Tom Gates was a bad dad, and it wasn't because he had cum in his daughter's mouth and it also wasn't because he had let her jerk him off with her thighs. It wasn't even because of his recent crime, finishing on his wife's tits and then insisting his daughter clean it all up. The reason he was a bad dad was simply because all of that happening had almost made him forget that it was soon to be Rebecca's birthday. This budding rivalry between them had nearly made him forgot that despite everything he was still supposed to be dad.
It had come as a surprise to him when Tori mentioned hosting a party at the weekend and his heart sank when he remembered it would be their daughter's 22nd birthday. He felt guilty. He tried to play off his forgetfulness before rushing out that day to grab a few supplies for the event, and most importantly, some gifts for his beloved daughter. Things had changed in the last two months but they didn't wipe out everything else and it was a valuable lesson for him in separating what happened at those parties with what happened at home.
Tom had made a bigger effort to socialise with Rebecca around the house since she swallowed his cum for a second time directly off of her mother's breasts and this impending party was another good reason for that. They would be spending plenty of time with family for the first time since their relationship with their daughter changed, and it would be a challenge. If he could find himself on friendlier terms with Rebecca then nobody would spot a difference and he wouldn't need to explain to nosy family members while they seemed cold with each other. His daughter had been receptive to it as well, though she still seemed more comfortable with her mum.
Her birthday party would be on the Friday evening, the day before her actual birthday. The three of them were skipping out on their mutually enjoyed sex parties this week, and it would probably be good for them all to have a normal time at home and remember they were actually family before they started crossing into the taboo.
Tori was the last to get ready after spending the whole day ensuring the house was in perfect condition for guests, and it was Tom who laid out the last of the snacks before one by one his girls joined him downstairs and each in turn briefly stopped his heart. Rebecca was first, and her little black dress was long sleeved and form fitting with a hint of cleavage and a healthy dose of those thighs he loved so much. In truth it was more than he had gotten used to seeing her in, and she looked elegant and gorgeous. Her hair had been lightly curled towards the bottom, and her makeup was light but for dark red lips.
"You look great." Tom said, still attempting to normalize relations between them.
"Thank you." Rebecca replied. "You should see mum."
It wasn't long before he would get that privilege and it was a sight he adored. Tori's dress was red, but both shorter than her daughter's and with a deeper cut at the cleavage. "Christ." Tom said as she took a spin in front of him. She was so clearly growing in confidence since these they started attending these parties, and she had plenty to begin with.
"I knew you'd like it." Tori said, happy with her choice of dress from her girls shopping trip with Rebecca earlier in the week. "Or should I say your daughter knew you'd like it. It was her suggestion."
Tom gave Rebecca a knowing glance. Between the schoolgirl outfit she dressed her mum up in at that last party and now this dress, the girl knew how to make her mum look even more incredible than normal.
Before long there were guests arriving and in truth it was a whole lot of fun. They were a pretty close family but over the summer people were away and travelling and they saw less of each other but as they edged closer to autumn most of them were back for a drink and to celebrate the oldest of the next generation. Tom and Tori both had younger siblings and they all had kids of their own, but Rebecca had been the first grandchild on both sides. Tom was very glad to see his parents after their summer fling with their place in Southern France though he couldn't help but wonder how his mother might slap him round the ear if she knew what he had been doing with her favourite granddaughter.
Rebecca had talked to her mum about inviting some friends she had made during her time attending the parties, but Tori had to draw a line to protect their identity as family but had granted permission for Jason to come along given he was already in the know. Tom wasn't overly keen to hang out with the guy who knew he had been intimate with his daughter against the law, but the young man was very polite and Rebecca seemed much happier to have him there. She also trusted him with their secret and Tom in turn trusted she wouldn't tell someone who wasn't worth telling.
"22 years old. I really can't believe it." said Valerie, who was Tom's mother. "Your mum doesn't look old enough to have a 22 year old, does she sweetheart?"
"Definitely not!" Rebecca confirmed, bringing an extra wide smile to her mother's face.
"And I do?" Tom asked, a little offended.
"Oh, honey. You definitely do." his mother quickly confirmed, before everyone laughed either with or at him.
"I was in the room when you were born." said Cynthia, Tori's mum. "They let your mother have two guests because your dad kept fainting. God, you were so gorgeous."
Tom was bewildered as to how he had become the target of every woman in his life, but he got an understanding pat on the back from his dad who had likely suffered a similar fate so many times before.
It was a great night in truth, the three of them enjoying plenty of time chatting among loved ones and at no point did Tom feel their secret hanging over them. If they needed proof they could still be a normal family then this was it. It soothed some of that anxiety which had embedded in his stomach for the last couple of months and showed him that whatever happened, he would always be dad first.
As the party drew to a close, Tom and Tori ushered out family group by group ensuring that anyone who had been drinking had a taxi waiting for them. Jason was one of the last to leave and Tom realised that he didn't really understand what kind of relationship they had at all. There was no kiss goodbye and they rarely flirted either, but she had used him to pleasure Tori before jerking her dad off between her legs. If she had wanted him to stay over she wouldn't have even needed to ask for permission at her age, but that never happened.
The next oldest cousin after Rebecca was the last to leave, and she failed in her final attempt to tempt the birthday girl out to a club to carry the night on until the early morning. With her gone there was finally some peace and quiet. "Can I offer you both a nightcap?" Tori asked, and with everyone in agreement they sat themselves down in the front room with a small glass of whiskey each. Tom and Tori were next to each other on the big couch, with Rebecca on the reclining chair diagonal to them.
"Is Jason your boyfriend?" Tori asked, and it was a question Tom had some intrigue in as well.
