Daphne carried a lantern to a spike across the waters from Mitch's light. The glimmering shiny walls and the reflections of the pools produced bright flashes which failed to do anything but accent the shadowed nudity of the women. Royce flushed with unexpected embarrassment at his immediate submerged erection and gaped open mouthed. He already had had a preview of Clementine's full breasts with their pink-brown areolae and semi-inverted nipples. He was unprepared for the merest pale flaxen fuzz spreading lightly above her puffy plump pussy lips. His tongue tip traced his lower lip as he imagined licking his way up to her hidden clitty.
Daphne, only seven years senior to Royce, was very much in the prime of her mature physicality. Her breasts were no less full, or beautiful, than Clementine's, though, as the two women stood side by side, it was apparent Clementine's bosom was more upright and Daphne's tits were closer spaced. Daphne's torso tapered to a slim waist and flat tummy above a wider pair of hips which harbored her thick sandy pubic patch. In fact, Daphne's hair was dense enough that, had it been any darker color, her cunt's thin crease would have been fully hidden. When Daphne turned around to hang up her lantern, Royce, at last, saw revealed the ass he had only imagined when he watched her earlier in the kitchen. It was delightful: Tight, round and not overlarge. He also enjoyed an upward line of sight. His fattened cock twitched at the rearview angle of her thighs joining their junction with her twat.
Daphne turned around again and, as she and her daughter faced the men in the water, she answered Clementine's question. "I think you better stick with scrubbing Poppa... you already pushed the social boundaries when you asked Mr. Engel how old he was. I'll wash up Mr. Engel... besides, without me there to help you, Poppa will need even more of your attention."
Clementine had looked forward to being a good hostess and could not help but pout to show her disappointment. Still, she would be able to double rub Mitch and she loved how his penis got hard and throbbed in her hands. "Alright, Momma," she agreed dutifully and clambered into the large pool with Mitch. As Clementine half-swam half-waded to her father, Daphne walked toward Royce's pool.
"Uhm, Daphne?" Royce croaked, covering his hardness with his left hand and scuttling to the far rock rim. "What are you doing? There's another pool over there." He pointed across his body to the small hot pool to his left.
"Oh, I know that... I live here... remember?" Daphne laughed out loud and stepped into the warm water. It covered her thighs and lapped at her pussy as it sloshed. She waded slowly to Royce, enjoying his obvious discomfort and inability to crawl any further away. "What is this?" She teased in a light soft sing-song voice. "A grown man... and so shy?" She snickered and sat beside Engel, pushing her left hip hard against his right and draping her left arm around his shoulder. The water swirled around their chests. Her boobs bobbed while she scratched her left fingernails up and down Royce's bicep. "You know," she whispered, leaning close to his ear, "I've only ever seen or been naked with Daddy... shouldn't I be the one who's nervous? You are as tense as a buck in a clearing, I swear!"
Royce was speechless. He felt more like a man staring at the light of an oncoming train with his feet nailed to the ties. His cock did not mind, however, when Daphne pushed her right hand under his guarding left hand and closed into a loose fist. His cock liked it. It throbbed and hopped while her fingers rolled up and down like tines in a music box. "Hunh! Imagine that!" Daphne cooed into his burning ear. "Your thing gets big and hard just like Daddy's."
She pulled her hand away and swiveled herself until she was facing Royce, crouching between his knees on the rocky bottom of the pool. She pulled his arms until he was forced to embrace her and her arms looped around his neck and waist. Tugging Royce and pushing off the rocks, Daphne backed up until they were centered in the pool, chin deep in the water. She began rubbing Royce's back from his nape to his buttocks and all about his ribcage, returning in a circuit to his shoulders. He tingled all over, both on his skin surface and inside along his very nerve network.
"Doggone it!" Daphne exclaimed in a low hiss. Her mouth was only inches from Royce's. "This is never going to work if you don't do ME, TOO! You gotta start rubbin' me, Royce... the bubbly water is fine but I need friction!" She leaned further in until her breasts rested, floating, against Engel's chest and her nipples tickled his own.
Royce began mirroring Daphne's massage. She showed her pleasure with small moans. He wanted to be more overtly sexual but a small voice in his head advised him to follow Daphne's lead. He decided to play a silent game of 'Mother May I' and accept her guidance on limits to the bathing and play.
Meanwhile, ten feet away, Clementine was cuddled tight against Mitch's broad strong back, using her breasts for scrub sponges on his shoulder blades as she wiggled and shimmied, back and forth and up and down. He groaned with pleasure and she giggled gleefully. Usually it was her mother who worked on her father's back and she had to settle for his chest and thighs. Now, she got it all. Her hands busily brushed back and forth across Mitch's hard flat chest, and down over his equally firm flat stomach. She drilled a fingertip into his belly button, making sure no cotton lint remained from his work shirt. When the back of her hand bumped into his floating boner she smiled and crowed quietly into the back of Mitch's neck. "Ho-HO!" She exclaimed, kissing the wet hair at the base of his scalp. "Looky at what just popped up, Poppa!" Swiftly Clementine pushed her hand past the thick dick and then pounced on it with her curled palm, squeezing it gently, stroking up and down, reveling as it pulsed against her closed fingers. Mitch's breathing shortened as she milked his cock. He grabbed her hand in his and followed its upstroke. At the top of his staff he pulled her hand free and raised it until it was in front of his mouth.
Mwah! Mitch kissed his daughters dripping fingers and pushed them between his lips, nibbling their tips before extracting her hand from his mouth. "Darling," he cautioned, "Remember we are just washing each other... Play time is later."
Mitch held Clementine's wrist in a powerful grip and tugged gently. She followed, as if on a leash, and slid around his body until she was seated on her father's thighs. Mitch kissed her deeply and was rewarded when her sweet small tongue darted into his mouth and licked the inside of his lips and cheeks. Clementine mewled while he mauled her mouth and coursed his hands up and down her ribs from pelvis to armpits. He swamped her back and massaged her butt before bringing his hands forward to stroke and squeeze her tits. She yipped small delights as Mitch's fingers splayed and compressed her boobs against her bones. She raked his back with her nails and squirmed her bottom on his groin, nearly pushing her pussy onto his stiff stalk. "Darling," Mitch said, breaking their kiss, "I think you must be squeaky clean." He chuckled low in his throat. "Or at least, you're SQUEAKING... Bath time's over, are you ready for play time?"
Clementine nodded as she helplessly clung to her father. Her pussy was on fire and her guts were tumbling. Her nipples ached for the special treatment Mitch had begun giving her three weeks ago. She did not know how she had gone her whole life without feeling his mouth sucking on her but she knew now when she needed him. "Ohhh, Popppa... yesss, PLEASE!" She slumped in his arms and felt the cool air flow across her naked backside as he stood in the pool, lifting her with him as he rose.
"Daphne, Sugar," Mitch called softly across to the middle pool where Royce and his first-born squatted in a hug so close he could not tell where her torso ended and Engel's began. "Clemmy wants to go to her room and practice her lessons... You keep Royce company... He's our guest and we don't want him to think we inhospitable, DO we?"
Daphne turned her head toward her father and smiled. "No worries, Daddy... Good night!" She returned her face to Royce, bumping her nose lightly against his, while Mitch's bare white ass disappeared as he carried Clementine up the black tunnel, leaving his lantern behind. "Now then, Mr. Engel," she buzzed, with her lips resting against his, "Where were we?
