Café Cream

Amore and Aurora drank until they felt full, then the three of you spent the morning cuddled up together on the bed. Humanity were strings of data and a toggle beyond concerns like eating and sleeping now. Still, as you lay there with your daughters using your breasts as pillows, you found you had no plans on skipping out on either. Eventually though, you had to start your day proper.

Your daughters were planning on hanging out with their friends. Amore especially felt it important to re-introduce herself and explain her situation. They both blushed red when you jokingly suggested you’d come with. Partly for the same reasons as earlier, but also not. You and Aurora helped her pick out a nice outfit with the digital wardrobe, but to her credit she was already feeling confident in her choices. She also wore them like they and her body belonged to her. Not as bold as Aurora, but, like her less tomboyish sister, was in a skirt and wearing a stylish nylon cocksock that matched her dark leggings. Even while flaccid, your futacocks were massive and had to be covered up somehow when not ‘in storage.’

You took another route, strapping the erect length so she rested against your chest and found a matching maid outfit to wear for when you worked downstairs. It felt a little stuffy, sitting bulging against the distorted frilled outfit and apron, and having the silk-covered gland poking out of your breasts so close to your nostrils… were all positive as far as you were concerned. No one could tell you otherwise, not when each step down the stairs made your jiggling breasts caress and tug at her sensitive foreskin in such an all-encompassing way.

The interior of the downstairs café was as elegantly furnished as the rooms upstairs and possessed a homely and welcoming atmosphere. The East Asian inspiration in the architecture continued, but not as dominant as before with wrought stone walls on each of the three walls except the facade overlooking a beachfront shopping street. Framed paintings of Japanese landscapes hung from the walls. It also continued with the same theme of mahogany, red, and an abundance of greenery. Rich wood decor, burgundy velvet coverings on the seating, and beautiful flowers and small bushes that filled the room with a beautiful aroma. The terrass in the back opened up to the golden beach and the sparkling blue sea. While an impressive city skyline stretched out the horizon, not that far from your scenic and charming town either. You supposed Amore and Aurora should be somewhere among the futuristic looking skyscrapers by now.

Somehow you doubted you’d ever get tired of seeing this drawn and animated landscape every morning. You took a deep lungful of the air, held it as you listened to the birds singing, then breathed out. This was bliss.

Still, you had a couple of changes to make and returned inside. Firstly, adding a picture of you and your daughters, in your nowhere near decent maid outfits and with your erections on full display, in a place of prominence. And smartly turning on the adult filter, tinting the windows and limiting access for anyone below eighteen years old afterwards. Next came countless other small things that ate away what remained of the morning and midday until all that was left was naming the café and crafting the menu.

You brought out the smartphone, found the registration forms and named your business ‘Café Cream.’ And you filled the kitchen fridges with enough ingredients that you could experiment and try out recipes for days on end. Any recipe could be saved and stored to be replicated at will later, with a wide range already available, but you were planning on making batches yourself. Café Cream’s uniqueness would be its selling point.

A sudden ping from Aurora interrupted what you were supposed to do next. And intrigued, you opened the picture she sent. It showed she and Amore busy acquainting their friends with their sex. One of their friends, you couldn’t see who it exactly was, was making the peace sign and had her face covered up by your eldest’s futacock. The end of her cocksock was bulging obsecenly with unreleased cum, straining the nylon material far beyond what should've been its limits in the old reality. Earlier they hardly ever let you know what they were doing and now they were sharing so openly. Smiling lasciviously, you felt your lust stirring and considered doing something about your arousal. While you teetherd on the edge for a few minutes, all that blood rushing to your bound cock made thinking difficult, you eventually put away the smartphone.

When returning to what you were supposed to do, you first made a quick detour on your way to the kitchen to turn the Open/Closed sign hanging on the front door to open as an invitation to any neighbour that would want to peek in. Deciding you could always whip up something quick if they wanted to order. Your cock and pussy both twitched and sent an ache running through your spine as a pair of dark spots appeared outside your nipples while you considered exactly what that could entail.

You patted your little chinpo, telling her she shouldn’t be hasty in a sweet and caring tone you had often used on your children when they were unruly. In response, she gurgled happily and leaked creamy precum which sloppily pooled in the cleft between your breasts. “Ara ara~,” you tilted your head and serenely placed a gloved hand against your cheek as you sighed, “perhaps you’d also like to tell me what I should do with that.” The chastened cock didn’t so much as throb. You giggled and happily carried on, relishing the feeling of the precum slowly draining down your shaft.