Damn it Layla

"Damn it Layla!" I shouted up the stairs at my daughter, who as always was taking her sweet ass time getting ready. "The reservation's for eight, now move it!"

"Coming daddy!" My blonde daughter sang, oblivious to the fact she was pissing me off with her habitual dilly dallying.

It had been a week of roller coaster emotions since I read Layla's story and found out what Lisa had done to both of my daughters last Christmas, before Layla and I began our torrid, incestuous affair.

While it seemed like Staci had come to terms with what had happened long ago, I sensed that Layla was having a tougher time working through the pent-up emotions that now flowed freely from having opened up to me about what had transpired. Yet as much as I tried to let her know that things between us would never change, she seemed to be allowing the guilt of keeping it a secret from me get to her.

She seemed to need the most reassuring so I had planned a night out of dinner at an expensive Italian restaurant. It meant good food, a little wine, some teasing, it was the perfect opportunity to blow off some steam, which in my opinion was sorely needed, if nothing else to provide a nice distraction from the events that had been brought to light.

I thought that a night of spoiling my two beautiful daughters would go a long way in cementing our relationship. For me, it was a reminder that maybe I was playing things too loose and easy with allowing my daughters to seek out their own paths when it came to our relationship and I had decided to reign things in a little.

Bottom line, no matter how fucked up it seemed, I loved them both, too much sometimes and I wasn't about to let my guard down again. It was time to take back some control and be a little more forward with things. That didn't mean I was going to tie them up in the basement, but it also meant that I would know their whereabouts at all times, whether they liked it or not.

No one was going to fuck with what we had built if I had anything to say about it. My first goal was to get my wife back here to face up to her manipulative behaviour and testing her loyalty to our family. A plan had started to form in my mind but I had to get the girls on board as it was slightly unconventional to say the least.

So this afternoon in addition to making the reservations, I had also stopped by an adult toy store and picked out a vibrator set that came with both the insertable G-spot vibrator and the matching outer clitoral vibrator. I spent the afternoon charging and pairing them to the app on my phone before testing them out to make sure that everything worked properly.

I had also taken the liberty of raiding both of the girls' closets, picking out both of their outfits for the evening and seeing the two of them descending the stairs reassured me that I had made the right choice.

Layla was wearing a black sequined cocktail dress that clung to her every curve, with a plunging neckline that dove between her breasts beautifully just the way I liked. I asked her to wear her long blonde hair down and it fanned across the spaghetti straps in angelic-like wisps of color. To finish off the outfit, a pair of black thigh high seamed stocking and strappy heels that accentuated her firm calves while showing off her pretty painted toes through the sheer material. I loved the way that her pale white skin popped over the tops of the stockings whenever I was presented a glimpse under the short hem of her skirt and I looked forward to having that image seared into my perverted brain all night.

For Staci I picked out a pale blue halter top that hugged her breasts tightly together while the thin support strap wrapped around her neck like a collar, complete with a silver ring where the material intersected below her neck. The ruffled bottom ended just above her belly button, showing off my blue haired hottie's smooth, flat stomach before the skirt started just above her hips. It matched her top, right down the ruffled hem that ended mid thigh, her long, tanned legs that were emphasized in a pair of pale blue wedge sandals.

I requested she pull her hair back into a ponytail and even though Staci didn't like to wear her glasses, she relented and donned a pair of black-rimmed spectacles which made you focus on her high cheekbones and shimmering deep blue eyes.

Needless to say they both looked nothing short of stellar and I only hoped that my blown away reaction help convey that message.

"How do we look daddy?" Staci chimed sweetly, giving me a twirl as they walked up to me, the smell of shampoo and perfume hitting me in a one-two punch to the senses.

"Hotter than words can describe." I whistled, wrapping an arm around each of my girls, giving them a peck on the cheek.

"You're not so bad yourself, stud." Layla commented, looking me up and down as Staci nodded in agreement. I had opted to go more casual, with dark wash jeans, a collared white button up shirt with a blazer to complete the look. My thinking was that I was escorting two of the most beautiful women in the world, so all eyes should be on them more than me.

"Ready to go?" I confirmed, turning towards the door before I pivoted on my heel.

"Oh, right, almost forgot. I have a little surprise for the both of you."

Reaching into my pocket I produced the toys of pleasure I'd been keeping a secret up until then, watching as the girls' eyes lit up.

"Are those..." Staci started before I broke in.

"Yes, they are exactly what you think they are. Daddy wants to have a little fun with his dinner." I swore I heard a couple of gasps but I pushed their reactions aside, bending down on one knee in front of Staci, who giggled nervously.

"Allow me..." I insisted, lifting the hem of Staci's skirt, her pale blue panties coming into view before my eyes, the slight scent of her musk sifting through my senses. Slipping the front of her panties open I carefully placed the clit massager against her mound, using my fingers to adjust it until I was satisfied it would stay seated properly. I looked up at my blue-haired daughter the whole time I did so, watching her deep blue eyes shift from surprise to a wicked sparkle that could only be described by seeing it in person.

"And for my princess..." I said, turning to Layla, who looked down at me, almost mesmerized watching Staci while biting her finger in anticipation of what was coming next. Lifting her skirt my cock twitched as the lace tops of her black stockings came into view, accentuated by the soft porcelain bumps of her thighs that peeked over them. Gazing up at her I slowly peeled the panties down, stopping once I'd reached mid-thigh which allowed me access to her already-swollen pussy. Layla didn't move as I slowly pressed the bulb of the vibrator into her tender pink folds, using my index finger to position it as a quiet sigh escaped my daughter's lips.

She was already soaking wet as I withdrew my finger which was coated in a light sheen of her juices. Bringing it to my lips, I made a show of sucking her creamy goodness off before reaching for her panties, tugging the white cotton thong back up and over her hips before springing to my feet.

"There, all set. Let's go ladies!" I announced, grabbing my keys and heading for the door without a second thought, knowing that the anticipation was already getting to them. Glancing back I could see that the two of them were adjusting to having to walk with something inside or against them, shuffling a little until they found a comfortable stride.

"This thing's going to be giving me a wedgie all night daddy!" Staci bemoaned, comically reaching behind her to adjust the thong wedged in her ass crack as Layla giggled. I held the door for them, shooting both women an evil grin as if letting them know the fun was just beginning.

Soon we were cruising down the interstate, with Layla in the passenger seat and Staci sitting front and center in the back. I adjusted the rear-view mirror, allowing me an unobstructed view of the back while watching the two squirm uncomfortably with anticipation. I then paired my phone to the car's radio and selected a playlist with slow, bass filled songs before firing up the vibrator's app, setting it so that the toys would pulsate with each heavy thud of the beat.

Both women melted back into their seats as soon as the first song started, pulling their legs together while reaching for the armrests, their fingers digging into the leather.

"Holy shhhhiiiittttt!" Layla gasped, her body stiffening as the toy inside her pussy began to oscillate against her G-spot.

"Fuck that's intense!" Staci squeaked from the back seat, her eyes closed while her brain tried to process the throbbing against her clit.

"That's the lowest setting, better get used to it..." I chuckled with a shit-eating grin while watching my two daughters squirm and jostle in their seats, hearing the soft yips and mewls as the toys did their thing. My cock began to strain against the hard material of my jeans and I was almost regretting wearing them but the sights and sounds were like a symphony of the most perverted kind and I just took the next few minutes to sit back and enjoy it.

The miles ticked by as the noises emanating from my two daughters grew louder and more vocal. Layla had her hands down between her legs, pulling the bottom of her dress up like she was trying to relieve the heat coming from her humming pussy.

Glancing down I could see her panties were already soaked through, the juices shining against the material as I reached down and ran my finger up the wet crotch, slick with her girl cream. I could feel the vibrator pulsing to the beat against my finger tips and I just held them there for the longest time, revelling in the heightened state of arousal of my little blonde hottie.

Layla's breath came in short gasps, her hands gripping my wrist as I just lazily rubbed my finger up and down her panty covered crotch, feeling the heat and wetness. Over my shoulder I could hear Staci's pants becoming more desperate, her own body yearning for release yet being tormented relentlessly by the low vibrations that didn't quite push her over the edge.

As much as I wanted to up the intensity of the vibrations my plan was to keep the two young women teetering on the thin razors edge of bliss for as long as possible. I had also instructed that neither one of them were to cum until I allowed it, which seemed to make their minds go numb knowing that there would be consequences if they did.

We arrived at the restaurant, much too soon for my liking and I shut the car off which in turn killed the music to the dismay of my daughters who protested in unison, although I couldn't tell if it was from relief that the vibrations had stopped or from being denied release.

"Fuck nooooo!" Staci whined, slapping the seat in a tantrum.

"No fair!" Layla gasped breathlessly, pouting as she smacked the door.

"Anyone hungry?" I questioned rhetorically, oblivious to their plight as I opened my door before coming around to let the two pent-up and frustrated women out of the car, chuckling to myself as they walked a little less than lady-like in front of me.

The bright sunshine quickly dissipated as we entered the restaurant, replaced by the dimly lit yet cozy setting of the décor. It seemed like the place hadn't been updated in years, judging by the dark wooden tables and chairs, along with the crushed red velvet seats that made up the semi-circular booths smattered around the edges of the dining area.

Each table had a single candle which barely improved the ambient lighting but it made it that much more intimate, which is what I was going for in the first place. I wanted to set the mood for the evening, especially with Layla, who needed the most spoiling of my two gorgeous daughters.

"Crandell, party of three." I leaned in towards the hostess who glanced down a list of names before the found it.

"Oh yes, here we are, Crandell. Right this way!" She cheerfully invited, looking us over like she was trying to determine the dynamics of our relationship to the point her smile went from curious to studious to satisfied in a matter of a few strides, like she had it all figured out.

I had requested a booth as I wanted to sit closer to the two women, for obvious reasons and it just so happened that it was near the back, away from the hustle and traffic of the main area, secluded just enough for what I had planned.

We were seated, with Layla on my right and Staci on my left, both of them close enough that we could talk above the ambient noise of the place, which was packed being a Saturday night. I had ordered a bottle of wine that all three of us shared, which I thought would help everyone get to the relaxed side of tipsy.

Reaching for my phone and opening the app I set it to a steady, low vibration which immediately garnered a reaction from the two women, who both perked up a little in their seats.

"Ho...lee...shit..." Layla whispered, lowering her head as she placed her hands on the table to help steady herself.

"Fucking tease..." Staci cussed, leaning back into the cushions while closing her eyes, lost in the tingling sensations.

"Hmmm...I wonder what the special is?" I chirped happily, opening up the menu in front of me while ignoring the two sets of eyes burning through me.

Soon the waiter approached with a complimentary basket of warm bread, momentarily breaking my daughters out of their haze as he took our orders, a curious look in his face. It took me a minute but I soon caught on to what he was looking at; both of the girls were flushed red, looking up at him through half-lidded stares while they stuttered through their selections. I just happily smiled and thanked him, his eyes never leaving the curious sight on either side of me.

I kept the conversation light, touching on future plans while dancing around any mention of Lisa as it seemed like the situation would not be resolved until she came home to face up to what she'd done. But I was determined to do what I could to speed up that eventuality.

"I think we need a picture of this."

I brought my phone up to our faces, my girls trying to act as normal as possible, leaning in to the shot while each giving me a kiss on the cheek as I took the picture. As they pulled away Layla notice their lipstick had left faint marks on my face. She quickly grabbed a napkin and wiped them off, looking up at me, eyes tinged with arousal as the vibrator quietly hummed along inside her.

"You know you're fucking evil daddy." My fully aroused daughter hissed quietly while rubbing the last of the color off my cheek.

"And you fucking love it." I teased back.

Pulling up the picture that we had just taken I sent it off to my wife with the caption 'Wish you were here'. I wasn't expecting a response but almost immediately got one.

'What the fuck are you doing?'

Well shit. That worked out better than I'd thought, catching my wife at a time where she responded right away. The hook was set.

'We're just having a nice family outing. Good food, good wine, you know, things that families do...together'

The girls meanwhile were busy chatting about some TV show, oblivious to what I was doing as they tried not to think about the ache between their legs. Before Lisa could respond I lowered the phone beneath the table. My other hand went to Layla's stocking-covered thigh, resting just below the lacy top as I squeezed it a little, getting a smile from my blonde-haired beauty. With the phone in position I snapped another pic, the glistening white fabric of her wet panties visible in the background.

Send.

The response from Lisa was immediate.

'Is that Layla? Why are you touching her there?'

'Because I can. Because she doesn't seem to mind? Oh I know why! It's because she's scared of losing another parent!'

'You're fucking sick'

'No, just horny actually. Have you noticed how much our little girl has grown up?'

'Don't you dare touch her!'

Lisa's responses were getting more threatening. Excellent. I had her full attention.

'Then come home and stop me'

After hitting send on that text I immediately switched over to Staci, leaning over to give her a quick kiss on the lips as my hand found her warm, firm thigh under her skirt, pushing the fabric up to her crotch. As my pinky finger found the damp material of her panties, I snapped another pic and sent it off.

'Is that Staci? You really are a sick fuck'

Lisa's words now carried even more venom.

'Funny thing is she's not stopping me either' I wrote back with a winking smiley face

'So the girls are okay with this? What the fuck is going on there?'

Instead of replying I turned my attention back to Layla, leaning over to kiss her while I slipped my hand into her panties, making her gasp from the touch as I snapped another pic and sent it off.

'OMG babe our daughter has the softest little pussy' I captioned.

'DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER!'

All in caps. I could almost feel the words she wrote pounding into my head.

'Why should you be the only one who gets to fuck her?'

'Fuck you. She wanted it. Did you drug her? Is she okay with this?'

'The vibrator in her pussy says she's just fine. OMG she issofucking wet!' I responded with another winking emoji.

'Fuck you. How dare you do this to our daughter?'

'Fuck you for doing what you did to her. Oh and by the way, it's daughters. If you were here, you'd know that I just found out that Staci is my daughter as well. But instead I have to tell you this way'.

'???'

Lisa responded, apparently unable to form anything coherent.

Then bringing my fingers glistening with Layla's juices up to my lips, I made a huge deal of cleaning them as I snapped another pic, which garnered a couple of curious looks from my daughters.

"Fuck daddy stop fucking teasing us!" Staci whined longingly, her eyes pleading with me through her thick-rimmed glasses. God, she looked so hot in them, the innocence of her face trying to hide the arousal in her body. She looked like a young, blue-haired Chyler Leigh, one of my teenage crushes growing up which was the main reason I chose the look for her.

"Soon babygirl, soon." I assured to the two of them, hitting send on the picture while adding;

'At least I have their permission'.

'What's that supposed to mean? Why are you doing this to them?'

'Come home and find out. We can have a nice talk about boundaries and consent'

I left it at that, putting my phone face down on the table just as our dinner arrived, although the two girls had a hard time concentrating on the food. Still they managed to eat, shifting in their seats as the humming between their legs continued to torment them.

I ordered dessert for all of us, much to the dismay of the girls who just wanted to get out of there so they could finally be granted some relief. I had to admit that it had me turned on as well as my cock strained against the material of my jeans, drooling pre-cum into my boxers.

Then, just as we were about to leave, something unexpected happened. It was one of those occasions in one's life where it seemed like the karma gods were smiling upon you. This time it came in the form of my slightly-tipsy and strikingly beautiful office assistant.

"Jenna!" I hollered above the noise just as she walked past our table, the sad look on her face making it seem like she'd just lost her dog. My sudden outburst startled the woman who stumbled a little before pivoting to face our table.

"Oh hey guys!" Jenna's face suddenly lit up at seeing the three of us. As always, she was dressed up to the nines in a black, strapless form-fitting designer dress that hugged the tight curve of her hips, pushing her fairly large breasts upward like they were defying gravity. Her olive complexion glistened in the dim lighting of the place, and for the first time I saw her not as my secretary but as the hot Italian goddess that she always seemed to portray.