The Social Experiment – D/D Pt. 04 – Final

The Social Experiment: Dads and Daughters Part 4.

The following is a work of fiction. It contains graphic amounts of mother/son, mother/daughter and brother/sister incestuous sex. It also has crossdressing, man-on-man and woman-on-woman sex. If this is not your cup of tea, do not read further.

It goes without saying that all characters are a minimum of eighteen years old.

Keeping the above in mind, please, enjoy the story. Also, if you were kind enough to vote and/or leave a constructive comment, positive or negative, I would be appreciative.

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Chapter 1: Meet The Morrisons.

From Part 3 …

JoJo, Bella and I were waiting at my studio shortly before 10.00 am the following day. Alan had sent a confirmation text sometime after I’d taken my wives to bed, so I didn’t see it until the morning. I happened to be watching out the window as Alan and Alannah parked their nearly twenty-year-old Holden Commodore in one of the guest parking slots. As the long-legged Alannah swung her legs out of the car, I felt an instant reaction in my groin.

‘Fuck!’ I thought. ‘She could be Bella’s daughter!’

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At the same time I thought that, Bella asked, “Is that Brian Dennehy? No, it can’t be. He passed away a few years ago. But sheesh, he looks like him.”

Shifting my gaze to Alan, I first noticed how solid the man was. Alan is a big man, well over 6-foot (183cm) tall and must’ve weighed north of 220 lbs (100 kg). Life had battered this man if his email was anything to go by, but he covered every inch of the ground he stood on. Alannah had the same almost ethereal presence that my mother had. Her beauty was beyond Miss Universe good.

As the front door chimes rang, I said to JoJo, “Get Jacob and Roxy here. Right away would be good. Right now would be better.”

Jogging down the stairs, I welcomed the Morrisons and guided them into my office. Holding Bella’s hand, I introduced them both, “You’re obviously Alan,” I redundantly said, shaking his hand. Alan’s big fist dwarfed mine, and his handshake was firm. “This is my mother and business partner, Bella Johns.” Then, turning to his daughter, I said, “You’re Alannah, of course. I’m Xavier, if you haven’t already figured that out. And I’ve already introduced Bella.”

Alannah stood there, her eyes almost bugging out, “Dad,” she almost whispered, “Bella looks just like Mum! So much so they could almost be twins.”

After a few tearful moments, the Morrisons settled on the couch. Bella offered a choice of tea or coffee, and much to my delight, they both opted for black tea with a little honey to sweeten it. Just as my wives and I preferred.

JoJo entered the office as Mum handed the Morrisons their cups. Standing, I introduced her, “Alan and Alannah, this is my wife, and business partner, JoJo Johns. JoJo, Alan and Alannah.”

After exchanging small talk for a while, Alan asked, “So how does this work, Xavier?”

“The game show?” I confirmed.

“Yes, that too,” Alan replied. “But how is it filmed? Is it in one long shot, or is it broken down into segments? Am I really expected to have sex with one of the models in front of an audience?”

“It will be done in consecutive order, Alan,” I replied. “But there will be some delays as we set the cameras up for the next shots. Plus, there will be some dialogue from the game show host,” I indicated JoJo and Bella, “to be shot.”

“They will both host?” Alan asked.

“I’ll choose one of them,” I answered. “I haven’t decided who yet.”

“Can Bella do it, please, Mr Johns?” Alannah asked. “I’ll feel much more comfortable if she is close to me.”

I looked at my mother with a raised eyebrow, and she nodded her affirmation. But before confirming, I looked at JoJo, too.

“I’m happy to operate the camera, Xavier,” JoJo stated.

“I’m happy to host if Alannah wants me to,” Mum confirmed.

“As to the second part of your question, Alan. There is no audience. I use special effects to create the illusion of one, but it is just that, an illusion. So the only people that will be in the studio with you will be the other three models to choose from, Bella as host, and JoJo on the camera.”

“You won’t be in the studio?” Alannah queried.

“I’ll be in the control room operating the remote cameras and ensuring the sound recordings are as good as they can be,” I replied.

“Will you three be the only ones there?”

“My mother-in-law, Roxy Rosborough, is my floor manager, so she’ll be onset to set up the next shot and part of the show. Her son. JoJo’s brother, Jacob, helps me with the cameras and sound, but he’ll be in the control room with me.”

“You keep your staff amongst family only, Xavier?” Alan asked.

“Onsite, if we’re filming, I have an office manager and makeup and hair stylists that aren’t family, although Bella often fills in for the makeup and hair artists.”

“Oh!” Alannah gushed. “You’re that Bella Johns! I’ve seen a number of your TV, newspaper, and magazine ads. When I was young, I cut them out and showed them to my mother. I’d tell her that she should join a modelling agency because she was at least as pretty as you were, well, are, really.”

“She never did, though?” Mum questioned.

“No,” Alannah said sadly. “She only ever wanted to be a stay-at-home wife and mum. She and Daddy wanted lots and lots of kids, but not long after I was born, Mum got cervical cancer and had to have her ovaries and womb removed.

“Everything was good for almost seventeen years after that, and we thought Mum had the cancer licked. But last September, it came roaring back. Mum fought it like a trooper, but it got the best of her, and she passed away in early January. Dad and I still have each other, but we’re it. Mum and Dad were only children, and all of my grandparents have passed away.

“Oh, Bella,” Alannah sniffed, “Dad was so sad, and I was equally devastated. Caring for Mum took all our savings, and, at the end, Mum needed Dad and me to look after her. As a result, we lost our jobs and had to sell our house. We sleep in our car most nights now.”

Bella wrapped her arms around the distraught woman, and they cried together, “It’ll work out, baby,” Bella cooed. “This film will make you a lot of money, and all your financial worries will be gone. Plus, I already feel like you and your Dad are family, so we’ll look after you until the royalties start rolling in.”

Alan had to cough twice before speaking, “Thanks for the offer Mrs Johns,” he said, tears evident in his voice. “But Alannah and I have made it thus far without charity, and we’ll drag ourselves out of this. If the film is as popular as you think it will be, we can survive on our own until the paychecks come in.”

“Stupid male pride,” Mum said fiercely. Pulling Alannah to her feet, Mum took her hand and began almost dragging Alannah out the door towards the dressing rooms. “I’m taking this poor girl next door for a shower and shampoo. Then I will do her hair and makeup and find some pretty clothes for her to wear. You, you man!” Bella growled, “Will work out payment details with my son, then you will follow us to our home, and we’ll spend the night getting to know each other. Doing that will make the movie much more intimate and realistic!

“Xavier, do not take no for an answer. The Morrisons are coming back with us tonight, even if I have to tie them up and take them.” Then, turning to JoJo, Mum said, “Get your brother and mother on the phone and send them home. No use in them coming here today.”

Surprised by my mother’s forcefulness, all JoJo and I could do was follow her instructions. Smiling, I turned to Alan as JoJo stepped out of the room, her phone already calling, and said, “I guess you’re coming home with us.”

Alan shook his head and said, “I guess we are. But Xavier, what the? Is your Mum always this insistent?”

“My mother is the gentlest, kindest soul you’ll ever meet, Alan,” I replied. “”But we’ve made some changes lately, and Mum seems to be coming out of her shell. But I think her mothering instincts got kicked into high gear by Alannah’s tale.”

JoJo and I made small talk with Alan for close to an hour before Mum brought Alannah back, ‘Wow!’ I thought as Alannah shyly stepped into my office. ‘The woman is beyond gorgeous. Tall, as least as tall as Mum at 5-ft. 10-in (178 cm). Equally as slim as my mother, I’d guess maybe 128 lbs (58 kg) and with generous hips and bust. Close to the same as Mum, so probably 35-25-35, so an actual hourglass figure.

‘Long blonde hair, probably also the same as Mum’s natural colour. A stark contrast to the dark with red highlights that Mum typically has. With her green/blue eyes over her light complexion Alannah should be appearing on magazine covers and walking the runways in Paris and Milan, not gracing my paltry offices here.’

Laughing silently, I added, ‘Jacob’s going to shit!’

Bella had dressed Alannah in a pale green dress. The skirt part of the dress fell in four panels that revealed almost everything from Alannah’s calves to just short of her knickers but actually revealed nothing but the barest glimpse of delicate, slender ankles, slim, toned calves and thighs. At every step, it seemed everything would be intimately revealed, but it never happened. Instead, only brief, tantalising glimpses of the beautiful woman underneath the skirt were revealed.

The upper part of the dress had a plunging neckline down to Alannah’s navel, and as she moved, it seemed at least one of her gorgeous breasts had to pop into view, but they also remained hidden. Bella had found a pair of dark brown, strappy high heels to compliment the dress, and these added to the effect by popping Alannah’s calves out and making her sexy bottom sway as she stepped her way delicately to where her father sat.

Stopping just before him, Alannah did a quick pirouette, flaring the dress to mid-thigh, and in a sultry voice, said, “Well, Daddy. What do you think?”

Stifling sobs, Alan choked out, “I think you are an angel, baby. I wish your mother were here to see you now.”