of additional coaxing to get
Angela to sit down on her mother's lap, the warm water
cresting just over the round of the young girl's
belly.

"So you're sure you want to do this?"  Sara scooped up
a palm full of warm bath water and let it drizzle
across her daughter's shoulders.

"Yes."  Angela answered without even a second's
hesitation, which did nothing to really reassure Sara.

"So if you're so sure," Sara chose her words
calculatingly.  "Why don't you tell me what you think
we're going to do tonight."

Angela glanced over her shoulder at her mother.  Now
she was sure that this was an adult trick.  She knew
if she gave the wrong answer, the surprise would be
over and she wouldn't get to feel her parts being
played with or see that look on daddy's face again.

Sara watched as the look of intense pondering formed
on her daughter's face.  It was obvious that the young
girl was considering her answer closely and that did
quite a bit to reassure the older woman.

"We're going to play a game with daddy."  Angela
smirked, thinking that the blanket statement would
cover just about everything.

"What sort of game?"  Sara countered as she retrieved
a small white bar of soap and started to lather up her
own hands.

"An adult game."  Angela was so sure that this was the
right answer that if she knew how to play chess, she
would have been shouting check at this point.

Sara ran her soapy hands over her daughter's shoulders
and back, slipping around to soap down her chest as
well.  "That's not much of an answer.  Try again."

Angela started to frown, but that change of expression
was interrupted by a set of giggles brought on by the
feeling of her own nipples sliding around her mother's
fingers.

"That tickles!"  Angela grasped her mother's hands,
keeping the fingers from touching her any further, so
that she could concentrate on her next answer.  "Me,
you, and daddy are going to play birds and bees
games."

"And you know that daddy still can't put his cock
inside you, right?"  Sara's voice was stern, but
carefully toned to not upset her daughter too badly.

"But I want to."  Angela refrained from the urge to
splash the water in front of her in frustration.  Even
if she wanted to do it, it seemed like a childish
thing to do and wouldn't help her argument.  Instead
she just crossed her arms across her chest, staring
directly ahead at the shower facets.

"I know you do."  Sara said gently as she wringed out
a washcloth over her daughter's shoulders, washing the
soap down her skin with the drizzle.  "But you're just
not old enough for that yet."

Angela's frown quivered into a pout and threatened to
explode into a full-blown cry, but she set her jaw
firmly and attempted to hold her ground.  "Why not?"

"Your body just isn't ready for anything like that." 
Sara softly said as she ran the washcloth over her
daughter's skin, wiping the last remnants of the soap
away.  "But I promise, when you are ready, you can do
that if you still want to."

Angela glanced over her shoulder at her mother, trying
to check if this was another adult trick.  "You
promise?"

"I promise."  Sara draped the washcloth over her
daughter's head as she placed her hand over her
breast, making it as solemn a pledge as she could
while sitting in the bath.

Angela stared for a moment, considering the situation,
then nodded as she pulled the washcloth off her head. 
"Okay."

"Besides."  Sara added now, "There's still plenty of
things you can do without having daddy's cock in you."

"Really?  You mean like we did in the store?"  

Sara nodded, smiling as she retrieved the shampoo
bottle from the tub edge.  "You might see that having
daddy's cock in you ends up anti-climatic."

"Aunty Climate?"  Angela's looked at her mother in
confusion.

"Not as good as you imagine it would be."  Sara
chuckled.

Angela continued to stare at her mother, not quite
believing that such a thing could be possible. 
Shrugging, she turned in place so that she was facing
her mother, straddling her mother's thighs.  

Sara poured a small portion of pink shampoo into her
waiting hand, then replaced the bottle on the tub's
edge.  She started to work the shampoo into the
daughter's long black hair just as Angela started to
wipe down her mother's chest.

Angela's work had more to do with exploration than
cleaning; this was the first chance that she had had
to see her mother's breasts up close.  She had seen
Cat's and remembered how much Cat enjoyed her playing
with them.  But her mother's were so much bigger than
her sister's.  And her mother's nipples were huge and
so much darker.

"I like your boobies, mommy."  Angela commented,
glancing up at her mother's face.  Only to see that
Sara's eyes were closed.

Sara could hear her daughter's words, but the only
reply she was able to make was a small moan of
appreciation.  A moan that quickly changed to a loud
groan as her daughter's fingers on her nipples became
a different sensation.

Sara opened her eyes to see her daughter's eyes
staring up at her, Angela's mouth wrapped around her
nipple.  The sight of her daughter's mouth perched off
of her nipple made Sara gasp in surprise.

Angela's head bolted backwards, letting her mother's
nipple fall out of her mouth.  "Did I do something
wrong?  Cat liked when I did that!"

"No, honey," Sara quickly fought up the air to speak. 
"You didn't do anything wrong.  You just surprised me,
that's all."

Sara moved her hands quickly now, finishing soaping up
her daughter's hair.

"Do you remember what we did in the dressing room?" 
Sara asked her daughter as her fingers continued to
lather the younger girl's hair.

Angela nodded appreciatively, "Umhm."

Sara's mind struggled for a moment, then she said,
"Mommy would really like it if you did to her what I
did to you then."

Angela's eyes went wide with excitement, not with the
idea of being able to do it, but being asked to do it.
 The idea that her mother was actually asking her to
do something seemed almost like she had passed a test
of some sort.

Sara withdrew her hands from her daughter's soapy head
and rinsed them under the bathwater.  "Would you do
that for mommy?"

Angela nodded her head vigorously, sending little
clumps of soap bubbles flying.

"Rinse your hair off."  Sara said gently as she
caressed the side of her daughter's eager face.  The
eight year old immediately disappearing as she
submerged under the water for a moment.  Reappearing a
second later, spitting a tiny stream of water like a
marble fountain.

"Ready?"  Sara asked, double-checking that Angela
hadn't changed her mind.

"Ready!"  Angela came close to shouting, nodding her
head just as eagerly as before.

Sara slipped her hands under her daughter's arms and
shifted the young girl off her lap.  "Okay, I'll tell
you what to do.  Then maybe later you can try it out
on Cat and surprise her."

Angela's eyes went wide with the sudden realization
that she would learn something that Cat didn't know. 
That maybe she might be able to impress both her
mother and her older sister too.

Sara sat up a bit, rising out of the bathwater and
placing her butt on the tub edge.  She felt only
slightly dirty as she wantonly spread her legs in
front of her young daughter.

Angela sat in the water, transfixed by the sight of
her mother exposed before her like this.  The dark
black matte of curly hair that not even Cat had, the
dark red, almost purple folds of skin that barely
peeked out from the hair.

She glanced up at her mother's face, looking for some
sort of cue as to when she should start.  Or even some
clue of how she could start, the enormity of the
situation seemed quite a bit more daunting now.

"Here."  Sara slid her own hand down between her legs,
parting her hair and her lips slightly.  "Just touch
right here."

Angela reached out her hand, running her fingertips
along the length of her mother's lips, just where her
mother's fingers were pointing.  The touch of her
daughter's small fingers made Sara shiver and moan
loudly.

Startled by the sudden movement, Angela pulled back
her hand quickly.  Worried that she might have done
something wrong.  

"It's okay, angel."  Sara groaned, "Touch me.  Mommy
likes what you're doing."

Emboldened, Angela shimmied her butt along the tub
bottom, until she was right In front of her mother. 
Her fingers reaching up to touch her mother again, her
other hand resting on her mother's thigh.

Not wanting to have a repeat of the last few moments,
Sara bit her lower lip to keep from moaning out again.
 With the third stroke of her daughter's fingers, she
felt herself finally able to speak normally even while
Angela's fingers continued to move.

"Can you kiss it for mommy too?  Like I kissed yours?"
 

Angela glanced up at her mother, surprised again. 
"Can I?"  Sara nodded slowly, still doing her best to
keep her body from quaking.

The young girl shifted onto her knees as she leaned
closer, both her small hands resting on her mother's
thighs as she planted just one small kiss on her
mother's cunt.

The sensation of the young girl's exhale on her cunt
was almost too much for Sara.  The touch of Angela's
lips pushed Sara right to the edge of a tiny orgasm. 
The tip of Angela's nose grazing her mother's clit did
the final deed, blossoming the first orgasm inside of
Sara.

Sara gripped the edges of the tub to keep herself
steady, having forgotten to breath, the moan that came
out of her was entirely silent.  Just a gasping grasp
for air to fill her empty lungs.

Not content to stop, Angela continued placing a
serious of small kisses all around her mother's sex. 
The sound of Sara's gasping only encouraging her now
to continue.

"Angela?"  Sara finally managed to moan out, catching
her daughter's attention.  "Lean back a second, mommy
wants to show you something."

The mention of further discoveries enticed Angela
back, her eyes wide and anxious, eager to see what
else her mother had to share.

Sara moved her fingers to the top of her own pussy,
carefully parting the hair and folds at the top. 
Exposing her engorged clit to her daughter.

"This is my clitoris."  Sara whispered, "Touching it
makes mommy feel really good.  Just like when I
touched yours, you felt really good."

Angela nodded slowly, leaning closer to take a good
look at the ball of bright red flesh.  

"Would you suck on it, for mommy, please?"  Sara
couldn't believe her own ears.  What she was asking
her daughter to do.  No, not asking, almost begging.

"Okay, mommy!"  Angela nodded just as excitedly and
before Sara could say another word, kissing her
mother's clit just like she had done before.

Sara gasped, lifting her hand quickly, it shook as she
held it in the air over her daughter's head.  She
wanted to grab hold of her daughter's hair, hold her
right there, just like she would do with Mike.

But she fought back the urge, knowing fully well that
there was no way her daughter could possibly
understand.  It took all her concentration to just
rest her hand on the top of her daughter's head.

Eager to please, Angela sucked the hard flesh of her
mother's clit into her mouth.  Sucking on it like she
had done Cat's nipples.  She brought her fingers back
to her mother's sex, continuing to touch the lips
beneath her chin.

To her surprise, Angela felt her mother grasp her
hand.  Pushing her fingers harder against her mother's
folds.  She could feel the hot slippery flesh inside
her mother's body as her fingers continued to wiggle. 
And still her mother continued to push, more and more
of her fingers slipping between her mother's lips.

And then, just like that, both her mother's hands were
gone.  She could hear her mother moaning loudly, no
longer scared by the sounds, she sucked even harder. 
A warm feeling coated her lips and chin, leaking
around her fingers.

--------

"It's about time."  Sara smirked, looking at the
bedroom door as her husband entered.

"I know, I know."  Mike shrugged, apologetically. 
"Ben was off on his computer again and getting him to
turn it off is still like pulling teeth."

Sara watched as her husband crossed the front of the
room, undressing as he went.  The trail of discarded
clothes showing his path to the bathroom.  "And?"

"And what?"  Mike glanced back at his wife from the
bathroom doorway.

"There's more, isn't there?  I can tell."  Sara
narrowed her eyes in a slightly accusing, but entirely
joking way.

"Well," Mike blushed like a kid caught with his hand
in the cookie jar.  "There's something going on down
in Cat's room, but I haven't the slightest idea what. 
It sounded like something I'd love to investigate
though."

Sara smiled as she relaxed in the bed, watching as her
husband disappeared into the bathroom.  "But you
didn't, right?"

"Didn't what?  Investigate?"  Mike's bodiless voice
echoed through the open bathroom door.  "No, I left
them alone."

"Good."  Sara nodded, slightly relieved.  "It's just
Cat and Jane."

Sara considered her next words for a moment, trying to
decide what might be too much information and what
would be okay.  "Jane has a crush on Cat."

The covers next to Sara shifted as Angela peeked out,
peering surprised at her mother.  Sara immediately put
a finger to her own lips to shush her youngest
daughter, pulling the cover back over the eight year
old's head just before Mike stuck out of the bathroom
door way.

"What?  A crush?"  

Sara nodded slowly, "It's best to just leave them
alone for now.  Until it gets sorted out one way or
the other."

Mike stood naked in the bathroom doorway for a moment,
considering that.  His cock twitching as his mind
obviously went over the permutations of his wife's
statement.

"Damn.  Now that's something I would have liked to
see."

Sara narrowed her eyes; "Leave them their privacy for
now.  Besides, you have your own things to think
about."

A big, goofy smile grew across Mike's face, "I didn't
forget about my surprise."

"Well, then come to bed so you can get it."

"You don't have to ask me twice, that's for sure." 
Mike reached back and flicked the bathroom light off,
then stepped quickly towards the bed.

"Surprise!"  Angela shouted as she threw the covers to
the side and sat up.

Mike's eyes were so wide that a room of blind deaf
mutes would have been able to recognize his surprise. 
He immediately looked to his wife, not sure if he
should expect her to be surprised as well.  He was
having a hard time accepting that Sara was in on this
event, never mind having a hand in setting it up.

Angela stared at her father for a moment, then tumbled
over in the bed, laughing hysterically.  Obviously
overjoyed at the reaction her father was having.

"What?"  Sara smirked at her husband, "You don't like
your surprise?"

"I-I-I."  Mike started to stammer, unsure of what to
do or so say.  "I do, I mean-"

"We got daddy good!"  Angela shrieked happily, hopping
up onto her feet and doing a happy little dance on top
of the bed.  She held her fists in front of her and
rotated them around in time with the shimmying of her
hips.

Mike watched his daughter's joyful dance and couldn't
help but admire her attire.  He could instantly tell
that her mother had dressed the young girl, since she
was wearing just what Mike enjoyed most.  

The emerald green silk shimmered as it dangled from
the young girl's shoulders, barely covering her body. 
It was obviously made for an older female, but
evidentially had been modified to fit the younger
girl's form.

On an older female it would look elegant, alluring. 
Small straps descended from the shoulders, branching
out to a wide floral pattern of lace that modestly
covered the chest.  Beneath the lace it became a thin
layer of silk that clung to the flesh, but easily hid
the wearer's breasts.

It cut high on the hips, leading to a pair of green
ribbon bows.  The same modesty hiding the rest of the
wearer's attributes from the casual viewer.

The color, the sheen, the patterns of lace, it was
just what Mike enjoyed.  Of course, he had never
thought of seeing his daughter in it before.  

Mike glanced at his wife and realized that his
daughter wasn't the only one with new clothes.  He
only now recognized that Sara was wearing an identical
green nightie.

Angela paused in her victory dance, her eyes going
wide as they locked on her father's bare hips.  

"Dad's-" Angela paused for a brief moment, searching
for the right word.  "Cock is getting bigger already!"

Mike glanced down at himself even thought he already
knew his daughter's observation was true.  He felt
slight wave of embarrassment, but was able to fight
back the urge to cover himself up.  It no longer
seemed as urgent to hide his body from his young
daughter.

"That just means that he's happy to see you."  Sara
smiled, nudging Angela in the side slightly, trying to
distract the young girl's attention.  "Why don't you
show him your new clothes?"

Angela glanced at her mother now, her attention
successfully drawn away from her father's growing
phallus.  There was hardly even a pause before she
began to slowly spin in place, trying to make sure her
father could see every last detail of her new, fancy,
adult clothes.

"Do you like my lan-, lan, lan-" Angela paused in mid
spin as her voice tripped into a Porky Pig style
stutter.

"Lingerie."  Sara helpfully whispered to her daughter.

"Lingerie."  Angela repeated, nodding knowledgably, as
if that was exactly the word she was going to say if
she had had enough time.

Mike nodded with a smile, "You look absolutely
beautiful in it."

Angela giggled with bubbly pride, "Mommy bought it for
me!  And then she sewed it up so it would fit better."

Angela's fingers went to the shoulder straps, pointing
out the spot where Sara had trimmed off some excess
and sewn it back together.

"I see."  Mike said, smiling, his hands reaching to
follow his daughter's fingers.  Tracing the length of
the shoulder strap while also lightly caressing his
daughter's shoulder.  He couldn't resist the urge to
glance down the front of Angela's lingerie, stealing a
surreptitious glance at his daughter's barely covered
breasts.

Angela smiled even wider, not noticing her father's
wandering eyes.  "We also got a black one and a red
one!" 

"I'd love to see those too."  Mike answered honestly,
drawing his hand back slowly.  He wanted to touch her
more, in ways that he hadn't even imagined doing
before yesterday, but he still wasn't sure about all
that was happening right now.

"I'm sure there will be plenty of chances for that." 
Sara quickly interjected, keeping Angela from dashing
out of the bedroom and turning the evening into a
fashion show.

Angela frowned for a second, the idea of fashion show
sounded like a great game.  Her frown quickly receded
when she saw the look on her mother's face.

Eager to please, Angela dropped to her knees at the
edge of the bed, her small hand grasping the base of
her father's dick.  She held it steady for a split
second before pulling the tip to her mouth, engulfing
the end of his dick between her lips.

"Oh god!"  Mike groaned loudly as he felt his younger
daughter's lips lock around the head of his cock.  He
could feel her tongue rubbing up and down against the
sensitive flesh around the head of his cock.

"That's right honey."  Sara whispered encouragingly as
she crawled closer, lying down on her belly next to
her daughter.  She watched carefully from up close as
Angela's mouth continued to work.  "Show daddy how
excited you can make him."

Spurred on by her mother's voice and the sound of her
father's enjoyment, Angela gripped her father's cock
tighter in her hand.  Leaning forward slightly more,
feeling even more of his shaft filling her mouth.

Mike's mind felt clouded and his breathing was coming
in ragged breaths at best.  He wanted to find a way to
tell his daughter how much he was enjoying this, but
he found no air to fuel his voice.  Instead he reached
a shaky hand down and laid it on his daughter's ass,
rubbing and massaging slowly, feeling the silky
material slide between his hand and his daughter's
soft flesh.

Sara could easily recognize the panting pattern of her
husband's breathing; she knew what was about to come. 
She wasn't entirely sure her daughter was prepared for
it yet.

"Honey?"  Sara whispered as she stroked her daughter's
back.  "Why don't you let mommy have a chance with
your father?"

Whether she was unwilling to give up her current
position or simply didn't hear her mother's words,
Angela continued to try to get more of her father's
cock into her mouth.  The sudden jerk of her father's
engorged appendage did manage to catch her attention,
giving her a second's confused pause.

Fighting against instinct, Mike pulled his hips back,
just barely managing to get his cock out of his
daughter's mouth in time.  The tip of his cock had
just left her lips as the head mushroomed bigger and
the first white spurt violently exited it.

Sara stared in rapt attention as her husband continued
to cum.  She felt a sequence of small orgasms as she
watched her young daughter's face get covered with
sticky white seed.  The look of wide-eyed surprise on
Angela's face added a tinge of innocence to the
depravity of the moment.

Angela didn't know what to make of the warm liquid
spilling out of her father.  She felt it on her
forehead, in her hair, dripping from her nose and
chin.  She could feel her father's hand gripping her
butt tightly, like he didn't want her to move.  She
didn't think she had done anything wrong, but she
hadn't expected this either.

Mike looked down at his daughter kneeling in front of
him, her face painted and dripping with semen.  The
sight was almost too much to take in, causing his cock
to start to twitch back to life already.  He felt like
he should say something to those doe eyes that were
staring back up at him, but still felt too breathless
to speak.

"Oh god, honey."  Sara moaned, leaning closer and
licking a gob full of Mike's cum from Angela's cheek. 
"I'm so proud of you.  You did so good."

Angela, still confused, glanced at her mother just in
time to see Sara swallowing the spent seed.  "I did?"

Sara nodded slowly, leaning forward and kissing her
daughter on the lips.  "You made daddy cum."

Angela blinked for a second, still confused by what
had just happened.  

Sara leaned closer again, whispering to her daughter. 
"When daddy does that, it means you made him very
happy."

Angela looked up at her father with a questioning
look, as if she wanted some sort of confirmation that
her mother wasn't just making up stories.  Having
daddy pee on her didn't seem like a very good way of
showing how happy he was.

"Very happy."  Mike barely managed to croak down to
his daughter, his hand moving up to rub her hair
lightly.  

Sara reached over and ran a finger along her
daughter's chin, in the process, drawing Angela's
attention back over to her as well as collecting the
spent seed on her fingertip. 

Mother and daughter's eyes met as Sara sucked the
semen from her finger and swallowed it.  "Remember the
happy feeling you felt in the store when I licked your
clitty?"

Angela nodded slowly as a smile grew on her face.  She
remembered that moment with quite a bit of fondness
and just thinking about it gave the spot between her
legs a warm, wet feeling.

"When daddy makes his cum, that means he had the same
happy feeling."  Sara added, reassured by the happy
look on her daughter's face.

"Oh!"  Angela exclaimed as all the little pieces fell
into place and realization dawned in her mind.

Sara leaned closer, licking her daughter's forehead
clean, but was careful not to swallow yet.  Instead
she cupped the side of her daughter's sticky face and
kissed her.  Very slowly slipping her tongue into her
mother's mouth.

Angela eagerly accepted the kiss and wasn't surprised
when she felt her mother's tongue.  While these sorts
of kisses were new to her, she had gotten use to doing
this with her mother, and had come to quite enjoy
them.

What did surprise her was the tangy, salty flavor that
accompanied her mother's tongue.  She felt her
mother's tongue push a gob of saliva in her mouth that
tasted even more of the same flavor.  It took a second
for her young mind to realize that this was her
father's cum.

Mike stared down at the kiss between his wife and
daughter.  With one hand he continued to rub his
daughter's head, while his other hand found his wife's
ass, massaging it harder, encouragingly.  His fingers
dipped further down, between his wife's legs and could
feel just how wet and excited she was.

Sara withdrew from her daughter's kiss, a small thread
of spittle and cum attaching their lips for a brief
moment longer.

"Why don't you give your dad a kiss too?"  Sara
whispered, "Show him how you kiss like a big girl
now."

Angela nodded and giggled with a slight bit of
embarrassment, before hopping to her feet and jumping
up into her father's arms.  She wrapped her arms
around his neck as their lips met, immediately pushing
her tongue into her father's willing mouth.

Mike could taste himself as he felt his daughter's
eager young tongue anxiously exploring just about
every crevice of his mouth.  His hands held onto her
butt as her waifish legs wrapped around his chest. 
Her tongue continuing to probe even as her hips humped
his chest.

Mike was pretty sure he could have happily stayed in
that moment for the rest of his life, but reluctantly
broke the kiss anyway.  He continued to hold his
daughter as he looked to the bed where his wife was
still lounging.

"Are you ready to make love to us both now?"  Sara
asked, narrowing her eyes mischievously.

"Just about."  Mike nodded slowly, numerous questions
sprouting in his mind.  In truth, his cock was already
rock hard again.  To him it was painfully stiff,
possibly enough to rut his way through a wall.

Mike leaned over to lay his daughter back down on the
bed, but felt his wife's hands grip the back of his
head, pulling him to kiss her.  It was a fierce,
energetic kiss, full of lust and demand.  Quite the
opposite of the innocent, unpracticed kiss he had just
shared with his daughter.  

Sara pulled her mouth away and bit at her husband's
ear, holding his earlobe between her teeth for a
moment. 

"Use your fingers on her."  Sara whispered into her
husband's ear.  "Just don't go inside her, I don't
think she can handle another surprise tonight."

Mike nodded in agreement as he laid his daughter down
on the bed next to his wife.  

"The first thing I want to do," Mike teasingly
whispered, "Is make sure both of your girls are ready
for me."

Angela glanced at her mother, thinking that this was
another test that she didn't feel ready for.  Instead
she just saw her mother giggle in reply.

"And how are you going to do that?"  Sara asked,
anticipating that she'd probably like the answer.

"An inspection."  Mike grinned, his hands resting on
his wife's shoulders for a second, before rolling the
straps of her jade lingerie down.  As they came loose,
he peeled the front of it down, exposing her small
breasts.

Angela watched with envious attention as her father's
face descended on her mother's chest.  She watched
eagerly as her father kissed all around her mother's
chest, then very slowly licked her crimson nipples. 
The dark red nubs of flesh looked almost like pencil
erasers, stiff and rigid.

Her mother's moan diverted her attention for a split
second, glancing at her mother's face as the older
woman's neck arched, her head pushing down against the
bed.  

Angela looked back down to her mother's chest just in
time to see her father's head lean back.  Her mother's
nipple popped out of his mouth, jiggling for a moment
like a bright red cherry balanced on a gelatin desert.

She watched enraptured as her father repeated the
suckling on her mother's other breast, kissing it a
few times, then licking the nipple, then finally
taking the stiff red nub between his lips.

It was only a moment later when Mike let his wife's
second nipple escape his mouth, glancing at his
daughter with a smile.  "Now it's your turn young
lady."

Angela's hands moved rapidly at hearing her father's
words.  She didn't bother to wait for her father to
undress her, grasping the shoulder straps and pulling
down her lingerie herself.  Excitedly exposing her
just starting to blossom chest to her father.

Her breasts were tiny, barely even rolls, capped with
tiny pink nipples.  For a brief second she felt like
her father might be disappointed.  After having played
with her mother's much more impressive chest, how
could he be satisfied with her meager offerings?

Those thoughts quickly fled her mind as her father
leaned over her, kissing her neck and chest just like
she had seen him do to her mother.  His lips moving
unerringly down her chest until he was kissing all
around her left breast.  She could feel her skin
tingling with the anticipation, the sensations growing
with each little bit he came closer to her nipple. 

When her father's tongue finally reached her nipple,
Angela felt the room spin.  There was warm wet burst
between her legs and she was barely aware of her
gasping breath.  To her disappointment, his tongue
withdrew after what only felt like a second.

She was about to protest when she felt her entire
breast enter his mouth.  She closed her eyes as the
waves of pleasure went through her.  She could feel
her mother slip an arm underneath her head, pulling
her close to cuddle as daddy continued to suck and
lick her.

His daughter's nipple felt like a razor sharp pin in
his mouth, just the very tip of it was rock hard. 
Mike ran the tip of his tongue all around it, trying
to be sure to devote as much attention as he could to
all of Angela's sensitive skin.

Mike moved his attention to his daughter's other
breast, bypassing his previous teasing and immediately
kissing her unmolested nipple.  He could feel her body
respond almost immediately, shaking then her chest
pushing up to meet his mouth.

Her hips began shaking and thrusting as he suckled her
entire breast into his mouth.  His cock was so
painfully erect now that he could feel the pre-cum
being forced out of it, drips of it falling down on
the legs of his wife and daughter.

He let Angela's breast escape his mouth with a small
pop as he sat back, surveying the bodies of the woman
and child that made up almost all the important parts
of his life.

"Inspections are over."  Mike said with a smirk, "I
can tell you're both ready."

Mike knelt between his wife's legs, his hand moving up
the inside of her thigh until it reached the gusset of
her lingerie.  Finding enough slack, he pushed the
silken cloth aside, exposing his wife's dripping
pussy.

At the same time, his other hand ran the length of his
daughter's filly like legs.  Tracing the taunt muscles
of her calves and thighs, before coming to a rest
between her legs.

With measured practice, Mike leaned forward, pushing
his cock deep inside his wife in a single thrust.  It
wasn't a violent or forceful action, the head of his
cock finding her cunt moist and eager for his entry,
he almost felt pulled into her.

At the same time he began rubbing his fingers between
his daughter's legs.  Pushing the silky jade fabric
against her tender folds.  He could feel her warmth
against his fingertips, her moisture staining through
the cloth.

"Daddy..."  Angela groaned out incoherently as she
felt her father's fingers playing with her.  It wasn't
what she had imagined or wished for, but she found
herself just as satisfied, just as her mother had
predicted.

Sara's finger's grasped her husband's shoulders for a
moment, not pulling him down to her, but keeping him
up away from her.  Keeping him from pressing her
further down into the bed.  Her hips rocked against
him, pulling him out of her for a moment, before she
pushed back up, drawing his cock back inside her.

Mike ran his fingers up and down the length of his
daughter's lips, feeling them slide and squirm beneath
the cloth of her new lingerie.  He tentatively slipped
a finger underneath the covering and touched his
daughter directly for the first time, her legs
instinctively clamping closed around his hand.  He
could feel her young body twitch beneath his hand, the
future echoes of an incoming orgasm.

He began to thrust harder into his wife, knowing that
he couldn't hold back for much longer.  

Sara sucked at her daughter's ear, licking the earlobe
hungrily.  Angela's head turned quickly at the
attention, instinctively kissing her mother, their
tongues quickly moving into a rapid heated dance.

Mike gasped as he watched, his finger finding his
daughter's clit and stroking it quickly.  He wanted to
feel her cum and needed only touch her for a few
seconds before he felt her hips shudder and a wave of
moisture spill out of her young thighs.

That proved to be all he could take, his hand cupped
his daughter's pussy, feeling her juices squeezing out
between his fingers, as his own seed surged out of him
and into his wife.


 
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