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Archive name: parents.txt (M/Ff, cuck, preg)
Authors name: Phil Phantom (pp@philphantom.com)
Story title : Parent Game
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Parent Game (M/Ff, cuck, preg)
By: Phil Phantom (pp@philphantom.com)
HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com
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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 he
could. Like that was all he needed to do and he was
doing it well.
What was even stranger, neither my wife nor my 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 younger
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 known 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'd had a vascitumy. 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
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