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 Lo & Behold by Diola Dragontail

   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.

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   "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.