“What’s to think about?” she grinned, reaching down and once again removing the top she was wearing. “Or don’t you want to be able to play with these any time you want to?”
I stood looking at my daughter’s tits. I couldn’t help it, they were right there in front of me. And I felt the slow rising bulge within my jeans reminding me I liked what I was looking at.
“So what do you have in mind?” I found myself asking her.
She grinned. “Easy…this is what you’re about to do,” she began.
**
I still couldn’t believe I’d let my daughter talk me into doing this. But…she was right on the one hand. If this family had any chance of keeping it together after all this, especially after we’d all blatantly opened Pandora’s Box, then this just might be the one way to accomplish all that.
Even so…now I was nervous. It could still backfire on the two of us, a whole other set of repercussions as it were. I slowly climbed the stairs heading towards the bedroom. Stopping at the top I looked back, Mia still standing below me, except now she was naked…waiting. She waved at me with her hands, shooing me, telling me to get on with it. And then she slowly began to climb the stairs herself.
Tomine was sitting on the bed waiting for me when I came in. I closed the door, though I didn’t lock it. I knew that in moments Mia would be standing outside the door listening, waiting for her cue to come in.
My wife looked up at me expectantly, about to speak.
“Get undressed,” I told her.
“What?”
“You heard me…take your clothes off!”
Maybe it was the tone of my voice, the unexpectedness of my request. But she stood and rather hurriedly began doing just that, though I could see she was a bit frightened and confused as hell. I just stood there watching her. When she had finished getting undressed, she stood looking at me, waiting to find out what else it was I wanted her to do. I walked over to the bathroom door.
On the side facing our bedroom, we had long ago installed a very sturdy door hanger for our bathrobes and such. I walked over towards it, untying the sash from my bathrobe as I did.
“Come here,” I said demandingly. Almost meekly Tom walked over towards me, though I could see concern with equal portions of confusion mixed in as she did so. “Give me your hands,” I added. Any other time, she’d probably have refused, or at the very least asked me why. But not this time. She merely extended her arms, even holding them together as I bound her wrists together, and then pulled them up over her head,
fastening her to the back of the bathroom door that way. I was wondering about some sort of a gag I could use on her, and then the answer presented itself. Looking down at the floor, I saw her own discarded panties, which I then picked up balling them up and went back to where she stood.
“Brad…please, no!” She actually begged this time, but it was too late for that. I shoved them into her mouth so that she couldn’t speak. Now standing bound with her hands over her head, naked…her own panties, which I had noticed had a dried up, pre-arousal secretion clinging to the crotch. It was fitting in a way. She’d been aroused earlier as she’d prepared herself to run over to her sister’s house where she and our son were no doubt still waiting for her.
“Let that be a reminder to her about what she was thinking about earlier,” I thought as I turned away from her heading back towards the bed. I now began removing my own clothes, surprised to find myself highly aroused, and highly stiff as I finished taking everything off. Now standing there across the room in front of my wife with a massive erection sticking out in front of me.
“Well Tom, remember how I warned you about their repercussions? And since you obviously no longer care, or want to have anything to do with this, obviously…there is someone else who does care, and who does want it. So…you might just as well stand there the way you are now, and see me fuck our daughter, the same way you enjoy fucking our son!”
And with that…the door opened, and Mia, just as naked as her own mother, though not bound and gagged against the door, came walking in.
Though she struggled briefly in an attempt to free herself, I had seen to it that she couldn’t. And though she tried hard to speak, the wadded up panties inside her mouth effectively kept her from doing that as well. I noticed she quit struggling however the moment our daughter walked over to me, her hand suddenly clasped my rock-hard cock as she began stroking it, playing with it.
“I can’t believe you’ve grown tired of daddy’s dick mom!” she said, looking down at it, licking her lips. “It’s so big! So nice and hard! Didn’t you enjoy it when daddy fucked you?” she asked incredulously. “I know I would…and will! ” she added lustfully. “Maybe you’ll remember what it felt like to have this big hard cock inside you, making you all wet, all squishy, all juicy inside,” she said, getting more and more aroused by the moment.
“And maybe…just maybe, after you watch the two of us fuck one another, you’ll want to do so yourself again. And maybe…just maybe, daddy will even let you, but I guess that will be up to him, “and you,” she added, suddenly licking the tip.