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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Parent Game (M/Ff, cuck, preg) By: Phil Phantom (pp@philphantom.com) HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com *** Dick couldn't believe that the same man who was sexually molesting his fourteen-year-old daughter and knocked her up, was the same man his wife was having an affair with and had knocked her up. Both were showing and looking equally knocked up, four months along when Dick first noticed the swelling on young Cassidy, then took a harder look at Melody, then placed them together on a bed and saw that they were about equal. The same son-of-a-bitch did them both equally, and the son-of-a-bitch buddy who was down on his luck, offered a roof over his head and a table to sit at while he got back on his feet, never bothered to use those feet toward any productive end other than reproduction, using his feet to go from one bedroom he didn't belong in to another he had no business in, stopping in between to eat like a horse and drink beer like a fucking free loader who had it made in the shade. Toby Tucker was some fucker to still be in that house after what he'd done, but he looked comfortable, secure, happy, and pleased with himself as though his role was to fuck all the pussy and make all the bastards he could. Like that was all he needed to do and he was doing it well. What was even stranger, neither my wife nor my daughter were ashamed of their bellies. If anything, they seemed proud, lying nude, side by side on the master bed trying to see who could make their tummy appear the larger, as though Dick were a pregnant belly judge who couldn't decide which made the cutest belly. They were both using beavers to influence the judge, showing shaved-bald pussy, but he noticed those things several months before he noticed a belly problem and a couple of months before he recognized that he had a problem with a stale house guest making himself too at home. Dick had known for months that Toby was the fucker responsible for fucking them both, but he thought he was being a responsible fucker, especially with the younger one who was not on the pill. Dick thought for sure Toby would be extra careful with that one. She was so young. It was obvious as Dick surveyed the equal damage that his buddy hadn't been at all careful from the start with either of them. They were equally cute. Cassy had the cuter pussy, but Melody had the better tits. The bellies were equal, about four months along. They confirmed that they both missed their periods at about the same time, roughly five weeks after Toby moved in and started giving them great, all-over, sensual massages. That would make them both four months pregnant, well past the first trimester, going the distance whether the husband and father liked it or not - fuck. Dick had been a decent sort about all of this monkey business from the time he first suspected he was being made a monkey of by a horny wife, and he was incredibly understanding of Toby's sexual interest in Cassy, and of hers in him. The man did give a good sensual massage. That was not easy. Dick deserved some sort of award for not acting like a husband, but a medal for not acting like a father. The award would come from the American Cuckold's Association, and the medal would come from Child Molester's Anonymous. He earned both by being good natured about it, looking the other way, and getting lost when he needed to get lost, especially when Toby would get too frisky with Cassy and needed privacy to fuck her, though Toby didn't need any, and Casey didn't seem to care while getting her cute pussy lips massaged by a manly adult cock. Dick needed the privacy and often had to get lost to find any, but he refused to give Toby any privacy to carry on a sexual affair with his wife. Dick refused to leave his own marital bed, but that never bothered them. It was a king-size marital bed. As it turned out, the garage made into a bedroom for Toby wasn't needed. He could use the master bedroom or Cassy's bedroom. Which bedroom he used was a toss-up. Half the time, Dick got a good night's rest, and half the time he didn't get much rest, or he'd get a little and lose a little depending on how much of Melody Toby got in one night. Now this. Dick didn't know what kind of award or medal he was due for being a good sport about this, but it sure wouldn't come from Planned Parenthood. Dick simply could not decide which pregnant belly he liked best, so he felt up Cassy's, then felt up Melody's. While feeling Melody's little melon, she said, "You are being a very good sport about this, Dick. I think any other man would find this terribly upsetting - a pregnant wife and a pregnant daughter, both pregnant by the same good buddy." "I find this upsetting, too, Melody, but there is no use crying over spilt milk. If you are both four months along, you are both going to bear Toby's babies. I wish I had known he was making babies." "What did you think he was doing, giving us deep vaginal massages with his cock?" "I assumed you were on the pill, and I assumed he was having safe sex with Cassy. I thought he would at least pull out in time." "You should never assume. Remember, assume makes an ass out of u and me. Isn't that what you always say?" Dick stood straight and looked straight at his wife's face as he said, "My fault. I did assume that you wouldn't want to get pregnant with another man's child. And I also assumed that you would not want Cassy to get pregnant at her age." "You must feel like an ass, then." "Why, Melody? Why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to deserve this? And why drag Cassy in on this? Why, Melody, why?" "You brought him in to our home and told him to make himself at home. You didn't ask me or Cassy. Well, he did just that, Dick. You can call me weak, and you can call me a sucker for a sensual massage, call me stupid and irresponsable, but I never set out to get pregnant or even cheat. Cassy never set out to become sexually active with an adult and get pregnant. We were just trying to be polite and friendly to your guest. I won't tell you we didn't enjoy his attention or the sex we ended up getting from his sensual massages, but you kept us in that environment, and kept telling us to be patient all the while he walked all over you and took liberties that you can't imagine." "Like." "Like replacing my birth control pills with a placebo and telling Cassy that it was safe for him to cum in her pussy because he'd had a vascitumy. He told me that, too, and I stopped taking the placebos or objecting to him cumming in my daughter's fertile pussy. After finding out that he was safe, I got a big charge out of jacking him off in her pussy. We both did. She did me; I did her; we pretended we were getting each other pregnant. Imagine our surprise when we stopped bleeding from the pussy on time and he said, 'Gotcha!'" "Why am I just now finding out that he gotcha both?" "Because I was pissed, not at Toby, at you. He was a stinker. I kissed him and told him so. I told him he got us good, but you were a fucking idiot to subject us to a hung and sexy stinker when you had to know he was a hung and sexy stinker who gave great nude massages to two very horny females who love sexy men with big cocks. Did you actually think we wouldn't want our pussies massaged with a cock like that, or that we wouldn't want the inside massaged as well as the outside, or that a man might cum while making sluts purr like kittens?" "Okay, Melody, you made your point, but why let Cassy make it with you? Was it really necessary to rub my face in two pregnant bellies?" "It was her idea. Ask her why. While you're at it, feel up her pregnant belly again. I know you loved doing that, so do it again and ask her why she wanted to rub your face in her pregnant belly. Rub it good. I'm sure she'll make you a better beaver while she tells you why she wanted to stay pregnant and be a good little whore for your sexy stinker buddy. Don't even act like you don't want to. She knows you like seeing her this way and can't wait to watch her get bigger and bigger. Go ahead, prove to her that she made the right decision to make you happy. Let me see you praise her and reward her. She earned it. Now kneel between her legs and reward her." Dick thought about that while looking at Cassy's pregnant tummy and a better beaver. Though he hadn't honestly thought about his motivations, he had to, now. Since the milk was spilt and he had a big hardon, he knelt and placed reverent hands on her swelling, ran them over her belly reverently while watching a better beaver become the best possible beaver, a beaver so good he simply had to kiss it, then French kiss it, then look up to say, "Why did you want to stay pregnant, Cassy?" Before returning to oral attention to her beaver. Cassy smiled to her mother, then looked to the daddy gorging himself on pregnant daughter pussy, and said, "I figured you must want to see me pregnant or you wouldn't have brought me a sexy stinker and got so hard whenever he acted like a stinker with me. I figured you might kiss my pussy if I got good and pregnant for you and was a good whore for your stinker buddy, as good as your wife is. I guess I was right. You sure are a good pregnant pussy kisser." Melody reached over and slapped him on the back of the head and said, "Now, kiss mine, you fucking asshole. While you're at it, kiss the fucking asshole, because he fucks that, too. GET OVER HERE!" He quickly got over there and quickly got to work as she said, "Make me feel good about remaining your wife or you are going to be free and single, wondering what the fuck happened to all of your shit, you fucking pervert. French it, you bastard! French both fuck holes, and French 'em until I feel better about being Mrs. Dick Shorter with a dick shorter than Cassy's pinky finger. You'd better French better than that, Dick!" Dick got her to be content with remaining Mrs. Dick Shorter, but she wasn't thrilled about it, although Casey was glad they weren't going to get a divorce. She also thought his dick was much bigger than her pinky finger, though it was nowhere near being a cock. Her mom had a tendency to exaggerate, and her dad had a tendency to minimalize. They both had a tendency to allow a cock to have its way. Her mother should be on her knees kissing pregnant pussy, too. All things being fair and all. Fat chance of that. At least they were getting along with a new understanding. That was the main thing, doing whatever it took to keep them under one roof. Cassy was good at that. 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