The girls boggled at it openly. “How in the hell do you FIT that thing inside you?” Lisa asked incredulously.
“Seriously, Mom,” Kim agreed. “You’re no bigger than WE are!”
Which was, in fact, true. With the exception of her larger breasts (and, yes, slightly saggier- give the woman a break, she’s 39), which had become so during her pregnancy with the twins and had never (thankfully) lessened, the girls could very well be near clones of my lovely wife. She has the same color hair (with very wispy streaks of grey, which I find to be very attractive on her), same style of face and features, and the same short physique. Of course, being our daughters, the twins didn’t look exactly like their mother, but they were definitely a close match. Another slight variance was that Marie’s eyes were an almond brown as opposed to the girls’ golden-hued eyes (mine are hazel-green, so I assume the girls’ golden-colored eyes were due to a genetic compromise between Marie’s and mine). The years had been very kind to my wife and, if she wanted to, she could easily pass for a woman in her late twenties with minimal effort.
Marie giggled at Kim’s declaration. “Trust me, girls, it’ll fit inside you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I managed to give birth to you, after all, didn’t I? As big as this is, a baby is significantly bigger, as you’ll hopefully learn in nine months.”
Lisa stared at my one-eyed monster warily. “If you say so, Mom,” she said with uncertainty and awe. Then she looked up at me. “Promise you’ll go slow with that thing? It’s easily bigger than any of Kim’s toys that we’ve played with.”
Kim nodded. “Easily,” she concurred.
Marie’s grip on my shaft tightened just the slightest bit and she managed to squeeze out a small dollop of pre-cum from my member. The girls watched raptly as it fell from the tip of my penis onto the kitchen floor. “So,” my wife said, “are we just gonna admire this or put it to good use?”
Lisa turned on her heels. “I’ll get the equipment ready,” she told us as she headed for her bedroom. “Just gimme a few minutes. I’ll give a shout when it’s all set up.” With that, she left the three of us alone.
Kim stepped a bit closer, her eyes wide. “Can I… can I hold it?” she asked timidly.
Marie looked up at me and I gave her a shrug. Standing at six-foot-three, I towered over both of them, which meant that my cock was even with their necklines.
Kim gingerly reached out her hand and touched my engorged tip. More pre-cum oozed out onto her fingertip. She brought the dollop of fluid close up for inspection. “I’ve played with all kinds of fake dicks before, but this is… different.” She gamely tasted my pre-cum and seemed to be at a loss for deciding how it tasted as she smacked her lips. “It’s… different,” she observed. “Tastes kinda like spit, I guess.” Marie and I said nothing as she reached out again to take firmer control of my trouser snake. Her small hand couldn’t completely wrap around the shaft, but she had a good enough grip on it to move it around as she clinically inspected it. When she saw that it wasn’t going to jump out of her hands, she leaned forward, her eyes darting between us and my member, stretched out her tongue and tentatively licked the tip for a more direct “taste” of my seminal fluid. When her mother and I didn’t object, she got bolder and wrapped her full, pouty lips around the head and immediately created suction. At that, my cock throbbed. It was just too surreal to stand there, my wife next to me, and watch my daughter begin to suck my cock. She didn’t go down the shaft or even attempt to give anything like a real blowjob, but when she pulled her lips off it with a slight smacking sound, she stared at it in wonder. “I felt it jump,” she said. “And… it tastes even more different somehow. Like… richer, thicker. Better.”