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The Parent Game
By: Phil Phantom
HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com
Dick couldn't believe that the same man who was sexually molesting his
fourteen-year-old daughter and knocked her up, was the same man his wife
was having an affair with and had knocked her up. Both were showing and
looking equally knocked up, four months along when Dick first noticed the
swelling on young Cassidy, then took a harder look at Melody, then placed
them together on a bed and saw that they were about equal.
The same son-of-a-bitch did them both equally, and the son-of-a-bitch
buddy who was down on his luck, offered a roof over his head and a table to
sit at while he got back on his feet, never bothered to use those feet
toward any productive end other than reproduction, using his feet to go
from one bedroom he didn't belong in to another he had no business in,
stopping in between to eat like a horse and drink beer like a fucking free
loader who had it made in the shade.
Toby Tucker was some fucker to still be in that house after what he'd
done, but he looked comfortable, secure, happy, and pleased with himself as
though his role was to fuck all the pussy and make all the bastards. Like
that was all he needed to do and he was doing it well.
What was even stranger, neither the wife nor the daughter were ashamed
of their bellies. If anything, they seemed proud, lying nude, side by side
on the master bed trying to see who could make their tummy appear the
larger, as though Dick were a pregnant belly judge who couldn't decide
which made the cutest belly. They were both using beavers to influence the
judge, showing shaved-bald pussy, but he noticed those things several
months before he noticed a belly problem and a couple of months before he
recognized that he had a problem with a stale house guest making himself
too at home.
Dick had known for months that Toby was the fucker responsible for
fucking them both, but he thought he was being a responsible fucker,
especially with the little one who was not on the pill. Dick thought for
sure Toby would be extra careful with that one. She was so young. It was
obvious as Dick surveyed the equal damage that his buddy hadn't been at all
careful from the start with either of them.
They were equally cute. Cassy had the cuter pussy, but Melody had the
better tits. The bellies were equal, about four months along. They
confirmed that they both missed their periods at about the same time,
roughly five weeks after Toby moved in and started giving them great,
all-over, sensual massages. That would make them both four months
pregnant, well past the first trimester, going the distance whether the
husband and father liked it or not - fuck.
Dick had been a decent sort about all of this monkey business from the
time he first suspected he was being made a monkey of by a horny wife, and
he was incredibly understanding of Toby's sexual interest in Cassy, and of
hers in him. The man did give a good sensual massage. That was not easy.
Dick deserved some sort of award for not acting like a husband, but a medal
for not acting like a father.
The award would come from the American Cuckold's Association, and the
medal would come from Child Molester's Anonymous. He earned both by being
good natured about it, looking the other way, and getting lost when he
needed to get lost, especially when Toby would get too frisky with Cassy
and needed privacy to fuck her, though Toby didn't need any, and Casey
didn't seem to care while getting her cute pussy lips massaged by a manly
adult cock.
Dick needed the privacy and often had to get lost to find any, but he
refused to give Toby any privacy to carry on a sexual affair with his wife.
Dick refused to leave his own marital bed, but that never bothered them.
It was a king-size marital bed. As it turned out, the garage made into a
bedroom for Toby wasn't needed. He could use the master bedroom or Cassy's
bedroom. Which bedroom he used was a toss-up. Half the time, Dick got a
good night's rest, and half the time he didn't get much rest, or he'd get a
little and lose a little depending on how much of Melody Toby got in one
night.
Now this. Dick didn't know what kind of award or medal he was due for
being a good sport about this, but it sure wouldn't come from Planned
Parenthood. Dick simply could not decide which pregnant belly he liked
best, so he felt up Cassy's, then felt up Melody's. While feeling Melody's
little melon, she said, "You are being a very good sport about this, Dick.
I think any other man would find this terribly upsetting - a pregnant wife
and a pregnant daughter, both pregnant by the same good buddy."
"I find this upsetting, too, Melody, but there is no use crying over
spilt milk. If you are both four months along, you are both going to bear
Toby's babies. I wish I had know he was making babies."
"What did you think he was doing, giving us deep vaginal massages with
his cock?"
"I assumed you were on the pill, and I assumed he was having safe sex
with Cassy. I thought he would at least pull out in time."
"You should never assume. Remember, assume makes an ass out of u and
me. Isn't that what you always say?"
Dick stood straight and looked straight at his wife's face as he said,
"My fault. I did assume that you wouldn't want to get pregnant with
another man's child. And I also assumed that you would not want Cassy to
get pregnant at her age."
"You must feel like an ass, then."
"Why, Melody? Why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to
deserve this? And why drag Cassy in on this? Why, Melody, why?"
"You brought him in to our home and told him to make himself at home.
You didn't ask me or Cassy. Well, he did just that, Dick. You can call me
weak, and you can call me a sucker for a sensual massage, call me stupid
and irresponsable, but I never set out to get pregnant or even cheat.
Cassy never set out to become sexually active with an adult and get
pregnant. We were just trying to be polite and friendly to your guest. I
won't tell you we didn't enjoy his attention or the sex we ended up getting
from his sensual massages, but you kept us in that environment, and kept
telling us to be patient all the while he walked all over you and took
liberties that you can't imagine."
"Like."
"Like replacing my birth control pills with a placebo and telling Cassy
that it was safe for him to cum in her pussy because he wasn't fertile. He
told me that, too, and I stopped taking the placebos or objecting to him
cumming in my daughter's fertile pussy. After finding out that he was
safe, I got a big charge out of jacking him off in her pussy. We both did.
She did me; I did her; we pretended we were getting each other pregnant.
Imagine our surprise when we stopped bleeding from the pussy on time and he
said, 'Gotcha!'"
"Why am I just now finding out that he gotcha both?"
"Because I was pissed, not at Toby, at you. He was a stinker. I kissed
him and told him so. I told him he got us good, but you were a fucking
idiot to subject us to a hung and sexy stinker when you had to know he was
a hung and sexy stinker who gave great nude massages to two very horny
females who love sexy men with big cocks. Did you actually think we
wouldn't want our pussies massaged with a cock like that, or that we
wouldn't want the inside massaged as well as the outside, or that a man
might cum while making sluts purr like kittens?"
"Okay, Melody, you made your point, but why let Cassy make it with you?
Was it really necessary to rub my face in two pregnant bellies?"
"It was her idea. Ask her why. While you're at it, feel up her
pregnant belly again. I know you loved doing that, so do it again and ask
her why she wanted to rub your face in her pregnant belly. Rub it good.
I'm sure she'll make you a better beaver while she tells you why she wanted
to stay pregnant and be a good little whore for your sexy stinker buddy.
Don't even act like you don't want to. She knows you like seeing her this
way and can't wait to watch her get bigger and bigger. Go ahead, prove to
her that she made the right decision to make you happy. Let me see you
praise her and reward her. She earned it. Now kneel between her legs and
reward her."
Dick thought about that while looking at Cassy's pregnant tummy and a
better beaver. Though he hadn't honestly thought about his motivations, he
had to, now. Since the milk was spilt and he had a big hardon, he knelt
and placed reverent hands on her swelling, ran them over her belly
reverently while watching a better beaver become the best possible beaver,
a beaver so good he simply had to kiss it, then French kiss it, then look
up to say, "Why did you want to stay pregnant, Cassy?" Before returning to
oral attention to her beaver.
Cassy smiled to her mother, then looked to the daddy gorging himself on
pregnant daughter pussy, and said, "I figured you must want to see me
pregnant or you wouldn't have brought me a sexy stinker and got so hard
whenever he acted like a stinker with me. I figured you might kiss my
pussy if I got good and pregnant for you and was a good whore for your
stinker buddy, as good as your wife is. I guess I was right. You sure are
a good pregnant pussy kisser."
Melody reached over and slapped him on the back of the head and said,
"Now, kiss mine, you fucking asshole. While you're at it, kiss the fucking
asshole, because he fucks that, too. GET OVER HERE!"
He quickly got over there and quickly got to work as she said, "Make me
feel good about remaining your wife or you are going to be free and single,
wondering what the fuck happened to all of your shit, you fucking pervert.
French it, you bastard! French both fuck holes, and French 'em until I
feel better about being Mrs. Dick Shorter with a dick shorter than Cassy's
pinky finger. You'd better French better than that, Dick!"
Dick got her to be content with remaining Mrs. Dick Shorter, but she
wasn't thrilled about it, although Casey was glad they weren't going to get
a divorce. She also thought his dick was much bigger than her pinky
finger, though it was nowhere near being a cock. Her mom had a tendency to
exaggerate, and her dad had a tendency to minimalize. They both had a
tendency to allow a cock to have its way. Her mother should be on her
knees kissing pregnant pussy, too. All things being fair and all. Fat
chance of that. At least they were getting along with a new understanding.
That was the main thing, doing whatever it took to keep them under one
roof. Cassy was good at that.
The End
Read other stories by the same author by visiting Phantom Base at
HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com
CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex
practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with open
sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex,
body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of
fantasy and are offered to promote the only safe sex there is -
masturbation. Before you try anything, find out what the risks and hazards
are because they can all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with
minors should be left to other minors. PP
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