There was one more mission Vanessa had to perform before her world was perfect.
Her dad had moved out of that hotel and into a not very impressive apartment. Possibly this too was meant to be temporary, but Vanessa shook her head in disapproval as she pressed a button on the outside of the building to communicate with her father on the intercom.
“Who is it?” Walter Claiborne said in a hesitant voice.
“It’s me, Dad,” Vanessa said sharply.
There was a long pause before Walter finally pushed the buzzer to let her in.
She marched up to the third floor, where Walter had his place. When he opened the door, Vanessa saw that the inside of his apartment was just as unappetizing as the building itself. And her dad also looked in bad shape: disheveled, with a mop of uncombed hair and wearing nothing but a not terribly clean sweat suit.
“Daddy, what’s the matter with you?” she cried.
“I don’t know what you mean,” he muttered.
“You know exactly what I mean. What have you gone and done this for?”
“You should ask your mother.”
“I have asked her–and she’s told me all about it.”
Walter’s eyes expanded. “She did?”
“Of course she did. So what’s the big deal?”
“What’s the big deal? She–she slept with a woman!”
“Yes, and what’s wrong with that?”
Walter fell silent, dumbfounded at his daughter’s indifference. Although he professed liberal values, he still couldn’t get out of his mind the image of his own wife servicing, and being serviced by, another woman–someone who had been in their house many times, with her husband–right in the bed they themselves occupied and made love in.
“Nothing, I guess,” he said grudgingly. “But she should have told me she was–like that.”
“Well, maybe she was afraid you’d react exactly as you did–like some stupid old bigot.”
“I’m not a bigot!”
“Dad, you need to let Mom express herself–sexually and otherwise. That’s what spouses are supposed to do. You have to be more understanding.”
“I’m trying, dear. Really I am.”
“It’s not as if she slept with a man. That would be very bad.”
“It sure would!”
“So what’s the fuss? Anyway”–and her voice became low and sly–“I’ve been told straight men kind of get off on watching two lesbians go at it.”
“Your mom’s not a lesbian!”
“You know what I mean. It’s like, what’s better than seeing a woman naked? Why, seeing two women naked! Don’t you think so?”
“Maybe…”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t get a kick out of seeing Mom and–what’s her name, Diane?–getting it on. Were they licking each other’s pussies?”
“Yes.”
“Pretty hot stuff, right?”
“I guess.”
“And wouldn’t you have liked to join in?”
Walter shivered as if hit with a cold blast of air. “They wouldn’t have wanted me.”
“I don’t see why not. As you say, they’re not pure lesbians. They’re bisexual. They probably would have welcomed you poking them here and there with your thing.”
“Vanessa, that’s very naughty!”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. But I tell you, Dad, being with a woman can be really stimulating.”
Walter gasped. “Vanessa! Don’t tell me you…”
“Yup. I’ve been with a couple of women now, including”–she deliberately paused for effect–“Mom.”
Walter was now so flabbergasted by this revelation that he staggered backward and landed clumsily onto the couch in the living room. “You–and your mother?”
“You bet. Her pussy tastes real good. Doesn’t it?”
“Um, yes, it does.”
Vanessa approached Walter, standing over him as he gazed up at her from the couch. “Of course,” she said in a low voice, “I like men too.”
And with that, she flopped down to her knees and, looking her father in the face, pulled down his sweats and briefs to his knees, and took stock of the hardening member thereby revealed. It was a bit shorter than Jack’s–but at seven inches, it was certainly nothing to be ashamed of! And as Walter watched in amazement, Vanessa plunged as much of it into her mouth as she could.
If you’re wondering why Walter didn’t put up more of a fuss at this obscene act, it was because he had secretly yearned for carnal congress with his daughter for years and years. And who wouldn’t?
He did manage to mutter, “Vanessa, you really shouldn’t be doing this,” in a tepid bow to conventional morality.
Without taking his cock out of her mouth, she looked up at him as if to say: Daddy, I know you’ve wanted this for a long time–you’re not fooling anyone. Having gotten quite a lot of experience at cocksucking from Jack and Sullivan, she at one point managed to swallow almost his entire organ, tickling her nose with Walter’s pubic hair. But then her gag reflex kicked in, and she had to pull out, expelling a stream of saliva all over his member.
But she suddenly put a stop to the proceedings and stood up. Calmly saying, “Let’s do this right, Daddy,” she ordered him to stand up and, taking his cock in her hand, led him into his bedroom like someone dragging a dog on a very short leash.
Once there, she slowly but systematically undressed. Walter watched her striptease with rapt attention, reveling in the gorgeous physique she was revealing.
“Omigod, Vanessa,” he breathed, “you’re so beautiful.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said modestly.
Walter peeled off his clothes instantly and leaped into bed. Vanessa followed him more sedately, but presently they were engaged in all manner of intimate unions. It was an ecstatic reacquaintance for both of them, as they’d not had much to do with each other ever since Vanessa had started going to college. In some ways she’d forgotten the many years she’d spent under his roof, but now all the memories of her beloved father came flooding back. So this was far more than merely a succssion of physical acts; it was the expression of the deepest love and tenderness.
Walter was startled that Vanessa enjoyed rear entry, and even more surprised when she told him that Merrilee had also warmed to the procedure.
“I’d tried to convince her to do that for years,” he whined.
“Well, she likes it now,” Vanessa said. “And lots of other things too. Like double penetration. I wonder how she’ll react to triple penetration?
That thought inflamed her also, and she looked forward to the three dearest men in her life–Jack, Sullivan, and Walter–probing her in all her orifices at the same time. And the idea that they might explode in her simultaneously was so thrilling that she used it to bring herself to orgasm while riding her father lustily as he gazed up at her lovely form.
After it was over, Vanessa said, “So… you’re gonna get back together with Mom?”
“Of course, dear,” Walter said.
“Good. There will be others ready for you too.”
“I can’t wait.”
*
Walter was soon welcomed into the fold. But it became inconvenient to have seven people all in one house, so a certain division of labor was effected:
The older folks–Jack, Joanna, Walter, and Merrilee–stayed in Jack’s house, while Sullivan, Vanessa, and Eileen found a small rental house of their own. Meanwhile, Eileen had brought in a lovely and affectionate bisexual woman, Harriet, into the mix, making Sullivan feel like a pasha with a three-woman harem at his disposal. But there was plenty of swapping between households, and parents and children mingled cheerfully over a night or a weekend or sometimes a whole week.
They were all adults, so what was the harm?