A Complicated Life Pt. 03

** This story contains several fetish themes: small penis humiliation, cuckolding, incest, cfnm. This may not be something you enjoy if these themes do not resonate with you. All characters are over 18. This is a work of fiction - some characters will have actions that would never work in real life. If you enjoy this story, please leave a comment and check out some of my other stories. **

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. "Then... let's stop pretending." She was right--the idea of letting go and embracing this newfound openness was exhilarating.

"After all," she smiled, "what could be more humiliating than having both of our daughters see your tiny, little pee pee get all worked up while watching your hot wife fuck a much bigger cock?"

"Maybe," I admitted. "But it's still... complicated."

"Complicated?" Hope laughed. "You keep saying that, but it's really not that complicated," she mused. Hope's eyes locked onto me as if she were trying to read my mind. Seconds later she let out a revelatory gasp like she had just figured out a puzzle.

"It really embarrasses you, doesn't it?" She asked, her voice softer now, almost tender. "You're afraid Grace and I won't understand how complicated it is for you--the feelings it produces, the shame, the humiliation, and the arousal... It's really only complicated for you, isn't it?"

She was right--dead right. The flood of mixed emotions I felt wasn't something I could easily explain, even to myself. The shame of my inadequacy, the humiliation of being exposed, how much I loved seeing my wife stretched out and filled with a large throbbing cock, the way she let herself enjoy it, even with me watching, the strange undeniable arousal that came with it--it was all so deeply personal. And now, my daughter was laying it all bare with a clarity that left me feeling more exposed than standing naked in her room.

"Yes," I whimpered. "It's... it's complicated for me." I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and nodded slowly.

Hope stepped closer placing her hand on my arm. "Daddy, it's okay to feel that way. None of us will ever fully understand what it's been like for you living with such a small penis. I'm not judging you - either of you, not now that I've seen it for myself. And that's why Grace has to see it too."

Charity's hand found mine, her fingers intertwining with my own. "She's right," she said, her voice firm but gentle. "It's time to stop all the secrets. We're family. We should tell Grace. We should show her and we can all deal with this together."

A quick glance at the clock on the wall showed it was not even 10:00 pm yet. I could't believe how much had happened in the past few hours. Charity and I cleaned up, headed back to our room trying to shake off the lingering tension, while Hope texted Grace, arranging to pick her up on the way back from the game. Grace, as expected, was thrilled at the idea of a surprise visit from her sister, though she had no idea what she was walking into.

As I stepped into the shower, I could hear my wife talking to her friend. I am not sure what she said, but I know he agreed to it.

Ever since I was little, the shower was my prime place to relax, think, dream, and make decisions. Tonight, my mind was racing, the thought of my daughters knowing our secret was nothing I ever planned on. Over the years I'd wondered what they would do, how they would react. It's the one secret fetich I never shared with my wife, the thought of my daughters knowing my dick was small, having our girls tease me. I even jerked off to the thought of them telling their friends.

My endorphins were flooding my brain, my dick fully erect. I dried off, slipped on some shorts, my little member tenting the thin fabric. I stepped out to find Hope and Charity talking on the sofa in our bedroom.

Charity was wearing her robe, and Hope had put her top back on. I walked in on a conversation that seemed like it should have gone quiet once I was in the room, but they just kept talking.

"No... I feel it, Hope, it's not like like that. It's not bad, it's just not enough." Charity shared, obviously talking about me.

"But, like - don't you get... stretched out by bigger cocks, I mean it seems like after awhile you just wouldn't even feel it anymore."

"Uhh," My wife hesitated looking over at me, "Honestly... yeah, I don't really feel him like I used to, at least not like a remember. I think I have been sort of ruined for your father. It's still nice though, I like it, but, it's a different kind of pleasure. It's more of a feeling of ...." She paused searching for the right word. "Joy. I get a sense of joy knowing I can make him feel that good, but I'll take oral over his dick any day. If that makes sense." My wife smiled, "Now, I think we all need some sleep, tomorrow is a big day, and you have a couple of hours of driving to do."

"Mom?... Do you have a toy I can try out? I don't think I am going to be able to sleep all worked up like this." Hope giggled, Pandora's box had clearly been open. Charity rummaged around in our toy drawer and pulled out a dildo she bought because she said it was almost exactly like her friend's cock, some lube, and a wand vibrator and sent her back to her room.

I laid in bed for a long time staring at the clock. Then I heard her, the faint whimpers and moans of Hope fucking herself trailed down the hall. We usually sleep with our door cracked open, a habit we started when the girls were little.

"Sounds like she's enjoying it," Charity chuckled. I rolled over, Charity was facing away from me. I reached for my bride, sliding my hand down her back gripping her thick ass.

"I can't sleep." I whispered, as I moved over grinding my hard dick against her thick butt. Charity rolled over facing me, and kissed me gently.

"This is really turning you on isn't it?" She sighed. "I know we didn't plan on this, but maybe it's for the best. I mean... be honest with me, it kind of feels like we've been in a rut - not bad, just a little predictable." I had to agree with her, as much as I enjoyed our secret life, it hadn't given me that same thrill that it used to in a long time. In fact it had been a couple of months since I joined Charity and her friend in person, I just wasn't that into it anymore. Charity knew it too, and had even suggested finding a new guy, going away to a swingers party out of town, or even telling her sister about our secret.

Hope let out a long exaggerated almost porn like squeal. "Sounds like her door is open. Why do you think she would do that?" I sat in silence. "She's teasing you, Jason, she wants you to hear her. So, here's what you're going to do." I could see her faintly in the darkened room as she talked, a sexy smile spread across her face.

"You're going to take these shorts off, walk down the hall, and peak inside Hope's room. You're going to play with your little peepee while watching her. Then I want you to cum in your hand, and come back and show it to me." She kissed me again. "Don't you dare come back empty handed."

Charity and I frequently played these kinds of sex games - various challenges and dares, but never involving our kids. My heart was racing, I couldn't believe what she was encouraging me to do, and yet I didn't have the willpower to fight it. She tugged at my shorts punctuating that it was a command not a choice. I slipped them off and rolled out of bed. My wife chuckling as she saw my hesitancy. Two words escaped her lips.

"Do it."

I moved down the hallway with slow, deliberate steps, rolling my feet heel to toe like I was walking on glass. The floor felt cold beneath me, every creak a potential alarm. I kept my weight low, breathing shallow, trying not to make a sound. Each step was its own little mission: place, press, shift. I didn't rush. I couldn't. One wrong move, one careless step, and I'd be heard--or worse, seen. The hallway stretched ahead like a tunnel of tension, every shadow watching, every silence waiting to be broken.

Charity was right, Hope's door was open, she never left her door open at night, this was intentional. Her room isn't big, just enough space for her twin bed, nightstand, dresser, and a desk. Her bed up against the wall, if she was sitting up she'd be facing the door. It was brighter in her room than in the hall, she must have her nightstand lamp on. I finally made it to the doorway and held my breath as I looked inside. Now it was my turn to watch from the doorway.

Hope was lying on her bed, her young naked body glistening in the light. Her lamp was turned down low, her laptop perched beside her lamp added to the glow. There was just enough angle on the screen for me to see. Did she do it on purpose?

The video playing showed a chisled man with a large cock fucking a young woman. Hope had her headphones on. I let out a faint huff as she gripped her breasts. The bottle of lube tucked under her arm making it quick access as she needed more. Her hands coated in shiny liquid. Her legs spread as she struggled to work the large dildo inside her. She panted and sighed as she mastrubated to the porn, her hands too slick to firmly grasp the thick dong, rookie mistake.

I watched from the doorway, my hand toying my penis. Hope slid her other hand down to her clit circling her pea as she clumsily played with the thick toy. She was caught between lust and frustration - a look I was all to familiar with. She wiped her hands on her chest and legs, whimpering.

She grunted as she wrestled the dong, huffing like it personally offended her. With one hand she spread herself open, and with the other she attempted to shove the cyperskin cock inside her, stuffing it in inch by inch. Then loosing her grip it slipped down between her legs.

"Damn it!" she muttered, each word punctuated by a nostril huff. She snorted and blew a strand of hair out of her face, and then laughed under her breath--half amused, half exasperated. Her eyes were bright with the kind of sexual thrill I had experienced many times. Her defeat was sealed with a frustrated sigh and a crooked smile as she smacked the dildo on the bed. I was fixated on her body, lost in the scene unfolding.

"Daddy?" She whispered. Her eyes meeting my own, but I didn't flinch.

"You can come in." She giggled.

I stepped through the doorway, her eyes immediately trailing down to my tiny hard dick. "I like you like this, it's just so cute." She mused. "Maybe that should be a new rule, no more clothes for you when we're at home." She motioned me closer till I was right beside her bed.

"What are you doing?" She smiled.

"Just checking on you."

"Oh, uh huh, makes sense, totally plausible." She reached over wiping her slick hand around my soft bare flesh.. "But, since you're here, can you help me out a bit?" She slid over and patted the bed. I sat on the edge. What was I doing?

"I can't get a good hold. It's so thick and long." She sighed. "Her fingers were slick with lube, glistening in the dim light of her room. "And I think my hands are too slippery now. Can you help?" she pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation.

I reached for the dildo--the same one I had used on her mother hundreds of times before. It felt familiar in my hand, but this... this was different. I stared at it for a moment, I hadn't really looked at it in years.

The dildo is so much bigger than my penis, sometimes it seemed like an unrealistic model a comically large phallus. But, then I rememebred it was nearly identical in length and girth to Charity's friend. Hope's fingers wrapped around my wrist, guiding me toward her desperate cunt. Her pussy was already glistening, her arousal evident as she spread her legs wider for me.

"Hope, I can't... this is too far." I babbled.

"It's just a toy, Daddy. Just help me get it in... it's just so big."

I hesitated for only a moment before pressing the tip of the dildo against her entrance. She moaned softly, her hips lifting to meet it, and I slowly began to push it inside. The way she stretched around the thick toy sent a chill through my body, goose bumps rose on my arms.

"Oh, Daddy," she gasped, her voice breathless as the dildo sank deeper. "That's it... just like that." Her hand tightened around my wrist, urging me to keep going. I obeyed, my dick throbbed as I worked the toy in and out of her. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, and I could feel her body trembling beneath me, and I knew Charity could hear it all.

"You're so good at this," she whispered, "I guess you have to be." She grabbed my balls smiling and biting her lip. She didn't jerk me, just held my balls and dick in her hand. I continued to pleasure her. She clenched around the dildo, her stomach quivered, and I knew she was close.

"Keep going," Hope gasped, smilling as if finally scratching an itch that had been bothering her all day. "Oh, Daddy," She sighed, releasing herself to my touch. She inhaled sharply and her eyes popped open, as if remembering something. "Please... do it like you do for mom. Make me cum."

I didn't stop. I couldn't. Not when she was looking at me like that--like I was the only one who could give her what she needed. Fuck! I couldn't believe how much she looked like Charity 20 years ago. But, if this had been her mother I'd been sucking her clit while fucking her with the dong. Is that what she wanted? And for a moment I thought about leaning in and taking her into my mouth. Instead, I held the vibrator to her clit and flicked it on.

"Jesus! Fuck me! God, Daddy!" She bucked clawing my leg, as her body convulsed with pleasure, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction. I had done that. Me. Her daddy.

"Thank you, Daddy," she murmured.

"You can jerk your dickie if you want to Daddy. Go on, play with it." She encouraged. I pinched my dick between my thumb and two fingers quickly tugging myself. "Oh my God, it's so little you can't even use your whole hand." She snorted.

I was still sitting on the edge of her bed, my trembling fingers wrapped around my tiny cock, sliding the skin up and down over the head. It was awkward, as it always was when I tried to jerk off in a seated position--my short shaft made it nearly impossible to get a firm grip. But Hope didn't seem to mind. She watched me with amusement.

"It's so tiny, Daddy," she said. "I just can't get over it. It's so cute." She snorted and then reached over, her fingers lightly brushing against my balls. The touch was electric, and I gasped.

"So... do you shave it? Or What?" She snickered.

"Wax... I wax." I grunted as I worked my dick slowing down, wanting the moment to last longer.

"It's so smooth. Makes you look just like a little boy. Is that why you do it?" She teased, I didn't answer.

"Stand up, Daddy," she urged, her tone soft but commanding. I stood up, she through her legs to the side of the bed, she grabbed my hips placing me between her legs. "Cum on my boobs." She commanded lifting them up. My hand moving faster, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I worked myself under her watchful gaze.

Her eyes never left me, and I could feel the heat of her stare. "You really are an amazing Dad," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "Such a good husband, letting Mom have her fun, even though you can't satisfy her."

I felt myself teetering on the edge, my body trembling with the effort to hold back. But I didn't want to stop--not yet. Not while she was watching me like this.

"That's it, Daddy," she cooed. "Just let it happen. Cum on me." I couldn't hold back any longer. My body tensed, and I came with a soft moan, my tiny cock twitching in my hand as I erupted over her breasts.

Hope laughed softly, "Good job, Daddy," she said. "Now, maybe we can both get some sleep." She reached over to grab some tissues and I stopped her.

"I've got it." I scooped as much of my cum off her chest as I could and made my way back to Charity, my hand covered in cum.

"That wasn't so bad, now was it?" She giggled. "Now... go wash your hands and let's get some sleep."