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Archive name: Phil_Phantom_-_Parent_Game.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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