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 Title: A Daughter's Helping Hand


Summary: Ella's mission to revive her parents' sex life.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Chapter 1 -- A Talk About Dad.

   Monday.  September 12th.  6:58 AM.

   "Come on, Ella, let's just get it over with."

   Ella looked up from her bowl of cereal at the kitchen table.  God, it
was so embarrassing.  She's an eighteen-year-old high school senior, not a
girl in middle school.  Did she really need to have this talk with her
mother?

   Linda shot her daughter a stern look from directly across the table. 
Sure, they had the sex talk back when Ella started going through puberty,
but there were a few things that were long overdue to be discussed.  And
she needed to make sure they were on the same page with her daughter going
off to college in a year.

   "I know we've discussed a lot of things over the years," Linda started,
"but I just want to make sure you don't have any questions.  You're a
senior in high school now and you're going to be in college before we know
it.  I don't want you feeling overwhelmed about something you're afraid to
ask me about."

   "Mom, what year is it?" Ella laughed.  "You know the internet exists,
right?  Don't you think I can just google stuff I'm curious about?"

   The fit, brown-haired, brown-eyed, forty-two-year-old mother of one
glanced down into her coffee.  Maybe she wasn't needed, but then again, the
internet didn't have twenty-five years of sexual experience to help guide
her daughter.  Well, it kind of did, but the advice wouldn't be personal.
She didn't want Ella to struggle with the same problems she had when it
came to her early years of relationships and sexual exploration.

   "The internet is full of bullshit and nonsense.  Listen, I know you're
fine about sex and birth control.  We've gone through that stuff before. 
I'm talking more about men.  Do you have any questions about boys?"

   Ella dropped her spoon into her half-eaten breakfast.  She'd suddenly
lost her appetite.  "Boys?  Jesus Christ, Mom..."

   "I'm serious," she firmly told her daughter.

   "No, I don't have any questions about boys."

   "Are you sexually active right now?" Linda questioned.

   "Oh my God, Mom!"

   Linda raised her eyebrows.  "It's a yes or no question."

   "No, I'm not sexually active!" the teen responded with some attitude. 
"You know I don't have a boyfriend!"

   "That doesn't mean you're not active," her mom noted.

   Ella closed her eyes, wishing that this nightmare of a discussion never
happened.  "I'm not some slut, Mom!  I've had sex with one guy in my life,
and we dated for three years!  I'm not going around hooking up with random
guys.  I'm not that kind of girl."

   "I never said you were."

   "And I need to actually care about a man before I do anything," Ella
continued.  "Believe me, we don't need to have this talk.  I'm not going to
be having sex with guys at parties and stuff."

   Linda nodded.  "I was the same way until I got to college, and then
things changed a bit.  Listen, I wasn't some slut, but I did my fair share
of experimenting.  It's not a bad thing.  It's a chance to find yourself
and learn what you're into and what turns you off."

   The eighteen-year-old was a spitting image of her mother when she was
younger.  Long brown hair, prominent brown eyes, and a slim, perky figure
to match.  The five foot, six inch brunette had an athletic, toned frame
from her years of volleyball and field hockey, but she didn't feel strong
and fit as she continued to have this talk at the kitchen table--she was
feeling sick.

   "Sometimes men will try to pressure you into doing stuff you aren't
comfortable with," Linda stated.  "Especially guys your age.  And the party
atmosphere creates a sexual vibe where girls are expected to do stuff.  I
just want you to be safe."

   "What did I just say?" Ella questioned her mother.  "I told you I'm not
into that kind of stuff."

   "But men can be relentless, honey.  Sometimes they want stuff that you
aren't okay with.  I just want you to know that it's fine to say no."

   A curious expression suddenly overcame the teen's face.  "What men are
we talking about?"

   "All men," Linda clarified.  "Especially when they're drunk and all
revved up.  And a lot of them are like that even when they aren't partying.
Just understand that it's always your decision as to whether or not you
want do something."

   "I know..." Ella huffed.

   Linda took a sip of her coffee and rolled her eyes.  "Your father is
like that.  Just constant.  He's relentless at times.  It's exhausting, you
know?"

   Ella's head perked up.

   "It gets tiring having to constantly tell him no," Mom continued to
vent, "but what am I supposed to do?  I don't know why I'm telling you
this. It's none--"

   "No, it's fine!" Ella passionately interjected.  "You can tell me."

   "No, I can't," Linda chuckled, shaking her head.  "I absolutely can't.
This isn't a discussion about me anyway.  It's a discussion about you."

   "So, it's fine to ask me if I'm having sex, but you're off-limits?  That
doesn't sound fair to me."

   She raised her eyebrows at her daughter.  "I can't tell you about my sex
life."

   Ella took a bite of her cereal.  Suddenly, her appetite was back.  "Dad
is relentless?"

   "Oh my God..."

   "What?" she laughed.  "That's what you said, right?  That Dad is
relentless."

   Linda grew flustered as she peered down at the table.  "Me and my big
mouth..."

   "And what did you say?" Ella continued.  "That you're always turning him
down?"

   "Ella..."

   "The last time I had sex was a year ago," the teen admitted.  "Kyle and
I just celebrated our three year anniversary and we fooled around while his
parents went to a movie."

   Linda raised her eyebrows.

   "There was no one before and there's been no one since," Ella told her.
"So, there ya go.  Your turn."

   "My turn?"

   "Yep," the young brunette grinned, "I just told you my situation, so,
let's hear it."

   "Hear what?" Linda asked.

   "Your situation," she clarified.  "Dad is relentless?"

   Linda hesitantly glanced at her daughter.  Jim was getting ready for
work and he would come storming into the kitchen at any moment.  The last
thing she needed was for him to hear this conversation.

   "Yeah..." she reluctantly told her daughter, "he can be a little
overbearing at times."

   "How so?"

   Linda took a deep breath.  "Do you really think this is appropriate to
be discussing?"

   Ella immediately nodded.

   "Well, umm...he has a...how do I say...high sex drive."

   A slight smile appeared on Ella's face.

   "And I don't.  Well, I don't think there's a person alive who has one
like Dad, but that isn't my point.  This was what I was talking about
earlier.  He always wants to mess around, and I have to put my foot down
and tell him what I'm comfortable with.  You can't let a man walk all over
you.  Give a guy an inch and he'll take a mile."

   "Will you stop!" Ella laughed.  "Dad is the greatest guy ever!  Don't
make him sound like some sex-crazed maniac!"

   Linda rolled her eyes.

   "Are you serious?" the teen smiled.  "He's really that relentless?"

   "I can't believe we're talking about this..."

   "It's fine, Mom," Ella smirked but stayed on track.  "So, like what? 
You two are always going at it?"

   "We would be if it was up to him," Linda chuckled.

   "But you aren't because you're not okay with it?" Ella asked.

   Linda nodded.  "Exactly.  See my point?  You need to establish yourself
no matter the situation.  Even in marriage."

   "So, you guys found a middle ground?  You compromised?"

   "Yeah, we did," she told her daughter.  "We found something that works
for both of us."

   "And what's that?" Ella inquired.

   "We do what I say," Linda said before taking a sip of her coffee.

   She curiously observed her mom for a few moments.  "Umm...how is that a
compromise?"

   "Because it works," Linda smiled.

   "So, like, how often do you guys have sex?"

   "We can't discuss that," she answered her daughter.  "That's too much."

   "I don't think it is," Ella countered.  "I mean, you're trying to tell
me to establish my boundaries in a relationship, so I'm wondering how you
did it.  You just straight up told Dad what the deal is?"

   Her mother nodded.

   "And he goes along with it?"

   "Yep," Linda answered before taking another sip from her cooling coffee.

   "Well, how often do you guys mess around?"

   Linda debated with herself for a moment over whether or not to answer
her daughter's question.  Honesty and openness were two values she
instilled in Ella from an early age.  She didn't want to be a hypocrite and
shy away from the truth.  And after all, she was using this information to
prove her point.

   "Once or twice a month."

   Ella's jaw dropped.

   "What?" Linda asked, surprised by her daughter's vivid reaction.  "It
works."

   "For who!?  You?  Mom, you just told me that Dad is relentless.  How in
the world does that math add up to you?"

   "It's enough for the both of us," she told Ella.  "I have to draw the
line somewhere.  I would never get anything done if I didn't.  Messing
around a few times a month works."

   "Wait, once or twice a month is everything?  Blowjobs too?"

   "Are you seriously asking me that?"

   "Yeah, I'm curious," Ella firmly responded.

   "Blowjobs are for dating," Linda went on.  "They aren't for marriages.
You'll understand when you get older."

   Ella sat at the kitchen table, dumbfounded.

   "What's that look for?" Linda asked.  "I'm just being honest."

   "Let me get this straight," Ella started.  "Dad has a high sex drive and
he's always ready to go?"

   Her mother nodded.

   "You have sex once or twice a month and oral is off the table?"

   Linda nodded again but stayed silent.

   "And that's how you compromise in a marriage?" Ella asked.  "You just
selfishly do whatever you want and ignore your husband's needs?"

   "Woah, wait a minute..."

   "That's bullshit, Mom!" Ella harshly stated with an annoyed look on her
face.  "That's not how a relationship should work.  Especially with a guy
like Dad."

   Linda just stared at her daughter.

   "Dad is amazing," she went on.  "You should see some of my friends'
fathers.  Kate's dad is like three hundred pounds and he just sits around
and watches TV all day.  Dad works hard, he stays in shape, and he's
unbelievable to the both of us.  You aren't doing your job."

   "Excuse me?"

   "Yeah, you heard me," Ella continued.  "You're supposed to take care of
him.  It's your job to keep him happy."

   "I work."

   Ella took a quick bite of her cereal.  "I know that, but this is part of
your job too.  You can't have sex with a guy like that once or twice a
month and expect him to be happy.  And no blowjobs?  Are you crazy?  How's
Dad always in a good mood?  It doesn't make any sense.  He should be
miserable."

   "Ella..."

   "This is fucked up, Mom," she told her mother while flashing her a
disappointed glance.  "You need to step your game up and take care of that
amazing man you're married to."

   Linda opened her mouth to respond but promptly bit her tongue at the
sudden sight of her husband.

   "How are my two ladies doing this morning?"

   Ella gave her forty-four-year-old father a big smile as she tracked him
moving across the kitchen to the coffee maker.  He was dressed for work in
a pair of beige khakis and a blue dress shirt.  His business attire fit his
athletic, muscular frame to a tee, and his full head of brown hair and
striking brown eyes didn't hurt matters either.  He quickly filled his mug
before walking over to his wife and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

   "Morning, Jim," Linda greeted him.

   "I'm running late so I have to get moving," he announced.  He made his
way around the table and gave his daughter's head a playful rub.  "I'll see
you two later."

   "Have a good day, Dad," Ella smiled.  "Love you!"

   "Love you too!" he shouted back before closing the front door behind
him.

   Ella's smile quickly dissipated and an irritated glare took its place.
"That man?  You're not taking care of that man?"

   "He's well taken care of," Linda harshly responded.

   "Tonight."

   "What?" Linda asked, perplexed.

   "You better take care of him tonight," Ella clarified.

   "That's none of your business," Mom stated.  "How about you worry about
yourself?"

   Ella swiftly shook her head.  "Dad is my business and I'm going to make
sure he's happy.  You better start doing your job." Linda watched her
daughter reach for her backpack as she stood up and tossed it over her
shoulders.  "Because if you don't, someone else might.  Have a good day,
Mom..."

   Chapter 2 -- Honesty.

   The following morning.  Tuesday.  September 13th.  6:48 AM.

   Ella and Linda had been glaring at each other for the past four minutes
without saying a word.  In fact, nothing had been said since Ella strolled
into the kitchen to find her mother sitting at the table, drinking her
morning coffee.  Both ladies were waiting for the other to strike first.

   "I'm disappointed in you."

   A looked of confusion furrowed Linda's brow.  "Excuse me?"

   "I stood outside your room last night with my ear pressed to the door,"
Ella told her.  "For an hour."

   "You did what?"

   Ella nodded.  "Yep, for an hour.  I heard sounds from the TV and then
you eventually telling Dad good night."

   Linda waited for her daughter to make her point.

   "What I didn't hear was the sounds of you making Dad happy."

   "Don't ever listen in on what we're doing again," she hissed at her
daughter.  "That's a complete invasion of privacy.  I would never do that
to you."

   Ella sat back in her chair, allowing her cereal to soak in the cold
milk. "What do you see when you look at Dad?"

   "What do I see?"

   "Yeah," Ella nodded, "what do you see when you look at Dad?"

   "I see a man."

   "That's it?" the teen asked.  "Just a man?"

   "What do you want me to say, Ella?"

   "You want to know what I see?" she asked her mom.  "I see the world's
greatest guy.  I see a provider, and a protector, and a man who busts his
ass each and every day to make our lives better.  I see a guy who keeps
himself in shape and is always fixing things around the house.  I see a guy
who doesn't put off yardwork and never asks you to lift a finger.  I see a
man who takes us on vacations, and buys us presents, and takes us out to
dinner.  I see a man who takes a vast interest in all of our hobbies and
passions.  I see a man who's so far out of your league it makes my head
spin."

   Appalled, Linda sputtered, "What did you just say!?"

   "You have no idea how lucky you are to have Dad," Ella told her mother,
hostile and annoyed.  "Who are you to dictate his sexual happiness?  You
should be doing every single thing he wants."

   "You don't know what you're talking about."

   The eighteen year old was done holding back.  "You're a shitty wife."

   Linda was stunned.

   "How are the two most beautiful women in the world doing this morning?"
Jim asked with a big smile as he walked into the kitchen and headed to the
coffee maker.

   ...

   ...

   He looked over his shoulder toward the table due to a lack of a
response. His wife and daughter were glaring at each other.  "Hey, what's
going on?"

   "Nothing, Dad," Ella answered, her eyes never leaving her mother's
combative face.

   Jim filled his mug before taking a seat as he watched the two women in
his life continue to glare at each other from across the table.  "Is
something wrong?"

   "Nothing's wrong," Linda answered, her attention still locked on her
daughter.

   Jim uncomfortably observed the silence before his daughter finally
looked in his direction.

   "Do you have time to answer a question for me, Dad?" Ella asked

   Linda was on the verge of lunging at her daughter.

   "I always have time for you, baby," he answered.  "Whaddya need?"

   "It's for school," Ella told her father.

   Linda immediately felt herself relax.

   "Actually, it's for my Sex Ed class," she noted.

   Well, that relaxed feeling went away rather quickly.  Linda once again
wanted to drag her daughter to her room by her neck.

   "Okay." Jim waited for his daughter to ask her question.

   "We have an assignment where we have to talk to both a married man and a
married woman," Ella explained.  "We have to ask them about their preferred
number of weekly sexual encounters."

   Jim took a swig of his coffee.

   "Both the number of times a week they desire to have sexual intercourse,
and the number of total sexual activities they would want," she continued.
"You know, things like oral sex, and making out, and stuff.  Now, this has
nothing to do with your current situation or relationship.  These numbers
are based solely on your personal wants."

   "Was Mom the woman you asked?" he inquired.

   Ella shook her head as she tried to think of who she wanted to be the
female test subject for her fictional question.  "No, I asked Kate's mom."

   "Kate's mom?" he laughed.  "Am I privy to that information?" He quickly
glanced at his wife.  "Obviously, if Mom is okay with hearing it."

   "Yeah, I'm very interested..." Linda said sarcastically as she continued
to stare a hole through her daughter.

   Ella shot her a glare of her own before turning her attention to her
father.  "Kate's mom said that she would prefer to have sex three to four
times a week, and at least one daily sexual activity."

   Jim grinned.  "Are you serious!?"

   The teen nodded.  "Yep.  So, I need an answer from a guy.  The easiest
way to think about this is to pretend Mom doesn't exist..."

   Linda wanted to put her fist through her daughter's face.

   "...and imagine you're single.  Now, when you snap your fingers, your
dream girl shows up and does anything you want.  It's purely sexual.  What
would your numbers be?"

   "Well, your mother is my dream girl," he instantly stated.

   Ella raised her eyebrows with an unimpressed look.

   "What?" Jim laughed.  "She is.  Listen, sexual compatibility is based on
a relationship.  One person can't call all the shots."

   Ella promptly shook her head.  "Dad, I just told you that isn't what I'm
asking about.  This isn't about feelings, or love, or any of that.  It's
solely about lust."

   He took a moment to think.  "This is in an unrealistic fantasy world,
right?"

   "In a world where your sexual wants and needs come first," Ella told her
dad.

   "I mean, I could go every day, but that obviously isn't something you
can do," Jim answered.

   "Sex every day or just some kind of sexual activity?" the teen
questioned.

   "Again, in a fantasy world, I would love to have sex every day and then
some kind of sexual activity on top of that too.  So, yeah, like two sexual
things a day.  Is that an option?"

   Ella pulled out her phone and pretended to jot down her father's answer
for her made up homework assignment.  "Yeah, Dad, there isn't a wrong
answer.  So your ideal number would be fourteen sexual encounters a week?
Sex daily and then something on top of that too?  And that includes
everything?  Sex, oral, and stuff like making out?"

   "Oral goes both ways?" he asked.

   She was slightly taken aback by her dad's honesty, especially
considering that Mom was sitting right next to him at the table, but then
again, Mom had yet to stopped glaring at her since they sat down across
from each other.  Who knew if she was even processing the discussion at
hand?

   Ella nodded.

   Jim turned and smiled at his wife.  "We should start making out again,
by the way."

   Her attention shifted to her husband.  "What?"

   "We should start making out again," he repeated.  "I miss it." He turned
back to Ella.  "I don't know why people stop making out when they get
older. It's awesome."

   Ella couldn't help but smile.

   "Okay, if we're counting sex, oral both ways, and making out, then go
ahead and bump that number up to twenty."

   She pulled out her phone again.  "So, twenty sexual encounters a week?
About three a day?  Sex daily and then two things on top of that as well?"

   "Yeah, I think that's fair," he nodded.  "Again, in a fantasy world."

   "Interesting..." she noted.

   "Need anything else?" he asked.

   "Nope.  I think I got it.  Thanks, Dad!"

   "No problem, sweetheart." He finished his coffee before standing up and
leaning over to give his wife a kiss.  This time he passed on her cheek and
instead found her lips.  Linda hastily pulled back, only allowing for a
quick peck.

   "I gotta get going too," Ella announced while standing up and grabbing
her bag.  "I actually have to get to school early."

   She listened to her dad bid Mom farewell before following him out the
door and into the driveway.  "Thanks again for being so honest with me,
Dad."

   Jim escorted his daughter to her car and opened the door for her.  "Not
a problem.  Have a great day at school, honey."

   Ella and her dad never kissed.  It just wasn't something they'd ever
done.  In fact, it was the one thing about her friend's Sarah's
relationship with her own father that made her jealous.  They always
greeted each other and said their goodbyes with a peck on the cheek.  There
was something so affectionate about a kiss, and after what she'd come to
learn over the past twenty-fours, she was ready to start a new tradition.

   She climbed to her tippy-toes so she could reach her six foot, one inch
father, moved her mouth toward his cheek, before thinking better of it and
instead planting a soft kiss on his lips.  She quickly pulled back to be
greeted by a surprised reaction.

   "Umm...have...have a good...uh, a good day...sweetheart."

   Ella bit her lip as she watched her dad fumble and trip over his words.
She could eat that man up with a spoon.  "You too, Dad!"

   She hopped into her car and drove to school with a jolt of electricity
flowing through her blood.  This is was what Mom was willingly passing on?
Those warm, masculine lips?  A simple peck put her on cloud nine and Mom
was choosing to avoid that?  There were going to be two options from this
point forward.  Either Mom gets her act together and takes care of Dad, or
she was going to do it.

   Chapter 3 -- A Reality Check.

   Later that day.  5:02 PM.

   Ella arrived home to find her mother in the kitchen, still dressed in
her work attire which consisted of black dress pants and a yellow long
sleeve dress shirt.  It was a look Mom could pull off with her fit, sexy
body.  Her purse tossed on the kitchen table was a sign that she'd just
arrived home.

   "Hey, Mom."

   Linda was facing the kitchen counter and turned toward her daughter's
voice.  She'd been waiting to tell her something for the past ten hours. 
"You're grounded."

   "What?"

   "You're grounded," she repeated with a smirk.  "One week.  No going out,
no hanging out with your friends, and no phone."

   Ella was stunned.  "For what!?"

   Linda held out her hand.  "Give me your phone."

   "Mom, what did I do?"

   She raised her eyebrows at her daughter.  "Are you serious?  What did
you do?  You know damn well what you did.  The conversation at the table
with Dad this morning was so far out of line!"

   "It was a question for school!" she protested.

   "You're not even taking Sex Ed this year!" Linda shouted.  "You think I
don't know your schedule?  I made a copy of it when your school mailed it
to us before the year started!  And do I look as gullible as your father?
How many times per week do you want to mess around?  What kind of Sex Ed
class is going to have you asking people that?  Give me a break!"

   Ella leaned against one of the breakfast table chairs and glared at her
mom.  "And what was his answer?"

   "In a fantasy world," Linda quickly countered.

   "You're his wife!" Ella loudly stated.  "You're supposed to be his
fantasy girl!  It's your job!"

   "You have five seconds to give me your phone," she demanded with her
hand out.  Ella reluctantly walk over and dropped the cell phone into her
palm.  "And that's not my job.  My job is to be a mother and I like to
think I'm pretty good at it.  Even if my own daughter doesn't appreciate
me."

   Ella was now standing just a few feet from her mother.  "I never said
that.  You're a great mom.  I wouldn't trade you for any other mom in the
world."

   Linda smiled for the first time today.

   "I just think you're a shitty wife."

   She was seething again.

   "You want to know what happened after Dad and I left this morning?" Ella
asked.  "I gave him a kiss on the lips."

   Linda raised her eyebrows.

   "Yeah, we never kiss, and I saw him give you a peck at the table this
morning, so I figured I would try out what you have access to twenty-four
seven.  And you want to know something, Mom?  I can still feel it.  It gave
me this jolt and this buzz that lasted all day.  From a quick, simple kiss!
I just don't understand you.  Why wouldn't you always want that?"

   The mom opened her mouth by Ella steamrolled her.

   "And Dad's answer was twenty times a week, by the way.  Twenty!  Your
husband wants to mess around eighty times a month!  Did you hear him when
he asked about oral both ways?  How amazing was that?" Ella smiled.  "He's
even taking care of you in his fantasies!  Well, congrats, Mom, you're only
seventy-eight sexual encounters per month away from satisfying your
husband. When was the last time you two had sex, by the way?"

   Linda peered down at the ground.  "What's the date today?"

   "September 13th," Ella answered.

   "When did you go on your friend's parent's boat?"

   Ella's jaw dropped.

   Linda was still looking at the floor.  She didn't need to see the
expression on Ella's face to know what her reaction was.  "We messed around
then..."

   "I went out on Claire's parent's boat July 4th weekend!  Let me see my
phone."

   She gave her daughter her phone back.

   Ella quickly pulled up her calendar.  "It was the Saturday after the
holiday so that would make it July 7th.  Mom, it's September 13th!"

   Linda had yet to look up.

   "You haven't had sex in over two months!"

   "We uh...we haven't done anything since then..."

   ...

   ...

   Linda reluctantly glanced up to see her daughter's bewildered
expression.

   "Mom, you haven't done anything with Dad in over two months!?" she
shouted.  "We're talking sex, blowjobs, anything!?"

   She nodded.

   Ella took a deep breath.  "I'm beyond stunned.  I honestly don't know
what to say."

   "We've been busy," Linda started, "and I've been going to the gym a lot
more so I've been tired, and a few weeks just kinda turned into a few
months..."

   "Does Dad say anything?"

   Linda took a moment to think.  "Yeah, but not like he used to.  He
doesn't nag me as much anymore.  Maybe he's losing interest or something."

   "Losing interest?" Ella asked.  "Mom, there's only so much rejection one
person can take.  He doesn't initiate as much because he's tired of being
turned down!"

   "I don't know..." Linda groaned.

   "You're giving him something tonight!"

   Linda was slightly taken aback.  "Oh, is that right?"

   "I don't care what you decide to do," Ella continued, "but you're doing
something with him tonight.  Do you need me to be out of the house or
something?  Because I'll find somewhere to go.  He should be cheating on
you, you know that, right?  He should be fucking one of his secretaries at
work or something."

   "Don't say that."

   "He should!" the young brunette passionately declared.  "But we both
know he never would because he isn't that kind of guy.  Two months!  Two
fuckin' months!  That's unbelievable!  You--"

   Ella head snapped to the sound of the front door opening.

   "Hey!" Jim greeted his family as he strolled into the kitchen.

   "Hey, Dad!" Ella smiled.

   "Jim..." Linda acknowledged her husband.

   "Who wants to go out to dinner?" he asked.

   "Me!" Ella cheered.

   "I was going to make dinner," Linda told him.

   Jim shot his daughter a smile.  "What do you think?  Steak?"

   "Yeah!  Let's go out for steaks!" Ella agreed with a big smile.

   Linda huffed.  The last person she wanted to spend time with tonight was
with her daughter.

   "What do ya say?  Want to get some steaks, Linda?" Jim asked.

   She hesitantly nodded.

   "Alright, girls.  Let's go!"

   Chapter 4 -- Steak and Dessert.

   Later that night.  9:47 PM.

   Once again, Ella was planted outside her parent's bedroom with her ear
pressed against the door.  At dinner, Mom had a big glass of wine, and then
they went and got ice cream after.  It was just another awesome night
courtesy of her amazing father.  But Ella was under the impression that Mom
received the memo.  Not only had her mother seemed to realize that two
months of no sexual activity was ridiculous, but then Dad took them out for
this great night right after.  So why wasn't she hearing anything other
than the television?

   She was done waiting.

   Knock...knock...

   "Come in!" Jim shouted.

   Ella opened her parent's bedroom door to be greeted by the sight of her
dad lying in bed watching TV, while Mom relaxed next to him with a
paperback novel in her lap.  She was wearing little black shorts and a
white t-shirt.  Her attention had yet to shift from her book.

   "I just wanted to thank you again for the great night," Ella told Dad
with a smile as she approached the bed.  "It was really fun."

   "It was, wasn't it?" he smiled back.  "I love spending time with my
girls."

   Ella glanced over at her mother who was still lost in her book.  "And I
was hoping Mom could help me with something real quick."

   Jim had a look of concern on his face.  "Is everything okay,
sweetheart?"

   She quickly nodded.  "Yeah, it's just girl stuff."

   Linda's eyes finally left her book.  "What do you need?"

   "Can you come to my room for a second?"

   "We can't handle it here?" Linda asked.

   Ella shook her head.

   Linda let out of huff before rolling out of bed and following her
daughter, who was dressed in black shorts and a pink t-shirt, along the
upstairs hallway and into her bedroom.  Ella promptly shut the door behind
them.

   "What are you doing?" Ella asked.

   Linda held out her hands, puzzled.

   "Are you kidding me?  Did you forget the conversation we had a few hours
ago?"

   "Were you standing outside our door again?" Linda asked.  "Ella, I said
not to do that."

   "I feel like your mother," said Ella.  "I have to double-check to make
sure you're doing the right thing.  This is ridiculous!  Go take care of
that man!"

   "I'm not in the mood."

   She defiantly glared at her mother.  "It's real simple, Mom.  Here's how
it's going to work.  You have thirty seconds to go back into your bedroom
and take care of Dad, if not, I'm going to."

   "You're going to what?"

   "I'm going to take care of him," Ella reiterated.  "Don't want that to
happen?  Then go do it yourself."

   "You'll do no such thing," Linda stated.

   Ella grinned at her mother.  "Oh, yeah?  Watch me."

   The eighteen year old opened her bedroom door and raced down the
hallway. Her mom was in hot pursuit.

   Jim was sitting with his back against the headboard and glanced toward
the door as a result of hurried footsteps approaching the bedroom.  He
watched his daughter come to a stop at the edge of the bed and Linda
quickly moved next to her.

   "Mom has something to tell you," Ella announced.

   Jim looked at his wife.

   Linda opened her mouth but changed her mind and quickly glanced at the
floor.

   "I've had enough of this," Ella huffed.  "Dad, Mom wants to give you a
blowjob."

   Jim's eyes bulged.

   "And she's sorry for the lack of sexual attention she's been giving you
over the years," she continued.  "She knows that she should be taking care
of you regularly.  Isn't that right, Mom?"

   Linda looked up to observe her husband's baffled expression. 
"I...umm..."

   "And she's going to be a changed woman from now on," Ella smiled.  "No
more turning you down or going two months without sex."

   "How do you know about that?" Jim asked his daughter.  "What in the
world is going on?"

   Ella turned to her mother.  "Well, what are you waiting for?  Go take
care of your husband!"

   Mom turned her attention back to the floor.

   "This is fuckin' ridiculous," Ella said with a grumble.  "Dad, take your
pants off."

   "What!?" Jim shouted.

   Ella's eyes moved to her father's sweatpants.  "I'm done sitting around
and waiting for this woman to come to her senses.  When was the last time
you got blown?"

   He gulped.  "It's...it's been a while.  Why are you asking me this?"

   "How long is a while?" questioned the teen.

   "I don't know...like, five years maybe..."

   Ella audibly gasped.

   Jim responded with a slight chuckle thanks to his daughter's dramatic
reaction.  "What?"

   "Five years!?" Ella scolded her mother.  "Five years!!  Are you kidding
me!?"

   "She doesn't like doing it," Jim quickly came to his wife's defense. 
"It's fine.  It's not the end of the world.  You still haven't answered my
question though.  Why are you two discussing our sex life?"

   Ella decided to inform her father of the current situation.  Maybe
getting him on her side would knock some sense into Mom.  "It came up over
breakfast the other day and I quickly discovered that Mom isn't doing her
job."

   "Her job?" Jim asked.  "What does that mean?"

   "She isn't taking care of your needs," she continued.  "And today I
learned that you two haven't had sex in over two months!  And on top of all
of that, she never gives you head!  Dad, this is crazy!  Remember the
question I asked you this morning?  About how often you want to fool
around?"

   "That was for school," he chimed in.

   "No, it wasn't," Ella told him.  "I made it up to prove a point to Mom.
Dad, I'm not going to watch you continue to live like this.  Your needs
should be the number one priority in this house."

   He started laughing.

   "Is this a joke to you?" Ella asked in an extremely serious tone. 
"Because I don't find it funny.  I find it sad to be honest with you.  My
awesome, incredible, amazing dad is barely having sex.  Are you cheating on
Mom?"

   "I would never!" he protested.

   "Then how are you functioning?" she questioned.

   "Ella, there's more to life than sex," he informed his daughter.  "Would
I enjoy having more sex?  Absolutely.  What guy wouldn't?  But Mom isn't in
the mood a lot of the time so I deal with it.  I take care of it myself."

   The high school senior had a disgusted look on her face as she glanced
at her mother.  "Do you hear that?  You're married to the greatest guy in
the world and he's jerking off.  You should be ashamed of yourself!"

   "Don't talk to your mother that way."

   Ella brushed off her father's comment as she continued to glare at her
mom who was still avoiding eye contact with the rest of the room.  "I stick
by what I said earlier."

   Jim's brow furrowed.  "What did you say earlier?"

   Linda finally opened her mouth.  "She thinks I'm a shitty wife."

   The confused and somewhat playful expression on Jim's face immediately
vanished.  It was quickly replaced by anger.  "You said that to your
mother!?"

   Ella proudly nodded.  "I stick by it too."

   "Apologize," he demanded.

   She shook her head.  "Nope."

   "Apologize!"

   "Not happening," she told him.

   Jim took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself.  "You have ten
seconds to apologize to your mother or you're going be in a world of hurt.
I'm talking grounded.  Like, forever."

   "Why should I have to apologize for something I believe in?" Ella asked.
"Mom isn't taking care of her husband.  That makes her a shitty wife to me.
Is she a great mom?  Absolutely.  But a great wife?  Fuck no."

   He was having a hard time controlling himself.  "Your mother is the
greatest woman to ever walk this planet.  I can only dream that you'll
someday turn out to be half the person she is.  I can't make myself any
clearer, Ella.  Apologize."

   "I'll apologize when she proves me wrong," she told him.  "Dad, you're
like Superman.  You're this awesome, smart, caring, loyal, unbelievable
guy, and it hurts my heart to know that your needs aren't being met.  Fine,
Mom can continue to selfishly only care about herself and ignore you, but
you want to know something?  I'm going to take care of you."

   He raised his eyebrows.

   "Take your pants off," she demanded.  "Take 'em off so I can give you
what you should be getting on a daily basis."

   "Two things," Jim started.  "One, I'm not doing anything with you. 
That's completely out of the realm of possibility.  Two, I don't know if
you think I'm joking or not, but I can't be any more serious with you. 
You're literally never going to leave your room again if I don't hear an
apology to your mother."

   Ella turned and peered at her mom who was now looking at her.  "I'm
sorry we're in this situation because you can't take care of your husband."

   Jim's hands squeezed the bed comforter.

   "And I'm sorry that you think it's okay to barely touch Dad.  And I'm
sorry the truth hurts your feelings.  And I'm sorry--"

   "ELLA!!!!!" Jim screamed.

   Both girls immediately jumped as stunned looks swept across their faces.
Ella gulped.  She'd never heard Dad shout, let alone scream.  And that
scream was directed at her.  This moment quickly became very real to her.

   "Apologize!!"

   She hesitantly glanced at her mother.  "I'm sorry..."

   "For what?" Jim asked.

   "I'm sorry for acting like a bitch," she quickly apologized.

   Linda nodded to accept her daughter's apology.

   He let out of a long exhale.  "And I'm sorry for yelling but that was
ridiculous.  I won't be this nice if I hear you disrespecting your mother
again.  Are we clear?"

   Ella nodded.

   "Now, go to your room."

   The teen shook her head.  "I can't do that."

   He was growing frustrated.  "And why's that?"

   "Because you're not taken care of," she specified.  "I can't allow that
to happen anymore."

   Jim had enough.  "Ella, go to--"

   "She's right."

   The father and daughter both glanced over at a previously quiet Linda.

   "She's right," Linda repeated, "I haven't been taking care of you."

   A smile grew on Ella's face.

   The mom moved onto the bed.  "Take your pants off."

   His attention turned to his daughter.  "Out.  Now!"

   "I wanna stay..." Ella whined.

   "Go to your room," he demanded with his finger pointing at the door. 
His expression quickly changed as his eyes shut.

   Ella's focus moved lower and took in one of the greatest sights she'd
ever seen in her eighteen years on earth.  Mom was finally taking care of
Dad.

   "Just do whatever you want..." he moaned.  It was like the first time
all over again.  Five years without a blowjob can bring back that juvenile
feeling of lust, and that's exactly what the forty-four-year-old father was
experiencing at the moment.  His eyes finally opened to see his daughter
sitting Indian style on the end of the bed, taking in the sight of her
mother bobbing up and down on the first few inches of his cock.  And at
this moment, he really didn't care were she was sitting.

   Ella wet her lips as she admired the view in front of her.  Dad's
sweatpants were pulled down to his knees, and his big cock was being sucked
by her mother who was lying on her stomach with her feet dangling off the
side of the bed.  She had a perfect view of the action and was finding it
hard to stay quiet.

   "You have a big dick."

   Jim's attention quickly shifted to his daughter.  "Excuse me?"

   "You have a big dick," she lustfully repeated with her eyes still locked
on the action.  "You're way bigger than my ex-boyfriend."

   "Umm...thanks, I guess," he chuckled.

   "You're welcome," she told him before biting her lower lip.  "Don't
forget his balls."

   ...

   ...

   "Mom!"

   Linda's head perked up as she paused her blowjob to glance at her
daughter.  "What?"

   "Don't forget his balls," she repeated.

   "I don't think so..." Linda sighed.

   Ella looked at her father.

   "That was something she never did," he told her.  "It's fine."

   Ella immediately shook her head.  "Mom, suck Dad's balls."

   Linda ignored her daughter's demands and went back to her slow, reserved
blowjob.

   "So, she's not going to suck your balls?"

   He shook his head.  "I never would've imagined those words coming out of
your mouth..."

   "Well, I...oh!" Ella excitedly jumped off the bed.  "Don't stop!  I'll
be right back!"

   Jim nodded as he moved his wife's long brown hair out of her face.  Ella
scurried out of the room and he tried to grasp the situation.  Everything
about his daughter's involvement in this was wrong.  Her sitting on the bed
and making demands was ridiculous, but then again, the only reason he was
getting a blowjob was because of her refusing to drop the topic.  His
daughter was right.  Sometimes he didn't feel taken care of.  But it was
hard to be mad at Linda.  Everything she did was perfect in his eyes, so he
just credited her lack of desire to her low sex drive or tiredness.  He
zoned out for a few moments as his wife's warm, wet mouth continued to bob
on his manhood.  He wasn't sure how much longer he was going to last.

   "That's what I like to see.  Good job, Mom."

   Jim's head perked up to the sight of his daughter strolling back into
their bedroom with a tall glass in her hand.  He pointed at it.  "What's
that?"

   "It's a beer," she smiled.  "Actually, it's two.  I want you to unwind
and really enjoy yourself."

   She moved over to her father's side of the bed and sat down next to him.
Her left leg was touching his right leg as Mom continued to bob away.

   "Is this the playboy mansion?" he laughed.  "Well, since ya got it." He
reached out and took the glass from his daughter before taking a sip.  The
cold, crisp drink hitting his taste buds was the perfect compliment to the
warm, soothing feeling around his cock.

   "Take your shirt off."

   He peered at his daughter after swallowing a mouthful of ale.  "What?"

   "Relax and take your shirt off," she smiled.  Ella reached out and held
onto his drink so he could remove his t-shirt.  "That's better."

   Jim watched her take a quick sip before handing it back to him.

   Ella's mouth quickly found her father's ear as they watched Mom give him
a blowjob together.  "Can I be honest with you for a minute?"

   "You haven't been honest?" he laughed.  "I think you've been way too
honest already."

   "I mean really honest," she whispered.

   He downed half his drink in preparation of what was coming.  Something
told him he was going to need it.

   "You know how amazing I think you are," Ella continued.  "How kind, and
awesome, and caring you are to both me and Mom, but, I think you're really
sexy too."

   Jim gulped.

   Ella's hand found her father's pectoral muscle, and she traced her way
along his defined shoulder before landing on his right bicep.  "You're such
a stud..." she purred.

   "Umm...th-thanks..."

   "You're very welcome," she smiled into his ear.  "You know, I've
actually thought about you before."

   "Thought about me?"

   Ella's wet tongue grazed his earlobe.  "Mmm-hmm.  I thought about doing
the exact thing we're watching."

   Jim's eyes shot down and observed his wife continuing to give him oral
sex.  He wasn't sure what to say.

   This time his daughter was so close that her warm breath tickled the
inside of his ear.  "Do you want your balls sucked?  I'll suck 'em, and
lick 'em, and play with 'em for as long as you want," she giggled.  "I'll
be your little plaything."

   He turned to look into Ella's eyes before tilting his head back and
downing the rest of his beer.

   "I'll take that," Ella smiled as she removed the glass from his hand and
placed it on the nightstand.  "So, do you want your balls sucked, Dad?"

   Jim knew he was going to regret his next action but he really didn't
care anymore.  What was wrong with getting what he wanted?  He worked hard
to provide a great life for his wife and daughter, and now they wanted to
take care of him.  Who was he to say no?

   He slowly nodded.

   "I want to hear you say it," Ella moaned.

   He cleared his throat before gazing into her gentle, brown eyes.  "I
want you to suck my balls, sweetheart."

   Ella's face lit up.  "Gladly!"

   She slid down and looked across her father's body at her mother, and
patiently waited to capture her attention.  She seemed lost in another
world.  "Mom."

   ...

   "Mom!"

   Linda's mouth left her husband as her attention moved to her daughter.

   "Mind if I join you?"

   Linda glanced up at Jim.  He responded with a shrug of his shoulders.

   "I won't get in your way or anything," Ella told her.  "I just want to
help out.  Listen, you're doing a great job and I don't want you to stop,
but Dad wants his balls sucked."

   "Umm--"

   "I'll let you keep doing your thing," the teen cut off her mother.  "So,
you just focus on your blowjob, and I'll focus on Dad's balls.  Deal?"

   Linda was stunned.

   "Awesome," Ella smiled.  Her hand found the back of Mom's head and
softly guided her back to Dad's throbbing penis where she quickly wrapped
her lips back around her husband.

   It took the high school senior a few moments to collect herself. 
Everything about her view was perfect.  Mom's pouty lips wrapped around
Dad's big dick should be a regular occurrence, and hopefully tonight was
the start of this becoming a daily tradition.  But Dad was waiting.  If
this was his first blowjob in five years, then how long had it been since
his balls received some attention?  Ten years?  Maybe never?  She was about
to change that.

   The young brunette leaned in and was immediately hit by her father's
scent.  It was pouring off of him.  It wasn't an odor as much as it was
manliness.  His pheromones were overwhelming.  Testosterone was radiating
from his groin and it seemed to have Mom in a trance as she continued to
bob away on her new favorite toy.  But now it was her turn.  It was her
turn to not only help Dad out, but to get in on the fun as well.  Her mouth
found his left testicle and gave it a big kiss.

   Jim moaned.  Five years.  It'd been five years without a blowjob and now
what did he see when he opened his eyes?  Two pretty brunettes with their
faces buried in his crotch.  Sure, one of those gorgeous women was his
daughter, but tonight his dick was the one calling the shots, and his
previously unattended to friend wanted all the love he could get.

   Ella's mouth opened and her warm, wet tongue began swirling across her
dad's sack, making sure to pay equal attention to both of his large
testicles.  Every moan and groan coming from the head of the bed only made
her go harder.  Dad was her world.  He was her everything.  He was the one
person alive who deserved to have every single thing he wanted, and if he
wanted his balls sucked, then she was going to make sure it happened.  Her
fingers pushed his testicle into her mouth where she swallowed it whole,
rapidly sucking on his sensitive nut.

   "Jesus Christ..."

   There it was!  Another moan!  Ella wanted to hear that every day.  She
wanted Dad to be crying out in pleasure all over the house.  And right now,
all she wanted to hear was him moaning louder.

   She let his testicle slip out of her mouth before dragging her tongue
along the surface of his skin once again.  Her eyes peered up to see her
mother continuing to bob up and down on his cock.  It wasn't a bad blowjob,
but it wasn't necessarily a good one either.  She wasn't taking him much
further than the head of his dick but Ella wasn't going to say anything. 
It was a process and these were the first initial baby steps.  But as she
watched Mom suck away, she couldn't help but admire all the room between
Dad's balls and her mother's mouth.  It looked so dry and lonely.  Well, it
did for now...

   Ella's tongue slowly slid up her father's thick shaft as she felt his
leg begin to twitch.  How far should she go?  This was Mom's territory
after all.  She owned this part of Dad and Ella didn't want to step on her
toes, but then again, the sensation of his body shaking as a result of her
mouth was empowering.  Her tongue continued its rise before grazing the
bottom of Mom's lower lip.

   Linda stopped as her eyes instantly opened.  Her daughter was gazing up
at her while her tongue pressed against the side of Jim's cock.  Everything
about this was wrong.  Not only the fact that Ella had given her a much
needed sexual wake-up call, but now she was joining in on it as well!  But
the girl did love her father.  Maybe this was just her way of showing it?
She decided to ignore Ella's tongue and resume her blowjob.

   Relief shot through the young brunette.  Mom was okay with everything
and now it was time to turn her attention back to where it should be.  She
planted kisses on her father's thick shaft as she worked her way back down
to his balls before slowly pulling away.

   Maybe this was a step too far?  Maybe this was too much, too soon?  Or
maybe it was exactly what her mother needed.

   "Talk dirty to Dad."

   Linda's eyes opened once again.  Her brow furrowed at her daughter with
her mouth still wrapped around Jim.

   "Guys love dirty talk," Ella smiled before looking at the head of the
bed.  "Isn't that right, Dad?"

   Jim didn't answer.  He just wanted his daughter's lips back on his balls
again.  He could get used to having two warm mouths worshiping his cock in
bed every night.  And Linda's wet mouth was still engulfing the head of his
penis.  Five years without a blowjob and now she didn't want him to leave
her lips!  This was heaven!

   "Dad!" Ella shouted.

   Jim snapped to attention with a nod.  "Dirty talk is fine.  I mean, not
talking dirty is also fine.  It's totally up to your mother."

   The teen rolled her eyes.  "Will you stop trying to be nice all the
time?" She shifted her focus back to the other woman in the room.  "Mom, he
wants you to talk dirty."

   Linda finally allowed her husband's throbbing penis to escape from her
mouth as she hesitantly peered at Ella.  "I don't know how to..."

   "There's no wrong way to do it!" Ella laughed.  "Just be sexy.  Be
nasty, and filthy, and flirty.  Think of it this way.  You can have an
alter-ego!  Outside the bedroom you're a successful woman and a great mom.
But inside the bedroom?  Inside the bedroom you can be anything you want!
You can be as perverted, and obscene, and crude as you desire.  And Dad
will love every minute of it!"

   "I certainly will," Jim smiled.

   Linda shyly glanced up at her husband.  "Does that feel good?  You know,
my...my blowjob?"

   He nodded.

   "Umm...  Do you...do you want more it?"

   He nodded again.

   Linda's eye moved back to her daughter.  "Like that?"

   Ella had a bewildered expression on her face.  "That's it?  That's your
version of dirty talk?"

   "What?" Linda asked.  "He seemed to like it."

   Ella ran her hand through her long, brown hair.  "Don't you watch porn?"

   Linda shook her head no.

   "Jesus..." she groaned.  "Mom, just be nasty.  Say that craziest shit
you've every wanted to say.  Don't hold back."

   The mom was coming up empty.  "I don't know what to say."

   "May I?" Ella asked, pointing at Dad's towering cock.

   Linda nodded.

   Ella swiftly wrapped her hand around her father's throbbing meat.  Her
touch caused him to let out a whimper.

   "Hey, Daddy..."

   Jim smiled.

   "Did I do a good job sucking your balls?"

   He nodded with an even bigger smile.

   "Good," she told him, "because all I want to do is make you happy.  It's
the only thing I care about.  You work so hard for me and I want you to see
how much I appreciate it."

   Jim's eyes closed as his daughter began stroking him faster.

   "Can you imagine my tight, little pussy wrapped around this big dick?"

   He moaned.

   "Do you think it would even fit?" Ella giggled.  "Dad, you're so much
bigger than my ex-boyfriend."

   "Oh yeah?"

   "So much bigger," she nodded.  "You're like twice the size of him.  But
everything about you is better than him.  Your personality, and how funny
you are, and all your muscles, and your big, fat cock..."

   "Fuck that kid..." Jim moaned again with his eyes still shut.

   "Fuck him is right," Ella purred.  "I used to think about you when I was
with him.  He wanted to do so much stuff but I never let him.  Because he
wasn't the one."

   "Who's the one?" Jim asked.

   Ella grinned as she squeezed harder.  "You tell me."

   Jim eyes opened and locked onto his daughter's inviting, and now
seductive brown eyes.

   "You got a big load for me?" Ella asked.

   "Fuckin' right I do," he strongly answered.

   Ella dropped her voice to an innocent, schoolgirl like whisper.  "And
what are you going to do with it?"

   "I'm gonna put it all over that pretty face."

   Ella couldn't believe how into this he was.  It was only getting her
that much more wet.  "You gonna make me your cumslut?"

   "Daddy's little cumslut," he smiled, his eyes never leaving her face. 
"And then I'm going to make your mother lick it off of you."

   "Jesus Christ, Jim!"

   The father and daughter both snapped out of their fantasies and turned
to observe a shocked Linda.

   "That's disgusting!

   Ella let out a huff.  "What the fuck, Mom!?  We were really getting into
it!"

   "What?"

   "Mom, it's dirty talk!" she explained to her mother.  "It isn't real! 
He isn't actually going to cum on my face and make you lick it off!"

   Her eyes shot down to the bed, embarrassed by her lack of understanding.

   "It's all fake," Ella continued.  "But did you see how hot it was?" She
quickly looked back at her father.  "Well, the part about my ex wasn't
fake. I meant that."

   Jim smiled.

   "So, you wanna give it a try?" she asked her mother.

   Linda took a deep breath before replacing her daughter's hand with her
own touch.  She began slowing stroking her husband.  "Hey, Jim."

   "Hey, honey," he smiled back.

   She turned to Ella with a stressed look.  "Umm...can I call him daddy
too?"

   Ella raised her eyebrows.  "That's fine with me.  You should probably
ask Dad though."

   Her eyes shifted back to Jim.  "Is it okay if I call you daddy?"

   He immediately nodded.

   She excitedly glanced down before collecting herself and finding her
husband's eyes once again.  "Hey, Daddy..."

   "Hey, honey," he smiled again.  Now this was the woman he remembered
marrying.

   "I'm sorry about the past few years," she started.  "Or, like, fifteen
years...  And I'm sorry I've been kind of cold and distant to you
sexually."

   "It's okay," he comforted her.

   "I'm not going to be like that anymore.  I just want to make you happy."

   He smiled at his wife.  "You being you makes me happy."

   She blushed.  "I want to be more than me though.  I want to start being
your little porn star."

   "Umm..." Jim hesitated, "okay.  Yeah, we can definitely do that."

   "Do you remember when you came to my company Christmas party last year?"

   He let out a moan as a result of her grip tightening around his cock. 
"Mmm-hmm..."

   "And do you remember Sarah?"

   "Blonde girl?" he asked, his eyes now closed as her stroking increased
in speed.  "Kind of short?"

   "Yeah," Linda nodded, "that's her.  Well, she's always complaining about
her husband.  Like, every day.  I have no idea why they're married because
everything he does makes her mad.  And I'm sure you remember her getting
drunk at the party, but what you didn't hear was what she said to me in the
bathroom later that night."

   "What did she say?" Jim breathed.

   Linda smiled to herself.  "She called me a lucky bitch."

   His eyes shot open.  "What?"

   "She called me a lucky bitch," she repeated.  "She told me that she
would kill to switch husbands and asked me if we were into swapping."

   His jaw dropped.

   "I got offended and stormed out of the bathroom.  I mean, who is she to
talk about my husband that way?  But you want to know something?  She's
right.  I am a lucky bitch.  I'm married to this amazing guy who treats me
like a queen.  And he's quite the stud on top of all that."

   Jim's focus darted over to his daughter who was busy lovingly gazing at
her mother.

   "Sarah would've fucked you in the bathroom that night.  Hell, if I
texted her right now, I guarantee she would drive over here and have sex
with you right in our bed.  And I bet a lot of other women would too.  I'm
not going to let my daddy's needs come second ever again.  I don't care if
we're in the car, or I'm in the shower, or if Ella's sitting right on the
couch next to us..."

   Ella bit her lip.

   "...if you want something, you tell me, and I'll do it," she grinned. 
"I'm going to be your dream wife."

   "You already are," he smiled before closing his eyes and letting the
pleasure he was experiencing captivate his world.

   "Then I'm going to be your dream woman," Linda corrected herself.  "You
gonna cum for me?"

   "Mmm-hmm," was all he managed to respond with.

   Linda lips found her husband's cock once again as her hand wrapped
around his throbbing member.  She simultaneously stoked and sucked and his
growing moans let her know it was exactly what he wanted.

   "Faster," Ella chimed in.

   Linda's action grew to a furious pace before a loud roar rocketed
throughout the bedroom.

   Ella's head shot up to witness a euphoric expression on Dad's face as
his body twitched and shook.  She was two feet away from her father cumming
in her mother's mouth, and she wouldn't trade her place for anything in the
world.  She wanted to see that look on Dad's face all the time, and this
was just the start of amazing things.  His moans finally came to an end as
his head slumped forward.  He was finally taken care of.

   "That was amazing, Mom."

   ...

   Her head turned to see her mother hop of the bed and hastily dash out
into the hallway.

   "Where are you going?"

   ...

   "Where's she going?" Ella asked her dad.

   Jim looked like he was on the verge of passing out.

   Ella jumped down from the mattress and journeyed out into the hallway
before noticing the bathroom door open.  Light was escaping into the
otherwise dark hall.  She ventured inside to see Mom with her mouth over
the sink.

   "Why did you run off like that?"

   Linda turned and looked at her daughter.  "What?"

   "Why did you run off like that?" the teen repeated.  Her eyes moved from
Mom's face to the sink where she instantly gasped.  "What's that!?"

   Linda was confused.  "What?"

   "Is that Dad's cum!?" Ella shouted.  "You ran in here to spit him out?"

   "Yeah, I don't swallow."

   "Jesus Christ, Mom," Ella complained, "we have a long way to go..."

   "I don't like how it tastes," she admitted.

   Ella shook her head.  "Mom, it's for the guy.  He wants to see you
accept him.  It's a dominance thing."

   "Accept him?" Linda laughed.  "Baby, did you forget that I have a
daughter with him?"

   "No, I didn't forget," she rolled her eyes.  "It's just...you know what?
Forget about it.  You did great tonight!"

   Linda smiled.

   "I know that whole experience was probably weird and inappropriate with
me being there, but I'm really proud of you.  You did an awesome job."

   Linda gave her daughter a hug.  "Thanks, baby."

   Ella smiled as she wrapped her arms around her mom.  She finally had her
parents on the same page.

   Chapter 5 -- A New Woman.

   The following morning.  Wednesday.  September 14th.  6:56 AM.

   Linda stood in front of the kitchen counter as she fired up the coffee
maker.  There was a certain glow radiating off her on this Wednesday
morning.  Her daughter was right.  She did like taking care of Jim.  And
the big smile on Ella's face as she ate her cereal at the kitchen table
told Linda that her daughter liked taking care of him too.

   "How are my perfect angels doing this morning?"

   Linda's head snapped to watch her husband stroll into the kitchen, all
dressed for work in a pair of sharp black dress pants, a white long sleeve
dress shirt, and a gray tie.  He even looked sexier to her.  Maybe their
daughter really did knock something loose inside her head.

   She felt Jim's groin press against her butt as he pinned her against the
kitchen counter.  His lips found her neck and began showering her with
kisses before she playfully fought him off.  He looked better, his
masculine scent was more powerful, and his body even felt stronger.  It
reminded her of the way things were when they were dating.

   Jim moved over to the table and gave his daughter's head a light rub. 
"Sleep good?"

   She nodded before flashing him a disappointed glance.

   "What's that look for?" he asked.

   Ella pressed her finger to her lips.

   He laughed before leaning down and giving her a peck on the lips.  She
responded with a big smile.

   "Coffee, honey?" Linda asked.

   "Sounds good," he answered as he took a seat at the table next to his
daughter.  A mug was soon placed on the table in front of him, but his eyes
were busy elsewhere.  They were locked on his wife.

   Linda was dressed in a pink pencil skirt which ended just below her
knees, and a long sleeve black top which was rolled halfway up her arms. 
Every tap on the floor courtesy of her black heels was making his cock
twitch.  He had some things in mind for that outfit.  Primarily, seeing it
scattered across their bedroom floor.  But was last night an anomaly?  Were
things going to go right back to normal?  His wife's body and sense of
style driving him crazy was nothing new, but now he was curious as to if
she was truly a changed woman.

   "Look at that body..." Jim commented.

   Linda rolled her eyes before heading back to the kitchen counter with
her back facing the table.  She was patiently waiting for the coffee maker
to finishing brewing her cup.

   "That ass drives me crazy."

   Ella grinned from ear-to-ear.  Her eyes quickly moved from her father to
her mother.  "She's rockin' that outfit for sure."

   "Ella, look at that fuckin' ass.  Mom should be a model."

   Linda shook her head.

   "What kind of model, Dad?" Ella asked.

   "Hmm..." Jim pretended to ponder the question.  "I mean, she can
definitely pull off the business look."

   "Totally," the young brunette chimed in.

   "Who rocks the female workplace power look better than Mom?"

   "No one that I can think of," Ella smiled.

   "Now, obviously, the biggest no-brainer would be for her to be a
swimsuit model," Jim continued.  "I can think of few things the world would
rather see than Mom oiled up on a beach somewhere."

   Linda let out a chuckle while shaking her head, keeping her back to the
table.

   "What about a lingerie model?" Ella asked.

   He briskly nodded.  "I was getting to that next.  Maybe a little photo
shoot with her sprawled on the bed with some lacy lingerie on?  What do you
think, Ella?  White or black?"

   "I'm a fan of white lingerie," she answered.  "It looks angelic."

   "Well, she is an angel," Jim smiled.

   "Will you two stop?" Linda chuckled, still not looking at her family.

   "How do you get a butt like that?" Ella asked.  "It defies physics."

   "It's because I was a saint in my past life," Jim answered, "so, God
rewarded me with this perfect view."

   Linda laughed.  "Believe me, you were no saint.  And it's from all the
squats I do.  It's like ninety percent of my gym routine."

   "I have to start doing more squats," Ella commented.

   "You're still young and perky," Linda countered.  "You don't have to
worry about that until you get old like me."

   Jim raised his eyebrows.  "Old like you?  What are you talking about? 
You could pass for twenty-one.  Hike up that skirt."

   Her head finally turned as she shot her husband a curious glance. 
"Excuse me?"

   "Hike up that skirt," he repeated.  "I want to see those legs."

   "Yeah, come on, Mom.  Hike it up."

   "She's giving orders now too?" Linda smirked while pointing at her
daughter.  She was pretending to be annoyed by the onslaught of attention,
but deep down, she couldn't get enough of it.  Why was she blocking out all
this love and appreciation for so many years?  She couldn't explain her
past behavior, but she had plans to make up for lost time.

   Linda slowly rolled up her skirt just below her butt and held it for a
few moments before dropping it.

   "You have better legs than me," said Ella.

   "Please..." Linda laughed.  "No amount of squats can make me eighteen
again.  "And I--"

   "I want to see that ass," Jim interrupted.

   She peered back at the table, surprised by her husband's brashness in
front of their daughter.  "You think that's appropriate?"

   "Let's ask," Jim smiled.  "What do you think, Ella?"

   The high school senior swiftly nodded her head.  "I think so.  I mean, I
wanna see your butt."

   "Well, look at that," Linda said while rolling her eyes, "you got your
father's perverted gene."

   Ella smiled.  "You bet I do.  Let's go, Mom.  Get that skirt up."

   Jim laughed at his daughter before turning back to his wife.  "You heard
the lady.  Get that fuckin' skirt up."

   "I'll show you for five seconds," Linda stated.

   "Ten," Jim countered.

   "Seven," she playfully offered.

   He shook his head.  "Nine."

   "Three," Linda told him.

   "We'll take five," Ella accepted on behalf of her dad.

   Linda looked away from her family once again and her hands quickly found
the hem of her skirt.  Inch by inch it slowly rose until she felt the cool,
fall air coming through the windows hit her exposed skin.  Where was the
reaction?  Hell, where was any reaction?  There weren't any comments, or
sounds, or anything coming from the table behind her.  She swiftly turned
her head to see two bamboozled expressions staring at her.

   "Will you two stop!" she laughed before dropping her dress.

   Ella was baffled.  Sure, she'd seen her mom in tight clothes and outfits
that perfectly hugged her stellar body before, but she'd never seen
anything like that.  Her white lace panties weren't a thong, but they
didn't exactly cover her butt either.  Her lift was amazing.  Mom's
backside was even perkier than hers!  There wasn't any cellulite, or sag,
or anything.  She was tight, toned, and fit, and Ella was quickly finding
herself lusting after another member of her family.

   "Greatest ass ever," Jim calmly announced.  "And it's not a contest
either.  That thing is ridiculous."

   Linda poured herself a cup of coffee with a big smile on her face.

   "I'm doing squats today," Ella muttered under her breath.

   Jim's eyes tracked his wife's movements again as she headed for her
usual seat at the table, directly across from Ella.  "Where are you going?"

   Linda froze.  "What?"

   "Where are you going?" he repeated.

   "Umm...to my seat."

   Jim shook his head.  "I don't think so, sexy.  You have a new seat from
now on.  Coffee, eating, reading--I really don't care.  There's only one
place you're sitting from this moment forward."

   He slid his chair back and grinned at his wife.

   "Are you serious?" Linda laughed.

   His big grin answered that question.

   "Fine," she smiled before journeying the few steps to her husband and
plopping down in his lap.

   Jim's mouth quickly found his wife's ear as he started nibbling on it.
Her playfully laughs only encouraged him before his words took over as
whispers filled her ear.

   "Oh my God, will you stop!?" Linda laughed.

   Ella had never been more jealous in her life.  "What did he say to you?"

   The couple ignored their daughter and Jim continued to quietly speak to
his wife.

   "You're so bad!" Linda smiled.

   "What did you say to her?" Ella tried asking her dad this time.

   He lightly bit her ear before whispering one last thing.

   A shocked expression overcame Linda's face.  "That's awful, Jim!  Oh my
God, you're such a pervert!"

   "Why won't anyone answer me!?" Ella shouted.

   Linda looked at her daughter.  "You don't want to know what he said. 
You're father is a despicable degenerate."

   "Please tell me!" Ella whined.

   Mom shook her head.

   "I told her I'm going to bend her over the side of the bed when I get
home," Jim said to his daughter with a smirk.

   "Don't tell her that!" Linda laughed.  "Oh my God!"

   "And that I'm not even going to take this sexy outfit off," he
continued. "I'm going to lift this skirt up, slide those panties to the
side, and push right into that tight, little pussy..."

   Linda had an appalled look on her face.  "You can't say that in front of
her!"

   The teen was on the verge of exploding.  She was fighting her hardest to
keep her hand out of her jeans.

   "Come on," Jim huffed.  "After last night?  She can handle it."

   "You're awful!" Linda told him before taking a sip of her coffee.

   "You said three things to her," Ella stated.  "You only told me two. 
What was the last one?"

   "You better not tell her!" Linda strongly demanded while turning her
head to glance back at her husband.

   "Mom, he can tell me!" she huffed.

   "I told her that we're going to start watching a new show on Netflix
tonight," said Jim.

   Linda took a deep sigh of relief.

   "And that maybe I'll call her Ella while I have her bent over the bed."

   "JIM!!" Linda shouted.

   "What?" he laughed.  "It's a joke."

   Ella wasn't finding it as funny as her father.  In fact, it was the
single hottest thing she'd ever heard.

   Linda scurried out of her husband's lap.  "You're awful!  See what I
mean about him being relentless?" she asked while turning her attention to
her daughter.  "One blowjob and I'm sitting on his lap at breakfast while
he says perverted stuff into my ear.  Now do you understand what I mean?"

   Yeah, Ella knew exactly what her mother was talking about.  She'd
somehow managed to go from the luckiest woman in the world, to the luckiest
woman to ever exist.  Quite the dilemma...

   "I have to get going," Linda announced.  "You two are a perfect match
for each other.  A couple of perverts..."

   "I don't get a kiss?" Jim asked as he watched his wife collect her purse
from the countertop.

   She made her way back to the table and gave Jim a quick kiss on the
lips. He responded by grabbing the back of her head and pulling her closer
to make out with her.  The two passionately kissed for the next fifteen
seconds while Ella's jaw hit the floor.

   He finally broke it off.  "Have a good day, gorgeous."

   "You have my lipstick on you," she giggled, noticing a shade of bright
red on her husband's lips.

   He responded with a smile.  "Leave it.  I want to taste you."

   Linda couldn't hide her smitten look.  She turned to bid her daughter
farewell but was hit on the butt by a firm slap which caused her to lose
her train of thought.  She stumbled out the front door, giddy the entire
way.

   "Is there something you want?"

   Ella turned back to her father.  "What?"

   "Like shoes, or clothes, or maybe even a shopping spree?" he clarified
himself.  "Sweetheart, I owe you big time."

   "No, Dad, I did this for you.  I don't want anything other than for you
to be happy."

   Jim was still over the moon.  "I would've checked you into a psychiatric
ward if you ever told me Mom would be sitting in my lap and letting me talk
dirty in her ear.  That kind of stuff only happened before you were born."

   The teen was all smiles.

   "Ella, I can't thank you enough.  Okay, last night was super
inappropriate, but it completely changed your mother."

   "It gave her the kick in the ass she needed," Ella chimed in.  "Dad, she
loves taking care of you.  I could totally see it in her face this morning.
It's awesome!  She just needed someone to give her a wake-up call.  And I
don't think last night was that inappropriate, by the way."

   Jim raised his eyebrows.  "Are you kidding me?  Honey, that can't ever
happen again.  Listen, I'm forever grateful for what you did for me, but
you're my daughter, and you need to stay my daughter."

   "Okay," Ella nodded, "but I'm always here if something changes or Mom
regresses or something.  Your happiness is always my number one priority."

   "And you being my daughter is my number one priority," Jim stated.  "And
you need to stay my daughter.  Just like I need to stay your dad.  Are we
on the same page?"

   "Deal," she agreed.

   He reached into his back pocket to retrieve his wallet.  His credit card
promptly slid across the table and came to a rest next to his daughter's
cereal bowl.  "Just don't go crazy."

   "Dad, I'm serious.  I don't want your money."

   "No, go buy yourself some stuff," he told her.  "Take your time too. 
Actually, I want you out shopping until at least seven o'clock."

   Ella smiled.  She knew exactly what that meant.  Mom and Dad were going
to be having some fun after work.

   Jim picked up his coffee cup and walked over to his daughter to give her
a quick kiss on the lips.  He immediately started laughing after pulling
back and looking at her face.

   "I got some of your mother's lipstick on you."

   "Leave it," Ella grinned.

   He smiled before giving her head a soft rub.  "Have a good day,
sweetheart.  Make sure you lock the door when you leave."

   "You got it, Dad.  See you tonight!"

   Ella patiently waited for the sound of the front door to shut before
running toward the stairs and up into her bedroom.  She still had twenty
minutes before she had to leave for school and she was going to make every
one of them count...

   Chapter 6 -- The Birthday Boy.

   Two months later...

   "Happy birthday to you!"

   Jim waited for his wife to finish singing before leaning forward and
blowing out both the candles on his birthday cake, one a shaped as a two,
and the other as a five.

   "Happy twenty-fifth birthday, honey!" Linda sarcastically cheered from
her spot next to him at the kitchen table.  "How's it feel to be
twenty-five?"

   "Oh my God, I have no idea what I'm going to do with my life!" he told
her in a ditzy, valley girl like voice.  "Like, I totally have no clue
what's going to happen!"

   Linda wrapped her arm around her husband and smiled.  "You may be
forty-five, but you don't seem a day over twenty-five to me."

   He planted a kiss on her cheek before disappointment washed over his
face.  "You really didn't want to wait for Ella?"

   "She's stuck in traffic," Linda replied.  "She'll be here in an hour."

   It was uncharacteristic for Ella to be late to a family event:
especially for something like his birthday, but she didn't have any control
over traffic jams and unfortunate car accidents.  And even though he
shouldn't, Jim couldn't help but be a little upset.

   Linda could see the bummed out look all over her husband's face.  "It
might not be a bad thing though.  Actually, it works out great, because I
have time to give you my birthday present."

   Jim's head perked up.  "Awesome.  What is it?"

   "Well, every year I buy you stuff for your birthday, and Christmas, and
father's day, and every year you never use or wear whatever I get you.  So,
I'm done buying you gifts.  I decided to go a different route this time."

   He was waiting.

   "I'm gonna fuck your brains out."

   He was all smiles.

   "Anything you want is fair game tonight," she continued.  "I won't say
no to a single thing.  And I thought that maybe we could get round one out
of the way before Ella shows up."

   The last two months were crazy.  His wife was a changed woman.  Not only
were they constantly going at it, but she was initiating things most of the
time.  It was unbelievable!  Ella didn't have any involvement in their
activities after that memorable blowjob in bed experience two months ago.
It was just his horny, sexually insatiable wife, who suddenly couldn't get
enough of him.

   "I have a little outfit lying on the bed upstairs," she purred.

   Jim shot out of his seat and pulled Linda along with him.

   "Hey!  No hands!" she shouted.  "You're to keep a three foot distance
until we get into the bedroom!"

   "Are you serious?" he asked with a laugh.

   "Yep.  Three foot distance, mister!"

   Jim trailed behind his wife's amazing ass which was barely hidden
beneath a pair of skin tight black yoga pants.  Her pink tank top was
bouncing with each playful skip toward the stairs.  He hurried up the steps
behind her and down the hallway.  He knew the rules but he didn't care at
this point.  It was his birthday after all...

   "Hey!" Linda shouted.

   He roughly pushed his wife's back against the wall before planting his
lips on her neck.  They were just outside their bedroom door but he
couldn't wait until then before allowing his hands to explore her flawless
body.

   "I said no hands until the bedroom!" she giggled.

   "And I don't care." He grabbed her hand and placed it on his rock hard
cock.  "Let's do it out here."

   "In the hallway?  Jim, we have a nice, big bed.  Besides, I think you're
going to want to see what I have waiting for you."

   "Give me a hint."

   "It starts with 'lin,'" she told him, "and ends with 'gerie.'"

   Jim burst out into laughter.  "So subtle..."

   "I never was one for the dramatic," she smiled.  "And I know how much
the birthday boy loves his white lingerie."

   "It just looks best on my angel of a wife." He reluctantly pulled away
from her and glanced at the bedroom door.  "Anything I want?"

   "Anything my daddy wants," she told him.

   Her moved toward the door with a big grin before opening it.  His jaw
immediately dropped.

   "Happy Birthday, Daddy!!"

   There was white lingerie on the bed alright.  In fact, it was lace
lingerie.  It was tiny, and revealing, and oh-so-sexy.  And it just so
happened to be on the last person he ever would've expected.

   Ella playfully raised her arms over her head from her seat on the end of
the bed.  "Do you like your present, Dad?"

   Linda made her way into the room and approached her husband's side.  His
eyes had yet to leave their daughter.

   "I kinda lied," Linda whispered.

   Jim smiled.  "I see that."

   "Ella came to me with an idea about a month ago," Linda started.  "Now,
at first, I was a little hesitant.  I mean, she's your daughter after all,
but I started to see it her way after she explained her reasoning to me."

   Jim's eyes were still locked on the dazzling sight just ten feet in
front of him.  His daughter's small, perky breasts were pushed up, and her
flat, toned stomach was begging for his tongue.  He couldn't see her butt
but he knew those little lace panties had a thong backside.  Her feet were
resting against the hardwood floor in a pair of six inch white stiletto
pump heels, and the ear-to-ear smile on her face was enough to melt his
heart.

   "You see, Ella really loves her daddy," Linda continued.

   "So much," Ella added.

   Linda nodded.  "And apparently she's been thinking about you nonstop
ever since she joined in on our blowjob."

   "Every day, Dad," Ella smiled.  "I can't get that night out of my head.
I constantly play with myself to the idea of taking care of you, but I know
Mom is doing a great job so I don't want to step on her toes.  You're her
man at the end of day.  I mean, you'll always be my dad, but she's always
going to be your wife."

   "She's such a good girl, isn't she?" she asked her husband.  "We really
did raise an angel.  She kept going at it until I finally snapped out of my
funk and started taking care of you, and then she backed off to let me
enjoy you all to myself.  So, I wanted to thank her for being such a great
daughter."

   His eyes finally left his little girl and moved to where Linda was
standing.  "Thank her?"

   "She wanted to get a hotel room for your birthday," Linda informed him.
"Just the two of you for an entire night."

   "It would've been crazy, Dad," she told her father.  "I had this amazing
room with a hot tub picked out.  I was going to buy a few outfits, and
bring some oil, and we were going to try everything."

   "And you weren't okay with that?" he questioned his wife.

   Linda shook her head.  "It seemed like a waste to me.  We have this
beautiful house and a nice, big bed in our amazing bedroom, so what's a
hotel necessary for?" Jim's disappointment quickly vanished as he picked up
on his wife's point.  "I told her that she could have you all to herself
for the night in our bedroom."

   His eyes bulged.  "Are you serious!?"

   "Well, if that's okay with you," Linda went on.  "Ella told me about the
conversation you two had after our blowjob incident.  About how you guys
can't ever do that again.  Have you changed your mind?"

   He looked back at his daughter who had a hopeful expression on her cute
face.  He rapidly nodded.

   "We thought so," Linda chuckled.  "I have to grab one thing and then I'm
going to give you two some space.  I already took my stuff to Ella's room
so I'm going to sleep in there tonight.  You two will have our bedroom all
to yourselves."

   The father and daughter grinned at each other.

   Linda pointed to where her husband was standing.  "Stay right there and
don't do anything until I get back.  I'll be out of your hair before you
know it."

   Ella couldn't believe how flustered her father looked.  His foot was
tapping on the floor and he kept swallowing.  It was like he couldn't
control himself.

   "Stand up for me."

   The eighteen-year-old brunette jumped to her feet, careful to maintain
her balance in the tall heels, and posed with her hands on her petite hips.

   "Turn around."

   She couldn't wait for this moment.  It'd been two months in the making
and the build-up was excruciating.  Now, Dad was finally going to see her
in a thong.  She spun so her back was facing him and waited.

   "Jesus fucking Christ..."

   Ella was glowing.  "You like?" she asked before turning her head to peer
back at Dad.  He may as well have been drooling.

   "I don't know what to say..."

   "I've been working out really hard," she told him.  Her soft hand found
her firm butt cheek and gave it a little bounce.

   "Working out hard?" he questioned.

   The teen nodded.  "I've been going to the gym with Mom.  She's been
working out like crazy for the past few months too.  Even more than usual!"

   He curiously looked at her.

   "And we've been eating completely healthy.  We split a candy bar two
weeks ago but it's been all clean food since!"

   "Are you two crazy!?" Jim exasperated.  "You guys are starving
yourselves!?"

   She quickly shook her head after giving her perky backside another
bounce.  "We're not starving ourselves.  In fact, I've never felt more full
since I started eating like Mom.  We just aren't eating any snacks and
stuff."

   "Why?"

   "Because we want to look good for you," she smiled.  "And I want to get
a body like Mom.  I want you to love watching me walk by."

   "Sweetheart, I love you exactly how you are.  I would adore you if you
were three hundred pounds.  And the same goes for your mother!  I don't
want you changing your life for me."

   She spun back around to face her father.  "I want to look good for you.
Just like Mom does.  It's not your choice, Dad.  Just enjoy it!"

   "If you want to eat a candy bar, then eat a fuckin' candy bar," he told
her in a huff.  "Don't change your diet for me.  And are you sure you're
okay with this?  I don't want you to feel pressured into doing this if you
don't want to.  Ella, it's fine if you want to change your mind and say
no."

   A stunned expression washed over her face.  "Not okay with this?  Dad,
it was my idea."

   "I know, sweetheart, but--"

   "Stop talking," she cut off her father.  "You talk too much."

   He immediately shut his mouth.

   She sat back down on the bed and shot him a grin.  "I have something to
tell you anyway."

   He silently waited.

   "I didn't get to show you during our time in bed two months ago, but,
Dad, I don't have a gag reflex."

   Jim gasped.

   "Now, as you already know, my ex was way smaller, so I'm curious if I
can take all of you.  I mean, you're really thick."

   His heart was racing.

   "And feel free to get rough with me too.  I'm all for it if you want to
grab me by the hair and shove it down my throat.  Dad, tonight is all about
you.  Don't hold back.  Feel free to try some crazy porn stuff on me.  You
know, stuff you've never done but always wanted to.  I'm game for
anything."

   "Linda!" Jim shouted.

   "Any outfit you want me to wear, or position you want me in, or anything
at all.  I'm your little plaything tonight," she told him with a big smile.

   "Linda!!" Jim shouted again.  "Where the hell is your mother?"

   She shrugged her shoulders.  "I'm sure she'll be back in a minute."

   "Outfits?" he asked.  "Like what?"

   "I could throw some stuff together," she answered.  "I mean, I don't
have a lot of things on hand, but I could probably do something if you
wanted."

   He attempted to swallow but his mouth was completely dry.

   "I could be your secretary.  Especially if I borrowed some of Mom's work
clothes.  And I have a football t-shirt from our high school team in my
room as well.  We could pretend you're a football player and I'm your
cheerleader girlfriend or something.  Would you want to see either of
those?"

   "LINDA!!  GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!!"

   Ella couldn't hide her smile.  Dad was unraveling in front of her and it
couldn't make her any more wet.

   "Or I could just stay in my lingerie and heels."

   "You're staying in those to start," he informed her, "and we'll get to
the other outfits later.  Where the fuck is your mother!?  LINDA!!"

   Click...click...click...



   He curiously looked back at the door.

   "Dad."

   His head snapped back around as a result of his daughter's voice. 
"What?"

   "Keep your eyes on me," she smiled.

   "What?  Why?"

   "Just do it," she told him.  "No matter what.  Keep your eyes on my
face, okay?"

   That wasn't exact a tough chore.  His eyes found his daughter's pretty
face but his ears were still picking up on sounds from the hallway.

   Click...click...click...



   It was growing closer.

   "Stay on my face," Ella smiled.

   The sound was in the room now.

   Click...click...click...



   He caught something in his peripheral vision and his eyes quickly left
his daughter.  As if tonight couldn't get any better...

   The same lace white thong panties and matching lace bra, identical six
inch stiletto pump heels, and perhaps an even more impressive backside--his
daughter suddenly had a twin.

   "I lied again," Linda giggled before taking a seat on the bed next to
Ella.  "Surprise!"

   "This is crazy..." Jim gasped.

   "That's a word you could definitely use," his wife laughed.  "We went
shopping together last week for matching outfits.  What do you think?"

   What did he think?  What kind of question was that?  It was like he died
and went to heaven.

   "Stand up."

   They both instantly shot to their feet.

   "Turn around."

   Three seconds later he was staring at the two best asses on the planet.
Each had a razor thin strand of white fabric covering themselves from the
outside world.  And those tall heels only made everything look that much
better.

   Ella leaned back slightly to take in her mother.  "God, I'm so jealous
of your butt."

   Linda raised her eyebrows.  "Are you serious?  Baby, your butt looks
amazing."

   "Not like yours," the teen commented.  "Yours has more lift."

   And then Jim's heart almost gave out.  The two women in his life each
found the other's backside with one of their hands, and gave each other a
playful bounce.

   "See, Mom, your butt has more lift.  And it's bigger!"

   Linda's hand squeezed her daughter's butt cheek before moving to the
other side and giving it a little jiggle.  "Baby, your butt barely moves.
That's how perky you are!  I would kill for that.  Believe me, your ass is
amazing, and it's going to be crazy if you keep working out with me."

   "I totally am," Ella smiled.  "And I'm sticking to your diet too despite
Dad's protests."

   Linda glanced back at Jim.  "What protests?"

   He was visibly drooling.

   "Jim!"

   "Did you say something?" he asked, his eyes finally leaving the two
perfect backsides in front of him and finding his wife's face.

   "Ella is free to follow my meal plan if she wants," she explained to her
husband.  "It's perfectly healthy."

   He nodded.  "I just don't want her starving herself.  You either!  You
girls should enjoy some junk food from time to time.  You've earned it."

   "I'm never losing this body," Linda shook her head.  "I want to stay
sexy for you.  And Ella wants to look good for you too.  Are you seriously
complaining?"

   Jim was done arguing.  He just wanted to enjoy the night.  "Yeah, that's
fine.  You two can do whatever you want."

   "Whatever we want?" Ella playfully asked.

   The two girls spun around to face Jim before Linda looked over at her
daughter.  "Should we do it now?"

   "Totally," Ella smiled.

   There was a large tent in the front of Jim's athletic shorts the second
he saw his daughter in lingerie.  It grew harder thanks to seeing both his
daughter's and wife's butts in a pair of thongs, but now it was on the
verge of bursting through the polyester material which was barely holding
it back.  He'd fantasized about a lot of things over the past two months,
but even this one hadn't crossed his mind.  He was speechless.

   Linda and Ella were kissing.  No, they weren't just kissing.  They were
passionately making out.  Each girl's soft, unweathered hands explored the
other's toned, fit body before Linda grabbed her daughter by the back of
the neck and pulled her in closer.  Jim could see spit and saliva being
swapped from his position in the middle of the room.  His two women were
going at it like long lost lovers.  All for him!

   The girls broke off their kiss and Ella's attention quickly moved to her
father.  "You like that, Daddy?"

   He nodded.

   "Mom's a good kisser," she smiled.  "We've been practicing."

   He lost his breath.

   "That one was Ella's idea," Linda smiled.  "She's full of good ideas, by
the way.  Want to see another thing she wanted to do for you?"

   He repeatedly nodded his head.

   "Relax," she laughed at her husband.  "Okay, shut the door behind you."

   Jim quickly turned and hustled over to the bedroom door before closing
it.

   "Stop!" Linda shouted.

   He froze.

   "Back against the door," she ordered.

   He followed his wife's instructions, now pressing his back against the
bedroom door.

   The two girls smirked at each other before dropping to their knees and
slowly crawling in his direction.

   He was having a hard time comprehending the situation.  Just seeing his
daughter in lingerie would've been enough, but now he had both Ella and
Linda crawling toward him.  Their pretty faces were locked on him as their
long brown hair grazed the floor.  Each hand forward represented another
twelve inches closer to his ultimate fantasy.  Every bump of their knees on
the hardwood surface was a step further into his daughter's perverted,
deviate mind.  What in the world did this girl have planned for him?

   His eyes closed as two warm mouths found each of his respective bare
feet and began kissing them.  Their mouths moved up to his shins before
finding his knees and continued to work closer to their end game. 
Suddenly, four hands were in the waistband of his shorts and he glanced
down to smile at the two eager faces gazing up at him.

   His shorts and boxers hit the floor.

   "Can we talk about Dad's cock for a minute?" Ella asked.

   Linda smiled at her daughter.  Both girls were on their knees with their
hands on Jim's thighs.  They each found themselves staring at his towering
erection.

   "It's pretty impressive, isn't it?" Linda asked.

   "It's fuckin' perfect," Ella passionately stated.  "Do you ever wake up
and just thank God that you have twenty-four seven access to this?  Like,
you have no idea how jealous I am.  You got the world's greatest guy and he
just so happens to have a big dick.  Mom, you hit the jackpot!"

   She looked up at her husband with a smirk.  "This girl has a slight
obsession with you, honey.  All she wants to do is talk about you."

   "Well, he's perfect," said Ella.  "What am I supposed to do?  Pretend
that he isn't?  And, Mom...oh my God!"

   The teen's attention quickly bolted to the head of her father's
glistening cock to see a thin strand of precum dripping from the tip.  She
held out her hand and watched viscous liquid drip into the center of her
palm.  She held it out to her mother.

   Linda hesitated.

   "Mom, precum tastes sweet.  It's not like cum at all.  Go ahead."

   She gingerly moved toward her daughter's hand and cleaned the substance
from her skin with her tongue.  She swallowed and paused for a few minutes
to process the taste.  "Wow...  Yummy!"

   "Right?" Ella smiled.  "Mom, he's dripping again!  Get it!"

   Linda reached out and collected more of her husband's pre-seminal fluid
in her own hand.  There was no need for instructions as she watched Ella
drag her tongue along her skin.

   Ella smiled up at her father.  "You taste so good."

   Linda's mouth opened and moved in the direction of her husband's penis
but a hand swiftly pressed against her chest and stopper her.  It was Ella.

   "Mom, we're not done discussing Dad's cock.  He wants to hear us talk
about it."

   Jim furrowed his brow.  "What?"

   "Really, Dad?" Ella rolled her eyes before looking back at her mother.
"Mom, Dad's a guy.  He wants his cock worshiped.  And not just physically.
Verbally too!  Talk about how much you love it!"

   "Well, I do really like it," Linda stated.

   "More details," Ella encouraged her.

   Linda took a deep breath while gazing at her husband's manhood.  "It's
really thick.  I love that feeling of being stretched no matter how many
times we go at it."

   Ella bit her lip.  "He stretches you out?"

   "What do you think?" her mother laughed.  "Look at this thing!"

   Ella turned her focus back to the rock hard cock in front of her.  "It
is beautiful.  And how about all those veins?"

   "I love that," Linda agreed.  "I love how veiny Dad is in general. 
Like, in his biceps, and forearms, and stuff, but I really love this one in
particular."

   The tip of her index finger slowly found the base of her husband's
manhood, and gently trailed the length of a thick vein which journeyed to
the head of his penis.  Her finger swiped over his tip which had more
precum for her.  She greedily moved her hand to her mouth and slipped it
inside.

   "And I love his balls," Ella smiled.  "How big they are and how low they
hang.  It's so sexy and masculine.  Actually, Dad, Mom wants to try
something today."

   Linda glanced up at her husband.  "I'm gonna suck your balls."

   Jim smiled.

   "We'll talk more about his cock later," Ella said.  "How about you get
started on those balls, Mom?"

   Linda leaned in front of her husband and gave the head of his cock a big
kiss before sliding down and running her tongue along his ball sack.  Jim's
moans only motivated her to continue.  Her mouth opened and she began
planting kisses on his sensitive testicles.

   "How's that feel, Dad?"

   Jim's eyes opened to take in the sight of his wife hidden under his dick
while his daughter peered up at him.  "Amazing."

   "You want me to join her?"

   His euphoric expression turned to a smile.  "Well, you're the expert
after all."

   "I'm the ball sucking expert!" Ella giggled.  "Maybe I can put that on
my college resume..."

   She moved down to join her mother and quickly began adoring her father's
right testicle with her mouth.  Linda continued her attention on his left
nut.

   The door he was leaning on was the only thing keeping him up.  He had
two girls sucking his balls.  The idea of this happening a few months ago
would've been incomprehensible, but now it was his reality.  The birthday
boy had two gorgeous women sucking and licking his balls, and part of him
felt like he deserved it.  His daughter was right.  He did bust his ass to
provide a great life for his family, and now his girls were showing just
how much they appreciated him.

   Ella couldn't wait any longer.  Something had been on her mind nonstop
for the past two months and she was finally going to act on one of her
ultimate fantasies.  Her mouth left Dad's testicles and wrapped around the
head of his penis.

   There it was: warmness.  That warm, wet feeling he started enjoying
again over the past sixty days thanks to his daughter motivating Linda. 
And that smothering feeling of love was moving deeper on his cock as her
throat expanded to take more of him inside.  She reached the halfway point
of his long penis before pulling back.

   "Mom, can you move for a second?"

   Linda gave her husband's testicles a few more soft kisses before moving
off to the side.

   The teen finally had her father to herself and it was time to show him
just how much she loved and cared about him.  As great as Mom is, there
were a few things she couldn't give him, and the young brunette was
determined to make sure Dad had everything he wanted.

   Her hands wrapped around his thighs as she pulled herself forward and
impaled her throat on his cock.  Inch by inch it disappeared as she felt
his thick meat cutting off her oxygen supply.  Sure, she didn't have a
gag-reflex, but his size was preventing her from doing what she could
effortlessly do to her ex-boyfriend.  She pulled back and peered up at her
father.

   "Well, are you going to give me a hand here or what?"

   Jim looked down at her, confused.

   "Seriously?" Ella asked.  "Give me your hand."

   He reached out his hand and instantly felt his daughter take it and
place it on the back of her head.  She wrapped her hands around his thighs
again and pulled herself into him, continuing to slide along his girthy
manhood until she hit that wall once again.  But this time she was going to
get a little help.

   Jim's right hand pulled his daughter into him and the last few inches of
his cock disappeared from his view.  Everything was wet and warm.  Even the
skin on his arms and legs felt hot.  There was an overwhelming feeling of
love flowing through his blood as he continued to hold Ella in place. 
Linda was right.  His daughter was slightly obsessed with him.  He noticed
it back before any of this craziness happened as well.  She always had a
look of adoration in her eyes when he glanced at her, and it was like he
never fully appreciated it until that night in his bedroom two months ago.
He wasn't going to pass up on that feeling anymore.  He was going to start
enjoying every single thing his little girl had to offer.

   He felt her nails slowly begin to dig into the skin on the back of his
legs as held her head in place, her nose pressing against his trimmed pubic
hair.  Those nails quickly turned to a light tap and he immediately let go.

   She pulled back and quickly gasped for a breath.  A look of lust and
accomplishment occupied her face as her eyes moved from her stunned mother
to her love-struck father.  "I knew I could do it!!"

   Jim smiled.

   "I took every inch!" she continued to yelled.  "I fuckin' knew it!  How
did that feel Dad?  Was it awesome?"

   "So awesome," he answered.

   She excitedly turned to her mother.  "You wanna try?"

   Linda started laughing.  "Honey, I can't do that."

   "I know, but you've been practicing.  Show Dad what you've picked up."

   "Wait," Jim said.  "Practicing?"

   Ella smiled up at her father.  "Yeah, we got one of those realistic,
lifelike dildos, and Mom has been practicing her blowjobs."

   Linda shyly looked away.

   "Don't be embarrassed, Mom!" Ella told her.  "She said she's been
holding back and not showing her improvement to you.  She wanted to save it
for today.  Mom, go ahead and show him."

   She sheepishly moved in front of her husband and slowly took the head of
his penis inside her mouth.  Ella moved the hair out of her mother's eyes
as she watched her begin to bob deeper and faster on his cock.

   "Jesus..." Jim commented.

   "Right?" his daughter smiled.  "It's like day and night from two months
ago."

   Linda opened her throat as wide as possible and made half of her husband
vanish before pulling back for air.  Her eyes swiftly glanced up for
approval.

   "Unbelievable," Jim commented.

   She turned to her daughter with a big smile and Ella responded by
leaning in and kissing her.  Jim just watched his daughter deepthroat his
cock, and his wife give a blowjob that didn't compare to anything she'd
given him over the past twenty years, but all of that took a backseat to
his new fantasy.  His dick moved to the edge of his daughter's lips, and
she slightly pulled back from her mother to allow Daddy room to join.

   Two soft, wet, warm tongues danced with each other over the big head of
Jim's cock.  The sensations were coming at him from every direction.  Two
stunningly beautiful women were kissing on their knees in front of him, two
tongues were playing with the most sensitive part of his manhood, and two
girls who loved him more than anyone in the world were showering him with
affection.

   His right hand found the back of his wife's head while his left found
the back of his daughter's and he held their mouths in place.  His hips
slowly began grinding as he watched his dick slide along two sets of pouty
lips which were on each respective side of his penis.  Two pairs of lips,
two sets of eyes, and two loving women were giving themselves to him, and
he was absorbing every ounce of their love.  The head of his cock found his
daughter's mouth as he continued to pump, his penis now pushing into her
cheek with each thrust forward.

   He couldn't take this anymore.  The time for foreplay was over.  He
needed to get down to business.

   "Let's go.  Get your sexy asses on the bed," Jim instructed.  "Both of
you."

   Ella hurried over to the bed and his wife was right behind her.  Except
Jim didn't allow Linda to join their daughter up on the mattress.  His
strong arm pushed into her back, sending her sprawling over the edge of the
mattress.  Linda was bent over the end of the bed, with her perfect, perky
butt high in the air thanks to a little help from those six inch high
heels. Her stomach and chest were buried against the bed sheets, and her
face was looking ahead, straight into the eyes of her daughter.  Ella was
sitting Indian style just a few feet in front of her mom's face, eager to
see what Dad had in store for her.

   He yanked his wife's thong down and quickly pushed inside her.  He
needed a little warm up before he enjoyed his daughter and this was the
ideal precursor.  Linda felt how she always did: tight and wet.  Her pussy
possessed the perfect combination of being able to grip him snugly, but
being flexible enough to allow him to really hammer into her.  And he had
some hammering in mind tonight.

   "What do you want me to do to your mother?"

   Ella had an ear-to-ear smile on her face.  "I want you to fuck her
hard."

   "How hard?" Jim asked.

   The young brunette's attention shifted to the lustful expression on her
mom's face.  "Really hard.  I don't want her to be able to speak."

   Jim grinned.  "Well, Mom does like getting fucked like a little slut."

   Ella's jaw dropped.  "What!?"

   "She likes her hair pulled, and her ass spanked, and she loves when I
try to break her in half," Jim said.  "Isn't that right, honey?"

   Linda locked eyes with her daughter and she nodded.

   The loud sound of skin hitting skin filled the room as Jim's open palm
crashed into his wife's butt cheek.  Linda jumped and a loud yelp escaped
from her lips.

   "She wants to hear you say it," he firmly told his wife.

   Linda smirked, her butt still stinging from the rough spanking she'd
just received.  "I love when Daddy treats me like a little slut."

   Ella had been slowly but surely breaking Mom in over the past few
months. She was trying to turn her into the ultimate wife for Dad.  That
was why she was working so hard on Mom's blowjobs after all.  But she had
no idea this side of her mother existed.  She was loving it.

   Several long, deep strokes inside his wife promptly gave way to rough,
physical thrusts.  Linda always loved rough sex.  Even back when
intercourse was an extreme rarity, their sessions would always be
aggressive and fun.  But the urge to give it to her harder than ever was
quickly making its way into his system thanks to what he was seeing.  The
night kept getting better.

   Ella laid back, resting the majority of weight on her left arm and
elbow, as the fingers on her right hand began playing with herself through
the thin white fabric of her lace thong.  She couldn't help herself.  Her
sexy mother was bent over the end of the bed, whimpering and shrieking as
her muscular, aggressive father was repeatedly driving into her.  She still
couldn't believe that she was getting in on this.  She wanted a piece of
Dad, but before she was going to give it to him, putting him through a bit
of a tease wouldn't kill anyone.

   She slowly tugged at her panties, causing the fabric to move to the side
and expose her dripping pussy.  Dad's eyes were on the back of Mom's head
but his attention would eventually shift back to her.  She just had to
wait...

   Her mother's screams and shrieks suddenly grew louder and more fierce as
Ella's focus moved from Mom's pretty face, to her father who was positioned
behind her.  She caught a glimpse of him.  His eyes were locked on her
vagina.

   Jim was hammering into his wife for two reasons.  One, he loved her. 
Hey, what better way to show a woman you love her than to trying to make
her speak a different language?  Two, was the sight lying on the bed in
front of him.  He'd been privy to plenty of amazing views over the years,
but this one took the cake.

   His daughter's panties were pulled to the side, exposing her perfect
pussy to him.  And that really was the best word for it: perfect.  Her lips
were small and trimmed, she looked unbelievably tight, there wasn't a hair
to be seen, and there was an inviting pinkness to her labia.  It was time
to start helping himself to his birthday present.

   "Take those off."

   Ella instantly followed her father's instructions, slipping out of her
underwear and tossing them off to the floor.  Her head perked up for more
directions.  She was getting them, but they just weren't verbal.

   Dad was motioning her closer but the side of Mom's head was buried in
the sheets, moaning and panting from the rough way she was being treated.
How close was she supposed to get?  She moved a few inches forward and
waited.

   Jim eased up on his wife and gripped the back of her long, brunette
hair. Her positioned her face forward and waved Ella closer with his other
hand.  His daughter slid right up to her mother, her legs now running past
her and dangling off the end of the bed.  He was going to check off another
box on his list of fantasies.

   He slowly pushed Linda's face forward into his daughter's glistening
pussy.  Her tongue instinctively slid out of her mouth and Ella's eyes
rolled into the back of her head.  Linda was giving Ella oral sex.

   It was really happening.  His sexy wife was flowing her tongue over his
gorgeous daughter's clit.  The next few minutes turned into a game.  He
would ease up, allowing Ella to receive all the pleasure her mother could
give her, before roughly fucking her again, causing her mouth to move away
from Ella with a mix of pants and screams.  And the cute, pouty face his
daughter would shoot his way, only egged him on.

   He grabbed a firm handful of his wife's hair and yanked her head back.
Ella wasn't happy.

   "Come on, Dad!"

   "You want your mother back?" he grinned.

   Ella looked to witness Mom drooling.  She was salivating as Dad
attempted to make her feel things she'd never experienced before.  But as
hot of a view as it was, she wanted to feel her tongue again.

   "Mmm-hmm..." she playfully whined.

   Ella watched her father slowly lower Mom's head toward her before
snapping it back, resulting in a loud shriek from her mother.  He began
hammering into her again.

   "Dad, give her back!"

   Jim had a big smile on his face as his big cock continued to stretch his
wife.  Life was pretty difficult at the moment.  Continue to drive into the
sexiest woman he'd ever seen, or slow down and allow her to give oral sex
to the second sexiest woman on the planet.  Decisions, decisions...

   He slowed down.  "Ask nicely, Ella."

   "Can I please have Mom back?" she asked with a big smile.  "Pretty
please."

   "Back for what?" he smirked.

   Ella observed her mom finally begin to focus again.  That overwhelmed
expression had left her face thanks to Dad's now soft, slow pumps.

   The teen dropped her voice to a childish pout.  "I want her to lick my
pussy..."

   He immediately pushed his wife's face back into his little girl.

   Ella was in heaven once again.  Had Mom done this before?  It sure felt
like it.  Her tongue was lapping at her vaginal lips before moving up and
giving her throbbing clit some much needed attention.  The teen's hands
found the bed sheets and she squeezed, bracing herself for what was just
moments away.  She was going to cum.  She was going to cum so hard and it--

   Her head bolted off the pillow.  Mom's tongue was still on her clit but
she felt a wet kiss on her inner thigh as well.  It was Dad!

   Jim was still inside his wife, but he was now leaning over her, his
weight being supported by his forearms on the mattress.  Now this was the
perfect view.  A few inches to his left there was a stunning brunette,
performing oral sex on another women.  And a few inches in front of him
there was a gorgeous brunette, moaning and panting as she grew ever closer
to a climax.  This was a view he could get used to seeing.

   The glow on Ella's face couldn't be any brighter.  "Hey, Daddy!"

   "Hey, sweetheart," he smiled, his kisses moving along her leg, growing
closer to the space his wife was occupying.  "You don't mind if I join your
mother, do you?"

   "Of course not!" giggled Ella.

   Jim's lips left his daughter and found Linda's mouth as the two parents
made out just inches from their little girl's most intimate of areas.  They
broke off their kiss and grinned, each knowing what the other had in mind.

   Moments later Ella felt two tongues dancing over her clit as her head
promptly drop back to the pillow once again.  This was like her vibrator
times fifty.  Mom and Dad were working together to bring her the ultimate
pleasure, and she wanted to soak up every second of their attention.  Her
hands reached out, each finding her parent's respective heads, and she
pulled them closer.  A warmness was growing deep in the pit of her stomach
and it was slowly overtaking her body.

   They didn't let up for a moment as their daughter began twitching and
shaking on their bed.  Moans and pants gave way to loud screams.  Jim and
Linda both knew what had happened.  They'd made their own daughter cum.

   Jim pulled back and watched his wife give Ella one more lick before
turning and shooting him a smile.

   "She tastes good," Linda commented.

   "She tastes like you," Jim added before giving his wife another kiss.

   But as good as she tasted, he was desperate to know how she felt.  It
was officially time to unwrap his birthday present.  He was going to get
the one forbidden thing he never should've had access to: he was going to
fuck his daughter.

   He began to leave his position and move behind his wife before Linda's
voice caused him to stop.

   "Wait!"

   Jim instantly moved his face next to his wife again.  "What?"

   The older brunette shifted her eyes to the pretty, pink pussy just
inches in front of her and waited for her husband's focus to join her.

   "You think that's your birthday present, don't you?"

   He furrowed his brow.  "That's what you said, right?"

   "Well, that perfect, sweet, undoubtedly tight, little pussy is
definitely your birthday present," Linda told him, "but that's Ella's
present to you.  Not mine."

   "I get more gifts?"

   "Oh yeah," Linda grinned.  "I got you something that you're really,
really, really going to like."

   He eagerly waited.

   Her eyes left her daughter and found her husband who was staring at
Ella's little hole.  "I'm going to let you cum in her."

   His focus immediately shot to his wife who had a big grin on her face.
Jim's eyes traveled back to that pink slice of heaven as he felt his cock
twitch inside Linda.  Slowly, his eyes began making their way higher,
taking in his daughter's flat, toned stomach before hitting that lacy white
bra which was pushing up her small breasts.  He met her smiling face which
was looking right at him.

   "You gonna fill me up, Daddy?"

   Jim moved back behind his wife again and began roughly thrusting into
her, his eyes never leaving Ella's enthusiastic face.  His hand crashed
into her bare butt cheek, causing a loud slap to ringing out throughout the
room.

   "Jesus, Jim!" Linda shouted.

   He didn't hear a word his wife just said.  The only thing he could focus
on was his daughter and that seductive grin which was now plastered across
her face.  He cracked his wife's ass again.

   "Holy shit!" Linda yelled again as she wiggled away from grasp.

   He didn't move an inch.  He was just standing at end of the bed, staring
at his daughter who'd yet to break eye contact with him.

   "Oh my God, my ass is stinging!" she continued to shout.  "You're so
bad!" She quickly moved next to her husband and began stroking his cock
with her hand.  "Come here, Daddy."

   Jim's tongue was back in his wife's mouth as the two made out in front
of their daughter once again.  He was going--

   Slap!

   "OW!!"

   Both parents urgently looked at the bed while Linda reached for her
stinging backside.  Ella was kneeling on the end of the mattress, her arm
slightly reached out from the slap she'd just given to her mother's butt.
Like father, like daughter apparently...

   "Oh my God, that hurt!" Linda whined.

   Ella and Jim exchanged grins.

   "Oh, you like it," Ella teased her mom.  "Stop acting like you don't."

   "You okay?" Jim asked.

   Linda wrapped herself around her husband and playfully pouted at her
daughter.  "Yeah, I'm fine..."

   "Okay, good, because you two are switching positions.  And, ladies, as
much as I love those bras, it's time for them to come off."

   Ella jumped off the bed and joined her mother as two bras swiftly hit
the floor.  Suddenly, two pairs of small, perky breasts were exposed to the
birthday boy.  He would get around to enjoying them later.  His hand found
his daughter's arm and moved her to the end of the bed, where he roughly
pushed her over the edge.

   "Wait!" Ella shouted

   He immediately let go of her arm.

   The teen's eyes shifted to her mother.  "Do you want to show Dad that
thing now?"

   "I think Dad wants something else," Linda laughed, picking up on her
husband's obvious excitement at finally getting his turn with their
daughter.

   "No, Mom, he's gonna love it," Ella argued.  "Show it to him!"

   Linda's attention moved to her husband.  "Do you wanna see it?"

   His cock was just inches away from his daughter's pussy but his
curiosity had been peaked.  What did his wife have to show him?  Her new
blowjob ability completely caught him off guard, so now he was interested
in seeing what else she had in store for him.  But that perfect,
eighteen-year-old ass bent over his bed was awfully tempting.

   Ella stood up, allowing her father's rock hard erection to brush the
soft skin of her backside in the process.  "I'm tellin' ya, Dad, you're
gonna love it."

   That was all Jim needed to hear.  He looked at his wife and waited.

   Linda pointed at the head of the bed.  "Get up there," she directed. 
"Back against the headboard."

   Jim moved onto the bed, but not before giving his daughter's butt a
little squeeze which resulted in a smile from the high school senior, and
ended with his back against the bed headboard, with his legs running along
the mattress.  Both his daughter and his wife crawled up onto the bed. 
Ella moved next to him, her back also resting against the wooden backrest
he was leaning against, while his wife journeyed toward his groin.

   He watched his wife unbuckle her heels and toss them to the floor.  She
turned around so her back was facing him and sank down onto his cock with
her knees pressed down into the bed.

   He turned his head toward his daughter.  "Believe it or not, I've
experienced reverse cowgirl before."

   Ella smiled as she patiently waited.

   Linda slowly slid up and down on his towering pole before taking a deep
breath.  She wasn't entirely sure how this was going to go, but Ella was
dead set on her doing this for Dad, and she didn't want to let either of
them down.

   Ella's focus never let her father as she excitedly awaited for his face
to change.  He was going to lose his mind!  Any second now his expression
would completely change and it was going to be all because of her!  Well,
Mom was the one doing the work, but it was her idea!  She waited...and
waited...and waited...

   "Oh, you gotta be kidding me..."

   Her eyes left Dad and moved to her mother.  That perfect, fit, toned,
and somehow plump backside, was twerking on his cock.  Every movement
caused her flawless butt to bounce and jiggle.  Every motion resulted in
Dad moaning and groaning a little louder.  Her tight pussy was being
stretched as it gripped him like a glove, but her ass was putting on an
unbelievable visual show.

   "Where did you learn how to do this?" he asked.

   Ella spoke up for her mother who seemed lost in the moment.  "It took a
lot of work.  It was something I saw in porn and always thought looked
really cool.  We started practicing on the dildo I was telling you about
earlier and it took a while, but we both eventually picked up on it."

   Jim's head turned to his daughter.  "You can do this too?"

   She nodded with a big smile.  "Oh my God, you have to hear about the
first time Mom tried this!"

   "Don't tell him!" Linda shouted.  Apparently she wasn't as lost in the
moment as her daughter thought.

   "It's hilarious, Mom!" Ella argued.  "Dad will think it's funny.  Just
keep working that ass."

   She continued shaking as Jim's eyes moved back to her butt.  His hand
gave her cheek a light slap which only inspired her to keep at it.

   "So, Dad, we have a stand for that dildo so it can stay straight up on
its own.  It's in the middle of my floor and we have my laptop running so
Mom can watch a video of this one porn girl who twerks like crazy.  Mom
gets on--"

   "Do you have to tell him?" Linda interrupted, horrified by what her
husband was about to hear.

   "Yeah, it's funny, Mom," she rebutted.  "Okay, so Mom gets on and tries
to start shaking a little bit, but she was leaning too far forward.  She
starts to tip and it was like I was watching it in slow motion.  She slowly
started to fall forward and the next thing I know, she face-plants right on
my floor!"

   "On your hardwood floor?  Holy shit, Linda, are you okay?" Jim asked,
concerned.

   Linda nodded as she continued to shake her butt.  "Yeah, but it was so
embarrassing."

   "It was hilarious," Ella laughed.  "And, oh shit!  I'll be right back.
Keep moving that ass, Mom, but make sure he doesn't cum!  I want my turn!"

   Jim watched his daughter hurry out of the room, doing her best not to
fall in her tall heels.  His focus moved back to his wife as Ella
disappeared.

   "This is amazing."

   Linda had a big smile on her face.  "You like it, Daddy?"

   "I fuckin' love it," he grinned before roughly slapping one of her
bouncing cheeks.  "It's perfect, just like the rest of you."

   "It's quite the workout," she giggled, really moving her butt now.  "You
should see how this porn girl does it.  It's insane.  And she was all oiled
up in the video I saw."

   "Yeah, we're gonna get you oiled up eventually," he told her.  "I want
this all the time."

   "Anything Daddy wants," Linda told him.  She slowed her pace to a
suffocating grind and promptly heard deeper, more urgent groans coming from
behind her.

   "Shit..."

   She instantly paused.  "You better not cum!  Not before Ella gets a
chance!"

   "I'm not gonna cum," he told her.  "Just don't stop."

   Linda picked up her pace again as he closed his eyes.  This was as good
as it got.  He didn't even have to do any work.  He could just sit back and
enjoy his wife's warm, wetness engulfing him.  And if he decided to open
his eyes, then he would be greeted by the unbelievable sight of her perfect
ass bouncing and shaking.  Life couldn't get any better.

   His eyes shot open due to the sound of high heels clacking in the
upstairs hallway.  The noise entered the room as Ella approached the bed
with something in hand.

   "Really?" Jim laughed.

   "The birthday boy deserves some dessert," Ella smiled before hopping
back up onto the bed, taking her original place while handing Dad a plate
with a piece of chocolate cake on it.

   His fork cut into the cake and slid into his mouth.

   "Jesus, Mom," Ella laughed, "you're making me wish I had a dick so I
could experience this."

   He cut another sliver of chocolate cake and moved his fork in his
daughter's direction.  She wrapped her lips around the silver utensil and
helped herself to some of his birthday treat.

   "Yummy," she smiled.  "So, how's it feel, Dad?"

   Jim grinned at this daughter.  "Amazing, and I'm going to be doing this
regularly with your mother, but I think it's your turn."

   Linda slid off her husband and heard the sound of his hard cock slap
against his flat stomach as it exited her pussy.  She found herself
sprawled on the bed, looking at the rest of her family, exhausted from her
workout.

   "I think Mom found her new favorite cardio machine," Ella laughed.

   Jim joined in on the laughter as he cut another sliver of cake and
reached it out toward his wife.  She shooed it away with her hand.

   "Come on, Linda..." he groaned.

   "Absolutely not," she responded.  "I'm not eating any cake."

   Ella backed up her dad.  "Mom, we can cheat today.  It's Dad's
birthday!"

   "No cake," Mom stated.  "No sugar, or sweets, or junk food."

   Jim and Ella rolled their eyes at each other before the teen ate her
mother's bite of cake for her.  He finished the rest of his piece before
handing his empty plate to his daughter.  She placed it on the nightstand
and looked back at her father.

   "You ready?" Jim smiled.

   "So ready," she grinned back.  "I want it hard just like you gave it to
Mom.  Don't hold back.  I can take it.  How do ya want me?"

   "Just like Mom was earlier; bent over the bed, and I want Mom where you
were: on her back right in front of your face.  Put those heels back on
too, Linda."
The girls followed his orders and seconds later he was positioned behind
his daughter while Linda was playing with herself in front of them.  It was
actually going to happen.  He took a deep breath and rubbed the head of his

cock along his daughter's moist vaginal lips.  She responded with a gasp.

   "You sure you're okay with this, right?" Jim double-checked.

   Ella rolled her eyes at her mother.  "Are you serious, Dad?  That's the
dumbest question ever.  Of course I'm okay with this!  I want it more than
anything!"

   He smiled before slowly pushing inside her.  His cock made it a few
inches before he immediately pulled out and took a deep breath.  He
expected her to feel good, but not like this.  Sure, Linda felt amazing,
but this was indescribable.  His daughter snugged him even more than his
wife.  Everything was enhanced.  Her warmness, and wetness, and tightness
all made his mind go blank, while his cock felt like it was going to
explode.  But he was a grown man.  He could handle this.  He slowly pushed
inside again, heard his daughter moan as half his dick disappeared, and
instantly withdrew.

   Linda had a curious expression on her face.  "Everything okay?"

   He ran his hand threw his brown hair and calmly nodded, trying to
regroup while he took a step back.

   Ella's head turned back to glance at her father.  "Is something wrong?"

   Jim shook his head.  "No, sweetheart, it's fine.  Just give me a
second."

   Okay, time for his birthday present.  Maybe it wouldn't be the longest
session in his life, but he was going to give his daughter what she wanted,
and he was going to get the greatest gift in the world in the process.  He
pushed inside her, fought through her natural resistance, and took a deep
stroke inside the tightest, warmest, wettest pussy he'd ever experienced.
And just like his previous two attempts, he bailed once again.

   He started lightly chuckling to himself.  "I don't think I can do
this..."

   Jim looked ahead to see both his girls looking at him with completely
different reactions.  Ella was confused and worried while his wife had an
ear-to-ear grin on her face.

   "Are you serious?" Linda laughed.

   He embarrassingly nodded.

   Ella glanced at her mother before turning to look back at Dad.  "What's
wrong?"

   Jim was staring down at the hardwood floor with a sheepish smile.

   "Apparently, Dad is a sixteen-year-old virgin," Linda laughed.  "Holy
shit, Jim, really?"

   He nodded as he started to laugh along with her.  He looked up to see
Ella with her eyes locked on him.  "You feel too good, sweetheart."

   Her worried look had yet to leave.  "I'm sorry."

   "No, no, no, it's not your fault," he told her.  "It's amazing, believe
me, but I feel like a high schooler all over again."

   "You've been going on and on lately about how amazing I feel," Linda
said.  "I'm starting to think that's BS."

   "It's not," he shook his head, "but this is ridiculous.  I've never felt
anything like this."

   An idea rifled through Ella's head as she pondered the situation.  Dad
was the nicest person in the world, but he was also the most competitive.
Never in her life did he allow her win in anything.  Most fathers don't
look at their daughters as equals, but Dad always treated her that way, and
she loved that about him.  And maybe she could use that to get him in the
proper mindset.  Maybe she could play on his competitive side.  This was
her best shot at getting him to clear this mental hurdle which had clearly
tripped him up.  She was going to give it a whirl.

   "Mike wasn't bad in bed."

   Jim immediately felt his blood begin to boil.  God, did he hate hearing
that shithead ex-boyfriend's name.  The idea of him touching his little
girl made him want to kill someone.  And she was bringing him up now!?

   Ella looked at Mom again, pretending to ignore her father who was still
standing behind her.  "He never lasted too long but we also always used
condoms.  He made it like two minutes once.  I mean, we only had sex a few
times, but he was pretty good."

   Linda instantly picked up on what her daughter was doing.  The look on
her husband's face told her that he didn't have a clue as to what Ella was
up to, and she was going to do her part in trying to save Jim's birthday.

   "I always thought Mike was pretty cute to be honest," Linda chimed in,
trying her best to prevent herself from smiling.

   Jim's left eye started involuntarily twitching.

   "He was definitely cute," Ella continued to converse with her mom.  "He
actually tried talking to me the other day.  Maybe I should give him a shot
again.  What do you think?"

   Her mom nodded.  "Studs like that don't come along to often.  If it was
me, I would definitely give him another chance.  He's eighteen now.  Guys
tend to start maturing once they hit that age.  How about you invite him to
dinner this week?"

   "Really?" Ella asked.

   "For sure," she responded.  "I could make dinner and we could all hang
out and spend the night together.  Or you two could go somewhere for some
alone time."

   Ella nodded.  "Yeah, maybe we--"

   Her sentence was cut off as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
She attempted to open her mouth but only air came out.  Her plan had
worked.

   Jim wasn't going to stand there and let his daughter entertain the idea
of ever seeing that asshole kid again.  He didn't want her dating punk
skateboarder's with attitude problems.  He'd prefer her to be single, but
if she found a guy, he needed to be a real man, and he was going to show
her what a real man was like.

   Every urge to cum took a backseat to his mission of giving Ella the
greatest sexual experience of her life.  That electric feeling wasn't just
in his cock, it was enveloping his entire body, and he had to block that
all out.

   He started taking deeper, longer strokes inside his daughter as her
moans and shrieks began to grow.  His hand slid up her soft, smooth skin,
and found her long, brown hair.

   Ella's neck snapped back.  And if that wasn't enough, a warm breath was
now in her right ear.

   "You're gonna give him another shot, huh?"

   She was trying her hardest to respond but that wasn't the easiest task
at the moment.  Dad was pummeling her and her head was being yanked
backward.  She mustered every ounce of energy she had left and responded
with a single word.

   "Maybe..."

   "That's not going to happen," he firmly told her.

   The right side of Ella's head hit the soft mattress below and was
swiftly driven into the sheets.  Her left eye looked up to see her father
in a different light than she'd ever experienced.  His face was ravenous.
Grunts were coming from his mouth with every rough thrust forward, sweat
was dripping from his forehead and landing on her back, and his piercing
brown eyes were locked on her face.  This is what Mom had twenty-four seven
access to for the past two months?  Shit, for the past twenty years!  Ella
wasn't sure about a lot of things in the future, but she knew that this
wasn't going to be a one-time thing.  She was going to get in on the fun
her parents were having.

   "Harder!" she begged.

   Jim continued to push her face into the bed with his right hand.  He'd
never driven into anyone like this.  His daughter deserved the absolute
best, and if she wanted it hard, than she was going to get it hard.

   Linda was shocked.  It was like she wasn't even in the room anymore. 
These two were in their own world and her daughter was getting fucked
unlike anything she'd ever seen.  The girl in her was somewhat jealous, but
her motherly side was growing more and more concerned with each passing
second.

   "Easy, Jim."

   His hand immediately let go of Ella's head at the sound of his wife's
voice.  He slowed his pace as panic swept across his being.  He'd gotten
lost in the moment.  Very, very lost.

   "Are you okay, baby?" he asked his daughter, terrified of what her
response might be.

   Ella looked forward and shot her mom a glare to the level which Linda
had never seen before.  "Are you fucking kidding me!?" she grunted.

   Linda raised her eyebrows.

   "Why did you stop him!?" the teen yelled.  "Oh my God, that was
amazing!"

   "Baby, it was really rough," Linda started.  "I was just kinda
concerned."

   "What the fuck, Mom!?" Ella continued to rant.  "Another minute of that
and I totally would've cum!  And I've never even come close to cumming
during sex!  Mom, why--"

   Ella screeched as her head was snapped back again by her hair.

   "Are we seriously doing this again?" Jim calmly asked while his strong
arm suspended his daughter in the air.

   The teen was extremely confused.  "What?"

   "You swore at your mother not once, but twice," he told her.  "Are you
serious?  After everything she did today?  Apologize to her.  Immediately!"

   "Sorry, Mom," Ella swiftly said.

   "Not good enough," Jim smirked.  He slowly lowered his daughter's face
back down toward the mattress until it was just inches from Linda's
glistening vagina.  "You're going to apologize in a very special way today.
You're going to make Mom cum."

   Linda's face lit up.

   "And we're going to have some very serious problems if you don't," he
smiled.  "I'm thinking two weeks without your phone."

   Ella looked back at her dad.  "What!?"

   "Actually, make it a month.  Mom's way more important than two weeks. 
So, here's the deal.  You gotta get Mom off.  If you do, everything's good.
If not, no phone for a month."

   Ella leaned forward and instantly found her mother's throbbing clit with
her tongue.  She'd never done this before.  She knew how to get herself
off, but she had no idea what Mom liked.  So she was going to stick with
what worked for herself, and that was an awful lot of clitoral attention.

   Jim's hands gripped his daughter's waist as he begin driving into her
again.  His roughness was making it difficult for her to stay focused on
her task at hand.  Her mouth would leave her mother every few seconds to
moan and let out a cry of pleasure, and that was only making things that
much sweeter for him.  Not only was he given his daughter pleasure, but he
was teasing his wife in the process, and he never passed up a chance at
that.

   "I forgot to tell you something," he announced to the room.  "You have
five minutes."

   Ella's head shot back.  "Are you serious!?"

   "Very," he smiled.  "Better get to work."

   The high school senior's mouth speedily found Mom's clit again as Linda
threw her head back into the pillows and loudly moaned.

   Three minutes later...

   Jim pulled out of his daughter and knelt on the floor next to her so he
was at her level.  Just like when Ella was the one receiving the oral
pleasure, he made the journey to check in on how she was doing.  Sure, he
wasn't inside her anymore, but he could use a break for a few minutes
anyway.

   "How's it coming?" he asked.

   Ella looked to her right to see her dad's smiling face.  At least she
had a chance now.  As if this wasn't hard enough, Dad had been slamming
into her for the past few minutes.  In fact, she was right on the edge of
exploding a few times before he pulled back.  Something about, 'you don't
cum again until Mom does.' Not only did she have to do this to keep her
phone, but it was the only way she was going to experience an orgasm during
sex.  But it didn't seem like Mom was close to cumming.

   "I don't know what I'm doing..." she gingerly admitted.

   Jim started laughing.  "You're a woman.  You can't get another woman
off?"

   "I can get myself off," said Ella, "but Mom is a completely different
story.  She's moaning and stuff so it obviously feels good to her, but I
have no idea if she's close to getting off."

   "How's it feel, Linda?" Jim called out.

   "Great," his wife replied.

   "Are you close to cumming?" he asked.

   "Nope," she answered.

   Jim turned his attention back to his daughter.  She was in dismay.

   "What some help?"

   She immediately nodded.  "Yes!  Yes, please!"

   He propped himself up on his right forearm as he held his hand out at
his daughter.  "Okay, so hold your middle finger and index finger out
together."

   Ella followed her dad's lead.

   "Now, slowly slide those two fingers inside Mom.  Very easy."

   Her fingers disappeared inside her mother as Linda's moans grew.  Ella's
tongue was no longer on her mom's clit, but part of her hand was now inside
her.  She turned back to her dad for directions.

   "The key to your mother's heart," Jim smiled, "is through her G-Spot."

   Ella's brow furrowed.  "Her G-Spot?  I thought that wasn't real."

   "What?" he asked his daughter.

   "Mr.  Keys, our Sex Ed teacher last year, told us that the G-Spot is a
myth when one of the guys asked about it," she explained.  "He said it
doesn't exist."

   Jim was dumbfounded.  "Mr.  Keys sounds like a fuckin' idiot. 
Sweetheart, the G-Spot is a very, very real thing.  Isn't that right,
Linda?"

   "Mmm-hmm..." his wife agreed with her eyes closed and her head back on
the pillow.

   "What in the world is that guy doing as a Sex Ed teacher?" he laughed.

   "So, I have a G-Spot?" Ella asked.

   He promptly nodded.  "Of course."

   The teen's face lit up.  "Can you find it?"

   "Sure, but let's save that for another day," he smiled.  "Our priority
right now is Mom."

   Ella agreed with a nod of her head before turning back to her mother's
shaven vagina.  "What do I do now?"

   "Now, gently explore your mother with your fingers.  Pretend that you're
looking straight through her clit.  Under her clit, inside her, will be a
small bumpy patch.  Every girl doesn't feel the same, but Mom is a little
bumpy and ridgy.  That's her G-Spot."

   Her fingers began moving around with a curious expression on her face.
"I don't feel it."

   He moved his fingers in a 'come-hither' motion.  "Do this," he told his
daughter.

   Ella mimicked her dad and her face quickly perked up.

   "Fuck..." Linda moaned.

   The father and daughter both smiled at each other.

   "I found it!" Ella cheered.

   Jim grinned.  "You want to rub that little patch.  Not hard or rough,
but nice and easy to start.  You want to work her up and get her right on
the edge, and then that's when you apply more pressure.  Right before she's
about to cum.  Don't forget her clit either."

   Ella moved her mouth back to her mother's clit while simultaneously
rubbing her G-Spot with her fingers.  Mom's loud reaction and the fact that
her arm was reached out and grabbing a handful of her hair, proved that she
was doing something right.  And selfishly, she couldn't wait until Dad did
this to her.

   A few minutes passed and Linda's hips were now squirming and moving on
the bed.  Jim had seen this countless number of times over the past two
months.  His wife was close.  But he wasn't be completely honest with his
daughter, and that was eating him up at the moment.  It was unlike him, but
he was out for revenge as he watched Ella continue her task of pleasing her
mother.  Hearing her bring up her ex-boyfriend earlier was still bugging
him.

   He'd made eye contact with his wife a few minutes ago and they shot each
other a smirk.  Linda knew what was on his mind and she was on board with
his plan.  It still didn't seem right though.

   "Stop."

   Ella kept going as Linda's moans and squirms were increasing.

   "Ella, stop!" he shouted.

   Her tongue moved off her mother's clit and her fingers slipped out of
her.  She peered over at Dad, concerned by his panicked voice.

   This time, it was Linda who wasn't happy.  "Oh my God, what the fuck,
Jim!?  I was right there!"

   "We'll get you back," he reassured her.  "Umm...sweetheart, I wasn't
being totally honest with you."

   Ella wasn't following.

   He smiled as he glanced down at the bed sheets.  "Your mother isn't just
going to cum."

   The teen had no idea what Dad was talking about.

   "She's gonna squirt," he filled her in.

   Ella raised her eyebrows.  "Squirt?  Mom can squirt!?"

   He proudly nodded.  "Every girl can squirt."

   "No, they can't," Linda disagreed.  "How many times are we going to go
over this?"

   "Your friend Sarah can't squirt because Bill doesn't have any idea what
he's doing!" Jim passionately told her.  "Give me ten minutes with her and
I'd have her entire bed soaked."

   "There's no chance that's going to happen," Linda informed him, her eyes
still staring up at the white ceiling.

   "Mr.  Keys..."

   "Said that squirting is a myth too?" Jim jumped in and finished his
daughter's question.  "Just another clueless guy."

   "Every girl can't squirt," Linda continued to argue.

   Jim rolled his eyes at his daughter before looking in his wife's
direction.  "How long did your boyfriend before me try to make you squirt
for?"

   "A year..." she quietly answered.

   "And how long did it take me?" he asked.

   ...

   "I can't hear you!" Jim laughed.

   "Fifteen minutes..." she groaned.

   "Fifteen minutes!" he loudly reiterated.  "And that was with you being
all shy and trying to hold back.  I can get you to squirt in under five
minutes now." He peered back at his daughter.  "Every girl can squirt.  The
thing is most guys are either clueless, or they just don't care enough
about their woman's pleasure to learn how to do it.  Believe me, I could
make every girl on the planet squirt."

   Linda huffed.

   "Does she squirt a lot?" Ella curiously asked.

   "She squirts more when she's really on edge and overdo to explode," he
answered.  "So, yeah, she's gonna make a mess tonight."

   The teen smiled while gazing at the shiny glisten on her mother's
trimmed vaginal lips.  "Why'd you stop me then?"

   "I wanted to give you a heads up," Jim told her.  "Part of me thought it
would be funny to surprise you while your face was down there, but I can't
do that to you."

   "That sounds hot," Ella smiled.

   His eyebrows shot up.  "Hot?"

   "Yeah," she nodded, "where do you go when Mom squirts?"

   "Well, I stay down there," he smirked.  "I like it.  But I'm a big-time
pervert.  I'm sure you don't want to--"

   Jim cut off his sentence thanks to a surprising sight.  His daughter's
fingers were back inside her mother and her tongue was flowing over her
swollen clit once again.  She knew what was about to come, and just like
him, she wanted to be down there when it happened.

   He moved back behind his daughter and slowly pushed inside her.  He
heard a whimper escape Ella's mouth but continued to move at a snail's pace
to allow her to focus on her mother.

   Linda's hand clenched the sheets.  She felt it.  That warm, vibrant
burning, deep inside her was bubbling toward the surface.  It was a strong,
powerful pressure that continued to build until the inevitable explosion.
Only one person in her life had made her experience what was about to come,
and she was more than happy to add a second name to that list.

   "Don't stop!" Linda begged.

   Ella's index and middle finger were moving at a furious pace inside her
mom.  That little rugged patch inside her was being frantically rubbed
while her tongue continued to lick and run over her clit.  She had no plans
of stopping.

   "Oh, fuck!" Linda cried.

   The teen braced herself as Mom moaned louder.  She was just as perverted
as Dad, and it was time for her parents to find that out.  She wanted to
prove that she could hold her own in their bedroom.  And who knows?  Maybe
that would result in an invitation for more fun time together.  Ella
suddenly felt a small amount of fluid hit her chin.

   She pulled back and curiously gazed at her mother's vagina, curious as
to what squirting looks like.  A strong shot of clear liquid propelled out
of Mom and slammed into her cheek.  Ella smiled before moving her mouth
back to her clit and rapidly tonguing it while her mother was moaning and
twitching in ecstasy.

   Jim couldn't take it any longer.  Watching his wife squirt onto his
daughter's face was hotter than anything he'd ever imagined seeing.  Those
previously slow strokes he was taking were replaced by deep, long pumps as
he continued to watch the action unfold in front of him.

   It was like every shot of fluid that hit Ella's face only encouraged her
to go harder at Mom.  Her fingers gave Linda's G-Spot one last rub before
they slipped out and began sliding up and down her mother's gushing pussy.
Her actions caused Mom to spray all over the sheets as liquid was being
sent in dozens of different directions.

   His hands gripped his daughter's waist and he began driving into her.

   "Holy shit!" Ella shrieked, caught off guard by the now hurried pace Dad
was moving at inside her.

   A hand intertwined in her long, brown locks, and yanked her head back.
Her mom's squirt was dripping from her face as her body was once again
suspended in the air, being driven into by her father.

   "Harder!" the teen demanded.

   His hand left her waist and wrapped around her body, swiftly finding her
throbbing clit.  He feverishly began to rub it as his thrusts only grew in
power and speed.

   It was actually going to happen!  She could feel that glow slowly run
through her body.  Every pump from her father's large, thick cock sent her
closer to the edge.  She had one foot dangling over a cliff and was just
looking for someone to give her a helpful push, and that someone just so
happened to be the most special guy in the world.  And he was doing his
damnedest to take her to that previously never experienced place.

   And then she felt an explosion.

   "Fuck!" Ella shouted, feeling herself go limp as a smothering warmness
overtook her body from her head to her toes.  An entire world of sexuality
was being opened to her and she wasn't going to sit on the sidelines and
watch any longer.  This was going to be her life from now on.

   Jim's eyes moved past her and down to his wife who was rubbing her clit
with her hand.  Her vagina was soaked and the bedspread was covered in her
fluids.  She was finally coming down from her high as she locked eyes with
him.  He knew that look.

   He moved his mouth to his daughter's ear.  "Ready, baby?"

   "Give it to me," Ella moaned.

   He thrusted into her as deep as he could before allowing his incestuous
seed to fill his daughter's womb.  Every powerful burst from the tip of his
cock sent shocks through his body.  His body began to weaken as Ella
squeezed him tighter, absorbing every drop that was sent far inside her.

   "Get over here, Linda."

   His wife slipped off the bed and moved next to her husband, waiting for
instructions.  He pointed at the floor below him.  She dropped to her knees
and patiently waited.

   Jim let go of his daughter's hair and allowed her face to find the
mattress again.  This time his hand found his wife's head as he pulled her
under his cock, and positioned her beneath their daughter.  His penis
slowly slid out of Ella and Linda promptly opened her mouth.

   A river of cum poured from his daughter's tight pussy, and flowed
between his wife's accepting lips.

   Linda calmly waited as semen continued to drip from her daughter's
pussy. Once she'd collected all of her husband's seed, she peered up to
show him how much was inside.  Her tongue was hidden under a thick sheet of
white semen.  She closed her mouth, took a deep gulp, and opened it to show
the end result.

   It was all gone.

   Linda reached for her daughter's hand and led her out of the bedroom,
toward the hallway bathroom to clean themselves.

   Chapter 7 -- A Daddy Day.

   Jim watched the two women in his life strut back into the bedroom a few
moments later, cleaned up and still naked, and snuggle into his hold.  He
was lying flat on his back with his head on his pillows.  To his left was
his sexy, perfect, amazing wife.  To his right was his perky, adorable,
fairly perverted daughter.  His hands brought them in closer as he felt
both of their faces press against his chest.

   Ella suddenly perked up and rested her chin on her father's pectoral
muscle so she could look at Mom.  "Did you tell Dad about my idea?"

   "No," Linda answered.

   "Have you thought about it?" she asked her mother.

   "Yeah, I'm open to it," Linda told her.

   Ella excitedly smiled.  "Oh my God, Dad, I came up with the greatest
idea ever!"

   He stared down into her hypnotizing brown eyes and waited.

   "A Daddy Day!"

   His brow furrowed.  "A what?"

   "A Daddy Day!" she repeated.  "Okay, so, you get your own day twice a
year.  Your birthday and father's day, right?  But that isn't enough!  You
should have way more days dedicated to you!"

   He started to laugh.

   "I'm serious!" Ella firmly told him.  "What day is the easiest for you?
Like, what day could you maybe leave work early and stay up the latest?"

   Jim took a moment to think.  "Thursday is usually pretty light, so
Wednesday would probably be the day I could stay up until whenever."

   The teen looked over at her mother.  "Do Wednesday's work for you?"

   "Sure," she nodded.

   "Awesome!" Ella smiled.  "Okay, Dad, here's my idea.  Every Wednesday is
dedicated to you from now on.  We call it 'A Daddy Day!'"

   "That's the worst name ever," he laughed.

   "No, it isn't!" Ella protested.  "It's perfect.  Because that's what it
is!  A Daddy Day!"

   "And what exactly does A Daddy Day entail?" Jim asked.

   Ella could barely contain her excitement.  "Now, I'm open to ideas and
suggestions, but this is the format I came up with.  You need to do a few
things before you go to bed on Tuesday night.  First, you need to pick out
two outfits for both Mom and myself.  A morning outfit and an evening
outfit.  And they can be anything you want!  Lingerie, tight pants,
revealing dresses, costumes, literally anything!"

   Jim was quickly jumping on board with his daughter's idea.

   "Next, you need to write down what you want for breakfast and leave it
on the kitchen table, because, Dad, when you wake up on Wednesday morning,
Mom and I are going to be making whatever breakfast you requested while
we're dressed in our morning outfits."

   Yeah, Jim was fully on board now.

   "And guess what we're going to do while you're eating?" she asked her
dad.

   Jim waited.

   "We're going to suck your dick!"

   He gulped.

   "Mom and I are going to blow you the entire time you're eating," the
young brunette continued with a big smile, "and then when you finish your
breakfast, we're going to finish you!"

   He glanced over at his wife who was smiling, but nowhere near as
enthusiastically as his daughter.

   "So, I go to school and you two go off to work for the day," Ella went
on.  "When you come home, you'll find both Mom and myself in our evening
outfits cooking dinner.  And dinner on A Daddy Day can't be something
regular.  It needs to be special!  I'm thinking like steak, or lobster, or
king crab legs or something."

   "Yeah, I'm definitely up for that," he added.

   "Awesome," said Ella.  "We all eat dinner and then just hang out for a
while and talk about our day.  I mean, we always do that, but it's
something special and we can't forget about it.  Even on A Daddy Day!"

   He shot both of his girls a smile.

   "And then you can do whatever you want to the both of us for the rest of
the night!" Ella cheered.  "I have a whole list of ideas saved in my phone.
We could play sex games, we could try having sex in oil--"

   "Sex in oil," Jim jumped in.  "I like that idea a lot."

   She bit her lip while looking at her mother.  "You would look so hot
covered in oil."

   Linda smiled before moving her eyes to her husband.  "We all would."

   "And have you ever tried anal?"

   Both the parents turned their attention to their daughter with blank
stares.

   "I take that as a no," Ella laughed.  "I haven't either.  I'd love to
though.  I mean, I'd love to with Dad.  Is that something you guys would
want to do?"

   Jim hesitantly peered down at his wife would had a skeptical expression
on her face.  "Maybe, sweetheart.  Let's just take things slow."

   "Okay, totally!" Ella agreed.

   "And you said something about costumes earlier?" Jim asked.

   His daughter's face lit up.  "Yeah, costumes!  Remember earlier when I
said that I didn't have a lot of stuff on hand but I could throw a few
things together?"

   He nodded.

   "I lied," Ella smirked.  "Mom and I bought a bunch of stuff!"

   "When?"

   "When we got our lingerie," she answered her dad.  "We went shopping."

   Linda smiled.  "We might've gone a little crazy..."

   "Crazy buying what?" he inquired.  "Costumes?"

   Ella nodded.  "Tons of other stuff as well, but, yeah, we bought a lot
of costumes.  Oh!  I had this amazing idea too.  We could do role-play
scenarios!  Like, we could play parts and stuff.  Maybe we could even write
dialogue and act it out!"

   Jim was trying to hold back his guffaw but couldn't any longer.  Linda
quickly lost control and joined in when she heard her husband laughing.

   "I don't see what's so funny!" Ella huffed.  "I'm trying to be serious
here!"

   "You want us to write and act out dialogue?" Jim laughed.  "Really?"

   She glared at Dad.  "Okay, you tell me if this doesn't sound hot.  I'm
dressed like a schoolgirl and Mom's dressed like a teacher.  I'm in
detention because my grades are bad, and you, my dad, have to come in and
talk to my teacher about it.  Once Mom sees you, she quickly decides that
the only way I can pass, is for you to fuck her.  And guess what?  I join
in."

   Jim eyebrows shot up as she smiled at his wife.  "Pretty realistic, huh?
You just can't get enough of this dick, can you?"

   Linda rolled her eyes.

   "Well, I think it's hot.  The schoolgirl outfits we got are really sexy,
and--"

   "Wait, wait, wait, wait," Jim cut his daughter off.  "You have
schoolgirl outfits here?  In the house?"

   Ella nodded.

   "Outfits?" Jim repeated.  "Outfits, as in plural?"

   Ella nodded again.  "Yeah, Mom and I have matching schoolgirl outfits."

   Jim's heart skipped a beat.  "Describe them to me."

   "White knee-high socks, short red and green plaid skirts, white
button-up dress shirts, and these super cute plaid tees that match the
skirts," she told him.

   Jim was salivating again.  "These outfits are currently inside this
house?"

   "Yeah, they're in my room," Ella answered.

   He stared at her.

   "Do you want to see 'em?" she asked.

   Jim turned to his wife with a smile.  "Do I want to see 'em?  Do you
believe this kid?  Do I want to see 'em...?" He looked back at his
daughter. "Of course I want to see 'em!"

   Ella's eyes bulged.  "When?"

   "Now!" Jim loudly told her.

   She jumped off the bed and pulled her mother with her.  "Do you want us
to put our hair in pigtails too?"

   Jim started laughing.  "Hmm, let's see here, do I want you to put your
hair in pigtails?  What do you think?"

   Ella held her mother by the hand as she waited for the answer.

   "Absofuckinlutely I want your hair in pigtails!  Both of you!"

   Ella pulled her mother out of her parents' bedroom in a hurry and booked
down the hallway toward her room.

   Jim took a deep breath and smiled.  Twenty years.  He did his best to be
as happy and nice as he could for twenty years of a rather sexless
marriage. He never complained, he never cheated, and he continued to love
his wife as much as he possibly could.  And then it all changed two months
ago.  But this was different.  He no longer just had a sexually insatiable
wife.  He now had a daughter who seemingly possessed a relentless sex drive
and it just so happened to be one hundred percent directed at him.  And now
the two most special women on the planet were changing into schoolgirl
outfits just for him.

   Hey, sometimes it pays to be the nice guy...


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