“Aah!” Samantha exclaimed, her voice strained, pressing her hips aggressively against her dad’s fingers. “Aaah! F… FUCK!” she cried out in ecstasy before her body went limp and she lay against Josh, feeling his heart through his chest, beating with an urgency that matched her own as she panted, every nerve on fire as she tried to calm her breathing and heart-rate, recovering from the first orgasm of her life that had been at the courtesy of fingers other than her own. Josh put his arms around her again and hugged her tight, his semi-recovered erection nestling in the furrow between her firm, meaty buttocks.

“Oops!” she giggle, peering over the side of the tub once she had got her body and senses back under control. She pulled a comically worried face at her dad. Josh looked past her and saw the bubbly mess that was now the bathroom floor and realised that the bath inside now contained at most half the water it had when they’d got in.

“Oh my!” he chuckled, reflecting that while his wife had been fine with him getting intimate with their pre-teen daughter, this was something she might actually consider grounds for divorce! “Maybe we should continue this in the bedroom?” he suggested. Carefully, stabilising herself with both his hand and the side of the bath so that she did not slip over, Samantha got out and grabbed a warm towel from the rail. His passion cooled for the moment by his concern over the state of the floor, Josh carefully followed her then sat on the edge of the bath to dry her off, just as he had when she was little. “Go on!” He gave her rump, pink from the hot water and from being pressed against him, a playful slap. “Go find Mummy. I’m going to clear up in here and come join you. Can I trust you to keep her distracted until I’ve had a chance to sort this out?” He winked. “Otherwise I might not survive long enough to get a taste of you and that would be a real tragedy!” Giggling, Samantha assured him that she was more than capable of holding her mum’s attention and scampered off to the master bedroom.

Fifteen minutes later and rather pleased with his efforts to save his marriage, Josh came back upstairs wearing his dressing gown, having taken the pile of wet towels he had used to mop up the bath water, as well as his own clothes that had become collateral damage, down to the washing machine. Nobody had come to check on him in that time so he was fairly confident that, whatever they were doing, his wife and daughter must be enjoying themselves! The door to his bedroom was ajar, as if inviting him in, and before he even set foot on the landing, he could hear the by now very familiar squeaks and moans made by Samantha in the throws of passion.

Pushing the door open, he saw his wife laying on the bed, naked, shamelessly pleasuring herself with her fingers while their daughter straddled her face, her knees resting on the pillows, Laura’s tongue hungrily exploring her tight young cunt. Samantha looked over and grinned at him as she saw him come in and he decided to stay in the doorway and watch as his daughter leaned forward and began to play with her mum’s boobs which were of course a lot bigger than her own but still pleasingly firm and perky. It was only a few minutes before both reached their respective climaxes and Samantha a little shakily climbed off her mum’s face and lay on the bed. Laura wiped her mouth with the back of her hands then offered her fingers to Samantha to lick the honey from. The pair lay on the bed on their sides, a space between them, both looking with love and desire at Josh.

“Room for a little one!” Laura smiled seductively, patting the mattress. “If you’ve finished flooding the house, that it?” She teased. He shot a look at Samantha who gave a sheepish giggle and shrugged. Chuckling a little, Josh took off his robe and hung it on the back of the bedroom door which he pushed closed. Seeing his wife and his daughter both laying naked on the bed, waiting for him and knowing exactly what was going to happen was enough to make Josh semi-hard once more as he climbed onto the bed and laid between the two very warm, sweaty bodies.

“I’m all warmed up now, Daddy!” Samantha leaned and in whispered to him breathily. “It’s time to pop my cherry!”

“Are you sure?” Josh asked, feeling himself get considerably harder, not hindered by his wife’s warm hand which reached across his hip to stroke and caress him but mostly from his daughter’s words and the way that she was looking at him. “There is still time if you want to…”

“No, Daddy!” she pounced him almost angrily, pushing him onto his back, straddling his stomach and holding him down by his shoulders, her mum quickly pulling her hand out of the way. “I want this tonight!” She leaned in closer, her nose almost touching his. “I want you.”

As he lay in a state of slightly shocked arousal, he felt Laura’s hand once more, grabbing his now rock-hard manhood and holding it upright, allowing Samantha to lower herself onto it. The naked eleven year old gasped, her eyes wide, then licked her lips slightly, looking lovingly into Josh’s eyes and her plump lips parted to welcome him. Carefully, she lowered herself a little over an inch before lifting herself up again then pushing down once more, a little further this time. She lifted herself once more and her mum moved her hand away before Samantha pushed down with force, taking her beloved Daddy’s thick, throbbing manhood all the way up inside her.

“Spit me, Daddy!” she gasped, beginning to bounce up and down. “Spit me like a piggy!”

“I thought you were a turkey?” Josh teased gently, holding her hips as she rode him.

“On Christmas I will be!” she gasped out, loving the feeling of being stretched out inside. “Right now I’m your fuck toy! Use me, Daddy! Fuck your toy!”

When he awoke in the morning, Josh expected to spend some time snuggling with both his special ladies but opened his eyes to find himself alone in the bed. He waited for a little while to see if they were perhaps in the bathroom, maybe Laura helping Samantha clean up and deal with any soreness from her new experiences the night before, but fifteen minutes passed with no sign of them. Slipping on his pyjama bottoms, Josh put his robe back on and went downstairs, finding his wife and daughter fully dressed, or Samantha at least in a light sundress, sitting at the neatly-set kitchen table where cereal, fruit, yoghurts and a fresh pot of hot coffee were waiting for him.

“There you are, sleepy-head!” Laura grinned, pulling back a chair and patting it. “We thought you were going to sleep all day!”

“It’s… not even eight?” Josh replied, feeling puzzled as he sat down and finding the smiles of both his wife and daughter bordering on sinister in their unblinking friendliness. “And it’s Saturday?”

“Exactly!” Samantha gushed, leaning forward and putting her hand on his thigh. “And you’re going out with your friends today! You don’t want to be late, do you?”

“But that’s not for…” Josh frowned but did not finish his thought as a mug of coffee and bowl of cereal was pushed towards him. “Should I check if this smells of almonds?” he asked, chuckling a little nervously, picking up the coffee and sniffing it suspiciously.

“Oh just enjoy your breakfast!” Laura laughed. “Then go get your shower!” Feeling rushed by the two pairs of eyes intently upon him, Josh ate quickly, finishing his cereal then taking a banana to eat on his way to the bathroom. While in the shower, pondering why Samantha and Laura were acting so strangely, he heard the doorbell ring. Passing the top of the stairs on his way back to the bedroom, Josh paused to listen but could hear no voices other than those of his wife and daughter, although he could not make out what they were saying, so they did not seem to have any guests. Still puzzled, he got dressed and went downstairs where the pair were now waiting for him once more, Samantha with her coat in her arms and Laura holding out his phone in one hand and his car keys in the other.

“Okay, you’re definitely trying to get rid of me!” Josh chuckled. “What have you two got planned?”

“Why should we have anything planned?” Laura responded with that same non-credible brightness she had used when refusing to answer her questions before. “Just go enjoy your day!” Deciding that whatever this pair had planned for the day was not likely to be detrimental to him and that he was not going to get any satisfying answers out of them until they were ready, Josh put his coat on, took the offered phone and keys, then kissed both of the special ladies in his life and headed out to the car. They stood in the doorway, waving constantly with the same almost maniacal grins on their faces until he had driven away and the house was out of sight.


To be continued...