We just had no idea then that Hurricane Natasha was going to make landfall at our house that Christmas morning.
It was Christmas morning, and my arms felt empty. It had been an eventful week. About a week ago my darling daughter Nicole and I began having sex with each other, after catching her using a dildo cut from our Christmas tree she had carved so it resembled my dick, even though I do not know when she saw it before then. Then her twin sister Natalie, whom neither she nor Nicole knew of the existence of the other, showed up at our door, and in a matter of two days I managed to bed Natalie as well. This caused a major catfight between the two, only ending after I gave both a cold shower and a quick spanking. While I slept, they had bonded and together seduced me by giving me either lunch or supper (lupper?) in my bed, and then we engaged in a mΓ©nage Γ trois. The past three days have been spent getting us reacquainted after seventeen years of Natalie being separated from me and Nicole. I finally got to push Natalie in a swing, which meant a lot to me. I hope to accomplish another goal next spring by taking Natalie to Disney World; it'll be another eleven months before I get to see the twins finally celebrating a birthday together. Some of this bonding included making love to each other, which as a man in my mid-fifties fucking two 18-year-olds, I quote James Garner in the movie Sunset that I risk serious damage. But in all of this I forgot about Natasha.
Natasha is the mother of my children. About a month before the twins celebrated their first birthday, Natasha took Natalie, saying she only wanted one child anyway. But, as I told Natalie when I took her virginity a few days ago, she is now mine, and I refuse to be separated from my girls ever again. But Natasha was bound to come looking for Natalie. How could I have not foreseen this? I guess I was overjoyed just by having both of my little girls together.
I got out of bed, slipped into my sleeping shorts (which the twins hadn't let me have a chance to wear for a few days) and waddled to the bathroom. Taking care of my immediate needs, I finally managed a walk, entering the living room. The girls were opening their stocking gifts (I still filled a stocking for Nicole, and you better believe I did so for Natalie for the first time). My heart nearly stopped. Both of my little girls were wearing white satin bras and panties, and accessorized their lingerie by wearing white angel wings and a halo. Their 43 inch legs were further heightened by white tall heels, and their bras pushed up their 34C breasts. How could they look so innocent and so slutty at the same time?
They felt my presence. "Merry Christmas Daddy!!!"
I spoke my first words that morning. "You two are engaging in false advertising."
"What do you mean daddy?"
"Halos and angel wings? Devil horns and tails would be far more accurate."
They stuck their tongues out at me as I proceeded to the couch to watch them finish opening their stocking gifts. A few bigger gifts were left by the tree, to open after lunch per family tradition. They decided to forego their stockings and proceeded to join me on the couch, sitting on each side of me. They went to give me a butterfly kiss on each cheek, giving me a chance to fondle their tight buttocks. They started to fondle my package, and I was getting ready to really enjoy this morning.
My revelry ended when we heard tires screeching on our driveway. This was accompanied by a car door slam. Natalie jumped up to peek outside.
"Oh shit, it's Mom."
Oh shit is right. How did I not see Natasha coming to find Natalie? I regretted not being an alcoholic; I could use a shot of whiskey right now. If by shot you mean a gallon. I felt that I had to be the one to open the door.
"Why so worried Daddy? Mom can be reasonable."
An ex-wife that's reasonable? "I won't be dealing with a reasonable person; I'm going to be dealing with a woman."
I got whacked in the head by two thrown pillows. I continued, "And she's even more unreasonable than her daughters." I was prepared this time, and had my hands behind my head to catch pillows three and four...too bad I forgot that we had six pillows on that couch, which after they hit my head I was reminded of. Muttering, "Some spankings are going to be in order," I opened the door to confront my ex-wife.
"WHERE IN THE HELL IS NATALIE?"
Yep, this was not going to go well.
"Natalie chose to spend Christmas with us..."
"SHE'S MY DAUGHTER!!!"
"Uh, she's mine too, remember."
"NICOLE'S YOURS!!!"
This ticked me off. "You MAY wish to only claim Natalie, but unlike you, I claim BOTH are MY daughters, and UNLIKE YOU, I love BOTH OF THEM!!!"
I heard a crying, "WHAT?" Oh shit; I never told Nicole how much Natasha only wanted one child, essentially throwing Nicole away. My startle allowed Natasha to slip past me and go to the kitchen, where the twins were hiding.
"WHY ARE YOU TWO DRESSED LIKED SLUTS?" Oh shit, this is getting worse.
"We're dressed as angels..."
"I DON'T CARE; GET DRESS NOW!!!"
"NO, MOM. HOW COULD YOU THROW NICOLE AWAY LIKE YOU DID?"
Considering their catfight a few days ago, I was glad Natalie was sticking up for Nicole. I finally entered the kitchen, seeing Natasha confronting her daughters. It made for an amusing site. Her 5'11" daughters were dressed as slutty white angels that would be ready for a Victoria's Secret catwalk, while 5'2" Natasha was in drab winter clothes. Seeing as I'm 6'5", you can guess where the girls got their height from. Nicole, for her part, was nearly in tears
"NAT..."
"NO, MOM, HOW DARE YOU TREAT NICOLE LIKE THAT?"
Nicole was in tears, but both Natalie and Natasha were in my way; I desperately wanted to console her. Then I saw Natalie force Natasha my way. I stepped aside, allowing Natalie to force Natasha back into the living room. Natasha may have been the mother, but her daughters were nine inches taller. But what happened next shocked me like nothing else ever did.
Natalie threw Natasha onto the couch. She then proceeded to violently lift Natasha's coat off her, and unwittingly taking Natasha's blouse with it. For the first time in over seventeen years, I saw Natasha in her bra. Her breasts were smaller than her daughters, at a 34B, but still very nice and perky, even though "Tash" was now in her late 30's. I saw Nicole's bad temper a few nights ago, and I saw Nat's now.
"NATALIE, HOW DARE YOU..."
"NO MOM, HOW DARE YOU!!! HOW DARE YOU ABANDON NICOLE!!! HOW DARE YOU LEAVE DAD!!!"
Between the catfight and her dressing down of her mother, Natalie proved adept at removing other women's clothing against their will. She should become a WWE Diva. Natalie ripped Natasha's jeans off her, and then proceeded to place her mother over her lap. Was Natalie actually going to do what I think she's going to do?
Yep, Natalie began spanking her mother.
"STOP NATALIE STOP!!! OW OW OW OW!!!"
By this time Nicole had joined us in the living room. I clutched Nicole in my arms, trying to comfort her. I felt an emotional punch in the gut when Nicole's eyes looked into mine, as if why I never told her that her Mom hated her. My emotions were torn; one of my precious daughters needed my comfort; the other was spanking the hell out of her mother. The only part of me not torn was my penis; three half-naked women meant one hell of a boner.