MY SON-IN-LAW NEEDED TRAINING - OR DID HE?

"You can't possibly be serious!" exclaimed my apparently flabbergasted daughter Mila, from behind her closed bedroom door. I sighed to myself, having noticed an increasing number of arguments between her and her husband Rick.

I continued down the hall passing their room and headed for mine with the intention of ignoring the tiff as usual. Instead, I found myself pausing with my hand on my own door knob as she continued her rant. "Look, Ricky, I've put up with the fact that you can't keep a job that pays enough for us to move out of my parent's house. I've put up with your need to wear my panties and your humiliation fetishes. I even put up with your less-than-average-sized dick, but you're asking me to cheat on you, just so you can get off! Don't you think that's carrying your fetish a bit far?"

I continued into my room, not trying to soften the noise of my closing the door. (I might have closed it a tad sharply). I knew they were having problems and I knew 'Little Ricky' was a long way from being an alpha but I had no idea that Mila had compromised so completely when she married the man, uh ... boy. If they heard me and realized that I'd heard them, then maybe, just maybe, Mila would be willing to open a dialogue with her mother or myself. If she'd be willing to talk about their problems, we might be able to convince her to boot his panty-wearing ass to the curb.

Nichole, (that's Mila's Mom by the way) and I have had our share of disagreements concerning Rick (I refused to call him Ricky). I have always felt our daughter deserved way better, while Nichole has always felt that Rick was just "a sweet boy who needed some mothering". Nichole's mothering of 'Ricky' was something that seemed to be a mutually beneficial arrangement for everyone in the house but me. Enabling him, quite frankly annoyed the shit out of me. He was supposed to be a grown assed man after all! Not only doesn't he work a real job but he's never even offered to do his share around the house. I have to physically hand him the bin bag in order to get him to take out the trash. In my mind, he's a useless waste of air!

Anyway, one of our biggest fights came when I discovered several pairs of Mila's panties in the dryer that were obviously stretched out. That's when Nichole admitted that she knew Rick had been wearing Mila's panties. Fortunately, Nichole was the only one home at the time or I would have beaten the pansy to death with a bar of soap wrapped up in his borrowed underwear! She convinced me that going to jail wouldn't help Mila's marriage and I eventually agreed that a more subtle approach was needed to fix things.

Over the next several frustrating months, I discovered quite a few of the boy's shortcomings. His three-inch dick and desire to be spanked in order to cum were only a few. I laid out my arguments to all three separately in hopes that at least one of them would take the hint ... nope. I even threatened the pussy several times until I realized he seemed to get excited by it. What the fuck do you do with that?!? The only thing I could. I shut up and prayed Mila would see the light.

As I stripped down and pulled on a pair of shorts to mow the lawn, I figured that I at least had a tiny bit of hope that his suggestion of fucking other men might push her too far.

I had finished the front and was halfway through mowing the back when I noticed Mila watching me from the patio door. I smiled at her and continued working. Then for some strange reason, I began to get the feeling that she was admiring my sweaty physique. I had never had sexual thoughts of her prior to that moment and was chastising myself for them. Then I suddenly remembered the vision of Rick playfully pulling Mila's towel from her otherwise nude body as they ran across the hall from the bathroom to their bedroom. The flash was just that, a brief flash but as she twisted I was granted a view of her entire body, front, and back. I had dismissed it as a young couple playing at being in love, and I was quite sure that they didn't even realize that I was in my room observing them. At the time there wasn't a single sexual thought. Now I had to keep trying to force my thoughts away from the memory of her perfect body by telling myself that Mila wasn't admiring me and that I was her father after all. I had finally convinced myself of that fact as I finished mowing the last strip. However, the fact that she hadn't turned away until after I shut off the mower and was headed for the garage had me wondering why.

After showering and pulling on some lounge pants and a tee shirt, I padded towards the kitchen. I hoped Nichole would be home by then and be making dinner. We don't need her to earn an income but she volunteers at a local hospital four days a week. I work at home, where I ghostwrite for rich asswipes that think the world really gives a shit about their fake histories and overly inflated accomplishments. Although, I guess someone must because I get paid a shit-ton to do it.

By the way, eighty percent of the things written in memoirs are pure bull-shit; ninety-five percent if it's a politician providing the 'recollections'. Trust me I know.

Not that I'm anywhere as rich as those I write about but I certainly don't worry about my bills, and I never have to wear a tie ... or shoes for that matter. If it weren't for Rick, my life would be perfect. I get up when I want, I eat when I want, and I go to the gym because I want to and not because I've let myself go. I'm fit, healthy, and mostly happy. My wife and daughter are also both fit, healthy, and very sexy but unlike me, they seem to be in want of nothing. For my part, I just felt like something was missing.

As I turned the corner to the kitchen, I discovered that my wife was indeed home but wasn't engaged in preparing a meal. She and Mila were huddled together whispering. I was about to reverse course to allow them some privacy when they both motioned me over conspiratorially. Once I pointed out that they were apparently only excluding Rick from the conversation, I suggested we retire to my office. Once there I discovered that I had only been included because they had finally come to an understanding on how to proceed with fixing the 'little' problem.

I guess their efforts had been ongoing without my knowledge for quite a while. I later discovered that the dialog had started long before Rick and Mila had even married. Now it was finally time to employ the next stage of 'Ricky's training', or so they said. I'm not one hundred percent positive about the truth of their plan being Rick's training and not my own, but I spent the next twenty minutes having my two favorite women explain how imperative my part would be in the near future. It only took that long because, I, of course, had jumped up at the first utterance of 'extreme measures' being needed, so that I could run downstairs and kick the little douchebag out of my house. Once they had reduced my joviality to a level where I could pay attention to what they were attempting to convey as opposed to what I wanted to hear, they began my instruction.

The next two hours weren't needed to explain how I should act but to overcome my disbelief. My wife and daughter were expecting me to let my inner 'bull' out of the barn and that they would be agreeable to letting things go as far as it took. Mila then recapped Rick's fetishes and said that she didn't think he really wanted to go that far down the path but that by 'forcing him to live them' we could scare him into standing up for himself.

Personally, I thought the plan seemed to be more enabling than anything else and I was still in denial over the revelation that my loving wife of twenty-two years had a few issues to work out of her own. She and Mila had apparently been doing a considerable amount of shopping at specialty stores, in preparation for when Rick was ready to be taught properly. I was assured that any tools needed for the job would be near at hand and all I would need to do is ask. However, I still had more than a few misgivings about my wife and daughter's roles, as they would have to act in a manner that seemed alien to me. I just hoped Rick would run screaming for the hills sooner rather than later, or I was going to have to decide which of my heads would take charge. However, no matter how many conflicting thoughts I was having involving Mila; and my thoughts of Nichole being along the lines of 'what-the-fuck', I still couldn't conceive of not acting on the chance to mess Rick's world up completely!

Mila choosing Rick had always seemed strange to me but as I called in a pizza and some wings, her line from earlier came back to me, "You can't possibly be serious". I think it was my subconscious making one last plea for sanity, for morality, or at least for the status quo. I heard the plea and then laughed at myself. Why bother to pretend, I make my living writing lies that were presented as historical facts after all. I pushed my doubts aside and had a brief moment of resignation as I committed to the girls' plan. I was all in or it wouldn't work. I spent maybe ten minutes ensuring my women that I was committed. After they were convinced, I stood and headed downstairs to forever alter my household dynamics.

I decided that easing into my new status as Ricky's tormentor would be a waste of time, so I jumped right in. (Yes, I would have to start calling him by his 'little boy' name.) I found the skid mark sitting in the living room, breathing heavily, with his hands between his tightly clamped legs. Either he was trying to keep from pissing on my couch or he was masturbating like a girl. I had no reason to believe that even that example of a gene pool failure couldn't make it to the bathroom, so that meant that my Son-in-Law couldn't even whack off like a real man. I quite frankly was momentarily stunned by the sight. It must have taken me a full minute to sort out the scene unfolding before me, during which time Little Ricky managed to complete his mission.

I must have made a sound clamping my palms to my eyes wishing for some bleach because he practically came out of his skin and screamed like a six-year-old girl! He backpedaled down the length of the couch, his eyes shifting wildly all the while. From his pleading expression and his eyes settling behind me, I knew that all three of us were witnesses to the activity.

I couldn't have written a better reason to jump his shit. "What the fuck, Ricky?!?" I shouted and then paused. "Did ... did you just cum in your panties?" I added at a more sedate level while pouring on a healthy dose of condescension.

"Now Jason," my wife cautioned, "Don't be too rough on the boy."

I glanced her way, only to see her giving me her own version of pleading, easily read as "please play along". Ah, I thought 'Good cop, bad cop'. My eyes shifted to Mila and discovered a slight quirk in the corner of her mouth. If she hadn't been my daughter, all I would have seen was the look of a stern mother about to come down on her wayward progeny. However, she inhaled deeply lifting her chest and forcing me to glance down. Her nipples were more obvious than I had ever seen them. She was excited in anticipation of Ricky being called out!

Now I can't possibly know if you've ever had an epiphany or not but the level of clarity I experienced at that very moment was life-altering. I realized that I had been suppressing my natural instinct to be the alpha male in the name of a peaceful home. I suddenly realized that I had caught Nichole by being a bull and not the average Joe going through the motions.

Nichole wasn't quite a true submissive, but rather the compassionate, nurturing type that needed to take care of someone or something. She had been very disappointed to find out that Mila would be our first and only child because of complications during childbirth. Nichole's 'mothering' of Ricky was a deep-rooted need that only he was available to fulfill.

Mila on the other hand was now seen as the quintessential cuckoldress. Her posture, arousal, and even her scent shouted her never before expressed nature. (Or at least unobserved by me.) I knew at that moment that she would seek a bull to humiliate her husband. I also knew that I would never allow her to be used by someone that didn't love her. I wasn't going to fuck her outright, (she is my daughter after all) but I had known all along that she deserved better than Ricky and I was most certainly better than Ricky! I would go as far as I had to. All of the emotions, observations, memories, and realizations flashed into my brain in less time than it had taken for Mila to dart naked across our hall. Everything was decided with the acceptance that I could no longer make the breaking of Ricky my noble quest. My new goal was to use him.

"Mom?" pleaded Ricky.

I almost laughed. I would have if the timing were different. My voice rose in volume once again. "I asked you a question! Did ... you ... cum ... in ... your ... panties?"

His humiliation was obvious and he could no longer maintain eye contact with Nichole. After a mildly protracted time, he quickly nodded.

"I can't hear you, Ricky!" I berated.

The protraction was slightly longer before he glanced up at Nichole, then Mila, and finally a quick sweep across my face before looking down again and whispering, "Yes."

"How could that be?" I asked. "You were rubbing yourself like a girl. You're not a girl, are you Ricky?" I paused as he glanced up at me for the first time, quickly shaking his head no. It was the strongest defensive reaction I had ever seen from him.

"Oh, so you think you're a boy do you?" I asked and was rewarded with a downward cast nod. "Prove it!" I demanded.

"Jason!" exclaimed my wife as she moved around Mila and me to sit protectively near Ricky while plucking a hand from his lap.

"No, Nichole. I want proof that Ricky is a guy and not a girl. After all, he wears panties and we all saw how he was masturbating. It looked to me like he was rubbing his clit not his cock. Come on Ricky, stand up and strip down. Prove you have a dick."

Ricky slowly looked up at Mila with an unreadable expression. Unreadable to me anyway. "Do it, Ricky. Show my Dad what you try to get me off with," Mila responded with a challenging look that was easily expressed on her face.

With Mila's prompting, Ricky slowly extracted himself from his Mother-in-law's protection and began to haltingly undress. Shoes and socks went first, followed by his shirt. When his chest came into view I had to chuckle. The twenty-one-year-old man literally had the upper body of a small twelve-year-old boy. I had yet to see my daughter's husband without a shirt on but I wasn't surprised at his build. He was barely five feet six inches and never worked out. He hesitated to continue for only a moment until Mila prompted him again, after which he lowered his jeans to reveal a pair of Mila's pink bikini panties. They were stretched a bit due to Mila's even smaller stature and sported a small dime-sized stain at the top end of a small ridge outlined in the tight fabric.

Mila sighed and then scolded Ricky. "Those were silk, Ricky! You've ruined them! That's the third pair this month!"

"Get them off, now!" I growled.

The panties vanished from around his waist almost as if by magic. He stepped out and flipped them with a toe to land near the pile of his other clothes while easily covering his junk with one hand.

Mila walked around behind her husband and leaned her cheek against his shoulder. (She's only five feet tall.) "Ricky, Sweetheart, I thought you were going to show my parents what you use to 'fuck' their daughter with." Her prompting was accompanied by air quotes around the word fuck.

Nichole gasped at Mila's crud language while I made eye contact with her. She had the look of a panther locked onto her prey. I would have been frightened if I didn't know that I wasn't her lunch, but her hoped-for new mate.

Ricky was blushing harder than I thought possible for a human to accomplish while still remaining upright and was looking helplessly at his last remaining protector. Nichole, however, didn't provide what he wanted to hear. She only nodded at him and said, "Go ahead, you need to do as they tell you."

I'm sure everyone in the room was aware of the humiliation pouring from the man-child but his arousal was nearly as palpable. While still gazing at the floor Ricky dropped his hands and exposed his rigid member. Although he had cum not three minutes earlier, his penis was as hard as any penis could be, not that it required much blood to fill.

I had to call it a penis and not a cock or dick. It was literally the size of my pinky finger. I have to say, knowing someone has a three-inch penis and actually seeing it is quite different. I had to consciously close my mouth and lower my eyebrows before commenting. "Well Son, I guess you proved me wrong, you do have a penis. However, that is definitely not a man's cock! My cock hasn't been that size since I was six months old."

Mila snickered but stopped almost as soon as she started. Her eyes shot to my crotch, while she slowly cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow. "Um ... can I tell you something personal Dad?" Mila asked somewhat timidly, before adding a scorn-filled addendum as she turned back to her husband. "Something that my Doctor has confirmed twice!"

Ricky blanched visibly and covered himself momentarily before blushing again and dropping his hands. Nichole must have known what was coming because she called him back to her by patting the couch where he had been sitting before. "It's not your fault Baby, come sit by Momma." I watched as he eagerly complied, probably to be able to cover himself again, but I was somewhat surprised when Nichole shifted over against him and pulled his head in to rest on her bosom. "There, there, that's a good boy."

Mila, walked over to stand near me, seemingly to distance herself from Ricky prior to continuing her mocking report. "Medically, I'm still a virgin. My devoted husband may have technically penetrated me with his ... penis. According to my gynecologist; he has more than enough length but, even though I have a normal aperture in my hymen, he simply lacks the girth necessary to rupture it. Apparently, he can fit through without tearing me.

In disbelief, I glanced at my wife to see if she could confirm Mila's account. She met my eyes while continuing to soothe Ricky's hair and gave me a slight nod, both indicating yes, and prompting me towards Mila. With that, I was suddenly back in my senior year of high school. I had pretty much spent the year making the rounds with any girl I chose, including a few coeds that lived on my block when I decided to crash the prom king's after-party. He had been sniffing around Nichole for months and I'm sure was hoping to get in her pants. Anyway, my buddies were always challenging me by picking out a possible conquest, hoping I'd fail (I rarely failed). They of course chose Nichole who lost her cherry to me that night in the prom king's bed. Unlike most of my conquests, I felt a connection with Nichole and after notching my bedpost a few more times, I asked her out on a real date. By the end of summer, my Dad had noticed that we were fucking at least once a day and pointed out that she had managed to close the door on the barn. In other words, I was hooked. He knew it, my mother knew it, Nichole knew it, and I just needed him to say it out loud for me to know it. I asked her to marry me by the next weekend.

After the few moments, it took me to flashback to high school, it was like a switch had been turned back on in my brain. I realized that what I enjoyed the most about being a bull, (besides the girls screaming my name of course) was cucking the girls' dates! My arm went around my daughter's shoulders before I even thought about it. I had just marked my territory without concern for the ramifications. Did Mila want me to push this to its expected conclusion? Would there be a conclusion, or would cucking Ricky become our way of life? How would this affect my marriage?

The answer came quickly. As I continued to watch my wife cuddle and soothe Ricky like a toddler, I saw the corner of her mouth lift. She nodded a second time as she recognized the expression on my face and knew I finally got it.

Just then the doorbell rang and I smiled. "Ricky, since you can't seem to do the job in the bedroom. You're going to have to earn your keep in other ways." I reached for a decorative box we keep on an end table with petty cash and counted out three ones holding them out to the boy. "Get up and answer the door. I've already paid and tipped by phone but you're going to give the driver an additional three dollars."

Ricky hesitated and then wined, "I'm naked!"

"Go on and do what your father says." Interjected Nichole.

He looked scared but slowly started moving. "Oh, get up and earn your keep!" I demanded, to which he practically sprang to his feet. Handing him the money I continued. "When you give him the money you need to tell him the extra tip equals one dollar for every inch of your penis!"

Mortified but still erect, he complied quoting me to the shocked delivery guy, who burst into laughter a second later. On a whim, the guy whipped out his phone and told Ricky to hold the food down by his thighs and took a half dozen photos of my humiliated Son-in-law.

I glanced at Mila, who had been watching the spectacle unfold with a smirk on her face. "You okay with this?" I whispered.

She smiled up at me and nodded. "Oh, yes!"

I took the food and started for the dining room. "This is big people's food Ricky, we'll find something for you later, but you can watch us eat."

Mila retrieved three settings and set the table as Nichole rearranged the chairs to seat two people on each long side, instead of one on each of the four sides. "Ricky, sit with Momma from now on."

I ate a few wings and a slice before reaching down and pulling Mila's chair closer to mine. She just smiled up at me and then looked smugly at her husband. I slid my arm around her as I slowly eat my next slice. "Nichole, what should we do with the boy?"

Nichole cleaned off her fingers with a napkin before petting her surrogate baby. "We have some formula to supplement his diet since he's not going to be eating supper with us anymore."

Mila grinned up at me again. "We have diapers for him too, as well as ways to punish little boys who act out."

Her statement seemed to ping my radar a bit. They had no intention of bringing the man out of the boy, they were definitely trying to push his fetishes into overdrive! But, if keeping him in a continuously aroused state was their goal, how was this to affect the other three members of the house? I pondered the possibilities as we finished our meal.

After dinner, Nichole disappeared for about ten minutes as we moved back to the living room. Mila and I sat across from her husband. "How does it feel?" I asked cryptically.

"What do you mean?" Ricky meekly inquired.

"Knowing that you aren't going to eat with us at the big table anymore? Knowing you aren't even man enough to pop your wife's cherry? Knowing that she and her mother have been plotting ways to humiliate you?"

He couldn't respond verbally, nor could he make eye contact, but my questions had produced elevated respirations, flushing, and a 'pinky finger' that had returned to full erection. My berating him seemed to have an exaggerated effect on him. While Mila could yell or mock him, my being a dominant male figure, seemed to push all the right buttons for him. "Is he gay or bisexual? Just what is his deal?" I asked.

Mila looked thoughtful for a few moments searching for the words to describe his status. "He's not gay or bi, he's completely heterosexual. He has paraphilic infantilism. It's a combination of masochism, diaper fetishism, cross-dressing, and a few other things I told you about earlier, but he has a very strong pseudosexual masochistic streak. He gets off on humiliation and you and I are the ones that can humiliate him the most. Mom on the other hand wants to ... no, needs to be a mother to him, she's really excited to be able to care for him. As for me, he's ... perfect."

All the clinical talk certainly didn't seem to be in line with Ricky's excitement, but my confusion only lasted a few more seconds, as Nichole strode in wearing a button-down top I'd never seen before. She moved to the sound system and programmed some music before turning back. "Is Ricky hungry?" She asked.

Ricky sat up straighter looking over the back of the couch. He didn't respond right away, looking as if my wife may be trying to trick him in some way. I glanced down at Mila whose smile seemed to broaden, as her eyes narrowed. Leaning into my shoulder, she slid a hand onto my thigh. "I hope you're ready Daddy, I really need you to play your part," she whispered barely loud enough to hear. "Don't let Mom down."

I had no idea why it was suddenly my job to get my shit-stain of a Son-in-law's rocks off but I knew that Mila and Nichole both wanted me to be the bull so that was what I would do. "I don't think he's earned anything to eat! The kid's been married for over a year now Nichole, and he hasn't even busted his wife's cherry! I don't think that deserves anything but a knee in the nuts. Maybe that would help him find them."

I stood up dragging Mila with me. "What do you say, Mila, do you think he's man enough to keep you as a wife."

"I'm not sure, Daddy. I mean maybe he just needs to be taught what to do," she stated while gesturing to her husband.

"Maybe she's right, Sweetheart," agreed my wife, as she unbuttoned the top three buttons on her blouse, then sat next to Ricky and turned her attention to him. "You have to be a good boy, Ricky. If you are, Momma will give you a special treat."

"Is that what you want, Boy?" I asked, stepping a little closer and watching as he cowered closer to his Mother-in-law. In truth the question was rhetorical, I had no intention of taking his lead. I was going to use the sissy to make the rest of us happy.

"Look at me when I talk to you, Boy! I wouldn't want you to miss anything." I pulled Mila around so that she was between her husband and myself and then wrapped an arm around her putting my hand flat on her stomach.

She sighed and leaned back into my embrace, putting her hands over mine to pull it tighter against her belly. I started rocking gently side to side as if we were already lovers, dancing quietly in our own world. With my free hand, I traced down her arm and was delighted to see it erupt in goose flesh. "Are you seeing this Ricky? Your wife likes my touch. She's got goosebumps and rock-hard nipples." With that, I moved my hand slowly from her arm to graze across her breast before cupping it.

Mila's breathing became labored as I squeezed her right breast, letting my thumb flick across her distended nipple. "I think my daughter has made her opinion known Ricky. You're about to be shut out of the bedroom. If you're not man enough to stop me, I'm going to fuck her in front of you! If I do you will never again be allowed to touch her in a sexual way. Do I make myself clear?"

As I waited for a response from Ricky, I realized that I had just drawn a line that if I backed off of, it would mean that I would be the pussy from then on. I wasn't going to let that happen, unfortunately, that meant I was now committed to incest with my only daughter. As I glanced down at Mila's breast in my hand, felt her labored breathing, and watched her tilt her head to the side, eyes closed, exposing her neck to me, I knew Mila was more than ready to give herself to me.

I flicked my eyes to my wife to see how she felt, only to see her breathing almost as labored as Mila's. Her eyes were hooded, and one of her hands had just popped another button and was slipping inside her shirt to caress her own breast. Her other hand forced Ricky's head into position to nurse if it hadn't been for her shirt still in the way.

"It's okay Ricky," Nichole said. "Daddy will take good care of her and I'll take good care of you. That's what you really want, isn't it?"

I didn't wait for an answer. "Show your husband how hard your nipples are Mila," I commanded, as I took hold of the hem of her shirt. She didn't protest in the least, biting her lower lip, she raised her hands over her head, allowing me to pull the garment from her body. I cupped both of her firm twenty-year-old breasts as Mila reached between us to release her bra. "Do you want to be the one to uncover her tits Ricky?... No, you don't do you Sissy Boy? If you did, you'd have to admit that watching your wife being serviced by a real man would plain do it for you. I bet the thought has you ready to cum. The thought of your wife being more turned on than she's ever been with you." I paused a few seconds listening to Mila's gentle whimpers and soft moans as I massaged her breasts.

Nichole had started openly massaging her own breast while I taunted Ricky and she gasped as I suddenly pulled Mila's bra away from her heaving B-cup-sized mounds of perfection. I admired them for several moments noting that she lacked any sign of a crease below either orb. The light brown, gumdrop-sized nipples were surrounded by crinkly areolas slightly larger than a quarter. Both women let out a long moan as I took hold of both nipples and stretched them to their limits. I smiled at my wife as she seemed to have a minor orgasm from just watching things unfold. Ricky, on the other hand, started to tremble. I could see the conflict of emotions tearing at his mind and body. "Momma," he whimpered, "... can you stop him?"

I laughed as Nichole shook her head no. "Not if you want your wife back Ricky. You have to do it. She must not have told you but she's fantasized about this from the first day you two started dating. She loves you but knows you're a sissy and wants to be taken by a real man. When I told her how her father fucked at least a third of our graduating class we decided that he would be the one to claim her away from you Baby. You still have a choice to make though. Either get up and take your wife's hand, leading her to your own room, or recognize that what you really want is a mother."

I listened to my wife give Ricky an ultimatum but I wasn't bothering to watch. I was busy admiring my daughter's perfect torso. I had already known she had a face that could be on any magazine cover but I hadn't realized how perfect her physique was until now. Her skin was flawless, and tan, not a single freckle or blemish marked her face or body. I wanted to see the rest and popped the snap on her jeans before yanking them to the floor in one jerk. Her legs were a work of art, smooth, long, and contoured as God had meant a woman's legs to be. Her hips were womanly, flaring smoothly from her narrow waist. Her sex was covered by a white silk bikini, complete with small ties on the sides. I reached around her, grabbing an ass cheek in each hand. I explored their shape and firmness with my hands, envisioning a Brazilian beach volleyball player's ass before pulling her forward and burying my nose in her crotch. The scent of her arousal was simply ambrosia and I lost myself in it for an unknown amount of time. When I remembered where I was, Mila was desperately clutching at my hair and driving her sopping wet panty-covered pussy into my face as she came.

"Oh, Ricky," I exclaimed, as I steadied Mila through her release. "You have the perfect woman as your wife. Just look at her perfection. Her intelligent mind, her beautiful face, bright eyes, cute nose, and kissable lips. Her long hair and beautiful body... so sculpted and easily aroused. She's a perfect copy of her mother."

I stood and looked down at my son-in-law. He had curled up on the couch with his head in Nichole's lap. I looked at my wife, seeing only minor changes that had taken place over the last two decades. Her breasts had filled out in childbirth to a firm D cup and she had a few laugh lines around her eyes but otherwise, she looked exactly like Mila. I felt immensely lucky to be carrying around the cock I was given, along with the knowledge of how to use it, enabling me to catch such a creature as my wife.

"The time has come Ricky," I began, "your chance has passed. Your wife is now off-limits to you. I'm going to let you see what a real man can do to a woman this one and only time. After that, I'm going to make love to your wife whenever I choose, wherever I choose, but never again will it be in front of you. You simply don't deserve to get off because of me."

Turning to Mila I instructed her to show her husband what a real man's cock looked like. I have to admit that Mila didn't mindlessly drop to her knees and start fishing out the object of her desire but smiled instead while turning to her husband. She was still breathing heavily from her orgasm as she began to taunt him herself.

"Ricky, I'm really looking forward to seeing Daddy's cock. Mom has told me all about it but even if she hadn't, anyone could see that it's bigger than yours, even with his pants still on." I watched as both Ricky and Nichole glanced down to scope out my package. Because I was wearing lounge pants and was sporting about three-quarters wood, my size wasn't difficult to guess at. "Although I have to tell you, Ricky, I love the way my Dad looks without a shirt. I was watching him just this afternoon mowing the lawn and I almost came from that sight alone. You're going to have to wash the window, I had to lean my forehead and hands on the glass just to remain upright."

Mila wasn't near tall enough to remove my shirt on her own, so she stepped up onto the coffee table to gain the necessary height. I smiled and raised my arms as she reached for the bottom of my shirt and lifted. Even with her standing on the table, she still couldn't pull my shirt all the way off of my hands, so I lowered them. Once my chest was bared, she started running her hands all over my chest, and abs admiringly. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this!" She stated, as her eyes and nostrils flared. I glared down at Ricky while Mila explored my chest and arms, even leaning in to smell my skin.

Ricky had rolled onto his back trying to roll all the way over to face Nichole's now exposed belly. She was stiff-arming his shoulder preventing him from completing the roll. "No, not watching won't keep it from happening, Baby Boy. If you want your treat, you need to either watch or stop it from happening," instructed his mother-in-law. Afterward, Ricky slowly turned his frightened face towards Mila and me.

Losing patience, I grabbed her hips and pulled the ties on both sides of her bikini panties, flinging the small garment who knew where. What I found underneath, was a woman's bush, neatly trimmed into a perfect triangle. It was small enough to hide under the bikini without covering her labia at all. I was guessing that my wife had coached Mila on how to trim it, as it was styled exactly the way I like it. I planned on spending hours snacking between her legs and didn't like hair in my mouth but enjoyed enough growth to say 'woman' and not "little girl".

Ricky whimpered, while Mila and Nichole both gasped at the suddenness of the panty's disappearance. "Finish unwrapping your present Mila!" I ordered my surprised daughter. "Daddy's going to do what your sissy husband couldn't!"

Mila quickly stepped off the coffee table, reaching for the drawstring on my pants at the same time. She pulled the bow and loosened the tension in my waistband before pulling it past my hips and paused, staring at my still-covered cock as it prevented the pants from falling to the floor. As she reached inside to draw out my cock, she said, "Your penis never did that Ricky!"

Only a second later Mila had wrapped her hand around my shaft and was pulling it out of my pants. As the pants pooled around my ankles, Ricky whimpered again, Mila gasped again, and Nichole moaned. I noticed that Mila's fingers were shy about half an inch from being able to circle my still-growing erection. "Now that's a cock, Ricky!" Exclaimed my daughter as eight and a half inches of man meat met her eyes. "God, it's big Daddy! Mom said it was but I had no idea they came this big ... Ricky, are you seeing this?" Mila and I both looked at her trembling, wide-eyed and whimpering husband.

"See Baby, I told you Daddy would take care of his little girl," as my wife reached for what little was between Ricky's legs. Using just her thumb and forefinger she pumped him a few strokes. "He can do things that this baby penis just can't. Once he puts his cock in her, she will never want you to touch her again!"

I started laughing as I scooped Mila up, only to lay her on the coffee table with her ass at the end. I couldn't help finding it funny that percentage-wise, Nichole using two fingers left about the same amount of exposed flesh on Ricky's penis, as Mila did on mine using her whole hand. Ricky was the only one not laughing when I pointed it out a moment later. He could only stare as I knelt between his wife's legs.

My mirth dissolved immediately as I got a look at Mila's stunningly beautiful pussy from a real angle for the first time, instead of looking down past her breasts. Her meaty outer lips had flowered, exposing her moderately sized clitoral hood and leaking inner lips. I dove in not wanting to waste a single drop of her juices. In seconds, Mila's legs were clamping around my ears and her fingers were locked into my hair. I feasted for several minutes wanting to build her close to her second orgasm of the night. As I sensed her getting close I pulled away. Mila was reluctant until I told her it was time, then she moaned and started begging. "Oh yes, Daddy. Please! I've wanted you forever. Please do it now!"

I glanced at the couch to see my wife's shirt completely open, exposing both breasts. She was tugging a nipple while using two fingers to give Ricky a 'hand job'. Ricky was bucking his hips and squeezing his mother-in-law's other mammary, while his eyes were locked onto my cock as it started gathering juices from Mila's pussy. Her inner lips opened eagerly each time, allowing my glans to swipe across her hymen.

Nichole was obviously nearing another orgasm herself, as she moaned encouragement to Ricky. "That's it, my little sissy boy, watch as he fucks her! Cum for Momma when he takes her cherry! Be a good boy and cum for Momma!"

I returned my eyes to Mila's and found her watching my cock separate her lips. She seemed fascinated, but I wanted to keep her close to cuming so I started pressing her mons with my palm and rubbing her clit with my thumb, quickly bringing her back to the edge. Only this time I didn't stop. I let her orgasm wash over her, and as she screamed out her release, I lined up my tip and shoved it through her hymen. I grunted as my head ruptured my daughter's barrier, even though the noise was swallowed up by the noises of Nichole's and Ricky's well-timed releases. However, Mila's vocal release abruptly silenced as the sudden pain surprised her. I could tell that she was still riding an intense orgasm as the silent scream kept her eyes wide and mouth shaped in an 'O'. I held still with only my glans inside her, as her orgasm subsided and her back slowly lowered to the table.

As soon as she could speak, Mila gasped out, "Oh ... God Daddy! ... You. You ... did it!"

"You're mine now!" I said gently, but commandingly. "I don't want that sissy to touch you with his little boy penis ever again!"

"Don't worry, Daddy. He won't"

I glanced at him as Nichole, started whispering to him. "That was a very good boy, Ricky. You came right when Mamma told you to. Because you were good, you can have your treat now." She held her nipple out to his lips and encouraged him to nurse. "That's it, my good baby boy, suck momma's tit." I made eye contact with my wife who mouthed a thank you to me. She let her new baby suckle for a few moments before adding. "I know you must be hungry, Ricky. So I've got your supper here." With that she produced a breast-shaped bottle and placed it over her own tit, forcing Ricky to switch nipples. He was soon feeding contentedly.

When I looked back at my new lover, she was grinning from ear to ear with eyes full of love and unshed tears. "Can I have the rest of that now?" She asked teasingly.

I was very happy to spend the next thirty seconds working the rest of my cock slowly into my daughter's untouched interior. She was most definitely a tight fit, and I could feel her cervix just before I bottomed out. I knew that if I wanted to give her a hard fucking doggy style, then I'd be hammering on it with every thrust. Right after her next orgasm, I let her know what that was like and she squirted for me during two of her next three orgasms. Her mother occasionally squirts for me but with Mila's scent perfuming my thighs, I was driven to completely new levels of passion. I've always been a heavy creamer and I must have dumped nearly a half cup of cum into and on her. It was after midnight when Mila and I finally got tired enough to call a break and take a shower.

It was then that we realized that Nichole and Ricky had vanished from the living room at some point. Knowing what had probably happened, Mila led me to what I thought was one of the spare rooms, only to discover that they had turned it into an adult nursery. Ricky was sleeping soundly in an adult-sized crib wearing a onesie that made him look like a panda bear. I looked around to find baby-themed wallpaper, toys, and an adult-sized changing table. I shook my head and closed the door.

We made our way to the Master bedroom, where we found my wife reading a book in bed. She greeted us by asking Mila if it was as good as she had been promised. Mila's grin and nod said enough but she added an "Oh, yes!" while looking smugly up at me.

The next hour was spent explaining their whole plot to get me to bed Mila while allowing Nichole an outlet for her nurturing needs (including the fake argument this morning). I just looked back and forth between them shaking my head. "Why marry the sissy? I'm sure I can get Mila pregnant within a month or two, and ... "

I was bowled over by Mila as she squealed and was trying to drown me in kisses. "Really?!? Daddy, would you really get me pregnant?!?"

I shrugged. "Sure Baby! You can go off birth control any time you want. I'd rather wait a few years though. That way we can enjoy each other for a while first, but if it gets the sissy out of the house I'm game."

"No!" Exclaimed both women simultaneously.

"Dad," Mila began, "I know you don't understand how it's possible, but I love Ricky. We're good friends in every way. We're even compatible sexually, because he gets off on humiliation, while I like to humiliate him. Plus if it wasn't for him, I'd never have gotten you into my pants." She added with a sly smile.

Nichole spoke up quickly before I could object. "If you and Mila give me grandchildren, I will love them as grandchildren. That's not the same as what I need from Ricky being an adult baby. He needs me and Mila both ... actually he needs you too, Jason. But anyway, I like to watch you in action ... it makes me hot. For some reason when I'm caring for him, it makes me just as hot. With him, it's both nurturing and sexual at the same time. If you kick him out, Mila won't have anyone to cuck; I won't be able to get off thinking about the two of you or by caring for Ricky; he will be missing his two main support systems, and you will get a hell of a lot less pussy from either one of us!"

"You can't possibly be thinking about fucking that pantywaist?"

"Of course not, Jason! I do love how enthusiastically he pretends to nurse from me though and making him cum that tiny little squirt of his, is just too cute.

I sighed, knowing I would do almost anything to keep Nichole and Mila happy. "Okay, so ... how do we work out the sleeping arrangements?"

After glancing at each other, Nichole was appointed to explain. "You're still my husband. As long as you sleep with me, both physically and figuratively most nights... assuming I want you to," She added jokingly. "And excepting the occasional night that Ricky needs me, you can fuck Mila to your heart's content. You can even take her to your book meetings out of town if you want. Ricky will need me anyway, and I wouldn't be able to be gone that long. Oh and Jason, I think Mila would love to watch you work a bar as much as I do. Now that you remember the real you, take her out and let her watch you cuck some guy. So in other words, as long as Ricky stays, you get two and sometimes more, beautiful, sexy, caring, and horny women that love you, while the rest of us get exactly what we need.

Mila smiled, leaned over, and kissed me. "It's a win, win, win, win situation Dad." After stroking my cheek and staring at me for a moment, she added, "You two have fun. I'm going to shower and then I'm going to bed."

I watched my daughter's gorgeous naked ass walk somewhat tenderly out of the room, before announcing that I was headed for a shower of my own and stood. In a blink, Nichole slid out of bed and dropped to her knees in front of me. "Oh, no you don't! I'm not missing my first chance to taste Mila!" She exclaimed, before grabbing my cock to begin cleaning me off with her tongue.

I had to shake my head, as I watched Nichole suck my hardening member into her mouth. She was excellent at giving head and not the reason for the shake. I had just realized that the sissy boy wasn't such a burden after all. Life is perfect.