Chapter 7

For the next couple weeks, the Giddings’ spent their afternoons near their backyard pool, with Henry joining as quickly as he could when he returned from work. He spent so much time in the wind-blown heat of the West Texas sun that his body tanned to nearly match Flora’s caramel skin. Only the area covered by his swim trunks remained gringo white, a contrast both Flora and Romi found particularly enticing. Henry was just as enamored with the contrast both ladies showed as their cinnamon skin darkened, leaving a lighter hue on those most tender parts that their bikinis covered.

Flora was pleased that they were all able to restrain themselves from allowing swimsuit time to devolve into wanton fondling sessions. In her mind, it was paramount that they remain a normal family, except in the privacy of the master bedroom. Though she had to admit to herself, there were plenty of times it had been difficult to maintain her own rules ... mostly when she spied Henry in his swimwear, his tanned body glistening as he rose from the water. The mere recollection of those scenes caused her to tingle and fidget in her deck chair even if he was nowhere to be seen at the time.

Romi continued join her parents in their bedroom whenever they allowed it. There were only a handful of evenings where such a gathering wasn’t possible, because one or both women were menstruating. For Henry’s part, the thought of blood-tinged sex had never appealed to him in the least, though he probably would have acquiesced if either Flora or Romi asked him to. Thankfully, they did not. Though Flora had read that experiencing an orgasm could ease the pains of cramping, she wasn’t anxious to test that theory.

And though her hormones seemed to keep her attention even when she was on her period, Romi didn’t even like to masturbate when ‘Aunt Flo was visiting’. For some reason she would never fully understand or even investigate, the teen found the scents of arousal to be highly erotic. She was sure that everyone noticed those smells but paid little attention to them. Whereas she would get horny with just the occasional whiff of Daddy’s sweat. Heck, even the scent of her own coochie cream would set her off sometimes. And those aromas were thrown off entirely with the metallic tang of blood, which caused her to shudder with revulsion instead of arousal.

But on most the other evenings, Flora would invite Romi to join she and Henry in the master bedroom. The teen knew she still wasn’t allowed to try taking her Daddy’s cock inside her tender little pussy, but her mother had given her permission to touch and lick her parents as she liked. So, she freely explored their bodies while the three of them writhed on the king-sized bed.

Two nights before the start of the new school year, the three of them thoroughly enjoyed a giggle-ridden lusty romp that culminated with another of Henry’s legendary loads spread over both women’s faces and breasts. They all crowded into the shower in the master bath, lazily washing each other, careful to avoid any aggressive touching, since they were all so very tender in certain spots. Afterward, Flora even invited Romi to stay with them. “Mija, you can sleep in here with us tonight, if you want to,” she said.

Romi was so elated, she felt like her heart would jump out of her chest. “Really?!”

And so, after changing the sheets, some gentle kisses were shared before they fell asleep under a single top sheet. Henry lay in the middle, sandwiched between two large sets of Mexican-American tetas while Romi hummed in contentment until he heard her quiet snoring.

Henry woke the next morning to the sensation of Romi teasing him. She had rolled onto her side, pressing her soft globes into him, flattening them against his ribs while she used her right hand to stroke and jerk his growing meat. His first thought wasn’t a thought at all, but a low groan of satisfaction. Very soon though, he felt he had to say something.

“Sweetie,” he whispered, “you shouldn’t be doing that while I’m asleep.”

“Am I doing it wrong?” she asked.

He chuckled, “No, baby. You’re not doing it wrong. But it’s not right to play with someone’s body without their consent.”

“Oh...,” Romi started to pout as she let go of her Daddy’s thick cock, “ ... sorry.”

Henry looked down at her and smiled. “I didn’t say you should stop. After all, you’ve already lit the fuse, honey. Might as well stick around for the fireworks.”

Romi tittered and grabbed his dick again. She was still amazed that she couldn’t fit the thickness of his member in her hand ... her fingers didn’t touch unless he was fully flaccid. Which, at that moment, he most certainly was not.

“Daddy...,” she looked up at him, suddenly unsure of herself, “can I suck on it for a while before Momma wakes up?”

“I would like that very much, sweetie. But give me a kiss first.”

She flashed him a grin before sliding her body up his so their lips could meet. Then, she moved her head down, parted her plump lips and enveloped the first few inches of his eager dong in her warm mouth. Sucking gently and using her tongue to tickle his piss slit, she purred her happiness, still using one hand to stroke the part of his member that she hadn’t made disappear, which was most of it.

With his wife slumbering quietly on his left, Henry gently urged Romi to rearrange herself on top of his body, straddling his face. She hummed her appreciation at his idea and quickly followed his directions. Amazingly, throughout the maneuver, she never took her mouth of his cock. Once Romi had her thighs astride his head, he looked up at her pristine mound with a reinvigorated sense of awe. So smooth. So clean. Simply perfect. Such a delight to his eyes. He teased her slit with his tongue, causing her hips to twitch and eliciting little murmurs of mirth from her. She had ramped up her dick-sucking efforts, and was doing a surprisingly great job at it, having had so little practice. Of course, Henry couldn’t see her face, but if he had, he’d have seen someone determined to take as much of her Daddy’s meat in her mouth as humanly possible. Her enthusiasm and slobbering effort made his abs ripple and knees shake.

Trying to stave off his explosion for a bit longer, he consciously focused on her pleasure instead. Jamming his tongue inside her slippery sugar hole as far as he could, he used both hands to hold her little butt cheeks and pull her onto his face. While she wriggled atop him, he switched to sucking her little clit, nibbling on it occasionally. The effect on her was immediate and earth-shaking. Her entire body quaked with spasms as she yelled her joy around the thick rod in her mouth. She ground her pubis against Henry’s mouth with such force that he thought she might have given him a fat lip. As her trembles slowed, she pulled her mouth off him temporarily. Gasping for breath, she panted and whispered, “Oh my God, Daddy ... that was ... amazing!”

“Yes, it was,” they heard Flora say, sleepily. As Henry and Romi both looked in her direction, they were both greeted with her typical morning smile. With her hair a mess from nodding off while it had been wet and sleepiness still in her eyes, she reached over and patted her daughter’s taut little butt.

“Don’t stop on my account,” she said to her husband and daughter. “It looks like your Daddy still needs some relief too. Tell me, baby, do you like the way your Daddy’s big cock tastes first thing in the morning?”

“It’s ... yummy...,” the girl said, still whispering. Without further hesitation, the teen took his dick back inside her slobbering, warm maw and began striving to get his cock into her throat.

“Oooh!” Flora observed. “She’s getting good at that, isn’t she Enrique?”

“You’re damned right, she is.”

“Good girl,” Flora said while caressing Romi’s back and her little, flexing rump. When they could hear the girl begin gagging a bit, Flora instructed her daughter. “Try to relax your throat, sweetie. Act like you’re trying to swallow it.”

Romi paused for a few moments to catch her breath through her nose. Suddenly, she pushed her own head down violently, swallowing several times as her father’s mammoth member disappeared completely! She had her nose resting on his balls! Still fighting the urge to gag, she swallowed repeatedly, which felt massaged Henry’s leaking cock in rolling waves, bringing a whole new level of dick-stiffening joy for him. He began to moan and thrust his hips upward without thinking, forcing entirety of his aching rod in and out of her rippling throat. Fucking her throat without mercy. Pounding the girl’s face. Romi’s eyes were screwed closed, and she had tears running down her cheeks, but she was still determined to bring her Daddy the same amount of pleasure he’d given her.

Flora continued rubbing her daughter’s back, encouraging her. “Wow, baby. You’re doing so good! Just a little bit more and your Daddy won’t be able to hold back. Is that what you want, sweetie? Do you want your Daddy to shoot a big load of his cum into your mouth?”

“Mm-hmm,” grunted the teen around the mass of Henry’s member.

“Go ahead, honey,” she urged her husband. “Give our little girl a dose of Daddy cream. She’s already worked so hard to get it, she deserves it.”

Romi’s amazing teen tetas were smushed into Henry’s abs. He reached down to caress the sides of those delightful D-cups just as his ass cheeks clenched, and the first rope of his seed shot straight down Romi’s throat. The alien sensation of her Daddy’s spasming cock in her throat made her pull back, keeping the head in her mouth, and stroking the rest. This allowed her to taste every slimy strand of pearls directly. She held him there until the volume overwhelmed her, forcing her to pull her mouth free. She kept stroking and his cock kept spitting while she gasped and panted for air.

“Dios mio! Mija! You were amazing!” Flora said with genuine pride. She then maneuvered herself so she was face to face with Romi, between Henry’s legs. She kissed her daughter gently, wiped the tears from her eyes, then began dipping her fingers into the copious cum puddle collecting on her husband’s crotch, and on the sheets between his thighs as it drooled and dribbled off his overused balls. She spent several minutes there, gathering as much goop as she desired, which was quite a lot, apparently. As she did so, Romi fell off to one side, splayed out on her back, her generous jugs rising and falling as she gasped and panted for air.

“Wow...,” Romi said, still in a whisper. “That was ... wow.”

Since the new school year was starting the next day, Flora informed Romi that there would be no more ‘special time’ until the following weekend. “If you don’t have plans with your friends,” Flora told her daughter, “then maybe we’ll try again Friday night.”

Romi was disappointed, but she realized why her mom had decided to set such a boundary. To continue with an academic record that had been exceptional thus far, she would need to start each day on a full night’s sleep. So, while she didn’t like having to wait until the next weekend for more time with her Daddy’s thick, juicy cock while feeling his strong hands on her, she understood, and didn’t argue.

Their lives quickly fell back into the rhythm of the school year. Most mornings, they would eat breakfast together before Flora drove Romi to school, and Henry headed to his office. While her daughter was in school, Flora would spend a few hours tending to assorted errands and household tasks. By mid-afternoon, it was time to pick up her daughter from school. While Romi attended to her homework, Flora would begin prepping some dinner for the family. Sometime between 5:30 and 7 P.M., Henry would get back home from work, and they’d a enjoy family dinner together.

Almost every day, Henry would end dinner by helping with the dishes, then retiring to the deck with a cold beer. There, he would take advantage of the pool for a cooling, therapeutic period of unstructured relaxation. Many times, one or both ladies joined him. Taking refuge from the sweltering late-day heat, they lolled in the cool water while dusk fell, and the fireflies appeared. Those moments refueled Henry. As the blazing heat of the day slowly gave way to the quiet of evening, the wind settled, the grasshoppers stopped flitting about, and the crickets broke into full song. And aside from the occasional yelping calls from prowling coyotes, only the quiet, starlit night followed.

In mid-September, the weather changed – not freezing temps, mind you – but even the daytime highs were too cool to make a person crave jumping in the pool. After draining the pool and covering it, Henry sat alone on the deck and silently said goodbye to what had become his summertime refuge. “Until springtime, my friend,” he thought, consoling himself with, “I never have liked the colder months as much as the warm ones. But at least it’s football season. If I’m stuck indoors, at least there’ll be something worthwhile on TV.”

Flora continued to invite Romi into the master bedroom on Friday and Saturday nights, if the teen hadn’t already made other plans with her friends. It surprised Flora that the girl would make any plans outside the house with the likelihood of ‘special time’ on the agenda. But she soon realized that the teen was being mature. Thinking about the big picture. Sure, Romi still enjoyed time with her friends, especially her BFF, Michelle. But mostly, the teen realized that she couldn’t just spend all her free time with her parents, or her friends might pull away from her. Worse, they might get suspicious.

So, on those weekend nights when her plans allowed it, Romi leapt into the time with her parents with full gusto. She explored - tasting, touching, squeezing and licking any part of her parents that caught her eye. Moreover, she allowed her own body to be explored. And sure, she enjoyed the moments when her mother tenderly caressed her body. But she enthusiastically encouraged her Daddy’s touches, licks, slurps, squeezes and nibbles. He could make her insides sing with pleasure while the outside tingled and begged for more.

Flora felt that the time was nigh for her husband to plunge his powerful pecker into the teen’s tender trap. To her credit, Romi hadn’t verbally mentioned it again, but it was clear to Flora’s eyes that the teen was ripe, positively bursting with readiness.

Henry had never mentioned copulating with Romi. As a matter of fact, he never mentioned her in a sexual fashion, except when all three of them were naked together. Outside that, Flora was always the one hinting and teasing about their daughter. For his part, Henry was still semi-convinced that Flora’s comments about him ramming his cock into Romi were just dirty talk ... fantasy stuff. But Flora did, in fact, want him to fuck Romi. Hard. She wanted him to make Romi gasp and squeal with pleasure, just as she always had while riding that thick, veiny beast. Just the memory of it could make her panties damp. But more than anything, Flora wanted Henry to squirt a baby into Romi’s fertile young womb. And she knew Henry wanted to do it – he just hadn’t admitted it to himself. Yet.

With those thoughts in her head, while Henry was still at work, Flora went to Romi’s room, finding the teen wrapping up her homework one Friday afternoon. “Mija, I have something I really need to talk with you about.”

Fearing something was wrong, Romi’s face took on a genuine show of concern.

Sitting on the edge of Romi’s bed, Flora began, “It’s like this ... maybe you remember me telling you about it before, but ... ya’ see ... a long time ago, when you were still little, I had an IUD...”

“I remember,” Romi said, nodding. “You said it caused some sort of damage inside you and they had to operate to get it out.”

Flora nodded. “That’s right, honey. But do you remember why I told you that?”

“Um ... to teach me about birth control options?”

“No ... well, kinda ... but there was another reason too,” Flora shook her head. “The other reason I told you about that ... experience ... was so you’d know why you don’t have any brothers or sisters. Do you remember?”

Romi nodded, her recollection having been sparked.

“Right,” Flora continued. “Well, since then I’ve wanted to have another baby so badly ... it almost hurts that I can’t make a baby anymore,” she began to cry, tears staining her cheeks. “I can’t describe the felling, mija. It’s like there’s a hole inside me now.”

Romi had no idea what to say, so she simply sat next to her mother and hugged her.

When she had composed herself somewhat, Flora continued. “I’ve talked to your dad about it many times, and ... well, you know him ... he’s so kind and giving. He tries so hard to understand, but he can’t grasp it.”

“Can’t grasp what, Momma?”

“Mija, the most fulfilling part of being a mother isn’t just the act of making the baby, although that’s certainly a big plus,” she chuckled. “The best part, at least to me, is the baby itself. The smell of a newborn. The weight of a child in my arms. The way it looks up at you, completely trusting and devoted. The joy of watching that baby grow into a child, learning things on their own.” She pulled Romi closer and sniffled, adding, “Those are the things I feel like I’m missing. Since I can’t make another baby, I’ll never get to feel like that again.”

Romi held her mother close, attempting to console her. Since she didn’t know what to say, she said nothing.

Eventually, Flora pulled away and looked her daughter in the eyes. Taking her hands in her own, she said, “I’ve got very important question to ask you, mija, and I want you to think about it carefully before you answer, okay?”

“Okay,” Romi said, sniffling empathetically.

“Would you ... will you make a baby with your Daddy? I know I won’t get to feel it growing inside me, but at least I’ll get to help take care of it and raise it. It would make me so happy, mija.”

Romi’s jaw felt like it hit her lap. She didn’t gasp because she felt like she had no air inside her. Her eyes danced around, surveying all parts of her mother’s face, looking to see if the woman had been serious. Flora’s face held no hint of deception, however, and Romi quickly surmised that there was no trickery involved. Her mother had just asked her to get pregnant – and she wanted her to make that baby with her Daddy’s help.

“I ... um ... but you ... what?” Romi stammered.

“I know how much you want your Daddy to put his big dick in your pussy, mija. I also know how much he wants to do it.”

“Really?” Romi’s eyes shot up with surprise.

“Oh yes,” Flora assured her daughter. “He won’t say it out loud, even to me, but trust me when I say that you are his ideal girl. You’re like a walking, talking wet dream in his eyes. He’s always had fantasies about young, slender girls with big boobs. And honey, you’ve got all of that going on ... in spades. More importantly, he loves you more than his own life. Way back when he and I were dating, I knew pretty early on that I could trust him. And on our second date, I brought him home to meet you. Do you remember that?”

Romi nodded. She could remember being in their old house, playing with her Barbie and giggling with Henry. And though the memory was a little fuzzy, it still made her smile. “From that moment on, he’s doted on you like his own biological daughter. Since then, he’s been able to watch you grow up, get smarter, funnier, and let’s face it ... sexy. Plus, you and I both know he’d never, ever, ever hurt you.”

“Yeah ... that’s true,” Romi said quietly, clearly pondering her mother’s pregnancy suggestion. “But ... well...,” the teen began, “Momma, you need to know that I was serious before ... ya’ know ... about the dildo and stretching myself for Daddy.”

“I believed you then, mija. And I think you still want that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Romi said quickly, almost interrupting her mother. “I do want that. So much.”

“Okay then, first things first ... tonight, I’ll your Daddy know that he has my permission to have sex with you. Like ... real sex. But I’ll tell him he has to pull out, alright? You and your Daddy can keep making each other feel good while you think about ... my request. Is that alright with you?”

Romi wrapped her arms around her mother and squeezed firmly. As she began to sniffle with joyful tears, Romi said, “Yes, Momma.” Suddenly, a thought hit Romi. Pulling away from her mom so she could see her face, she asked, “Wait a sec. Does Daddy know you want me to make a baby with him?” She asked hopefully.

“No, mija, not yet. But you let me worry about that part. Trust me, I’ll take care of your Daddy. If you decide it’s something you want to do, then he’ll be onboard. I promise.”

Romi pulled her mother in for another clenching, sniffling hug.

Following dinner that evening, Romi was understandably even more anxious than usual. When her mother gave her a subtle nod, she nearly sprinted up the stairs, bypassing her own room and heading straight for the master bedroom. There, standing by the reading chair, she quickly got naked, unceremoniously dropping her garments into a heap. By the time Henry and Flora caught up, the girl was already stretching herself with the dildo, loudly grunting.

“Well,” Flora said. “Looks like someone is especially worked-up tonight.”

Henry nearly tore off his own clothes as he ogled his masturbating daughter. Her glorious globes shimmied with each movement of her arms while she aggressively pounded the fake dick in and out of herself. Faint squelching sounds of wet suction echoed around the room, giving evidence of the teen’s arousal. He could already smell her juices. Before he’d freed his cock to the open air, it was already as hard as he’d ever felt it.

Flora was removing her own clothes while she watched her husband’s reaction to their daughter. “Honey,” she said while sidling up to him, “starting tonight, special time will be even more special.”

Only half-hearing her, Henry’s eyes never left Romi’s spasming shape. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“I talked to Romi earlier, and she really, really, really wants to feel you inside her.”

Henry’s head snapped in the direction of his wife, his eyes showing his disbelief. “Say what now?”

“She wants to feel this beast,” Flora grabbed her husband’s already-urgent prong, “inside her little pussy ... or at least as much as she can fit in there. And I’ve given her permission to try, as long as you want to also. So, what do you say? Do you want to see if Stanley will fit in her little pussy?”

“Is ... is this real? Are you just talking dirty to get me extra horny?”

“I’m quite serious, my dear husband. And so is she,” Flora pointed toward Romi, who had opened her eyes enough to lock onto the display of her Daddy’s eager dick being lazily stroked by her mother.

Henry emitted a low, rumbling growl as his cock lurched and a dollop of precum dropped to the wood floor.

“I think we have our answer,” she chuckled. “But – there is one rule ... you can’t cum inside her, Enrique.” Letting go of his eager dong, she grabbed his chin, forcing him to look her in the eyes. “You have to promise me that you’ll pull out.”

Henry let out a reedy whine before nodding slowly, saying, “Okay, honey. I won’t finish inside her. Should I get in bed now or...?”

Flora kissed him and chuckled again. “Mm-hmm. You just get in bed and Romi will bring herself to you when she’s ready.”

In his mind, Henry moved quickly but gracefully to his king-sized bed. In truth, he clumsily stumbled to the bed, nearing tripping over his boxer shorts that still wrapped around his ankles. Eventually, he freed himself from them and flopped onto the bed, his lustful eyes never leaving the shape of his eager daughter. He remained lost in a daze of disbelief, wonder and quivering arousal.

Romi seemed to be lost in her own world of amazement, having paused her self-pleasure activities to watch her Daddy climb into bed, her eyes unblinking. Flora had to approach the girl and get her attention to break the spell.

“Romi, honey, do you want to get in bed with your Daddy now?”

The teen nodded slowly, still lost in la-la land. Flora took the slimy dildo from the youth, set it aside and gently coaxed her to rise and join her father. For a moment, Romi seemed to have lost the bones in her body, dizzily slumping her way toward the bed. Finally, she fell to the mattress by her father and put a hand on his chest. That simple act seemed to wake them both. With a sudden realization that the moment was real, they greeted each other without words, only warm smiles. Henry pulled her to him, hugging her closely while seeking out her lips with his. They kissed deeply, tenderly. Passionately. Repeatedly. The whole while, Romi continued to maneuver her body to where she wanted it - atop her father.

With their lips locked together and her heavy tits flattened against his chest, she began wriggling her hips atop his rigid meat, which was happily trapped between her pubic mound and his abs. Her slippery slit teased and tantalized the underside of his rod while she gyrated herself to grind her clit against that hefty, hedonistic slab.

“Romi, baby...,” Henry began. “Are you absolutely sure about this?”

She blushed and nodded. “Yes Daddy, I’m sure. I’ve wanted to try this for so long, and I love you so much, Daddy. I only wanted to try it with you ‘cause I wanna make you feel good too.”

“Romi, sweetie. I love you. You know that, right? I don’t want you to do anything just because you think it’ll make me happy. Something like this should only happen when both people are sure about it.”

“Are you not sure, Daddy?” her bottom lip began to quiver, and her eyes welled up with tears.

He pulled her in for another hug, wrapping her in his embrace. “Oh, sweetie ... I just want to make sure you understand how big a deal this is.”

“I know it’s huge deal, Daddy. That’s why I wanted to do it with you.”

Henry’s heart was so full of empathy, love and arousal, he felt like it might explode. He turned his head and gave Flora another glance, his eyes questioning hers again. She simply smiled and nodded before settling into the reading chair and spreading her legs so she could begin tickling her own gooey slit.

“Alright baby, if you’re sure this is what you want, then let’s enjoy it, okay? That means you get to be in charge. I’ll only say no if you try something I don’t like, or if you try something that might hurt one of us.”

Romi’s smile beamed once again, and she giggled in a pixie-ish, tuneful way, which hit Henry’s ears just like Flora’s laugh always had.

“Well ... I think I’m as wet as I can get already. So, if it’s okay with you, I just wanna sit on your dick and see how much I can fit inside me.”

“Be my guest, honey. But remember to go slow, okay? There’s no rush. You’re in control of how fast we go, and how deep.”

Romi frantically rearranged herself, so her feet were on the mattress, allowing her to squat over her Henry’s mid-section. From there, she could use one hand to maneuver the raging boner toward its target. When she felt the spongy head of his cock brush her tingling lips, she gasped, but continued. When she was able to fit the tip to her opening, she mewled. When she began pushing her weight downward, the first two inches or so popped inside her constricting cooze, and she stopped cold. Her mouth hung open, her eyes bugged out and she forgot how to breathe.

Henry held her hips still to steady her but made no other move of his own. Instead, he simply held her still so she could adjust to his girth. In his mind, she could still decide that she’d had enough, and simply move away from him. He promised himself that if that happened, he wouldn’t hold a grudge. All of those conscious thoughts rambled through his head, but the most prevalent thought he had was one of a constant unintelligible roar of satisfaction. Romi’s slippery twat was so very tight, and already rippling on the part of his cock she’d taken in. She felt so good on him, he was afraid he would cum with only a few inches inside her. And he wasn’t supposed to cum inside her! That thought hit Henry like a brick slap to the face, jolting him back to thoughts he should have been focused on all along. “I have to make sure this is as good for Romi as possible,” he thought, gritting his teeth. Slowly coming back to reality, he waited for Romi to make the next move.

Within a minute or two, Romi’s hips began to rise and fall in tiny, wriggling movements, her tautly stretched pussy doing its best to coax more of his meat inside. Incrementally, she got a little more of his dick inside her with each jerking movement of her narrow hips. Panting and breathing unevenly, she stared down at the junction between their two bodies in awe, noting that there was still a lot of daylight between their hips. “It’s only half-way inside!” she thought to herself, amazed.

“Oh fuck ... oh Daddy ... oh it’s so good,” she muttered. “It feels even bigger inside me ... you’re stretching me ... it’s so good.”

Henry’s cock twitched with her words. The sensation made Romi push down with all her weight, exhaling with a loud, yelping grunt, and suddenly, she had taken his entire mammoth cock inside her! Her little butthole rested on his balls. Her clit ground against his pubic bone. She forgot how to breathe again.