“You know that to win the prize of $100,000, if you do happen to choose your daughter, you have to make love to her, right? So it would be incest, caught on camera. Are you prepared to do that?”
“It won’t happen, Bella,” Alan replied confidently. “But I’ll happily accept the lesser prize of $20,000 for making love to one of the models on camera, though.”
“Let’s hope you’re right, Alan,” Bella said. “For your sake, if not for your daughter’s.”
Preliminaries done, the sound of vibrators buzzing echoed through the studio as the actresses raised their arousal levels in anticipation of being touched and felt by Alan. Being the professionals they were, all three women tried to stimulate themselves to the same level as Alannah.
“Is that what I think it is?” Alan whispered to Bella.
Stepping closer, Bella pressed her marvellous breasts against Alan’s arm as she pushed her arousal-warm, sodden pussy against his hip, “Yes,” she answered. “One of them is probably your daughter, preparing herself for you.”
Alan gulped, but before he could step away from Bella, Roxy pushed her pudenda against him as she rested her breasts against his other arm.
“Just think, Alan,” Roxy purred into his ear. “Your daughter is naked and probably wet behind that screen, anticipating your big strong hands on her nipples and pussy. I bet all the actresses snuck a peek to see what you looked like, and they’re probably also wet, waiting for your touch.”
Spotting Alan’s suddenly tented trouser front, Roxy casually dropped her hand and ran her fingers lightly across the swelling, “Looks like not-so-little Alan wants to feel your daughter’s nips and puss, too.”
“Stop it,” Alan half protested. “I don’t want Alannah to see me with a hard-on!”
“Oh, I think Alannah would love to see your hard-on, Alan,” Bella teased. “Given, from what she said, you were poking her bottom with it all night.”
“I was not,” Alan tried to say indignantly. But he knew it was a lie.
“It’s okay, baby,” Roxy crooned. “She wasn’t complaining. She only wished she could have taken you in hand and guided you inside her last night. But she wants her first time to be on film here today.”
“If you two have finished winding the poor man up,” I broke in. “JoJo has finished your job, Mumsie, and set the set up for the next shot.”
Giggling, Bella guided Alan to his next starting place, then took hers. Then, turning back to the camera, she waited for the light to show then said, “The models and your daughter are ready, Alan, are you?”
“Yes, Ms Bella,” Alan answered, using his clasped hands to try and hide his noticeable bulge.
“Pull back the middle curtains,” Mum authoritatively said.
Roxy, wearing a cleavage-revealing top and carefully made-up but only wearing a pair of jeans under that, smiled back at the camera as she walked along the partition, pulling the curtains to the side, revealing four pairs of delightful-looking titties.
“Look hard, Alan,” Mum demanded. “Which pair of delectable breasts belong to your daughter?”
Subconsciously stepping closer to the screen, Alan passed his gaze across the displayed bosoms. Then, stopping at the furthest right window, he pointed at Candy’s breasts and said, “Alannah’s nipples are bigger than these, so I’m confident this isn’t my daughter.”
“Are you sure?” Bella said to test Alan’s confidence. “Maybe you should feel them to ensure they’re not your daughters.”
“I’ve never felt my daughter’s breasts, so how would I know?” Alan lied.
“Are you sure, Mr Morrison?” Bella said, exposing his lie. “When I interviewed your daughter earlier, she indicated you and her slept spooned together last night. Are you sure you didn’t …”
“Never mind about that,” Alan broke in forcefully. “No, I don’t need to feel this woman’s breasts to ensure they’re not my daughters. I’m already certain they’re not.”
“Okay,” Bella agreed. “Let’s move on to the other three. Can you choose your daughter’s glorious breasts from these three gorgeous pairs?”
“It’s proving much harder than I thought,” Alan admitted. “Alannah’s are so young, round and perfect. I thought it would be an easy choice. But you’re right. These three pairs are equally as gorgeous.”
“So you have studied your daughter’s breasts carefully, then,” Bella teased, causing Alan to blush again.
Alan tried to chuckle, but it came as a choked cough, “Well, Ms Bella. She did have the habit of coming out of the bathroom naked at every opportunity, so it was hard not to look.”
“As beautiful as your daughter is, I’d have looked, too,” Bella admitted. “So, Mr Morrison,” she continued. “Can you decide which of these lovely ladies is your daughter? Or do you need to go to the touch test?”
“I’d prefer to see the models’ vaginas first, if I may?” Alan asked. “I know a father isn’t supposed to look, but when Alannah walked out naked, I couldn’t resist. Alannah has her bush trimmed to a small triangle, so my daughter will be obvious unless all the remaining models also have a triangle-shaped bush.”
Mum smirked because she knew Alan was about to be disappointed. My films didn’t typically run in Alan’s suggested order, but I could see no harm in allowing him to proceed the way he wanted, so I gave Mum the go-ahead.
“Remove the lower curtains,” Bella demanded.
A smiling Roxy did exactly that, taking care to stay bent over to keep her jeans out of shot. As a result, four sweet-looking and smelling pussies were displayed invitingly. All four of the woman’s pussy lips were bare, and their owner’s arousal was clearly evident, even if three of the woman’s arousal was caused by a vibrating toy.
“But they’re all clean-shaved,” Alan protested. “How am I supposed to tell the difference?”
“Well, Alan,” Bella smirked. “You’ll have to try the touch test if the visual test fails. Maybe even the taste test might work.”
“Taste test?” Alan wondered.
“Surely a man of your worldly experience would love to taste those delectable titties before you?” Bella queried.
“I’ve only ever been with my late wife, Ms Bella,” Alan explained. “I’ve never touched the boob of another woman before.”
“Fuck,” I said into my family’s earpieces. “Roxy is going to blow his fucking mind!”
“Assuming his daughter doesn’t do it first,” Roxy grinned.
Maintaining her composure, although she was grinning like the proverbial cat, Bella said, “Alan, unless you’re sure the first woman you touch is your daughter, you’ll add four more pairs to your list. Excepting, of course, that you have held your daughter’s breast.”
Alan blushed again but didn’t deny Bella’s assertion this time.
Alan continued to dither, so Bella added, “If you cannot continue, Mr Morrison, we understand. But if you leave now, you win nothing and will go home empty-handed. So what do you choose, Alan? Do you walk away having won nothing? Or do you man up and take the steps necessary to identify your daughter? Remember though, to win the money, if you choose unwisely, you will have to make love to her on stage, in front of the cameras.”
Reaching a decision, Alan walked to the woman he’d already discounted as being his daughter. Even though he was agitated, his hands were soft and gentle as he cupped Candy’s breasts in his big hands and strummed his thumbs over her nipples. Being the consummate professional actress, Candy moaned as if having Alan strum her breasts excited her.
Alan turned to Bella and said, “Definitely not Alannah’s.”
Moving to his left, Alan copied the same motions on the next woman’s breasts. Alexis stood next to Candy, and she, too, moaned as Alans fondled her breasts. Next was Electra. As soon as Alan cupped her breasts, he shook his head.
“These are too soft to be my daughter’s,” he informed Bella. “Alannah’s are much firmer than these.”
Grinning, Bella teased, “I thought you said you’d never felt your daughter’s breasts, Alan.”
Caught out, Alan blushed as he coughed a denial, “Ms Bella, these feel softer than my daughter’s look.”
With a straight face, Bella said, “Now you’re admitting to studying your daughter’s boobs intensely.”
Alan stuttered, trying to formulate a response, but letting him off the hook, Bella said, “One more pair to feel. Let us see if you can identify if these breasts are your daughters.”
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