Chapter 162 – My enticing Daughter I never knew of (V)
Last week, our gorgeous mature friend Yen had invited my roleplay-daughter Mira and me to her home, which had gotten nicely out of hand, of course. Yen was pushing 50, but she was the kindest and most beautiful woman of her generation here in our town. Luckily, she had also phases during which her libido went through the roof, which was one reason she had joined our orgy posse from time to time in the past and now had made her accept the role of Mira’s mother. Downstairs in Yen’s charming kitchen, our ravishing girl had cheekily started the foreplay even before lunch, which had led to a first round on Yen’s biological daughter’s bed on the second floor. After which we had eaten naked and then tenderly played with Yen’s anus – only to penetrate it later.
Anyway, still at Yen’s house, I had wondered if we couldn’t expand our small role-play family a bit. I knew that Yen liked my former student Vu, for instance, who I hadn’t seen forever. He used to be together with my hot niece-in-law Giang, who I had met again at a family gathering after Tet, where I learned that the two of them had broken up, though. I would ask later Yen what she thought of the idea to incorporate Vu into our little round; he could be Mira’s brother, and we could then watch him bang his mom – which he had already done twice, back when we had played family for the first time; with Anna as my daughter and Nguyet as our maid.
Anyway, the real kicker would be to get Charlie back here into town, who was Yen’s biological nephew. They loved and desired each other dearly, and even had had sex once, during an orgy at the hot springs west of town, but he was studying in Saigon, 600 miles away. Yen and him had certainly seen each other over Tet in January, but I doubted that they had had intercourse, as they both needed at least one more person present to appease their bad conscience. Group sex provided a more playful setting, which caused the hard fact of the incest to vanish into the background.
My role-play daughter Mira proposed to go to the café where we had met that fateful day in early January, when we had seen each other for the first time as father and daughter. Of course, she wanted to include Yen in our rousing ruse again but also mentioned that she was ovulating, which would give her the opportunity to ‘watch you bang mom’, as she put it in a message to me. Yes, Mira seemed to have discovered a strong voyeuristic streak in herself but, in hindsight, she had always seemed super-happy when she could witness others’ shenanigans.
Yen told us that she would be a bit late, however, and so I picked up Mira first, who had actually gone through the trouble to get over to the model home in the suburbs, where she allegedly had started working on February 1 this year – together with my long-term affair Nguyet, cuddly Thuy, and our Adonis, Hoang. When I pulled up, she was already waiting outside, wearing a blood-orange, knee-length skirt, which had a long column of buttons in the front, and a white, not overly tight top with a few slim, dark-blue stripes, cuffs, and collar. She hugged me after she had put her helmet on and sat down behind me, and we drove off.
“Hey, pop, Mrs. Nguyet is hot,” Mira told me, like I didn’t know. “How well do you know here?” she asked, as we were cruising along an empty side street.
Of course, she knew that I’d been having an affair with Nguyet over the last five years, but we had to shelve this knowledge and start afresh again, as Mira was now my half-Filipino daughter who I had just met two months ago. It was part of our choreography that Mira was working with Nguyet and staying at the model home in the suburbs, where I had just picked her up, until she would have found her own place. It seemed a given that Mira and Nguyet would soon start their own sexual exploration together, once they got to know each other better. And, eventually, my sweetie would be asked by her boss Nguyet to join her for a trip to the old, empty Art Deco hotel, where our orgy circle had been meeting for almost two years now. That day, Mira would probably want me to seduce Nguyet in front of her eyes – which was one of my favorite pastimes, anyway. And hers.
“Yep, Mrs. Nguyet – as petite as she is – has a fabulous aura … she’s pretty charismatic, that’s true,” I told Mira after we had stopped at a traffic light.
I wondered if I should tell my daughter now that I was having an affair with Nguyet but found it hotter, in the end, if we met the three of us like I had never seen Nguyet naked. That had more potential.
“Do you know what exactly you find so attractive about Mrs. Nguyet?” I inquired after we had started to drive again.
Of course, we could also talk about her over coffee, but since Mira had brought her up…
“Her style. She always looks snazzy, yet classy… ravishing, I guess, would be another word… I also like how she pins her hair up in the back… and her sharply cut bangs…” she added, before she put her cheeks on my shoulder blade, like she wanted to take a quick nap.
I liked that Mira hadn’t dolled-up today. She was young and beautiful anyway – and by now also content with her teenage boy voice, small boobs, and slightly androgynous body, perhaps as her butt had become more womanly over the last 12 months. Not wider but taller, so to speak. Which reminded me of a TV screen from the 1950s or 60s, with slightly convex lines all around. Like Nguyet’s little butt when she was wearing jeans. Her ass was even narrower than my daughter’s, but more shapely and thus more elegant. And Nguyet’s savory ass crack was hairy, which I found hot as fuck on such a petite, slender, light-skinned woman, as it provided a stark contrast.
Anyway, the café we had just arrived at had a kind of veranda upstairs, which was only accessible via a rickety metal spiral staircase, so that one could easily hear upstairs if someone was approaching from below. Mira had already jerked me off twice here, which we couldn’t talk about today, though, as we had just met ten weeks ago. But then, I couldn’t rule out a bit of foreplay here, or would she even masturbate me all the way to the end, perhaps under her gorgeous mom Yen’s fabulous eyes, who was going to join us later?
I let Mira go first up the narrow, flimsy stairs, as I wanted to fill my eyes with the sight of her nimble butt’s wobbling under her blood-orange skirt. I also liked her blue canvas shoes, which rounded off her outfit nicely. We had ordered our drinks downstairs and sat down behind the table, so to speak, away from the stairs, with the table blocking the view. Just in case, our urges would overwhelm us. When the cute little waitress arrived to wipe the table, I remembered her and Emily talking about the large tattoo that the girl purportedly had on her supple thigh, which we hadn’t seen yet; perhaps as the owner didn’t condone showing too much naked thigh-flesh here at the coffee house.
Which was a shame. But perhaps Emily could get her to join us at the old hotel one day. Mira’s and my Vietnamese wasn’t good enough for such endeavors. Or, perhaps, Yen could talk to her later? At least, I was looking that my daughter’s sun-tanned, fairly skinny lower legs now, which she had crossed. Was she open for a little jerking-off session? Well, we would see. I decided to wait and leave it up to her.
“Hey, Miraculous, bisexual as you are: on a scale to 10, how would you actually rate Mrs. Nguyet?” I began again, as I didn’t want to waste the potential my favorite topic offered.
“At least a 9… or a straight 10,” she admitted quickly, without thinking too much, but then the waitress arrived with our drinks, and so she didn’t elaborate.
“I know that you like her hair and the way she dresses, but what else?” in probed her a bit more, after she waitress had scooted off and I had lit a ciggie.
“Mrs. Nguyet has such beautiful dark eyes… and a stunning face… and she moves so briskly, yet gracefully… and I like the bits of fluff she has on her forearms… just like me, dad,” she giggled, showing me her arms, before she took a sip of her coffee.
“And, yes, her spiffy clothes…” she reiterated.
“I think her mom has a tailor shop…” I chipped in.
“You know that, dad?” she asked with raised eyebrows; slightly taken aback, it seemed.
“Oh, well… you know… we’ve chatted a bit here and there over the years,” I admitted.
As I mentioned before, I was working for a real estate company, too, in our role-play, albeit a different, Korean-Vietnamese one. Mira nodded, and it didn’t seem like she would ask me to get my dick out anytime soon. Perhaps she wanted to wait for Yen. And then watch. But perhaps it would be better, anyway, if we waited with the sensual part until we got to the old hotel, where we could party harder. Piss on each other and things like that. Or just enjoy a super-tender round, for once. I would have loved to share with my daughter that Nguyet used to take off her panties from under her dress or skirt at coffee shops, but that would have spoiled the chance to start afresh in six weeks and experience everything again – which all three of us were feverishly looking forward to.
I could have asked my daughter to take off her underwear, perhaps – if she was wearing any – but that would have been a bit crude. She would have done it, though. And so, we just chatted a bit more about her work at Nguyet’s office and her alleged colleagues Thuy and Hoang to weave some innocent yarn for our family lore. I paid her one or two compliments regarding her clothes, but then Yen came up the rusty old stairs.
Of course, our mature friend looked glorious again; just like every time we met. Which could only be said about Nguyet, too, but the two of them had completely different styles – and were about 15 years apart. Yen was sporting a fairly tight knee-length skirt, which was neither dark-green nor brown but something in between. Her little round belly was appropriate for her age, but much smaller than mine, and I remembered how Charlie had told me once that he wanted to place his hand on said part of his aunt’s body every time there was a family gathering.
Yes, I could see that. Yen’s midsection had appeared left to my face in the meantime, and I offered her my seat, as she apparently didn’t want to sit at the opposite side of the table. The two women nodded at each other, but then our mature friend got herself a wicker chair and decided to sit to my left, between our daughter and me, fairly far from the table. When the cute little waitress bunny popped her head through the banister, standing only half-way up on the stairs, and asked Yen what she wanted to drink, she declined, saying that we were taking off soon.
Which was a bit surprising. But maybe she didn’t fancy listening to a conversation in English. Or she was decidedly horny and just wanted to get banged. Twice. Or explore Mira’s slim, tender body as soon and as long as possible. It was already past noon, and she probably had to be back at the registry office, where she worked, around 1:30 or 2 o’clock. Looking at her tiny belly once more, I felt chipper. And my cock twitch. Oh, yes, we soon needed to switch to the international language of love and desire.
Nonetheless, I leaned forward to explore Mira’s slightly curious skirt. Could all those buttons in the front be opened? Looking at her, I felt like she had borrowed this item, too, just like the red coat and a few other things she had worn over the last two months, as some items were slightly too big for her. But yeah, I opened the button at the bottom, which caused Mira to shake her head, while her mom shot me a warm, approving smile.
“Tsk, dad, not here…” Mira whispered, blushing, but then our gazes met on Yen’s skirt, which was now – in the different light – glowing kind of golden.
My dick twitched again, of course, seeing this wonderfully mature, snazzy beauty, who was looking left and right, like she was watching a tennis match. I asked her if she had seen Vu or someone else from our orgy posse lately , but she only shook her shiny, well-coiffed hair, which she was wearing open today, not in a ponytail.
“Well, Huy… at my brother’s house, over Tet, of course…” she admitted eventually, but before I could ask if the two of them had restarted their incestuous sensual adventure, she had already shaken her head.
Barely noticeably. Huy was, of course, her nephew, who had asked us to call him Charlie from the get-go.
“Would you want to… Huy?” I inquired quietly, knowing that they would want me to be their wingman again.
She nodded once more, this time more pronounced, and when I smiled back, she positively looked relieved. She could probably tell that I was dying to be of assistance in enabling them to fulfil their wonderfully depraved secret wishes.
Even though Mira was a bit more passive than usual, she couldn’t hide her arousal. All the time I had been talking to Yen, our daughter had been fidgeting with the buttons on her spiffy skirt, but not opened another. Looking at me now, she did have a wanton look on her face, which was only understandable. We all knew what was coming, and we weren’t going to hold back.
“What did you and Yen talk about?” Mira asked.
Mira and Charlie knew each other in real life, but in our role-play, I had to explain to her who he was. And so, I quickly relayed the gist:
“Well, Yen has a nephew, Huy, also called Charlie… he’s like 19 or 20… they love each other dearly…”
“She loves her nephew?!” Mira pretended to be flabbergasted.
I nodded but didn’t tell her that they had had sex at least once, which Mira perhaps was really unaware of. Yen hadn’t undressed for the act but only ridden Charlie into the sunrise with her skirt on, outside the pool at the hot springs, west of town. With her blouse and bra open, though. Still, our little voyeur seemed to have caught fire:
“Well, couldn’t… Charlie… join us when we go to the old hotel?” she asked.
“There’s nothing the two of them would like better…” I nodded, promising nothing, though.
Uttering those last words, I had taken Yen’s right hand into my left and nodded at her reassuringly.
“Yes, Mira, we’ll go to the thermal springs once the weather has warmed up…” I promised. “You’ll like it: you can be naked the whole time and fuck with impunity outside… it’s like a Japanese Onsen… I love it… the only problem is that Charlie’s in Saigon…” I added, letting go of Yen’s hand and placing it on her slightly heaving skirt, instead.
“That sounds nice,” Mira concurred, watching my hand on her mother’s belly, who somewhat surprisingly asked me about my niece Giang now.
She probably remembered her being Vu’s girlfriend last May, when they had met at the hot springs. Charlie wasn’t there that day, though.
“I like her… like to see her again…” Yen explained herself, implying that I invite my niece to join us at the empty hotel, where Giang hadn’t been yet.
Or the hot springs. Her asking about Giang struck me as a bit odd since, so far, Yen had exclusively interacted with the guys during orgies. But then, Giang also had a slim, boyish frame; she was a country bumpkin: sun-tanned and easy-going. A bit like Mira. Actually, quite a lot.
“Sure, I’ll ask her,” I offered, as I found my niece hot. “But she’s in Saigon now, babysitting her older sister’s child…” I told Yen in Vietnamese, adding: “I saw her over Tet…”
I almost wanted to ask Yen why Giang, all of a sudden, but wasn’t sure if I could pull it off in Yen’s language, as the answer would probably entail vocabulary that I wasn’t familiar with. And everything here at the table smelled like departure, anyway. I still liked that we had met for coffee, first, but then it was hard to get a conversation flowing if there was no true common language.
Since Yen had hollered for the bill, we were kinda stuck up here for another two minutes, during which I imagined Yen at her office on her swivel chair, assisting folks. I was sure that guys would fall for her on a weekly basis. I would. I mean, her tight knee-length skirt and her endearing face. Her teeth and hair were outright perfect. Waiting in her office, I’d ask myself what everything looked and smelled like under the fabric.
Did Yen have a plan? Was there something she hadn’t done for a while that she wanted us to experience today? We had had anal sex the previous week, so maybe not. When I heard the waitress approaching, I took my hand off Yen’s skirt, and we got up. After I had paid, we filed downstairs. Outside, Mira was looking at her mom’s Yamaha, like she wanted to ride with her, but then got on the back of my motorcycle. We stopped to buy a few sherbets on the way but then rolled up at the large metal gate, which we hadn’t seen since my daughter and I had come here in early January.
As far as I remembered, Yen had only been here twice, like 18 months ago. After we had brought our motorcycles in, we closed the screeching metal sliding door and were surprised how quiet such a large building could be. It was like we had entered a different world; which was true, in many ways. We could have undressed right away, as we were alone but somehow the empty lobby wasn’t a very sensual surrounding.
Perhaps, also, the three of us had burnt a bit too much sexual energy when we had visited Yen’s home last week. But Mira still kissed me, during which I was thinking of Charlie and Giang again. Yen watched how my hands were traveling across our endearing daughter’s young, slim torso, while she was carefully placing her coat over the dashboard of her Yamaha, and I opened one more button at the front of Mira’s skirt. Yen and I kissed briefly, too, as our foreplay had started, but then we began to saunter upstairs.
I put my arm around Mira’s hips, while Yen took her hand. The two of them pointed at the large, gorgeous chandelier up on the fifth floor, but then Yen asked me again – literally talking over Mira’s head, as she was four inches taller and wearing heels – to get in touch with Charlie. I promised and reached higher on Mira’s side, under her armpit, to fondle her little right titty. When Yen opened one or two buttons on her blouse, we could see her pearl necklace, and I noticed how much in heat she seemed.
On the third floor, we went in the kitchen to get two glasses. Everything looked extremely clean, like Emily and Sally were still frequently meeting here. This time, I had asked them, though, if they were planning to show up, but they had assured me that we would be undisturbed – but not without reminding me that we still needed to meet for a foursome with Mira, during which Emily would draw ideas for tattoos on our daughter’s skin.
“We could show mom how everything started here…” our jester-girl suggested on the fourth floor, where there was the long wooden bench on which Mira had micturated upon me multiple times already.
And yes, we had sat here during the first two hours as father and daughter, when she had eventually folded her skirt back to present me her pantyhose-clad lap with the pussy-shaped seams around her little boat hull. What a beguiling afternoon that had been.
Today, we passed the bench without further comment, though, and now I fumbled with the balcony door. Unfortunately, the balcony itself was almost too small for three people, which was strange, considering the size of the stately pile of bricks. And so, we just looked over to the park across the wide, empty street, while I was filling one glass with ice and beer, which we then shared and refilled several times. Yen was standing in front of me, slightly to the side, and so I caressed her perfect behind, until she turned her head and nodded at me.
I took her hand and guided her to the bench, where I sat down in the left corner and then positioned the Grande Dame in front of me with my outstretched arms on her thighs. Her heaving little belly was right before my eyes under her brownish skirt. From the corner of my eye, I saw contre jour that Mira was moseying towards us, and then Yen caressed my hair, like a mother, before she opened another button on her blouse, exposing the lace on her mint-green bra.
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