Taming My Twin Stepdaughters

The next day, Jenna came back from New York.

When Mary decided to cut short her mother-daughter trip to the city so she could rush back and greet Evie, Jenna had pleaded with her mother to leave her behind in New York. After all, she argued, they already had the plane tickets and the hotel room booked. Wouldn't it be just as easy, Jenna said, for Mary to fly back alone and leave Jenna in a hotel room that had already been paid for?

Mary could never refuse anything to either of her daughters, so she said yes. Just as predictably, Jenna had then abused the privilege that her mother had granted her. When Mary left her credit card with Jenna to cover incidental expenses, Jenna took advantage of the situation, maxing out on ATM cash withdrawals and charging expensive meals to her mother's and my account.

This came as no surprise to me - I'd expected as much as soon as I learned Jenna had been left alone in New York with her mother's credit card. When I checked the account online, I confirmed my suspicions within seconds of logging in.

I was alone in the house when the airport shuttle dropped Jenna off in front of the house. She waltzed in the front door smiling as if nothing was wrong. "Hey, Daddy!" she said. "How's it going?"

"Not so great if your name is Jenna," I growled. Expecting her arrival, I already had my laptop out on the coffee table, opened onto the credit card website.

I pointed at the screen. "Did you think I wouldn't notice how much you charged on our credit cards?" I asked.

"It's not as if I maxed it out," she said.

"Not for lack of trying," I answered. "Come sit here next to me and look at this screen. I've got some questions for you."

Jenna dropped her bags in the middle of the room and sat beside me on the couch. Over the next few minutes, I pointed at various line items and grilled her about what she'd done. "And this!" I said at one point, "What the hell is this? You filled up a gas tank at some gas station? You didn't even have a car! Whose tank were you filling?"

"What's it to you?" she complained. "I met this guy. He seemed cute. We went to a bar together and . . ."

". . . And you fucked him?"

"What?! No! We did a few lines together, that's all!"

"Jesus!" I exclaimed. "Snorting god-knows-what up your nose with a strange man in a strange city! That's the most reckless thing you've done yet! How stupid ARE you?"

"Hey, fuck you, Danny. You don't have a right . . ."

"I have every right." I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her over my knee. Still grasping her wrist, I reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties.

"No!" she screamed. She struggled to get up.

"Take it!" I yelled, and smacked her with my open hand on her bare bottom.

"NO!" she screamed again. "I won't . . ."

SMACK!

" . . . let you . . ."

"SMACK!

" . . . do this again!"

SMACK!

"Please, Daddy!"

My hand let go of her wrist. I reached under her and began grabbing at her tits. I tore at her blouse to get to her bare flesh. "You spoiled little bitch!" I shouted just before I smacked her again on her bare bum. I was already leaving a hand-shaped red mark on one ass cheek.

"Not my new blouse! Please Daddy!"

After ripping through the buttons of her blouse, I grasped her bra and pulled it upward, toward her neck. Her big tits flopped out, and I immediately began mauling them. I smacked Jenna on the bottom again and she began sobbing.

"Oh, Daddy! Please!"

I stuck a finger in her twat and Jenna's head snapped back and she uttered an intense gasp. She was wide-eyed. "Fuuuck!" she moaned. "Oh fuuuuuuuck!"

"You knew your were going to get this treatment when you came home, didn't you?" I said as I spanked her ass again.

"I don't . . ."

"You knew I'd see the credit card expenses and punish you for them. You twisted little bitch, you WANTED me to punish you, didn't you?" I hit her again on her bottom, then immediately thrust two fingers in her pussy and began pumping them in and out. Jenna began humping her ass up and down on my lap.

"Fuuuuck!" she moaned.

"Admit it!" I kept pumping in and out of her tight pussy. My other hand was roaming freely all over her amazing chest.

"Fuuuck yeah! I fucking wanted this! Spank me some more! Fuck Fuck FUUUCK!!"

At that moment, Mary walked in the front door carrying her work laptop satchel and a bag of groceries. She stopped, standing frozen in the middle of the living room, squinting as if she either couldn't see very well or else couldn't absorb at the spectacle in front of her. Or maybe both. Given the weird medications she'd recently been taking, I had my doubts about her eyesight.

Jenna, sprawled across my lap, was in complete disarray. Her long black hair was tousled. Her blouse, thankfully, was torn open and hung loosely, hiding from Mary's sight the fact that I had pushed Jenna's bra out of the way and was playing with her tits. Jenna's underwear was tangled up near her knees. Her skirt had been flipped up to her waist, baring her reddened bum.

Not having much choice in the matter, I decided to brazen out the situation. "I'm punishing your daughter," I announced to Mary, who had a look of shock on her face. "Do you know she nearly maxed out our credit card during that extra time in New York?"

"Jenna, is this true?" The way Mary was peering at the scene in front of her made me think again if maybe her array of medications was having a long term effect on her eyesight. Lately, she seemed to have difficulty focusing. If so, it was a lucky thing for me at that moment.

Jenna, equally shocked as her mother at being caught in the act of one of our "discipline" sessions, looked wide-eyed at her mother through the tangled hair that hung over her face. She said nothing.

I smacked Jenna on the ass. Both mother and daughter jerked in surprise at the sight and sound of my open palm hitting Jenna's ass. Mary dropped her shopping bag, and a couple of apples rolled across the floor. Mary remained frozen in position, standing in the center of the room. "Answer your mother, Jenna!" I ordered her, and spanked her again.

Jenna began shivering in what seemed to be a complicated melange of anxiety, pain and sexual excitement. "It's true, Mom," she said. "I blew a bunch of money in New York. Daddy caught me. I deserve to be punished!"

"You see?" I said, looking Mary in the eye. "She admits it." I spanked Jenna again, and both mother and daughter jolted simultaneously. "She needs this."

"Daddy's right, Mom! I deserve it!" I had to suppress a smirk as Jenna continued, "Daddy needs to spank me!"

Mary, in a sort of shock, backed up a few steps and sat down dazedly in a chair. "You really think so?" she asked. "You WANT him to spank you?"

"Yeah, Mom! I need it! I need Daddy to show me a firm hand! Spank me some more, Daddy! Give me what I need!"

I could hardly believe that I was getting away with this - that WE were getting away with this! Jenna was a twisted little bitch who loved to piss people off. She loved even more to be caught and spanked for it as a prelude to fucking. She got off on the combination of pain and sex. And now here she was, putting her spanking fetish on display right in front of her mother.

"Yes, Jenna! Yes! I'll spank you as much as you need!" I cried. I started hitting Jenna's ass even harder, over and over. My cock was as hard as an iron bar.

Jenna began blatantly humping her ass up and down, meeting my thrusts. "Yeah, Daddy! Yeah! Yeah! Punish me, Daddy! Oh God! Punish me! Give me more! More! More! More!"

With Jenna's torn blouse blocking Mary's view, I continued to maul Jenna's soft tits from below at the same time that my other hand was making her ass cheeks redder and redder.

Jenna's gasps after every blow from my hand sounded exactly like cries of sexual ecstasy. "Aah! Aah! O God! O God! Do it to me, Daddy!"

For the millionth time, I marveled at the fact that my wife's naivete and rigid preconceptions about the innocence of her daughters, coupled with the social cluelessness of her Asperger's Syndrome, meant that she was unable to grasp what was happening right in front of her.

Finally, after almost a minute of spanking the shit out of crazy little Jenna, I looked up at my wife. "I think I've spanked Jenna enough. I hope you've learned your lesson, young lady. Mary, would you please go to the bathroom and get some lotion?"

"Lotion?" Mary was still so disoriented by what she was witnessing that I think she would have obeyed me if I had asked for a winch and pulley to hoist Jenna up and hang her by her feet from the ceiling. "Uh, sure."

A few moments later, Mary returned with a vial of skin lotion. "Squeeze it onto your daughter, will you, honey?" I asked sweetly.

Mary took the plastic container and squirted thick white lotion on her daughter's backside. It looked exactly like sperm decorating her daughter's bare ass.

While Mary watched, still dumbfounded, I proceeded to rub the lotion into Jenna's ass, sensually working it into the girl's soft skin. "A little more, please, Mary," I instructed her. Mary obediently squirted more white goo on her daughter.

As I rubbed her daughter's ass, I explained to Mary, "It's important, after a discipline session, to remind a child how much you love them. It's the old, 'hate the sin, love the sinner' lesson that they teach in church."

"Huh? They teach this in church?" asked Mary, still in a daze. Once again, I had to refrain from smirking. Mary was an incredibly literal thinker. She was almost as incapable of understanding metaphors as she was unable to detect irony. Mary backed up again and plopped backwards into the easy chair.

"By massaging Jenna, taking the hurt away," I explained, "I'm letting her know that we're closing the chapter on her disobedience, and that we still love her." Taking advantage of Mary's partially obstructed point of view as she sat on the side looking at us, I surreptitiously slid my finger back into Jenna's pussy and gently sawed in and out.

Jenna squirmed in response. "Ohh, Daddy!" she moaned.

"That's right, Jenna," I said in a reassuring tone. "Mom and I still love you."

"Love me some more, Daddy."

As I continued to saw my fingers in and out of her twat, Jenna lifted her head up, propped herself up on her elbows, and looked her mother in the eye. She gave her mother a triumphant grin. Then she wiggled her ass, smirking at her mother as I finger fucked her right before her mother's eyes.

"Are you allright, sweetie?" Mary asked, concern in her voice.

Jenna gave her mother a wide-eyed, open mouthed, crazy grin, all the while gyrating her bare ass on my fingers. "Oh, yeah, Mom. I'm fine now. Daddy's really making me feel great!"

I smiled at Mary across the room while I fondled her daughter's big boobs and pumped my finger in and out of her pussy. Jenna's ass felt amazing in my hand as she humped up and down on my crotch, all the while grinning triumphantly as she stared into her mother's eyes.

Mary squinted back, a confused expression on her face. She definitely needed glasses.

"You see, Mary?" I said soothingly, "Jenna needs her Daddy's love just as much as she needs her Daddy's discipline. Isn't this what you need, Jenna?"

"Oh, yeah, Daddy. I REALLY NEED THIS!"

"Good girl," I said. "Now sit up on Daddy's lap and give me a nice hug."

Jenna sat on my hard cock with both legs on one side of me. In that position, she had her back to her mother, so we were free to touch each other without Mary seeing most of what we were up to. Jenna put both her hands on either side of my face and gave me a deep, soulful kiss. I responded by caressing her big tits for a moment, then moving my hand back down to her clit so I could finger her.

Jenna had a silly, shit-eating grin on her face. "Thank you, Daddy," she said.

After more than a minute of sitting bare-assed on my cock and necking in front of her mother, Jenna stood up and turned to Mary. Mary's eyes bugged out again when she saw that Jenna's blouse was open and her bra was dangling around her neck.

"Thanks, Mom," said Jenna, "for understanding what I need from Daddy." Jenna turned and went to her room.

I turned to Mary. "I think I'm really making a lot of progress with your daughter," I said, smiling.

"Uh, are you sure?" Mary asked. "Did you see . . . I mean, did you see that her blouse and bra were undone?"

I tried to adopt a concerned expression. "Yes, I did," I said with as much seriousness as I could muster. "But I didn't want to draw attention to it. You told me yourself a couple of weeks ago that you didn't want to make Jenna uncomfortable by criticizing her for not dressing modestly around the house."

"That's true," said Mary. "I did say that, didn't I?"

At that moment, Jenna reappeared, leaning against the door jamb leading to the hallway. She was still only half dressed, with her blouse buttons undone and her bra dangling around her neck, exposing her huge jugs. She had her hips cocked provocatively. One hand had hiked up her skirt in the back so that she could caress her bare bottom right in front of her mother and me.

"Daaaddeeee!" she whined. "My bottom still hurts. Can you come into my bedroom and put some more lotion on it?"

"Don't you want me to do it?" asked her mother.

"No," said Jenna firmly with a childish pout on her face. "I want Daddy Horsecock to take care of me." She turned toward me and crooked a finger at me, gesturing me to join her. Her grin was positively evil. "Come on, Daddy. Come to my bedroom and finish what you started."

I turned to Mary and shrugged. "This may take a while, honey," I told my wife. "Why don't you take a long, hot bath and relax? I'll take good care of Jenna."

I took Jenna by the hand and she led me to her bedroom.

After we entered Jenna's bedroom, I paused for a minute until I was certain I heard the bathroom door close, followed by the sound of the bathtub faucet. Mary was preparing for a long bath.

"Undress me," I ordered Jenna.

"Yes, Daddy." She reached up and began unbuttoning my shirt while I did the same for hers. Then I grasped her nearly useless bra and motioned for her to lift her hands over her head so that I could disentangle it and remove it. By the time she started to unfasten my pants so she could get at my cock, Jenna was topless.

When she had finished taking off my belt, I ordered her, "Get on your knees and suck your Daddy."

Jenna spent the next several minutes kneeling before me, worshiping and servicing her step Daddy's cock. While her mother relaxed in the tub on the other side of the thin wall, I towered over little Jenna and mercilessly face-fucked her, pushing my cock as deep as it would go down her wet teenage mouth. Jenna's black hair flew back and forth, in and out, as her head eagerly plunged up and down the length of my cock. The rhythmic sound of her gagging was like music.

When I felt the pressure getting to be too much, I pulled her face off of my dick. Instead of finishing that way, I forcibly grabbed her by the armpits and pulled her to her feet. I swiftly spun her around and forced her toward the bed. Reading my mind, she knelt on the bed facing away from me, with her knees on the edge of the bed and her feet dangling off the end of the mattress.

Still standing, I entered her from behind.

From the other side of the wall I began to hear Mary singing in the tub. She had a fair to middling voice, and she loved to sing musicals while in the shower or bath. This time, she was singing a Barbra Streisand tune.

With Mary's singing in the background, I began pounding into her daughter. "Ooooh, Daaddeee! It feels so good!" Jenna screamed, clearly intending for her mother to hear her. "You're the best Daddy in the whole wide world!"

I grabbed Jenna's hips and rammed her even harder. Over and over. Deeper and deeper.

"Yeah, Daddy, yeah!"

I looked in Jenna's dressing table mirror. There, I saw an image of the two of us in profile. Jenna's long black hair hung down on either side of her head, completely obscuring her face and turning her image into that of a horny but faceless, busty slut. Her huge breasts hung down and swayed in and out with each thrust. "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" she screamed. Each time I pulled on her hips, yanking her ass onto my dick, was another triumph over my bitchy, but now conquered stepdaughter.

"Put some cream on me! Cream me, Daddy!" she screamed over the sound of her mother's singing.

Finally, I couldn't take any more of the intense sensation. Jenna's tight little pussy was so fantastic that I couldn't hold back another second. With a triumphant gasp, I thrust deeper than ever and held her tight ass against me as hard as I could, while sperm erupted from my cock and flooded her vagina.

When I finally let go of Jenna, she collapsed forward in a sweaty heap. Her tangled black hair covered her face, and when she used her fingers to gently pull the hair out of her eyes, I saw that she had a glazed, shocked expression on her face. She looked over at me in a daze, her eyes unfocused but riveted on her Daddy's cock, the source of her domination and pleasure.

***

After that first day, there were several occasions when Mary came home to find me holding Jenna over my lap, spanking her.

"Daddy's punishing me for failing to get my term paper done on time," Jenna explained the first time Mary caught me disciplining her daughter. Jenna arched her back, thrusting her ass up in the air and flaunting in front of her mother the fact that her naked ass was exposed for my pleasure. She propped herself up on her elbows and, without a trace of embarrassment, smiled as she looked her mother in the eye. "I need it, Mom. Daddy's doing a great job of keeping me in line!"

Mary simply stared open-mouthed at the spectacle. But then after a half a minute, she silently carried her grocery bags into the kitchen. I went back to spanking the bare ass of her daughter. As soon as Mary moved into the next room, I thrust my fingers into Jenna's twat.

"OH GOD!" Jenna screamed.

I looked into the kitchen to gauge Mary's reaction. I saw her pause briefly at the moment of Jenna's scream, but then she went back to putting canned goods onto the shelves. I went back to fingering her daughter.

"AAAH! DADDEEEE!" Jenna screamed. "DADDY HORSECOCK!"

Mary's hand shook slightly as she opened the refrigerator and started putting away the vegetables and milk.

"OH FUCK YEAH, DADDY! GIVE IT TO ME!"

Mary turned aside from us so she could put away the flour and sugar in the pantry. While she faced away from us, Jenna quickly sat up and placed herself on my lap. She hugged me closely, which prevented her mother from seeing that her blouse was completely open. With one hand hidden between our two torsos, I began furiously fingering Jenna. I used my other hand to cup one of her bare ass cheeks.

With her chin propped on my shoulder, Jenna shivered through an orgasm even as she faced her mother in the next room. "What's for dinner, Mom?" she asked as I diddled her clit.

The third time Mary walked into the house and caught us, I explained between swats, "Jenna was late for class twice this week. Our daughter needs discipline, honey!" I smacked Jenna again. "Discipline!" Another smack. I gasped and reared my head back. "Oh, God, so much discipline!"

"Yeah, Daddy! Yeah! Spank my ass!"

"Do you want to sit and watch, honey?" I asked my wife. I paused in the spanking as I spoke to Mary, my hand resting momentarily on Jenna's reddened ass. I smiled into my wife's eyes as my hand caressed her daughter's soft round ass. Jenna swirled her ass in all directions as she stared into her mother's eyes. I took advantage of my hand's stationary position to surreptitiously finger Jenna's asshole.

Jenna's ass began humping up and down on my lap while my wife watched, dazed and frozen, her eyes wide, her mouth slightly agape. I pumped my fingers in and out of my slutty stepdaughter. With one hand on her tits and the other in her asshole, Jenna's body was completely under my control as I smiled into my wife's eyes.

"I'm really doing something good for Jenna," I told Mary.

By the fourth or fifth time that Mary found me spanking Jenna in the middle of the afternoon, it almost seemed normal - almost. "What did she do this time?" Mary asked, in a meek tone of voice while, hidden by the folds of cloth and barely out of her line of sight, I caressed her daughter's big breasts.

In response, Jenna propped herself up on her elbows. My hand caressing Jenna's breast was barely hidden from Mary's sight. Jenna looked her mother in the eye and began giggling. "I don't remember! Hee hee hee!" She began bouncing her ass up and down on my lap, laughing the whole time while she smirked at her clueless mother. My hand was buried in her ass. My finger was dancing on her clit.

Then she turned her head around and looked at me. "Spank my ass some more, Daddy! I'm so naughty!"

a  few nights later, Mary and I were watching a movie together when the doorbell rang. Jenna was studying in the bedroom she shared with her sister, Evie. Outside it was raining cats and dogs. "Who'd be out on a night like this?" I asked my wife as we both went to the door.

It was a cop dressed in a rain slicker, and standing beside him, looking like a drowned rat, was Evie, looking wet and miserable. Her hair was drenched, lank and bedraggled. Her clothes looked muddied and her blouse was torn at the collar.

"Good evening, officer," I began.

"This is your daughter?" he asked.

"Of course she is," said Mary. "Is there a problem?"

"I'm afraid she's been in something of a . . . a scrape. We picked up the man who was bothering her, but your daughter insists that she doesn't want to press charges."

Evie was looking down at the ground, as if she were counting the shoelace holes on our slippers. "I'd just like to put it behind me, if that's okay with you," she said, meekly.

"Is Evie in trouble?" I asked.

"Far from it," said the policeman. "In fact, she's the victim of . . . well, maybe I'll let her explain it to you." He dug into his back pocket and pulled out a business card. "Here's how you can contact me if your daughter decides she'd like to take the next step. Like I said, we caught the guy. And we'd love to press charges."

"Can I come inside, please?" said Evie. "It's really wet out here."

Mary and I ushered Evie into the living room. Mary hustled her daughter toward her bedroom to help her dry off while I heated some water to make a pot of tea. 

In a few minutes, Evie and her mother emerged from the girls' bedroom. Evie was wearing one of her sister's babydoll nighties and had a towel in her hands that she was using to rub and dry her hair. I handed cups of tea to both mother and daughter.

"So what happened?" I asked. As we settled onto the couch together, I watched Evie rub her hair with the towel. Her vigorous actions had an incredible effect on her braless tits, which were clearly visible through the gauzy fabric of the yellow nightie. Even traumatized, she was sexy as hell.

"Do I have to tell you? It's so . . . yucky."

When I looked up, I saw Evie's sister Jenna standing in the doorway. She was leaning against the door frame, silently listening to our conversation. Mary, sitting with her back to the door, was unaware of Jenna's presence.

"You don't have to say anything if you don't want to," Mary said to Evie. "But I guarantee you'll feel better if you get it off your chest."

"I was at a college soccer match," Evie explained. "It was kind of a small crowd - I know the sport isn't very popular in this country, but . . . anyway, everyone was having a good time until it started to thunder and rain and they called off the game. I sitting in the rain at the bus stop when a guy pulled up in a car and offered me a lift."

Mary and I exchanged glances. "You accepted a ride from a stranger?" Mary asked.

"It didn't seem that way at the time. I'd seen him at the game, and, welll, I figured it would be alright."

"And then . . .?"

"He took a turn down a small side street and stopped the car. He . . . he started kissing me and grabbing at me! Oh, God!" She turned toward me on the couch and started to go into my arms for comfort, but then turned away in revulsion. Instead, she buried herself in her mother's arms.

The gesture wasn't lost on anyone. Mary looked at me with a concerned expression. "Sweetie, you're not afraid of Daddy, are you?"

"No, of course not. Welll, maybe a little. Mom, you know I didn't have much contact with men in the girls' boarding school. And this man was so . . . Oh, Mommy, he was so awful!"

"You can't let one bad man make you afraid of all men," said Mary. "Here - let's prove it. Go into Daddy's arms and give him a hug."

"Should I?" Evie asked. Then, without any further encouragement, she turned away from her mother and practically dove into my arms, pressing her lush body, barely covered by the thin, nearly transparent nightgown, against my chest. 

"He grabbed you like this?" I asked.

"Tighter," she said. "He held me tighter."

I pulled Evie closer into my arms. Mary looked at me approvingly. "What else did he do?" I asked.

"He . . . he kissed me."

"Like this?" I asked, as I put my fingers on her chin and gently raised her face up to mine. 

I kissed her on the lips in front of her mother.

"Uh huh. Oh, Daddy!" I felt her body lose some of its tension as she began kissing me back.

I broke off contact with Evie briefly and looked at her mother. "I think we need to desensitize you to the terrible things this man did. Don't you think so, Mary?"

Mary nodded, clearly distressed at the trauma Evie seemed to be experiencing.

"Kiss him again, Evie," said Mary. "Daddy will prove to you that you don't need to be afraid of a man's touch."

I caught Jenna's eye, still watching from the doorway. She had the beginnings of a cynical smirk on her face.

"Will you, Daddy?" said Evie. She twisted around toward her mother. "I think you're right. Reliving that experience with someone safe like Daddy might be good for me. Is that okay, Mommy?"

"Of course, dear. Evie, you should hug and kiss your Daddy if that helps you get over the trauma."

Evie immediately plunged back into my arms and began kissing me on the cheek and lips. "He was kissing me so hard!" she breathed. "And he put his tongue in my mouth - like this!" She grabbed my face and began French kissing me. 

"I guess we should be grateful things didn't go any further," Mary said warily.

"Oh, but they did!" Evie exclaimed. "The man - he started grabbing me - even grabbing my breasts! Like THIS!" She grabbed one of my hands and put it on her nearly bare tit, which was already practically bursting out of the skimpy, low cut night gown. I loved the idea of Evie forcing me to grope her huge jugs in front of her mother, but I tried to keep a concerned expression on my face as I hefted my stepdaughter's prodigious tits. 

In the background, still standing in the doorway behind her mother, Jenna was shaking her head and holding her hand over her mouth as if to keep from laughing out loud.

"That's . . . that's . . ." Mary stammered.

"Yes!" cried Evie. "That's so awful! He grabbed me all over, Mommy!" Evie guided one of my hands toward her panty-less ass, while she held my other hand firmly against her tits. "Kiss me some more, Daddy! Help me get over the trauma!" She kissed me hard, while encouraging me to maul her perfect young body.

"Is this really making you feel better?" asked Mary, incredulous yet unsure of herself.

"Oh, yeah, Mommy! It's like I'm reliving what happened - only with someone safe who I know won't hurt me."

"Well, in that case, . . ."

"I'm so glad you thought of this, Mommy! And you'll take good care of me, won't you, Daddy? You'll help me though my trauma?" She began shimmying her ass as I held her ass globes with both hands.

By this time, I was beginning to wonder whether Evie had ever been assaulted at all. If it weren't for the cop having escorted her to our front door, I would have thought this whole business was a scam being perpetrated on Mary. Regardless of whether there was any real trauma underneath it all, I resolved to go with Evie wherever she wanted to take things. 

"Of course I'll take care of you, Evie," I said, as soothingly as I could given how excited she was getting me. "What else did that terrible man do to you?"

Evie was facing directly toward me at that moment, so it was impossible for Mary to see the excited smile on Evie's face as she said, in what sounded remarkably like a terrified voice, "He made me pull out his puh - penis and touch his Thingie!"

Jenna, still watching from behind her mother, had her hand clamped firmly over her mouth, while her eyes were bugging out of her sockets. She looked like she was nearly suffocating herself in an effort to keep from laughing. 

"He wha. . .?" asked Mary, taken aback.

"That's right!" said Evie, who was already pulling at my zipper. Within a few seconds, she had pulled out my stiffening cock. 

She turned toward her mother, my cock in her hand. "It was so terrible!" she said as she pumped her hand up and down on my rod. "I didn't know what to do! And all the while, he was grabbing my big titties and playing with them! Grab my titties, Daddy!"

"Evie, I don't think this is right!" said her mother.

Evie turned all the way around, facing completely toward her mother, and leaned back in my arms, her hand still pumping my cock. My arms, meanwhile, were wrapped around my stepdaughter's waist and cupping her big tits from behind. "Of course it's not right, Mommy! He was a terrible man! I'm so glad you and Daddy are helping me put the whole experience behind me!"

"She does seem to be relaxing, honey," I said. "I guess this really is therapeutic." I tried to maintain a concerned expression on my face.

"Yeah! Yeah! Oh, Daddy, this is really helping!"

"Honey, I think this is going too far," said Mary.

Evie seemed to sense that her mother had reached the limit of her indecision and confused tolerance. "Maybe you're right, Mom," Evie said. She slowed down her increasingly frantic handjob to the point that she was stroking my long cock up and down in a more leisurely way. "I guess that's enough therapy for tonight."

Evie stood up and started walking toward the hallway leading to her bedroom. My hard dick was still standing erect out of my unzipped pants. As Evie walked away I watched her pert, round ass, which was barely hidden at all by the yellow nightie that barely came down to her crotch. 

When she reached the doorway, she stood next to her sister for a moment. From where I was sitting, it looked like Evie shot a look of triumph at her sister. But then, as I barely registered the competition between the twins, Evie turned back toward me. Smiling, she asked, "Daddy, will you tuck me into bed?"

"Of course I will, sweetie," I said. Grinning from ear to ear, I jumped up off the sofa. I didn't bother zipping up my pants. 

Mary focused her eyes on my exposed cock sticking straight out from my open pants. "Danny, you forgot. . .," she began.

"No time for details," I said, brushing her off as if I were a fireman running into a burning building. I made a beeline for the door, following after my busty stepdaughter. The image of little blonde Evie in her skimpy, nearly transparent nightie with her oversized tits hanging out was all I could see at that moment. 

My exposed cock led the way, swinging back and forth as I bounded in Evie's direction. "Don't wait up, honey," I said to my wife as I ran off to fuck her daughter.

After Evie turned down the hallway and out of sight of her mother, she half-turned in my direction and crooked her index finger in a "come with me" gesture. The short hem of her babydoll nightie flounced as she skipped toward the bedroom she shared with her sister.

I was so fixated on Evie's fantastic body that I sped past Jenna's equally voluptuous body without giving her much more than a glance. Sulkily, Jenna turned and followed her sister and me to her bedroom.

Once the three of us were in the bedroom, Jenna closed the door.

Evie turned to her sister with a cold expression. "Haven't you got some studying to do?"

"I can study right here," Jenna replied. "See? I've got my biology textbook and everything."

"Daddy and I don't need you," Evie said curtly. "Go study somewhere else." 

"I think I'll stay."

Evie's expression turned to one of hostility - it was the first time I'd seen this side of her. "Don't you see that Daddy and I are going to be busy? Daddy needs to comfort me from my trauma and . . ."

"Spare me the Doris Day bullshit, Evie."

"Girls!" I said. "I can only spare a few minutes before I have to return to your mother."

"Well, Daddy's mine tonight," Evie asserted. She grabbed me by the arm and I let her pull me toward her bed. Within barely a second, she fell backward onto her bed, bringing me along with her. 

"Kiss my titties, Daddy," she said as she pulled one of her tits out of the top of her nightgown and pushed my head onto her nipple. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her give a triumphant smile at her sister, who, somehow, managed to make a loud angry noise while merely grabbing a textbook and opening it.

Evie sighed as she caressed the back of my head, encouraging me to grope and suckle her huge tits. With her other hand, she pulled the hem of her nightie up a couple of inches and began diddling her clit. I realized at that moment that she was recreating the scene she'd described to me of her time in the Catholic boarding school, where the other girls surrounded her every night, with one on each side of her licking her nipples and paying homage to her huge tits, while a third girl sucked her pussy. As I nursed at her sweet tit, I pictured again the scene Evie had described to me of her Catholic boarding school: of her lying on her back every night, her arms crooked around the heads of the other girls suckling at her giant tits, with her legs outspread so that a third girl could lick her clit. I pictured Evie cooing encouragement to her horny teenage sex servants, floating on an orgasmic sea surrounded by the other teen girls servicing her. My mind was full of the image of the teen girls sucking her 32F tits every night while she lay there accepting their horny homage.

Evie was used to having her body worshiped and now she wanted the same worship from me.

But I wanted some attention, too. I grabbed her wrist and guided her, pulling her hand away from her clit and toward my exposed cock. "Horsecock needs attention, too, sweetie," I told her.

At first, Evie was reluctant as I pulled her hand away from her pussy, but she shivered with pleasure the instant her fingers touched my shaft. "Oh, YEAH, Daddy!" she cooed, immediately moving to the task of stroking my cock. She gripped the back of my head with greater force to encourage me to suckle her tits more vigorously. 

We lay like that for a few minutes. Evie cooed and moaned with pleasure and satisfaction. When I looked into her face I could see her staring nearly cross-eyed at the ceiling in a haze of bliss. Her hand on the back of my head continued to caress my hair, encouraging me to suck her. And all the while her hand never ceased rubbing me up and down, up and down. "Cock!" she moaned over and over. "Cock! Grown up Daddy cock!" as if it were a mantra taking her to a new level of consciousness and pleasure. 

Every once in a while, I glanced toward the other side of the room to see Jenna scowling as she pretended to read her textbook. Every few seconds she looked up from the page and frowned in anger, but as soon as she saw me looking at her she immediately looked down again at her book as if she were engrossed in the text. Waves of frustration were wafting off of her.

After several minutes, I remembered my situation: my wife was in the next room, and if I stayed too long in the girls' bedroom, Mary might come looking for me. So I rose up on my stepdaughter's bed and without even pulling down my pants, I aimed my cock at her pussy.

When I entered Evie she arched her back and thrust her pelvis upward to meet me. I heard a sigh of triumphant satisfaction - which was met by what sounded like a sigh of exasperation from Jenna's side of the room. 

Part of me wished fervently that Jenna would cross the few feet separating us and join me in fucking her sister. But that didn't seem likely to happen.

Evie and I began fucking, all the while remaining as quiet as we could given the fact that her mother was in the next room. I started fucking harder and harder. Evie's ass bounced higher and higher with each thrust as she eagerly met each thrust. When Evie's moans started becoming too loud, I silenced her by putting my mouth on hers and kissing her. Her moans turned to screams that were muffled by our kisses. 

Finally, the weird eroticism of the scene overwhelmed me. I thought of Evie's sister watching our every move from only a few feet away. I thought of Evie's mother, who had watched wide eyed as Evie pulled my cock out and stroked it. I thought of Evie encouraging me to grope her rack in front of her mother. I thought of how unbelievable it was that I should be sharing my house with a beautiful wife and two oversexed teenagers who fought over my cock.

And I came. Sperm started spurting from my cock. Evie, feeling my ejaculation, gripped me harder and pulled me deeper into her tight pussy. We both convulsed together.

Then I got up. I kissed both girls chastely on the forehead, tucked them into bed and went back into the living room to rejoin their mother. 

After dinner the next night, Evie sat next to her mother on the couch. Jenna and I were a few feet away in the kitchen, drying the pots and putting them back on the shelves.

Jenna caught my eye and shot me a sly, half-slitted knowing look as we heard Evie begin, "I wanted to thank you, Mommy, for your help last night. I was so upset! Everything that man did was so awful, and you and Daddy were so understanding."

"Thank you, sweetie. Your welfare always comes first. But aren't you afraid that things went too far last night?"

"Maybe," she mused, seeming to think it over. "I have to say some of the stuff you made me do with Daddy kind of freaked me out."

"But honey, I never suggested that you . . ." Mary protested. 

". . . Still, I guess you were right," Evie continued, speaking as if her jacking me off the night before had been her mother's idea rather than her own. "This morning I looked up some stuff on the internet about what they call 'desensitization' therapy. And it turns out everything you had me do with Daddy was exactly what therapists recommend! I had no idea you knew so much about trauma and post traumatic stress disorder!"

"Wha. . .?" said, Mary, increasingly lost.

"I guess this stuff just comes naturally to you, huh Mom? Therapists work for years to learn how to get people to face their fears by re-enacting traumatic experiences with spiders, or cars, or heights. And here you are, jumping straight into it! I'm so lucky to have a mother like you - encouraging me to face my fears about men."

Listening to Evie speak, I found myself frozen in place with a dish towel in one hand and a skillet in the other. I was in a sort of shock listening to where the conversation seemed to be going. 

Jenna caught my eye again. She twisted her mouth to one side in what seemed like a mixture of bemusement, incredulity and contempt. She sidled up to me and whispered, "Get ready, Daddy." Then she opened her mouth in an "O" shape and pointed her index finger in and out of her open mouth.

I laid the skillet and dish rag on the counter and joined my hot little stepdaughter and wife on the couch. I sat beside Evie, with my wife on her other side. Jenna continued to watch from the kitchen.

"So, uh, you feel like you're over the trauma of what happened last night?" asked Mary, an uncertain tone in her voice. 

"I thought so - at first," Evie replied in a lost, little girl voice. "But then I had bad dreams last night. Terrible nightmares."

It was pretty obvious where this was going. In order to help things along, I asked, as innocently as I could, "What happened in your dream, Evie?"

Evie looked away from me as if she were scared of me because of my being a man, and turned toward her mother. "Oh, Mom, it was so awful! The man was back, just like before! He was grabbing at me - pushing himself on me! In the dream - you know how things get jumbled up in dreams - it seemed like there were two of him. Surrounding me, one on either side. Just like Mom and you are sitting on either side of me now."

show your mother and me what he did," I instructed her.

She looked to her mother for guidance. "Mother, should I?"

Mary looked uncomfortable. "Actually, I don't think I . . ."

"Wellll, if you insist. You always know best, Mommy."

"But I didn't. . ."

Evie ignored her mother as she said, "He ripped off my blouse! Like this!" Buttons went flying in all directions as Evie tore her blouse open like Clark Kent, only instead of a Superman costume underneath I saw Evie's unfettered, breathtakingly large tits wobble before my eyes. She had chosen not to wear a bra beneath her blouse.

Mary's eyes went wide and her mouth fell open in shock. Before she could say or do anything in response, Evie continued, "Then he - I mean THEY - bent over and began kissing and sucking on my titties. Like this!" She reached over and grabbed her mother by the back of her head and pulled her mother's mouth onto her left tit. Needing no encouragement, I eagerly joined her mother. I bent forward and began suckling at Evie's other tit.

"Oh, Mommy! Daddy! It was so awful!" Evie crowed as she gripped the back of our heads and mashed our faces into her big tits. Evie's nipple was delicious. In the background, I could hear Jenna snickering. 

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" her mother said, her mouth smothered in tit flesh. 

I lifted my head away from Evie's nipple long enough to ask, "What did the man do then, Evie?"

Evie took her hand away from my head and brought it down to her mother's wrist. "He began playing with my . . . with my Lady Parts!" she cried, managing to put at least a little bit of a sob in her voice as she pulled her mother's hand toward her crotch. 

With her face buried in her daughter's big tit, Mary was unable to see Evie smile at me as she continued, "and then with his other hand, he pulled out his big, hard Thingie and made me stroke it. Keep sucking my tits, Daddy!" she ordered as she pulled out my cock and started wanking me.

This went on for several minutes. "Oh, Mommy, you're giving me exactly what I need! You're really desensitizing me to all that awful stuff that happened!"

"Mmmph! Mmmph!"

"Yeah, keep sucking my titties, Mommy, while I start to suck Daddy just like the man made me suck him!"

When she heard that, Mary, in shock, managed to pull her face away from her daughter's nipple. "What did you say . . .? You . . you sucked cock in your dream?" 

"Oh no, Mommy. It was real life! Last night the man made me do awful things! He pushed his hard Thingie into my open, wet mouth! Me made me kiss and lick and suck him! While it was in my mouth it got harder and bigger and harder and harder! I could hardly fit it in my mouth!"

"Evie, this is too . . .!"

"I had to swallow the bad man's big hard penis! He pushed it in and out of my mouth - over and over! It was so hard! So big! He made me wrap my lips around it while he pumped in and out! So now I have to suck Daddy Horsecock, don't I? Otherwise I'll never get over my trauma! Pull down your pants, Daddy!"

As I lifted my ass off the couch to pull off my pants, Evie swiftly removed her own jeans and panties. Then she continued, "And Mommy, you need to lick my Lady Parts while I suck Daddy. That's how it happened in my dream." Evie grabbed the back of her mother's neck and forced Mary's face toward her crotch. Her voice took on a tone of command as she ordered her mother, "Lick me, Mommy! Make me feel good while I suck on Horsecock!" 

It was all too much for Mary. Within a few moments, she managed to pull herself free from her increasing entanglement with her daughter. When I looked over at her, she seemed to be in a sort of shock. Her hair was in complete disarray, while her eyes had a confused, disoriented and frantic look.

"Evie I can't . . ." she stammered. She looked over at me in dismay and confusion, but by this time I had laid back on the couch with my head on the arm rest and my legs propped up on the cushions. Evie was crouched between my legs, facing away from her mother and sucking on my hard cock. 

"I HAVE TO, MOM!" Evie gasped between slurps. "I need Daddy Horsecock to get over the awful things that happened to me! I have to . . ." She stopped talking for a few moments as her mouth plunged up and down on my hard rod. When she came up again for air she rubbed the shaft of my rod all over her cheeks and her nose as she cried, gasping, "I HAVE TO SUCK HIM!" Facing away from her mother and with her face safely hidden from Mary's scrutiny, Evie grinned hornily at me with bright, excited eyes as she held my shaft alongside her face and jacked my cock. She was laughing silently while gaily pistoning my rod alongside her grinning face. I could see from the expression on her face and the laughter in her eyes that she knew exactly the effect her display was having on me.

I glanced briefly at Jenna, still in the kitchen. She was standing on the other side of the breakfast counter, so it was impossible to see her from the waist down. But I could see that she had one hand on the counter while her other arm was down by her side. It looked like she had her hand down her pants, masturbating as she watched the scene before her. 

I turned my face back toward Mary and spoke in what I hoped was a soft, reasonable tone, given the incredible blowjob I was getting. I stroked the blonde hair on Evie's bobbing head as I said to her mother, "Evie's such a good girl. - Aah! Aah! - Maybe we should - OH! - Maybe we should just let her get this out of her system!"

"You think we should let her do this tonight?!" Mary asked incredulously.

"Or for a week! Oh, GOD!" I gripped the back of Evie's head and started humping upward into her mouth. "Or for several weeks!" My pelvis was in overdrive, bouncing up and down on the couch cushions as I continued, "I'm willing to do this as long as it takes! YES, EVIE, YES! EVERY NIGHT! I'LL FUCK HER MOUTH EVERY NIGHT IF I HAVE TO!"

Evie chose that moment to take her mouth off my cock. "There's more, Daddy," she said in her little girl voice.

"What is it, sweetie?" I asked, eager for whatever she had in mind next. Still, for Mary's sake I tried to maintain as solicitous a tone as I could manage.

Evie turned her face back towards her mother and, in a worried tone, said, "Last night that terrible strange man put his Thingie inside me, Mommy."

"He what?" cried Mary. "He forced himself on you?!" 

"Uh huh," said Evie. "So now to get over my PTSD, I need Daddy to fuck me, too."

In the back of my mind, a part of me noted that somehow Evie's use of silly childish euphemisms like "lady parts" and "thingie" seemed to be falling by the wayside.

Weakly, with an air of defeat, Mary said, "Evie, honey, I'm pretty sure it doesn't work that w. . ."

"Okay, Mom, if you think so." Pretending that she had her mother's encouragement, Evie sat up and began lining her pussy up with my erect dick.

"Are you ready, Horsecock?" she asked. 

Laying on the couch I had a perfect view of my blonde stepdaughter as she straddled my waist. She'd already stripped off her pants and underwear, and the only clothing that remained was her poor torn blouse with the buttons all ripped off. The blouse now hung open, revealing her amazing breasts, which jiggled and wobbled in all directions as she readied herself excitedly for my cock. Her blonde hair hung down almost to the tips of her nipples, reinforcing that weird virginal vibe that she insisted on maintaining despite her horny manipulations of everyone around her. 

She grinned wildly as she pulled my cock into her tight snatch. With her face hidden from her mother's view, she mouthed the words, "YES! YES! YES!" and then, still silently, she mouthed the words, "FUCK ME DADDY!" 

I held my horny blonde stepdaughter's hips as she began gyrating happily on my cock. Turning her face around briefly toward her mother, she chirped, "This is really good for me, Mommy. Daddy's Horsecock is really good therapy for me!" As she turned her face back toward me, I reached up and cupped her massive tits from below. Evie bounced harder and harder. 

Mary got up from the couch and moved toward us. She knelt on the ground in front of us. "You don't really need this, do you Evie? This just seems so wrong!"

Evie's rhythmic thrusts didn't falter as she responded, "I need this, Mom! Every night from now on!" She grinned as she continued, "And I need you to help, too, Mommy! Kiss your daughter as she fucks your husband!" She grabbed Mary by the back of her head and pulled her mother's face toward her for a deep kiss, thrusting her tongue into her mother's mouth. All the while she continued to ride me relentlessly, twisting and turning her pelvis in all directions even as she pounded up and down, up and down in an orgasmic mantra of pleasure. 

"And kiss my tits, too, Mommy! My tits are so much bigger than yours! My big titties are so much better than what you've got! They need more attention! They need you to kiss them and lick them and worship them and suck them!" She pushed her mother's head downward toward one of her exposed breasts. Her high pitched voice managed to sound imperious as she ordered her mother, "Kiss my big titties! Worship them! Suck my breasts, Mommy!"

While her mother obediently suckled at her breasts, Evie's eyes seemed almost to glitter as she began whispering to me as if we were the only two people in the room, "This is gonna be so good, Daddy. You're gonna fuck me every night. I need this so bad. You can fuck Mom, too, I don't mind. But not Jenna. Only Mommy and me! Now cum inside your horny stepdaughter! Cum! Cum! Cum!!"

The whole scene was overwhelming. I looked at Evie, so seemingly innocent yet now, strangely, taking control of her mother's and my sexuality. I looked across at Jenna, horny and excluded from the scene and frigging herself frantically as she watched her mother submit to her husband and daughter. 

The thought of spending days, months, even years, with these three horny and busty women was fantastic. I looked into Evie's merry eyes and began spurting jism deep into her womb. Feeling me orgasm inside her, Evie smiled as if she had scored a victory. She tightened her pussy muscles around my cock.

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" she squealed, gyrating her hips and whooping in pleasure. She kept one hand gripping her mother's face to her breast, while her other arm rose toward the ceiling, waving in a circle in a gesture of ecstasy and triumph. 

As a massive orgasm swept over her, she screamed, "I need this every day! Fuck me! Suck me! THIS IS SO THERAPEUTIC!"

the next morning I woke up alone: as usual, Mary had gotten up before me and was in the kitchen fixing breakfast. Also as usual, when I opened my bedroom door I found Jenna waiting for me, dressed in a tiny yellow see-through nightie. 

She reached up and put her arms around my neck. "Good morning, Daddy," she said as she kissed me good morning. "Mom's busy in the kitchen talking to Evie about what happened last night. She won't see anything. Why don't you carry me to the shower?" 

Without waiting for my agreement, she pulled herself up into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist. In response, I unthinkingly put my hands under her ass to help support her. Her big boobs pressed against my chest. Her ass rested against my hardening cock.

"Aaahhh!" she sighed, wiggling her ass against my hard on. "This is how I like my mornings!"

I had a blissed-out smile on my face as I walked down the hall carrying my horny baby with her ass in my hands.

I paused when we got to the bathroom door. Standing so close to the door to the kitchen, I was able to overhear Mary's conversation with Evie. 

". . . so what happened last night was really wrong, Evie," she was saying.

"Mommy, I . . ."

". . . I'm not blaming you for it," Mary went on, "but the fact that you found that stuff on the internet is no excuse. You can't just believe everything you find there."

"You can't?" said Evie in a voice that sounded totally innocent. "But website clearly said my chakras wouldn't properly align until I re-enacted what had been done to me. So I thought that having Daddy . . ."

"I know, I know. These internet things can fool you. Why, I myself was certain that Barack Obama was a Muslim born in Kenya - until President Trump told everyone that it wasn't true!"

"Jesus!" Jenna whispered as she reached down and began positioning my cock under her slit. "My Mom is as dumb as a box of rocks! Why don't you fuck me, Daddy, while she explains to Evie how stupid she is?"

I leaned forward and pushed Jenna's back against the wall. My cock began to slide upward into her welcoming pussy. From that vantage point so close to the wall, I could see into part of the kitchen, allowing me a view of my wife's back as she spoke to Evie. Evie, facing toward me, caught my eye as I began fucking her twin sister. 

"So you're saying I shouldn't put Daddy's Thingie inside my Lady Parts?" Evie asked.

"No, Dearie," Mary said. "Absolutely not!"

Jenna began nibbling at my neck. She turned her head and looked at her sister and mother a few feet away, and when their eyes met I saw Jenna stick her tongue out at her sister. "C'mon Daddy!" she whispered urgently. "Fuck me right in front of them. Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!" 

I started slamming Jenna as hard as I could while at the same time keeping the noise to a minimum. Mary, preoccupied with warning her daughter about the dangers of the internet, didn't seem to notice the increase in sound. Evie, facing us, was riveted on the sight of her sister gaining pleasure while she was stuck with the task of providing a distraction. 

"But the internet website said cuddling with Daddy would help me deal with my trauma," Evie said with a pout, fiddling with one of her long blonde braids as she watched me pound her sister's body against the wall.

"Well, it seems like you went a bit beyond cuddling last night," Mary said.

"I did? Gosh, Mommy, I didn't mean to upset anyone!"

"Fuckity fuck fuck! Fuckity fuckity fucking fuck fuck!" Jenna whispered in my ear. All the while, I kneaded Jenna's amazing ass while I held her up and slammed her.

"Cuddling is one thing. But last night you . . . you had intercourse with your Daddy!"

"And that's bad?"

"Yes!"

"Oh yeah, Daddy," Jenna whispered. "It's REAL bad! It's so fucking bad!"

I was in such horny ecstasy that part of me wanted to carry Jenna the extra few feet into the kitchen and continue fucking her right in front of her mother and sister while standing up and impaling her in my arms. But instead I continued to lift Jenna up and down on my cock a few feet away in the hallway. 

"But I can still cuddle with Daddy, can't I, Mommy?" Evie asked.

"Of course you can, Dear."

"I can lie in his arms while we watch TV?"

"Uh huh."

Jenna began biting my neck frantically.

"And I can play on his lap?"

"I suppose so."

"And bounce on him?"

"I . . . I guess."

The fact that in her naivete my wife had just given her daughter permission to bounce on my lap sent me into overdrive. I started jackhammering faster and faster. Jenna's thighs began quivering uncontrollably, and I could felt the muscles in her legs tighten around me.

"And he can tuck me in every night - just him and me for a half hour or more? You wouldn't interfere with our special Daddy Daughter Time?"

"Well - I - No, I guess - of course not."

The thought of my wife encouraging me to bounce my stepdaughters up and down on my crotch right in front of her, then take them to bed every night - it was finally too much. With Jenna pinned against the wall, I began pumping baby juice into her unprotected pussy. "Fuck yeah!" I grunted through gritted teeth.

In the next room, Evie smiled as she faced Mary and watched me cum in her sister. "I love cuddling with my Daddy," she told her mother.

After that, the shower that morning was an anti-climax. Jenna and I caressed each other under the cascade of hot water, but after having cum so hard, it was impossible for me to get hard enough to fuck my stepdaughter any more. After a few minutes of sensually sudsing each other up, we rinsed ourselves and toweled each other dry. As she knelt in front of me with the towel in her hand, Jenna kissed my lower torso all over, paying especial attention to my cock, the source of her pleasure. "It's so good, Daddy, so good! Even when you're soft, you're bigger than most men!" 

When we came out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, Evie and Mary were still talking about the internet and its pitfalls. Naturally, it being Mary, any long discussion on her part ended up gravitating to one of two topics: Star Trek, or . . .

". . . so some websites actually claim that Oswald fired more than three shots," Mary was explaining, "but that's just another example of how people get things wrong on the internet. Clearly, there was another shooter positioned at the Grassy Knoll, and Kennedy was killed in the crossfire!"

"Gosh, Mom, you really know everything!"

"And that's not all," Mary continued. "Sandy Hook was a false flag . . ."

Evie turned away from her mother when she saw me enter the kitchen and sit at the breakfast table. 

"Daddy, I want to apologize for last night," she began. As she spoke, Evie's two hands pulled nervously at her two long blonde braids. 

Once she was facing away from her mother, though, she looked me in the eye and she made an "O" with her mouth, all the while continuing to tug on her braids. She seemed to be pantomiming the act of using her braids as handlebars to guide her own head in giving a blowjob. Then she smiled at me, and I watched as fingers of one hand twirled the ends of one of her braids, which hung down as far as her nipples, barely covered by the gauzy fabric of her nightgown. The visual effect was almost the same as if her fingers were twirling around one of her areolas. Then, still facing toward me and with her back to her mother, she began cupping both her breasts and bouncing them for my benefit. Yet, totally at odds with her actions, she said, "Mom told me that I took things too far last night when I was trying to deal with my trauma."

As she spoke, Evie walked toward me. When she got to where I was sitting, she straddled the chair and sat on my lap facing me. She intertwined the fingers of her two hands around the back of my neck. Still wearing her flimsy nightie, she practically thrust her oversized tits in my face. "Can you forgive me, Daddy?" she asked.

I looked over at Mary, standing by the kitchen counter. She smiled at me benignly.

I turned back toward Evie. "Of course I forgive you, Sweetie," I said. "I guess you just went a little too far last night."

"Oh, thank you, Daddy!" said Evie. She began bouncing up and down on my lap, her nearly bare tits jiggling wildly in front of me.

I reflexively put my arms around her and pulled her body toward me. Evie ground and undulated her hips on my crotch while her mother watched us. 

I turned my face toward my wife. I was so horny and happy I was barely able to even focus my eyes. My face was plastered with a stupid grin.

Mary seemed to have a conflicted expression on her face. She still believed that her daughters were innocent angels, and she had apparently managed to convince herself that last night's debauchery was some sort of misunderstanding on Evie's part. Now, though, despite having talked the matter through with Evie, she was faced with the sight of Evie eagerly humping up and down on my crotch. Mary's facial expression showed the battle between Evie's innocent sounding words contrasted with the sexual display of her giving me a lap dance at the breakfast table, with her huge, nearly bare tits bouncing right in front of my face.

Several conflicting expressions seemed to flash across Mary's face, one after another, all in the space of what could not have been more than a second or two. Expressions of incredulity, of suspicion, of surprise, and most of all of confusion. Finally, it seemed, Mary's resolute albeit often naive and uninformed optimism seemed to win out. There was even a hint of determination in her facial expression, as if she were resolving not to give in to suspicion. Her normal innocent sunniness came to the fore and her facial expression reverted to that of her habitual optimism. Mary blinked rapidly and her head shivered ever so slightly, as if she were wiping away the silly suspicions from her mind.

Mary's clueless faith in her daughters had triumphed over the evidence of her own eyes. 

"Isn't she wonderful?" Mary asked, an element of hopefulness in her voice. 

"She's fantastic!" I said, gripping Evie's curvy body against me and smiling at my wife as my blonde stepdaughter thrust her big tits into my cheek. Evie's nipple was right next to my mouth. I had to resist the urge to turn my head the half inch or so that it would take to suck on my stepdaughter's tit through the sheer fabric. 

Evie and I were sitting in such a way that Mary saw our bodies in profile. With my wife smiling back at me, I crept the hand that Mary couldn't see downward and, brushing aside the hem of Evie's short nightie, I used my fingertips to lightly caress my stepdaughter's ass while she writhed on my lap. I was so horny that my hand on Evie's ass was shivering. I had to struggle not to cup one of her big tits right in front of my wife. Evie and I both smiled giddily at her mother.

Evie's fingers clutched my head and pulled my face into her breast. Mary bit her lower lip, suppressing her worries while she watched her daughter mash her tits into my face. "Oh, Daddy!" Evie cried. "I love cuddling with you!"

Trying to pretend that everything was normal, I turned to Mary and asked, "What's for breakfast?"

"Br - Breakfast?" Mary stammered. "I guess - uh - what would you like?"

"Would it be too much trouble to ask for an omelet?" I asked.

While Mary went to the fridge and started pulling out the ingredients, Evie changed positions. She stood up, then reseated herself on my lap, this time with both her legs on one side so that she could sit on my hard on and face toward her mother. Because Evie was so short, the tips of her toes barely touched the ground when she sat on my lap. 

Evie's new position on my lap meant that one of my hands was now completely hidden from my wife's view. My other hand, the one within Mary's view, was wrapped around Evie's waist. 

While Evie began chatting with her mother about the weather and her plans for school, my hidden hand began tickling and caressing Evie's ass. Within moments I found my stepdaughter's pussy and started rhythmically thrusting one finger in and out of her twat. 

Evie wrapped her arm around my neck and, giggling, pulled my face into the side of one of her boobs. "Mommy!" she called, laughing. "Daddy's tickling me!"

Going along with her pretense, I used the hand that was within Mary's view to lightly tickle Evie's tummy. Meanwhile, my other hand, the one out of sight, continued finger fucking my stepdaughter.

Evie's ass began undulating on my lap. "Hee hee hee! Daddy! Mommy, make him stop!"

"I'll never stop," I said in a faux-menacing growl.

Mary looked up from the cutting board where she was slicing green onions. She smiled at us. "Don't play too rough with Evie, Danny. She's just a little girl."

Evie took the ends of one of her braids and put it in her mouth. She clamped her teeth on the hank of hair to keep herself from crying out. I could feel her ass shivering on my hard on. I thrust my fingers in deeper and faster. 

Evie used the arm that was wrapped around my shoulder to hoist herself up and down on my crotch. Her legs kicked gaily in the air as she bounced up and down. Her blonde braids flew wildly in all directions. The fingers of my hand that were within Mary's view continued to wiggle around Evie's tummy as I pretended to tickle her.

"Look at me, Mommy!" Evie cried, laughing while I secretly diddled her clit. "Hee hee hee! Look what Daddy's doing to me!" 

Evie's feet, suspended off the ground and pointing toward her mother, kicked up and down. Her legs quivered in an orgasmic spasm. 

"Oh Daddy! Daddy! Keep tickling me!"

"You hear that, Mary?" I said. "She likes it!"

"Oh God, Daddy! Oh God! Oh God!" Evie's hand draped around my shoulders pulled my face deeper into the side of her boob. 

Mary turned toward the stove so that she could put the vegetables into the eggs. For the next half minute she concentrated on the skillet as she folded the mixture into the classic omelet half-moon shape. Evie took advantage of the fact that her mother had turned away from us by briefly pulling my mouth onto her nipple. When I bit into her nipple, Evie gave a strangled cry that was muffled when I quickly raised my hand to cover her mouth. 

"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!" she moaned. Evie's eyes rolled back in her head. Her body stiffened in my arms, then slumped in relaxation. 

My stepdaughter had climaxed in my arms at the breakfast table in front of my wife.

A moment later, Mary turned back toward us and deftly slid the completed omelet straight from the skillet onto my plate. 

"Voila!" Mary cried, presenting us with her breakfast creation.

Evie insisted on remaining on my lap throughout breakfast. While I kept my arms wrapped around her waist, she spent the next several minutes personally feeding me. She alternating feeding a forkful of omelet to herself and then bringing another forkful to my mouth. She then lightly dabbed the corners of my mouth with a napkin. 

Mary smiled benignly at her daughter's display of affection.

At the end of the meal, Evie got off my lap, then bent forward and gave me an affectionate kiss on the lips in front of her mother.

"Thanks for a wonderful breakfast, Mommy and Daddy! I'm so glad you forgive me for last night!"