Chapter 30

Going with the "Burning Love" Elvis reference, Mindy looked down at the erection in my pants and kidded, "Michelle, the man and his best bits have entered the building! I repeat, they have entered the building!"

I vaguely recalled some kind of popular reference about Elvis leaving the building, though I never quite knew what it meant. Acknowledging her joke, I said in a chagrined voice, "I married a comedienne."

Mindy put on an Elvis sneer and said in her best Elvis voice, "Thank you very much," slurring the words together the way he did.

That made Michelle laugh even more. It was quite a sight to see, since her black top remained wide open in front. She looked at me and said, "Awww. Look at Daddy, Mom. You've got him 'All Shook Up.'" She cupped her immense tits from below and ostentatiously shook them.

While laughing, Mindy replied, "So in other words, you're saying, 'Don't Be Cruel.'"

Michelle was laughing so much she said, "Stop! You're killing me! Really, stop!" But the humor had a force of its own and she couldn't help but add, "You have to stop! 'It's Now or Never!'"

Even I, in my current frazzled mood, couldn't help but find some humor in all their Elvis jokes. So the three of us shared a good laugh. All the while, I couldn't take my eyes off Michelle's constantly moving F-cups!

For some moments I nearly forgot how outrageous Michelle's comments had been. But as the laughter died down it all came back to me. We're talking about my penis, and her desire to "help take care of it!" It's so wrong! What would my relatives or neighbors say? What would Nicky say?! Or my mother?! But I was so horny that my conscience was dulled.

I looked at Michelle and pondered her brazenness – as well as her impressive body. She never had a problem with self-confidence, so I shouldn't have been so shocked at her bold behavior lately.

But then I looked at Mindy. She was even more of a surprise, with the way she was taking all of this sexual teasing in stride. A little teasing is one thing, but how many families joke about "Daddy buffing?" Were they taking things too far already? I wasn't sure. It was just verbal, after all, and I had agreed to allow this kind of thing.

I looked back and forth from one of them to the other, uncertain if I should spur them on. I didn't know what to say and ended up merely asking my wife, "Sweetheart, are you going to let her talk like that?"

"Like what?" She still had a wide smile on her face, but grew more serious. "Oh, I know what you mean. Shame on you, Michelle, for trying to avoid my question. Didn't we teach you any manners? When I asked you what you would do in bed with your father all day, saying 'I think we could find ways to pass the time, if you know what I mean,' is no answer. I DON'T know what you mean. Please tell us. In lurid detail!" She was smirking now. Apparently her seriousness was just a momentary pose.

Michelle smiled back knowingly. "My bad, Mom. Well, first I'd want to find out what he's trying to hide between his legs. He wouldn't even give me a single peek! Don't you think if I've been a good girl, I should get a peek of it every now and then?"

Mindy replied, "Certainly. More than a peek, I should hope. Don't tell me he won't let you touch it or taste it either? Daniel! What have I told you about sharing things in this house?" She turned to me and winked.

My wife appeared to be having the time of her life. I could see a blush spreading down her neck, and her breathing was heavy and fast. She'd gotten out of the pin-striped business suit she wore to work when she came home, and now she wore just a loose T-shirt and skirt. If she still wore a bra (and I didn't see any signs of one, now that I checked), it wasn't doing a thing to hide her hard nipples poking through the fabric. I knew all of her signs of arousal, and she looked like she was about to have a climax right on the spot!

I, on the other hand, was writhing in discomfort. Was I aroused? Hell, yeah! My penis knows no morals. That's the problem with penises. But my brain was displeased.

Grinning from ear to ear, Michelle said, "Mom, I can answer that. You always say, 'Share and share alike.' Don't you?"

"I sure do."

"And if, say, Ruby were here, isn't it only fair to share with her too?" Michelle's face was flushed with excitement.

"Definitely! Of course, we can't share with just anybody, but Ruby's like family." Mindy's face was filled with lust too.

"Just what are we talking about sharing?" I asked warily. "Oh, you know," Michelle replied with a mysterious smirk.

"Yeah, you know," Mindy agreed, then emphasized the point by exaggeratedly wiggling her eyebrows, Groucho Marx style.

That cracked both of them up, and even I couldn't help but laugh. They still didn't answer what they were talking about sharing, although I could guess easily enough. My new rules said my penis was off limits, but I supposed teasing about touching it was okay.

Michelle suddenly stood up, right in front of me. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm feeling overdressed."

My mouth must have hung to my chest as I watched her dramatically take her black top all the way off. Then she stretched up high for good measure!

Her stretching was so distracting that I almost missed the fact that her panties were gone! I could see the pink of her pussy lips! I got an even better view of that area when she stretched up high, which she did a couple more times for good measure.

Mindy didn't seem bothered by any of this. She actually clapped! "Good show, Daughter! You're going to be an EXCELLENT big-titted tease for your Daddy, aren't you?"

"Definitely!" Michelle cupped her twin torpedoes, and then started sensuously caressing them all over. "Ruby and I have been talking about this a lot. Why have such cumbersome and heavy basketballs stuck to our chest unless we can do some good with them? And what better purpose than to help Daddy feel good all the time? I just hope his great big cock is thick and stiff!"

Mindy gleefully looked to my crotch and said, "Let me check!" Her hand began crawling across my leg like a spider once again. But now my defenses were down and my arousal was up so high that I didn't fight her off. I saw her smile even wider as her hand wrapped around the obvious long lump in my pants.

She said to Michelle, "I have good news for you: it definitely is!"

Since she was still standing, Michelle moved forward until her legs were up against the table. It looked

Like she was trying to get a good look at my crotch. Luckily, my chair was pulled up close to the table, so I didn't see how she could see anything.

However, Mindy had her hand wrapped around my bulge, and she didn't seem too careful about hiding that from Michelle. She'd never done something this sexual and brazen to me with one of our daughters in the same room. If she didn't let go soon, Michelle would figure out what was happening before long. I couldn't believe I wasn't trying to stop it!

Michelle said mischievously, "Oh, by the way, on a totally unrelated note, Mom, I have a very serious question for you. While Daddy and I were playing around on your bed, I accidentally put my hand in a puddle of some kind of clear, sticky goo."

"You didn't!" Mindy cried out. It seemed that revelation shattered what restraint she had left. Her hand started stroking up and down my bulge.

"I did. I smelled it and tasted it, but I didn't know what it was. I was wondering if you could-" "Wait a minute," Mindy interrupted. "You TASTED it?!" Her other hand came over to my lap in a

Much more obvious way than the first hand had been prowling around. I tried not to look down, but I could feel her fumbling around, trying to undo my zipper. But she was so excited that she was having trouble pulling it down. I just sat there stupidly.

How could our daughter not notice that my wife was about to jack me off?! Michelle was still standing at the edge of the table. I could see and smell cum running down her inner thighs!

Luckily, Michelle seemed oblivious about Mindy's fumbling, probably because she was so enthralled in telling her story. "Yes. Is that okay? I licked up whole big handfuls of it while Daddy watched. He wouldn't tell me what it was, though, and I was wondering-"

"Wait. If you'll excuse me!" Mindy looked back and forth between me and Michelle. I thought her eyes were going to pop right out of her head. I heard a zipping sound – she'd finally managed to get my zipper down. I prayed that Michelle hadn't heard it, even as I wondered what Mindy would do next.

Would she really start jacking me off right in front of our daughter? Or would she even blow me, right there and then?

But she didn't do either thing. Instead, she suddenly stood up, knocking her chair over in the process, and said, "I really have to go to the bathroom!" Then she rushed out of the room.