Teri, little Nessa, and I leave the amusement park early as planned. Disneyland food is pretty dismal, and we want a tranquil, quality dinner before heading back to the beach house to relax. The restaurant we've chosen is located in a lot not far from the vacation house, and it is encircled by a plaza of newer, luxury stores. I wade through the front door alone to check on the waiting list. An hour. Not bad for a weekend in Orange County.

The overtaxed waitress smiles brightly and takes down my name. She hands me a square plastic buzzer that blinks red and is supposed to let me know when our table is ready. I thank her and quickly text Teri:

1 hour wait. That okay? They gave me a buzzer.

She responds immediately:

Great, but Ness and I saw a store across the way. Mind if we check it out for a bit?

Go for it, I type.

Taking advantage of the wait, I scope out an empty seat at the bar and order a beer. I am sitting, nursing the ice-cold brew when my phone lights up again. It's a text from Teri.

What do you think?

Below the text is an image that makes me catch my breath. Teri is posing in front of a dressing room mirror, holding her phone to snap the picture of herself wearing a leather corset with strategically-placed metal rings sewn in.

Wow! What kind of store did you find there, hottie???

Designer lingerie, baby!

I'll say so! I like those designs...gives me designs of my own.

I hope so, she replies.

No more texts pop up for several minutes, and I find myself daydreaming about my afternoon. The family restroom. Family. I hadn't realized just how much I want to be a part of that word. Teri and Nessa, both mine. What could be better?

The thought is interrupted by another image text:

Whatcha think?????

The slang spelling and overenthusiastic question marks do not sound like Teri at all. If anything, she's a language purist in her own messages, even though she never chastises others about it. But the text, I surmise, isn't really from Teri. One glance at the photo confirms this. In the image, Nessa poses, holding the phone in front of her just as Teri had done. She is wearing the same corset Teri photographed earlier. The laces are strung tighter across her torso, and a few of the buckles are, by necessity, cinched to the last loop. On Nessa, the corset comes down just far enough to obscure her panties, as if it is some kind of mini-dress; however, the top sinks a few centimeters below her sweet, tiny nipples. She's grinning shyly at me.

I stare dumbfounded at the photo as my cock suddenly strains painfully against my pants. I glance back to the text-"Watcha think?????" I know exactly what I think, but should I respond? I consider it. Does Teri have any idea what Nessa is doing in the dressing room? Would Teri ever see this image...or my response?

No, definitely not. Nessa is quite technologically savvy for her age, as many of her generation are. I remember her playing silly music for me on her iPod to and from the ski trip, and I smile. Surely she will be erasing these texts just as quickly as they are sent.

It looks lovely on you, I type back.

Now tell me what you really feel???

You're HOT!!!

You can do better... She taunts me.

Nearly fucking came all over my phone?

LOL, THNX!!! ;)

I see what she's doing, and I wonder how conscious she is of her little power game. That text has me by the balls, and I get the feeling that this is exactly the point. Nessa likes to flirt with danger as much as with me, I recognize with a shiver. This cannot be good, not good at all.

A minute later, another picture arrives. In this one, Nessa has loosened the corset. It hangs across her, threatening to drop away. One arm is extended toward me, presumably holding the phone, but her other arm is reaching down between her legs. Nessa is panty-less, and two slim fingers disappear into that magical crevice I explored earlier in the family restroom at Disneyland-and which I can still feel against my lips and cock.

I turn my phone off and close my eyes for a minute, trying to regain composure. Holy fuck! What am I doing? Nessa's danger fetish must be rubbing off on me, because I am suddenly overwhelmed not by fear of the unexpected and illegal photo on my phone but by a rush of adrenaline: a pounding in my chest and an unstoppable smile.

My phone lights up again.

OK. All erased. Moms checking out now. Bye!

Thank God, I think, and I'm feeling almost like bouncing up and down the way Nessa did before we left the Disneyland restroom. She's made me euphoric again, and the feeling is so powerful that it cancels out the effects of the beer. I finish the final swig anyway and stand up. I tip the bartender too generously and then float back to the waiting area to wait for Teri and Nessa. My girls.

After a very enjoyable dinner together, we arrive back at the beach house in great spirits. The sun has long since set, but the Pacific out the back window remains lit by the unending glow of the city. Together, we glance out the sliding door, across the deck, and we know exactly what we want to do next.

"I'm changing first!" Nessa shouts as she leaps away from us, giggling and heading for the bedroom. She closes the door, and Teri and I hear her suitcase unzipping.

"Seems she's overcome that sullen mood, huh?" Teri says.

"You were absolutely right," I admit. "A perfect vacation will do that for people."

"It's not perfect yet," Teri says, waving a finger back and forth at me.

"Really?"

"Of course not," she scrunches her eyebrows together. "We haven't used the hot tub yet!"

The bedroom door opens and Nessa bounces out in a bright orange and pink polka-dotted two-piece bathing suit. My stomach drops away, leaving me breathless as she waltzes past me, her young, flawless skin glowing in the lights. Smirking at me, she heads out the back door.

"Be there in a minute," Teri calls to her and pulls me toward the bedroom too.

I wonder if Teri has other plans in the bedroom, but we simply change into our suits, grab towels from the bathroom closet, and join Nessa in the hot tub. The water is perfect. Stinging hot at first touch, but welcoming. To escape the cool evening air, I slide easily into the water, letting the heat envelop me. "Ohhhh," I sigh. "I so need this."

"Tell me about it," Teri sighs, sliding in next to me.

"You guys are weird," Nessa says, chastising both of us from the other side of the tub. "What do you need?"

"Don't you see," I say, pointing a finger at Nessa, "that you wear us out?"

Nessa scrunches her eyebrows together. "Do I wear you out, mom?" she asks.

"You sometimes do, baby, but not today."

"Well," I say, giving Nessa a small wink, "you wore me out today."

Nessa giggles.

"We can do something about that. Take his foot," Teri instructs Nessa. Teri moves across the tub, facing me, and grabs hold of my left foot. Nessa complies, reaching for my right.

I lean back into one of the tubs headrests, and Teri and Nessa give me a soothing foot-rub. My feet are quite sore from all the walking, but Nessa knows that's not entirely what I meant. Her hands caress my feet with an erotic tenderness, and I'm glad she keeps her performance under the bubbling water. Teri's hands are more expert and just as full of intense energy. Each stroke against my skin communicates sensual desire. I close my eyes and sigh loudly for their amusement. This, I think, is as close to family bliss as I'm likely to get. My two amazing lovers side by side, pleasuring my aching feet...what could be better?

"This is heaven," I say.

"Nope," Teri says. "It's really not."

"Sorry," I say. "You can stop now. You don't have to keep going." I start to pull my feet back, but Teri hangs on tight.

"No, I didn't mean that giving you a foot-rub is bad. I just mean that this isn't as heavenly as it gets."

"Really!" I say, perplexed.

"You stay here and keep relaxing, love," Teri says, and then turns to Nessa. "You, come with me."

Without further explanation, both lovely sirens rise from the water and step out of the tub. They wrap themselves in towels and tip-toe back into the house, leaving me to ponder my nearly perfect day. Again, I close my eyes and relax my muscles, allowing the water to lift and move my arms and legs. As I half sit and half float, my mind's eye imagines both Teri and Nessa. How is it that I can be so drawn to both of them? While the idea goes against everything I was ever taught about families and society, my experience demands that I account for the facts. Before long, I am developing a sloppy theory about genetics and animal attraction, convincing myself that it must be natural for me to be attracted to both Teri and the daughter with whom she shares so many physical attributes. And if it is natural, then who says it has to be wrong?

"Relaxed?" a voice whispers close to my ear, and two hands slide down my chest. I look up and see Teri smiling down at me. "Come on. If you can still walk, it's time to step out of there."

"What is this all about?" I ask in a deliberately curious tone, playing along. In truth, I am extremely curious, but I'm also trying not to get anxious. I'm relaxed, and I just want to "go with the flow."

Teri doesn't answer. Silently she leads me from the tub and into the house. At the doormat, she slowly and lovingly towels me down. She pulls on my shorts, and I let her take them, sliding them all the way to my feet. Her caressing hands have already had an effect on me, so my cock pops free and hangs there, jutting forward, half stiff.

Still silent, Teri towels my cock, my balls, and each leg. She kneels, finishing each foot lovingly, then looks up, smiling. My cock grazes her nose, and she reaches up and grips it, kissing it lightly and then licks slowly up the shaft with a slow, wide tongue. I groan with pleasure and feel myself harden further.

"You like?" she asks, and I groan again. "Then follow me."

Naked, I follow Teri through the living area and into the bedroom. At each corner, I fear running into Nessa again, but perhaps that is what Teri needed her for, to make sure the girl was properly situated and wouldn't interrupt us again.

As I enter the bedroom, I see Teri's favorite accessories on the bed. It's the rope again. I grin. Her penchant for this is growing on me. "You want me to finish my dare, do you?" I joke.

"Yes, but not tonight," she says, halting me. "Tonight it's your turn."

"But..."

"No buts. It's going to be amazing, I swear."

"I'm not afraid..." I say, only half believing.

I sit down on the bed, and Teri maneuvers around me, coaxing me into position. Finally, I am propped on pillows in the middle of the bed, arms splayed, and Teri is tying each of my hands, spread-eagle, to the formidable oak bedposts which form part of the headboard.

"Are you sure this is entirely necessary?" I ask, trying to sound lighthearted, but feeling more nervous than I expected.

"If you want the most unforgettable night of your life, then, yes, shut up and give into it."

"Got it," I say, needing no more encouragement. I sigh, trying to expel any nervousness and hang on to the relaxation and perfect day I've had so far.

"Now this," Teri says, pulling a leather eye mask from behind her back.

My eyebrows shoot up, but I don't dare protest. Teri grins at me and then sets about fitting the eye mask around my head, buckling the strap at the back. The mask is fur-lined and comfortable on my face, but it serves its purpose well. The room is entirely blacked out; I see nothing.

I feel Teri's smooth thighs slide across mine. She is straddling me and massaging my bare chest. "Now you're mine," she says teasingly. "All mine."

"That's sounds nice," I say, breaking my silence.

"You like the idea, huh?" she asks. "Being all mine?"

"I do, yes," I say, and then, thinking back to the day we planned this trip, I remember truth-or-dare and her words to me. "Tie me up and have your way with me, Teri," I say, mimicking her and making her laugh.

"Are you sure?" she says.

I repeat her words again. "I trust you, love...with anything."

"Good," she says, taking her hands off of me. "Then I hope you like my way." She gets up quietly, and I hear her walking out of the room.

A few minutes later, as I'm beginning to wonder what sort of dare this is, I hear Teri coming back. The end of the bed creaks as she sits by my feet and begins to rub them again.

"You already did..."

"Shhhh!" Teri stops me mid-sentence. "Don't talk; just relax."

She's rubbing both my feet again, just like in the hot tub, except this time I'm naked and tied to a bed, and in the hot tub there were four hands, not...wait!

I still see nothing beyond the utter blackness of the eye mask, but I gasp quietly and concentrate hard on what I...thought I felt: pressure on both feet. One...no, two hands on the left foot, and anther hand on...no, it can't be.

"What's going..."

"SHHHH!" Teri scolds louder this time. "No talking; just feel!"

But I AM feeling it! The more I feel, the more the world seems to be spinning away from me. Teri's expert hands move from my left foot onto my left ankle and calf, massaging me with a confident sensuality. But incredibly, two hands also glide over my right foot, spread fingers slipping tenderly across the top of my foot and onto my right shin, lightly but surely massaging further up my lower leg. They are soft hands, lighter with their touch, and...

My mind refuses to accept it, but yet it's undeniable. They are Nessa's hands! They caress me with the same electric intensity as before, under the water of the tub, but now...I am naked, tied to the bed, and Teri is here, and...

"Oh my God!" I blurt out, unable to keep it in. "Oh my God...Oh fuck! Teri!"

"Shhhhhhhhhh!"

This time, Teri's shushing is quieter again. Slow and assured. Comforting. While I grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut, even behind the mask, I maintain control and stop talking. My breaths are suddenly shallow and ragged. I feel heat rising into my skin, enveloping me in warmth...and hands moving past both knees, not lingering, but moving onto my quadriceps, massaging each thigh muscle until it unclenches and submits to their kneading.

My mind swirls with the implications of Nessa and Teri working over my naked body. I can hardly think straight. Nessa's dainty hands have moved to within inches of my cock, and Teri's are there too. As if understanding exactly what I'm thinking, two hands slide forward, one moving from the left, another from the right, and encircle my cock which is half flaccid from anxiety, half hard from the realization-still only half-conscious-of what is happening.

"Ohhhh," I groan deeply, giving in to the exquisite sensation, and Teri doesn't shush me for it. Just as I exhale into another low pleasure-moan, a hot wetness pats softly against my cock, first from one side, then from the other. Then both sides. "Ohhh fuck!" I groan again.

Blinded by the leather eye mask, I still see nothing, but my ears are on full alert. I hear a stifled giggle. Nessa. Then another, throatier chuckle. Teri. Then the warm sensation returns and I can now imagine it in my minds eye: Teri and Nessa lying against my sides on the bed, each licking playfully around my cock with their tongues like it's a popsicle...and giggling together.

As if knowing I have figured out their game, I feel them sit up and scoot toward me. My anticipation is crackling across my skin, standing my hairs on end. I am completely unprepared for the assault on my mouth. Without warning, two soft, exploring tongues part my lips and join with mine, breathing soft, sweet breaths that heat my lips and send my mind reeling again. I join in and caressing each tongue with mine, shivering with the marvelous abandon of a taboo-breaker as I feel Teri and Nessa lean across me and kiss each other deeply with slow, passionate sighs of delight.

"I love you, mommy," Nessa whispers as they pull apart. At the sounds of her melodic voice, I shudder, only realizing now that I still doubted it was actually her, but no longer. Nessa's voice, and Nessa's body pressed against my bare skin is undeniable proof.

"Are you okay now, sweetie," Teri's voice asks. I open my mouth to answer but realize she's not talking to me. My voice catches before I make a sound, and I listen.

"I'm...perfect, but..." Nessa's voice trails off.

"Yes, sweetie? What is it?"

"But I want him to see me...to see us."

Teri caresses my chest as she answers, "But I wonder if he can handle that, babe. We may have just scared him away...like the others."

"But he can't!" Nessa objects, her voice a pleading whine. "He's not like them. He's...I don't ever want him to leave, mommy!"

It's strange, their speaking about me as if I wasn't right next to them, but my voice still hasn't returned. My smile has. At Nessa's loving words, my lips crack into a wide, satisfied grin, and I realize how elated I am that Nessa feels this way and is confiding it to Teri so freely.

Teri! A realization that has been knocking at the door to my consciousness for the last several minutes finally breaks through my thick skull and steals my breath away. She knows. She has known. She must have known about...everything! This devilish little twosome has played me like a...

"Can we take his blindfold off?" Nessa asks.

Without another word, hands are skimming across my hair and tugging at the buckle behind my head. The mask slips away, and I squint hard into the brightness. Nessa's face is close to mine. She peers into my eyes as if searching for a secret message inside my skull, and I sense that that is exactly what she is trying to do. I lift my eyes to Teri, who is smiling down at me with a complex and mysterious gaze-a hint of the sultry and the motherly, proud lioness and sexy vixen.

"You both..." I rasp. My throat is dry, but I'm no longer afraid. The pounding in my chest is raging with excitement, maybe awe.

"Yes," is all Teri says, nodding.

"The ski trip?" I ask.

"Yes," Nessa says, with a huge, nose-crinkling grin.

I lean back my head and laugh, expelling all of the pent-up anxiety I'd been carrying. I feel my cock swelling with desire again, no longer held back by worries and fears. Teri still towers over me, smiling. I notice that she and Nessa are both wearing the leather corsets they took pictures in just an hour ago...a lifetime ago.

"I fucking love you," I say, looking from Teri to Nessa, from Nessa to Teri.

"No fair though," Nessa exclaims, hands planted on her hips in mock disapproval.

"What?"

"Like I said, I like being tied up way better than you!"

"It's true," Teri laughs, nodding her head. "She does."

"Learned from the best." Nessa winks at her mother, and they begin to pull at the knots holding my hands to the headboard.

As these two angels free me, I come alive with a massive adrenaline high. I tackle both of them to the bed, one in each arm, cuddling my face to their heads and kissing them. "You evil, evil bitches!" I laugh, and they can't stop laughing either, and then, without a word, we are three-way kissing again.

Nessa hands a length of rope to Teri, then turns away from her mother to face me. We all sit on our knees on the massive king bed. As Teri pulls Nessa's thin arms behind her, Nessa pitches forward and stretches her neck, bringing her face close to my cock. I lift my hips and she opens her mouth wide. Teri finishes knotting the rope around Nessa's wrists, and then loosens her grip on her daughter's hands, letting her pull further forward and onto my cock. Nessa closes her lips around me, and I feel the pulse in my cock pounding against the inside of her cheeks.

Teri leans over Nessa's back and kisses me as the girl works over my shaft and sucks vigorously on the tip of my cock, sending shivers from my hips to my toes. I pull Teri's face harshly against mine, pressing her lips into mine, forcing my tongue into her throat, seeking to close the space between us completely. Teri matches my ferocity by doing the same, our tongues warring for position as Nessa more enthusiastically presses me into the back of her throat, showing off. Without even seeing it, I'm impressed! My balls clinch as she breathes on them, moaning against her bonds which Teri still holds, helping Nessa maintain balance. I shudder, moan loudly, and then Teri is pulling the girl off me and straightening her into a sitting position on the bed.

"More rope, please," Nessa pouts. A thin sparkle of saliva wets her face from the corner of her mouth to her chin.

"As you wish," I say. I lean in and kiss the saliva from her chin, grasping the second length of rope. It's not long, but Nessa's petite frame accommodates it well.

I wrap the rope across her arms and chest twice and still have enough of the length to tie a formidable knot between her elbows. Once the rope is cinched snug, Nessa closes her eyes and purrs softly, "Mmmm, thank you!"

I shrug at Teri, and she giggles and shrugs back. Then, with a sweep of her arm, she pushes me onto my back, lifts Nessa into the air, and sets her down on me, legs straddling my face. "Sit down, sweetie," Teri instructs, and Nessa bends at the knees until her smooth pussy settles perfectly across my mouth.

"Ohhh," Nessa moans as I press my warm lips against her. I open mine, and then use my tongue to explore between hers, the delicate labia parting to welcome me into her again. It's even better than the table in the restroom. I dive into her, forgetting anything else until I feel warm heaven slide over cock. As Teri presses her mouth onto me, I press my tongue into Nessa's sweet slit, matching her. All three of us are grunting and hissing in rhythm. Nessa, trussed and transported, eyes closed, is riding my mouth like a cute little cowgirl. Her pelvic thrusts press into me and brush her crevice across me, bathing me-chin to nose-in her wetness.

Teri grips my balls and kisses up and down my shaft viciously a couple of times, then raises her body and straddles me, plunging herself onto me without warning. The heat of Teri's wet cunt around me makes me gasp in wonderful surprise and sends me racing toward climax!

Too soon! I reach up and lift Nessa's sweet bouquet from my nose. I flip her onto her back, grasping her neck. As I tilt her head sideways, pulling her toward me, Teri reaches under Nessa's slim hips and pulls the now blushed and shiny-wet pussy toward her. Nessa's knees bend over Teri's shoulders as Teri presses in to taste her daughter's well-used pussy. My fingers stay wrapped around Nessa's neck, holding her head cocked to the side to meet mine. I flick my tongue lightly between her lips, encouraging her to taste herself on my tongue. Sweet Nessa surprises me by leaning over more and, with a soft purr, closes her lips over my tongue and sucks it. "Tighter," she whispers between breaths. I look up at the ropes, but they look plenty tight to me; Nessa's pale skin bulging above and below the biting cord around her upper arms. She opens her eyes, seeing where I'm looking and shakes her head. "Hold me tighter," she whispers.

I test her meaning by readjusting my hand around her delicate throat and squeezing gently. "Ohhh, god!" she rasps, and I don't know if it's about my grip on her neck or Teri's vigorous oral fucking above. I suppose it's the combination. Together, we are making Nessa shake visibly with pleasure. Goose-flesh appears and disappears on her arms. Her cheeks flush red, then purplish red, and I realize I am gripping her throat ever tighter as she squirms and struggles against Teri's tongue. I loosen my fingers, but Nessa growls "Tighter!" until I firm up my hold again, changing her rapid breaths into wheezing gasps, peppered my more impatient moans.

As Nessa's breaths grow shallow and quick, her lithe body clenching rigid, Teri thrusts more intensely onto my cock until she is bouncing all of us up and down like a bronco rider-like mother like daughter, I think. I feel my balls ready to burst, and I press myself up to meet Teri's rhythm, thrusting myself deep into her with every bounce. I pull Nessa's mouth to mine, my hand still a vice across her throat, pulling her lips against mine. She releases a strangled moan of pleasure into my mouth and slides her tongue slowly and sensuously across mine, circling my lips, wetting them.

I reach my free hand around Nessa's snugly tied torso, and slide it across her smooth chest, yet to develop but still prickling with two stiff nipples. I tease one, then the other, and she gasps. She feels so incredible as she struggles to handle Teri's relentless tongue across her pussy, teasing her tiny clit, my fingers tugging gently at her nipples, and my other hand gripping nearly all the way around her thin neck, holding her mouth to mine.

Teri peeks over Nessa's flat stomach at me. Intoxicating passion surges through her and is reflected in her intense eyes, half closed yet full of the glassy black of her dilated pupils. The hungry fervor written on her face reflects exactly how I am feeling, and with the realization of this complete communion between us, my head swims with overwhelming lust for her, for her AND Nessa-and this whole impossibly unreal experience! With a grunt, I shove my tongue forcefully into Nessa's mouth and shoot a strong, pulsing load into Teri's pounding cunt.

Teri moans as my white-hot cum fills her. She dives ravenously into Nessa, cupping her lips around Nessa's mound, sucking hard as her tongue probes deeply inside her daughter's pussy. Nessa shrieks in response, but her cry is muffled both by my tongue filling her small mouth and my palm held firmly across her vocal cords.

Nessa pants and squints her eyes closed, crinkling that dainty, cute nose of hers as she joins us in a profound, intense three-way orgasm. Situated as we are with Teri sitting atop my throbbing cock, Nessa's legs now stretched taut, resting on Teri's shoulders, and her head down by mine, we form a triangular circuit of blissful and mutual gratification-giving and taking equally-an infinite loop of ecstasy and adoration.

An eternity later, our energy drained, the triangle collapses. Teri drops, sliding away from my hips to the bed, letting Nessa's legs slip down next to mine. I release my aching hand from Nessa's throat; she sighs deeply and, without words, snuggles her face into the pillows. Teri reaches up while I reach around Nessa, and together we untie the girl's arms and wrists. She flops one of her released arms across my chest and snuggles into my side. Her other hand finds Teri's and clasps it, squeezing it in that special, silent communication which mothers and daughters enjoy. Teri scoots her head up to the pillows, snuggling into her daughter, sandwiching the girl's petite form between us. She looks across Nessa, meeting my eyes. The fiery hunger that was there before has faded, but only because a new emotion, glassy and warm, has overcome it. We hold each others' gaze as we hold Nessa between us massaging the girl's fresh, red rope marks. We don't speak; we just smile back and forth at each other. Teri pulls the bedspread up and over our huddled mass, and we close our eyes, holding on to each other and letting go of consciousness.

My mind drifts through all of the tension, secrets, and excitements of the past several weeks-hell, of the past several hours-and those things now hold no power, no threat. I am at peace with my desires and with those whom I desire. I feel as one, cuddled tightly to my girls...to my family. This is the happiest place on earth.