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Wicked Wife & Sleeping DaughterThe bathroom door opened right as I reached for the doorknob. I froze. A cloud of steam washed over me as my eighteen-year-old daughter stepped out, still damp from her shower, her brassy hair wrapped up by one towel, another towel wrapped about her budding body. I blinked at the sight of her swelling cleavage and then noticed how sleek her legs were.They glistened.The towel hardly fell down low enough to cover her rear. Up until that moment, I had seen Tiffany only as my daughter. Now she blossomed into a sexual being. A rush of heat surged down to my cock. It hardened and swelled, rising forward and catching on my underwear.When had Tiffany grown so sexy? What had happened to my little girl? She had curves. I mean, I knew she was growing. I knew she wore bras now and shaved her legs and did all the other things a teenage girl did.But she had still seen like my little girl.And now that image shattered. I noticed the beauty of her face as she stared up at me, the smile playing on her impish lips, the glint in her blue eyes. She arched one eyebrow, giving me a strange look.“Dad?”“Huh?” I said. On the heels of lust came embarrassment. I had just ogled my daughter, my little girl. What was wrong with me?“You’re kinda in the way, Dad.”“Oh, right, sorry,” I said, giving a laugh. My hand itched to reach down and adjust my erection so it wasn’t so painfully trapped. “Just being a goofball.”She rolled her eyes and shook her head. The towel slipped. Near her hip, the two ends parted, revealing her pale flesh up her side. My dick throbbed even harder. “Dad, you are always a goofball. That’s why I love you.”Love you. Those words sent another wave of lust through me.“Good,” I croaked. “Love you, too.”Her smile exploded across her lips. Then she slipped by me. I didn’t move enough and her hip rubbed against my hard erection. The towel pulled farther apart, dragging on my bulge, and I caught a fleeting glimpse of curving buttocks before the pink terry cloth fell into place. Then Tiffany sauntered down the hallway, her hips shaking. I could just catch the bottom of her butt, the start of swelling cheeks.When did she develop such a great ass? It was like her mother’s.Tiffany paused at her bedroom’s doorway. She turned and smiled at me before she slipped in. The door closed behind her with a loud click. I groaned and shook my head, heat rushing through my body. What a little nymph.“You need to take your shower so we can get going,” my wife admonished from behind me.I jumped and turned. My wife stood in her slip. Tonight we had a wedding to go to. My wife and daughter showered first so they could do all their magic, leaving me last. I swallowed at my wife, still beautiful and curvy as she approached forty, her breasts looking wonderful in the slip’s cleavage, her brown hair falling in curling waves about her mature face.Our daughter’s face fully blossomed. She even had that same, impish smile.“What’s got you excited?” she asked. “Staring at Tiffany?”“What, no,” I laughed, hoping she was joking. “Why would I stare at our daughter?”She shook her head. “Shower. Now. Mister.”“Yes, dear.”I stepped into the haze of steam. I hoped Tiffany left me any hot water. She should have showered earlier. I hated taking a cold shower. Then I glanced down at my still-hard erection, the glimpses of my daughter’s flesh seared into my mind.Maybe a cold shower would be a good idea.My erection died the moment the icy water hit me. I gasped, letting the water flow across my body, cooling my ardor. It was hard to think of Tiffany, or any woman, when my teeth chattered. My respectable cock shrank and my balls retreated.Good.I grabbed the soap and washed fast. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~It was late when we arrived at the house, my feet sore, both my women sleepy. Though Tiffany popped back up and bounced in the back of seat. She was a little giggly. I had my suspicious she snuck a glass of champagne at some point.Her dress—a lavender affair with a plunging neckline that had shocked me when I saw it, though her mother told me to stop being a prude—rustled as she straightened up. In the rearview mirror, I couldn’t help noticing the swell of her breasts jiggling as she arched her back.They were small, but looked firm, handfuls begging to be played with. I wondered if any boys had pawed at her. A surge of anger shot through me. I hoped not. No one should touch my little girl’s tits but me.I froze at that thought.Me?I was her father. What the fuck was wrong with me?“Mmm, what a great night,” my wife said, stretching, showing off her equally plunging neckline of her red dress. Her large breasts bounced and jiggled, drawing my eyes from appreciating my daughter’s cleavage. Betty leaned over. “Weddings always make me randy.”I stiffened as my wife, a little tipsy, kissed me, her hand slipping down and rubbing at my hard bulge. She groaned into the kiss, squeezing harder. Our daughter sniggered in the backseat before opening the door and climbing out.“Don’t forget to take your medication,” my wife called, breaking our kiss to be a mother. “Okay?”“Yes, Mom,” my daughter said, rolling her eyes.She had recently been diagnosed by a disorder—Sleeping Beauty Syndrome. Last week, my wife had taken her into the doctor. Now Tiffany had to take a pill every night, one that would let her get a full night’s sleep without any issue.I hadn’t realized she had any sleeping problems. I mean, she was so young, but my wife insisted.“She’ll be out for the entire night,” my wife purred, stroking my cock. “Won’t hear a thing.”I smiled at my wife. We had an active sex live. Nineteen years of marriage hadn’t diminished it yet. She was a passionate woman. She believed the best way to keep a man was to keep him interested. And she worked hard to do just that.But my eyes trailed to my daughter, a younger version of my wife, heading to the front door.“We’re going to have wicked fun tonight,” my wife purred before kissing me again.We necked in the car like teenagers ourselves. My hands found her breasts, kneading them while she rubbed at my cock, driving me into a frenzy. I groaned into her hot kisses. The window of our car steamed up. I wondered what the neighbors must think if they noticed the car rocking in the dark. But I didn’t care. I ached. I needed to cum. It was an imperative.I pushed up my wife’s skirt, slid up her sleek stockings. She wore thigh-highs today. I moved higher and found her flimsy panties, the crotch soaked. She shuddered as I rubbed them. My zipper rasped. Her hand reached in, pulling out my hard cock, stroking me.“Yes,” I groaned, breaking the kiss.“Let’s go inside,” she purred.I only nodded.She climbed out of the car, adjusting her dress, then sauntered to the door. I didn’t bother putting my cock away. It was dark and I was hard. I followed after her, my dick bouncing before me. Tiffany left the door unlocked. We were inside in a heartbeat, kissing, moaning, our bodies pressed together, our hands roaming.Clothing came off. I hadn’t been this turned on in so long. Tiffany danced through my head as I stroked and caressed my wife’s body. We moved across the living room, leaving a trail behind us, and then reached the stairs.“Ooh, yes,” my wife moaned as she darted up the stairs, her naked ass shaking. I caught shadowed glimpses of her pussy covered by her trimmed, brown down.I followed that gorgeous ass, my cock bouncing before me. My wife darted down the hallway and then paused before our daughter’s bedroom. Our daughter’s door was half open. My wife pushed it all the way open and froze. A shudder ran through her body. What was she doing? I slowed as I approached, all too aware I was naked.Naked and hard.“Come here,” she whispered, motioning to me. “You have to see this.”“What?” I asked. “I’m naked.”“She’s sleeping. Come on.” She motioned again. “The pill will keep her out no matter what we do.”I swallowed and padded down the hallway to her, my dick bouncing before me. She seized my shaft, stroking me as I joined her at the doorway. I peered into my daughter’s room. Moonlight spilled silver across her, painting her body. My eyes widened. She slept only in a pair of frilly panties, lying on her back, her firm tits rising like cones as she breathed slowly, her brassy-brown hair spilled about her pillow. One arm held her teddy bear that she claimed to be too old for.And yet insisted he still sleep with her.“Isn’t that a beautiful sight?” my wife whispered in my ear as she stroked my dick. I could only groan as my wife pressed against my side, her nipples hard on my flesh. Her hand gripped me, stroking faster. My dick ached in her hand as I couldn’t tear my gaze away from my daughter’s sleeping form.“Isn’t she blossoming into a beautiful, young woman?” my wife purred. “Mmm, doesn’t she make you ache with her sensuous form.”“Betty,” I groaned. “What are you saying?”“Those tits. God, those are great tits. Still so firm. Ooh, yes, she may not be as big as mine, but they are still gorgeous.”“Betty,” I gasped now, shock shooting through me.And my wife kept stroking me.“You saw her step out of the bathroom today, teasing you. She waited, you know?”“Waited? What?”“To step out of the bathroom. She made sure you were in the hallway. Little girls love to tease their fathers. She’s been doing it for a while, but you never noticed. But you did today. I could tell.” She squeezed my cock. “You stared at her all night in her dress, looking at her ass, her small tits. Mmm, you’re so hard.”“Because you’re stroking me.”Her lips brushed my ear. “Because you want to fuck our daughter.”“Betty, I never would.”“Why not?” My wife’s wet pussy rubbed on my hard thigh. “You took a cold shower today. You were shivering when you came out. The idea of fucking our daughter popped into your head.”“I wouldn’t.”“Really?” Betty moved away from me. She pulled me into the room by my cock. I groaned and stumbled after. Moonlight flashed about her generous curves as she led me beside our daughter’s bed. My wife stroked me with her right hand then brushed a strand of hair off Tiffany’s forehead. “You don’t want to ravish her?”Was this a trick? A trap? My wife couldn’t be asking this questions? Did she want me to? Was she a pervert?I stared at my wife like I had never seen her before in my life.“Such supple skin,” My wife purred, her free hand sliding down Tiffany’s neck and shoulders to her chest. “And these breasts. Let’s see how hard her nipples get.”“Betty,” I groaned, my heart thudding in my chest.My wife’s fingers trailed up our daughter’s right tit. She circled the conical mound and reached the dusky-pink areola. A small ring. My wife stroked its circumference. A hard nub rose out of the center, a tiny peak thrusting from my daughter’s small mound.“Look at that nipple,” my wife purred. “Just delicious.” Then she bent over and sucked it into her mouth.My dick throbbed. I almost came as my wife’s lips sucked on our daughter’s nipple. She popped her mouth off of it, leaving the nipple pink and shiny. My head swam. My balls boiled. I couldn’t believe this was happening. It was like I entered the Twilight Zone, stepping out of reality.“You liked that,” giggled Betty. “I know you did. Your dick doesn’t lie. It can’t.”“What is going on?”“I’ve been aching for this moment,” Betty panted. “You touching her, fucking her. It makes me so wet when I think about it. I masturbate in her bed while she’s at school. I pretend I’m her and you’re atop me, fucking me, making me cum.” She let out a shuddering moan. “Oh, Daddy, fuck me. Drive your cock into me.”“Shit, Betty,” I groaned, my balls boiling. “I’m gonna…”“Cum?”I nodded, the image of myself fucking Tiffany burned in my mind, of sliding my cock into her young pussy, to feel her virgin grip, tight and hot. To hear my baby girl gasp and moan, loving my strokes, embracing the pleasure.It was too much.Betty moved my cock. I didn’t fight her. She brought the tip of my dick to our daughter’s half-open mouth. She pressed my dick into it. My eyes widened at the wet, warm touch of Tiffany’s mouth. In sleep, her lips opened wider, latching on the tip.And she sucked.“Goddamn!” I groaned as my balls unloaded.My cum poured into my daughter’s mouth while my wife stroked it. Her hand slid up and down my dick, squeezing out every blast of cum. It poured into my daughter’s mouth, leaking out the sides. She swallowed in her sleep, gulping down the cum that boiled out of me.“Fuck,” I grunted again, shuddering, such powerful waves of passion bursting out of me. I hadn’t cum so hard in my life. “Damn, damn, damn.”“Ooh, that was a good one,” my wife purred, letting go my dick.I stumbled back, suddenly dizzy as the lethargic after bliss of my orgasm d****d my body. I just came in my daughter’s mouth. The thought rattled through my mind. My dick twitched, wanting to swell hard, to do it again.And then my wife leaned over and kissed our daughter. Her tongue flicked out, gathering my cum that leaked out. My wife’s naked ass shook at me. I shuddered and reached out, grabbing her cheeks, squeezing them as she cleaned my jizz from our daughter’s lips.“Mmm, her first taste of cum,” my wife panted. “Daddy’s cum. I know you’ll have sweet dreams now, baby.”“Fuck,” I breathed as my wife straightened.Then she pulled me out of the room to our bedroom. She fell back on the bed and I devoured her pussy. I made her scream loud. She loved it. She called me daddy over and over, moaning and gasping in a girlish voice.When I fucked her, she pretended to be Tiffany. I came hard again.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I was nervous the next morning when Tiffany stumbled downstairs in a pink nightie, something she normally would have warn instead of just her panties. I sat at the kitchen table, sipping my coffee while Betty cooked Sunday breakfast.“Morning, sleepyhead,” my wife said, beaming at our daughter. My wife woke up bubbling and giggling, acting like a teenager. We made love a second time this morning. The entire time my wife whispered in my ear how hot it was watching me cum in our daughter’s mouth. Then she moaned “Daddy!” as she came.“How was your night?” Betty asked.I tensed. Did Tiffany remember anything that happened? What if she wasn’t really sleeping?“I had a great night sleep,” she said, bouncing to the table. She jumped onto my lap, so lithe and light, squirming like she used to love.My dick hardened.“Morning, Daddy.”I swallowed. She was so cute and innocent. And so lovely. I felt her right breast through the t-shirt I wore. Memory of her hard nipple saturated my mind as she leaned in to give me a quick kiss on the cheek.“Morning,” I told her as she slipped off my lap and took her seat. “So no, uh, weird dreams?”She blushed. “Well, I did have a, um, sexy dream.”“Wet dream,” Betty said. “And that’s perfectly normal at your age. I used to have them all the time.”“Wet is the word,” my daughter giggled then glanced at me and blushed.My cheeks warmed as I imagined her slick thighs.“And I had this funny taste in my mouth,” she continued as my wife brought over the pancakes.“Funny?” I asked then swallowed. “Like what did it taste like.”“Salty and a little bitter, but I liked it. I wouldn’t mind tasting it again.” She giggled. “I dreamed I sucked a…” She blushed, glancing at me. “Nevermind.”“It would explain the salty taste,” my wife giggled.My daughter nodded, her smile growing as she glanced at me. Did she want to suck a cock. My cock? No, no. My lusts are running wild. I needed to control them.But my dick throbbed, the memory of her hot lips burned on my dick.She looked at her pancakes. “Mmm, these look great, Mom. Thanks.”“You’re welcome.” My wife leaned down and kissed Tiffany on the forehead.I wanted her to kiss our daughter on the lips.Betty sat down beside me, her hand casually brushing my hard cock. She smiled and winked at me. She knew why I was hard and she approved. All through breakfast, I relived the cumming into my daughter’s mouth. I remembered how she sucked in her sleep, drawing the cum from my depths.And she had no idea. It was a wicked secret my wife and I shared.Betty grinned all through breakfast as Tiffany talked about how much fun she had last night and the cute boys she danced with. Every time she mention a boy, she glanced at me, flashing me a dazzling smile while shifting in her seat.She gave me a great view down her cleavage.My wife was right. Tiffany wanted me to look at her. She was having fun teasing me. The way she sat on my lap, squirming, rubbing her cute butt into my swelling hardon, and now her looks. Her small feet brushed mine beneath the table as she kicked her legs.She had always done it. I thought it innocent, and now…“Go wash the dishes,” Betty said to our daughter when breakfast was finished.“But…” Tiffany pouted, flashing me a look and leaning towards me.I caught a glimpse of pink areola down her nightie.“Listen to your mother,” I said automatically. Tiffany always turned to me to get out of doing chores. “Now.”“Fine,” she sighed, collected the plates, and flounced to the sink, her butt shaking.My wife leaned over and let out a purring, lust-filled moan. “Look at that ass. That is such a cute nightie. When I bought it, I knew you would love seeing it on her.”Sweat beaded the forehead. Could our daughter here us over the running faucet. She wasn’t that far from the table. “Betty, she’s right there.”“I know,” my wife panted. “I’m so wet right now. I can’t wait for tonight.”“Tonight?”She nuzzled into my ear. “I want to watch you fuck our daughter. It’ll be so hot.”My dick threatened to burst from my shorts.My wife broke away from me, striding by in her own nightie, her large tits bouncing beneath the cloth. She came up behind our daughter, hugging her from behind. The pair giggled and laughed. I leaned back in my chair, not hearing what they talked about as I sipped my coffee and pictured my cock sliding into our little girl’s pussy.I had married one perverted woman.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The idea of fucking my daughter would not go away all day. It was Sunday, so I spent it outside mowing the lawn and then trimmed our hedges while my wife and daughter worked in the floor beds, both wearing the tightest pair of jean shorts and, I swear, no panties.From behind, they looked almost identical. Betty had a curvy ass, but they were both scrumptious. And their camel toes The denim hugged their crotches as they worked, their plump vulvas outlined as the bent low over, hips shaking.They both were teasing me.Their giggles echoed every time there was a lull in the lawnmower or leaf blower or hedge trimmer’s motors. They were a pair of sirens. And, worse, my wife kept glancing at me and then nodding her head towards our daughter, inviting my ogles while Betty had that mischievous smile on her lips.As we neared wrapping up, my daughter headed inside to fetch lemonade while my wife and I put our tools away in the shed. In the dark, I grabbed my wife, pressing her against the side and kissed her. I was so horny.My dick had been hard all day, aching for relief. I had to fuck her.“Mmm,” she moaned as I groped her breasts. “Someone’s eager for tonight.”“Fuck tonight,” I panted. “I need you now.”Her smile bloomed. “Did we tease you that much?”“Yes,” I groaned. “Her shorts. They’re too small for her. She shouldn’t wear those. I could see everything. Christ, her vulva was plump.”“I know.” My wife undulated her hips, grinding on my hard-on. “So you need to be patient. I’m not having you spoil your appetite for tonight’s feast.”“You’re serious.”She nodded her head.“Mom, Dad,” our daughter shouted.“We’re in the shed,” my wife called.I jumped away from my wife as the door yanked open with a groaning creak. My daughter glanced in, a grin crossing her face. “What were you two doing in here?”“Nothing,” I groaned, my dick throbbing so hard.“Didn’t look like nothing to me,” she giggled. “Mom’s blouse is messed up.”“We were making out,” Betty answered. “And that’s thirsty work. Lemonade?”“On the veranda.”My wife seized my hand, my dick aching to cum, and led me to the porch, denying me a moment’s satisfaction.My wife watched me like a hawk after that. I had no opportunity to sneak off and jerk my dick, to relieve my blue balls. She even followed me into the bathroom when I had to pee. We were pretty casual about sharing the bathroom. But I knew why she followed, and it wasn’t to check her makeup at eight at night.And every few minutes, she would whisper, “She’ll be asleep in three hours.” Then “Two Hours,” “One hour,” “thirty minutes.”She drove me wild.Our daughter went upstairs to get ready. “Remember to take your medicine,” my wife called in her sweet, motherly voice.“Yes, Mom,” our daughter said. I could hear the eye roll in her voice.My wife licked her lips and squirmed more, her excitement swelling. We both were quiet as we listened to our daughter move around upstairs, going through her nightly ritual, brushing teeth, combing her hair, removing makeup. It was so quiet downstairs I heard the flip of her light switch, the pad of her feet, the creak of her bed.We waited another fifteen minutes, letting the medicine lull her into a deep sleep.Then my wife stood and stripped naked, baring her excited body. Her thighs gleamed with her juices, her nipples were fat nubs thrusting from her heaving tits. I followed her, fear and lust warring inside of me.We were really doing this.My wife led me by the cock, a huge grin on her face. We reached upstairs. Our daughter’s door was half open like last night. My wife led me down the hallway to the door. I trembled, wondering what our daughter would be wearing.Sky blue panties, lace around the legholes. Nothing else.Her nipples were hard today, painting shadows across her body as the silvery moonlight streamed through her window. Her brassy hair fell over her face, half-hiding her sleeping beauty. Such innocence.“We can’t,” I groaned. “She’s our daughter.”“She wants this,” my wife purred, drawing me into the room by my hard, aching cock. “That’s why she’s sleeping with the door open nearly naked. That’s why she wore those jean shorts and no panties. Our baby girl is dying to have sex with her daddy.”“But she’s sleeping.”“And that makes it hotter,” my wife purred in my ear. “She won’t even know she’s had you. Yet.”We reached the bed. My wife stroked my dick as we gazed at our sleeping daughter’s beauty. My wife’s free hand reached out and stroked down our daughter’s stomach. Tiffany let out a cute sigh, shifting on the bed, the medicine keeping her asleep.Then my wife reached the hem of our daughter’s panties. Her fingers dipped in, pressing down towards the innocent warmth between Tiffany’s thighs. I groaned, my balls churning. Betty’s hand stroked up my cock, reaching the tip.“Shit!” I grunted as my cock came.I had been primed all day, my dick cocked and ready to fire. Only the slightest sensation was needed to trigger me. I shuddered as the cum squirted out of me, mighty blasts that splashed across our daughter’s stomach and tits, painting her in dripping cum. My wife sucked in a deep breath, stroking me, aiming my cock, making sure each subsequent blast painted Tiffany’s small tits.“Ooh, we teased you so badly,” she groaned. “Oh, I guess we were wicked.”“Uh-huh,” I panted, shaking as the bliss pumped through me. My cum dripped on my daughter’s body.“Ooh, that’s so hot,” my wife purred, leaning over and letting go of my cock. She swept her hair back behind her shoulders then licked a line of running cum that dribbled down our daughter’s side.My dick twitched, aching from the first cum as I hardened for a second. It was too much. I had always loved porn where a man came on a women’s body and another woman licked it up. Betty knew that. We watched enough porn together.She was doing this for me. She knew it would excite me.“Mmm, your cum taste so good on our daughter.” Her tongue licked higher. “You drenched her. Ooh, that was so wicked of you, Phil. You’re such a bad daddy.”“Yes,” I panted, transfixed by the sight of my wife’s tongue lapping up my cum drenching our daughter’s body.Betty moved higher, licking, gathering jizz. It coated her lips and tongue. She shuddered, shaking her hips, as her licks reached our daughter’s small mounds. Betty licked and tongued around the cone, following the lines of jizz. She moaned every time her tongue gathered my cum into her mouth, her hips shaking, juices dripping down her thighs.Her tangy musk filled my nose. I groaned, breathing it in as I watched her summit our daughter’s breast and engulfed a cum-covered nipple. Tiffany mewled in her sleep. She stirred and trembled, a smile playing on her lips.Was she dreaming?Betty loved our daughter’s nipple. My wife sucked and nibbled. Her fingers rubbed my cum into Tiffany’s other breast. Betty rolled and pinched Tiffany’s left nipple while sucking on the right. Our daughter sighed again, her body twitching as she slept.And my dick grew harder.“She has such cute breasts,” my wife moaned. “Mmm, I love her so much, Phil. Don’t you?”“Yes,” I groaned.“We need to give our daughter so much pleasure,” my wife purred as she turned her lips to the cum puddling on our daughter’s stomach. Several lines had ran to our daughter’s bellybutton, pooling in her little innie.My wife illegal bahis straddled our daughter’s head and leaned down, tonguing at the cum pooling in Tiffany’s bellybutton. I groaned, stroking my hard dick as my wife licked and gathered the cum. She sucked it out, reveling in the taboo delight.“Take off her panties,” groaned my wife. “Do it.”I moved to the bed and grasped our daughter’s filly, blue panties. I trembled as I drew them down her hips. The fabric rolled, exposing her pubic hair, dark against her pale skin. A new musk filled my nose, sweet with youth.My daughter’s excited pussy.I rolled the panties farther down her thighs, past her knees, her calves, and off her cute feet. My wife spread Tiffany’s legs apart. Betty’s fingers stroked our daughter’s pubic hair then brushed our daughter’s wet slit.“Ooh, she’s so hot,” groaned Betty. “She’s going to have a real wet dream tonight.”My wife leaned down and licked at our daughter’s slit. I groaned, kneeling between Tiffany’s thighs as I watched my wife tongue our sweet daughter’s cunt. Betty moaned as her tongue licked through the folds. Her fingers parted Tiffany’s labia, revealing pink, virginal depths.My wife licked and sucked, moaning and squirming. Soft sighs came from our daughter’s lips. She shuddered and squirmed on the bed, her thighs contracting. My wife tongued faster, juices staining her lips.“You have to taste her, Phil,” groaned my wife. “She’s so sweet. Taste our daughter’s cunny. It’s wonderful.”“Yes,” I panted, leaning down.I took my first i****tuous lick of my daughter’s cunt. She moaned again, the sleepy gasps of a girl dreaming naughty passion. She tasted so sweet, so fresh. I groaned as my tongue flicked up to her clit, a small bud peaking out and begging to be played with.So I sucked on it.Tiffany squirmed in her sleep. Her moans were sweeter and more urgent. Soft groans and mewls of bliss. I batted her clit with my tongue, giving my daughter the most pleasant wet dream of her life as I feasted on your youthful, virgin flesh.And she was virgin. Her hymen formed a pink ring of flesh about the tight opening of her pussy. I probed it with my fingers, touching it, my dick aching, begging to bury into my daughter and feel the sweet grip of her flesh about me.“That’s it,” my wife moaned with crazed passion. The bed creaked as her hips shifted. Was she grinding her pussy on our daughter’s face. “Lick her little cunt. Her baby cunny. Mmm, yes, give our daughter the bliss she yearns for.”“Yes,” I panted, drunk on i****tuous passion.My daughter’s juices stained my lips, I moved lower, nuzzling at her folds, my fingers spreading her wide open. I lick at her pussy’s entrance, brushing her hymen before plunging into her untouched depths and drinking her sweet juices.“Oh, that’s so hot,” my wife purred, her fingers rubbing at our daughter’s clit. “Devour her. Make the little slut cum. Our baby slut.”My eyes focused on my wife’s fingers circling our daughter’s clit. Tiffany moaned louder in her sleep. Her stomach tensed and her hips bucked against my lips. Her pussy clenched about my tongue. I felt it building in her.My daughter’s first orgasm at the hand of another.I was sure she masturbated. Every one did. She had rubbed her pussy and clit. She had probed her fingers past the ring of her hymen pretending it was my cock pricking her. She had bucked on her bed and moaned my name as her youthful passions overwhelmed her.I could almost hear her moan her delight, her sweet voice gasping, “Yes, Daddy,” as I tongued her. My wife’s fingers were a blur on our daughter’s clit, rubbing Tiffany hard, driving her to her sweet release.Tiffany gasped loud. Her hips bucked. Her pussy spasmed on my tongue.We made our daughter cum.It was such a beautiful sight, her tight pussy convulsing. Her juices flooded my mouth. My wife shuddered, her face constricting. She gasped, sharing pleasure with our daughter, cumming on Tiffany’s sweet face.“She’s ready,” my wife moaned as her eyes rolled back in her head. “Fuck our little girl. Ram your dick into her tight, virgin cunt. Make her into a woman. Our baby slut.”“Yes,” I growled, my heart bursting with joy. I would be my daughter’s first. I would open her up to pleasure. I knew in the morning she would wake up knowing she had the best dream ever and wishing it was true.I rose. My wife sat up on Tiffany’s face, revealing our daughter’s cum smeared body. My wife grasped my hard cock. She stroked me, her thumb massaging the tip of my hard cock, as she brought me to our daughter’s cunt.“Take her,” my wife moaned as she squirmed, smearing hot cunt on Tiffany’s slumbering lips. She rubbed my cock against our daughter’s wet cunt. “Fuck her, Phil. Fuck our baby girl.”“Yes,” I groaned and thrust.My daughter’s hymen tore. Her body bucked. And then her hot, sweet cunt wrapped about my dick, a wet peach engulfing me, massaging my cock. I groaned at the pure bliss. Such sweet depths held my cock.My daughter’s depths.I was in my daughter. I buried to the root in her. “Fuck,” I grunted. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”“Yes,” my wife moaned, grinding on our daughter’s face. “That’s right. That’s our daughter’s flesh about you.” She cupped my face, her fingers burning hot. “Tell me what she feels like.”“I’ve never been in such a tight cunt,” I groaned as I drew my dick back. Pleasure raced down my dick. My head ached in her depths. “But she’s so wet. And she clenches. Shit, Betty. I’m fucking our daughter.”“You are,” she breathed, a huge smile on her face. Then she kissed me hard. Our lips sweetened by Tiffany’s cunt.I thrust into my daughter’s cunt again. I groaned. She was so young. Eighteen. And what a delicious thrill it was to be in her, to make her a woman. Her pussy clenched and relaxed on my dick. Her little hips bucked and gasped.“Daddy,” she sighed in the slurred passion of dreams. “Yes, yes, Daddy.”My baby girl would have the best wet dream ever.My strokes grew faster as the ache swelled in my balls. I wanted to cum in her. I wanted to spill my load into her depths. My balls, heavy with a new load of jizz, smacked into my daughter’s flesh as I plunged deep into her.I groaned into the kiss with my wife. Her fingers tightened on my face. She broke the kiss, staring into my eyes. Her large breasts heaved as she squirmed on our daughter’s face. She licked her lips, grinding harder, driving herself to another orgasm.“Yes, yes, fuck our daughter. Cum in her. Breed her. Plant a grandc***d into our daughter. Do it!”“Oh, fuck,” I panted.My wife grinned. “I can see it in your eyes. You want to breed our daughter.”My hips fucked harder. I grunted, unable to speak, overcome by the bestial desire to impregnate my daughter. I slammed deeper and harder into Tiffany. I savored the tight grip of her cunt as the pressure swelled in my balls.“Breed our daughter,” moaned my wife, tossing back her head. Her breasts heaved. Her face twisted with passion. “Cum on our daughter’s face,” I panted. “Let her wake up tomorrow morning tasting your cunt on her lips.”“Oh, God, you’re such a wicked father!” My wife screamed out loud, always so vocal when she cums. Her body heaved. She grips my shoulders as she cums on our daughter’s face again. Her passion makes my balls tightened, bringing me closer and closer to flooding my daughter’s cunt.“Daddy!” my daughter sequels in her sleep.Her pussy convulsed on my dick. My eyes widened. Such hot, tight rapture massaged my cock. Her flesh sucks at me as I draw back. She wants my cum. Her sleeping body wants to be bred by her daddy.“Yes, baby girl,” I groaned, answering her plea and thrusting forward.My dick buried into her depths, reaching for her young womb. My balls boiled. The cum erupted down my cock. I grunted with each blast of i****tuous seed spilling into my daughter’s depths. My back arched as the pleasure screams out of me.And then the final spurt and the settling bliss.“I bred her,” I panted to my wife. “I bred her as she came.”“She wants her daddy’s c***d,” my wife moaned. “Even in sleep she knows.”My wife climbed off our daughter. Tiffany’s face is shiny, reflecting silver, a smile on her lips, her breathing settling down as she returned to her normal dreams. I leaned over my daughter and kiss her slumbering lips, tasting my wife’s tangy pussy.“Now we need to get her cleaned up,” purred my wife, “or she might be suspicious.”I laughed as I pulled out my dick. A flood of my seed poured out, tinged with the pink of her virgin blood. “Yeah, she might.”“But she enjoyed herself.” My wife beamed. “She pleased her daddy, and every little girl wants to do that.”The beep of my alarm clock dragged me out of drowsy sleep. I groaned, my hand lashing out, swiping across the counter, brushing my cell phone before I crashed into the side of the alarm clock’s plastic case. My fingers trailed up it and found the button.“Crap,” I groaned. I hated Mondays. They were always the—Did last night really happen? I shot up in bed, my heart thudding in panic and looked at my wife. The covers spilled back, revealing her lush, naked body. Betty was still in great shape, her large breasts soft pillows that I loved to play with. Her eyes opened, a pleased smile on her face.“Morning,” she purred.“Honey…did we…?” I swallowed. Did I really want to know? Had we really m*****ed our sleeping, eighteen-year-old daughter? What type of terrible parents were we.“I hoped you didn’t regret last night,” purred my wife. “Because it was so hot watching you take Tiffany’s cherry. Mmm, you pumped so much cum into our daughter’s virgin snatch. I bet you bred her. I bet she has Daddy’s baby growing inside of her.”“Fuck,” I groaned, shaking my head. “What is wrong with us?”Her hand reached out and grasped my hard dick. I groaned as she stroked it up and down. “Feels like someone loved it.”“Just morning wood,” I muttered.“Don’t be like this, Phil. Last night was magical. Our daughter came so hard on your cock. Didn’t you feel her spasming so hard on you?”My dick throbbed in her hand at the memory of my daughter’s virgin, teenage pussy spasming on my dick. Her hot, tight flesh gripped me, milking my dick, eager for my cum to spill into her depths while I fucked her hard and her mother ground on her face.“But she was asleep. She had no idea.” Even if it had been so hot. I shuddered again, aching to feel my daughter’s tight cunt wrapped about my cock, to watch her mother again lick my jizz out of her pussy. “It was wrong.”Our daughter was recently diagnosed with Sleeping Beauty Syndrome. I thought it was a strange name, especially since the medicine she now took made her sleep the entire night through without stirring, oblivious to whatever happened to her. Like her father deflowering her pussy after licking her to an orgasm.“Mmm, I can’t wait for tonight,” my wife moaned, stroking my dick faster. “She’s broken in now. You can really fuck her hard.”“Betty,” I panted, groaning, my balls aching. Her hand felt so good on my cock. I wanted to say no, but it was so hot thinking about doing it again.What was wrong with me? How had I not known my wife was the biggest pervert in the world? I was so blind to it.“I’m so wet thinking about last night,” moaned Betty. “Our little girl’s pussy swallowing your cock. And she has another hole.” Her lips licked my ear. “I know how much you love fucking my ass. Imagine your teenage daughter’s virgin bowels wrapped about your dick.”“Fuck,” I panted, squeezing my eyes shut. My balls almost erupted. I was so close to exploding. Just a few more strokes and—A loud knock wrapped our door. A second later, it cracked open, our daughter’s face peering in on us. I yanked up the covers as Betty pulled her hand away. I groaned as the blanket brushed the sensitive tip of my cock, my balls tensing, so close to erupting.“Mom, Dad,” Tiffany said as she crept in wearing a flimsy, pink nightgown. Not what she slept in last night which was a simple pair of panties.Those panties were clutched in her hand. I swallowed as she rushed to the bed, her brassy-brown hair trailing behind her. She threw herself between us, wiggling and forcing my wife and I apart as she settled in.“What’s wrong, sweetie?” my wife asked, putting her arm around our daughter’s shoulders.I tensed. Did she remember? Did she know we fucked her? Betty had cleaned up most of my cum, but I had fired so much into her sweet snatch. What if more leaked out while she slept? What if she were sore down there?What if I hurt her?“Mom, I feel funny down there,” Tiffany said.“Down where, sweetie?” Betty asked in her motherly voice, completely unconcerned.My ears burned. My stomach tensed. “Um, this sounds like a mother-daughter sorta conversation.”“Oh, no, Daddy, you don’t have to go,” Tiffany said, grabbing my hand, her eyes glancing down at the bulge my hard cock made in the blankets. “It’s okay. I’m not embarrassed.”My wife gave me a knowing look, reminding me about little girls and their desire to flirt and please their fathers. I swallowed, still squirming even as I throbbed. Tiffany smelled so sweet. She was her mother but younger and petite, no huge breast but small, budding mounds topped by tiny nipples, each hard and tenting the fabric of her nightgown.“When I woke up, I felt funny down there. And when I pulled off my panties, there was a milky stain in them. See.” She held up her panties. There on the crotch was my dried cum.“Oh, that’s perfectly natural,” my wife laughed. “You don’t need to worry about that.”“But it wasn’t the only thing strange, Mommy,” she said. “I, um, explored my pussy.”“While masturbating?” Betty asked, a shrewd gleam in her eyes. “I know you like to do that in the morning when you wake up.”“I guess,” my daughter squirm, giving me an innocent look. “You don’t think I’m bad because I like to touch myself?”“Of course not, sweetheart. Everyone does it.”“Even you, Daddy?” A mischievous smile popped across her lips. “Is that why you’re so hard right now? Did I interrupt?”“No, no, just morning wood,” I told her, my ears burning hotter. “It happens to guys.”“I was giving him a handjob,” my wife said. “And, yes, you did interrupt. But that’s okay. Now what’s so strange about your pussy?”“Well, my hymen’s gone. And I feel so…open down there. I could get three fingers into me. I never could get more than my little finger past my hymen before.”“Any soreness?” my wife asked.My heart hammered. She knew she had sex. We were busted.“A bit. But it’s okay. A pleasant ache.” She shifted. “Is something wrong? My hymen shouldn’t have vanished. It’s like I had sex. But I’m a virgin.” She glanced at me. “Honest, Daddy.”“I…I believe you,” I choked out.“Hmm, that is strange,” my wife said. “Well, you couldn’t have had sex last night.”“Nope, I took my medicine and was out like a log.” My daughter spread her legs. “Could you take a look. Make sure I’m fine.”“Of course. I just need to lift your nightgown. I assume you’re not wearing any panties beneath.”My dick ached and throbbed. “Maybe I should give you privacy.”“No, Daddy!” Tiffany grabbed my left arm, clinging to it. “You need to make sure I’m okay.”“It’s our duty as her parents,” grinned my wife.I swallowed. “It seems more like a mother’s duty, honey.”“Philip Taylor, you will help to make sure your daughter is perfectly healthy. Now don’t be embarrassed. You used to give her baths. Nothing has really changed since then.”Everything had changed.“Okay,” I swallowed. Despite my wife’s stern words, her brown eyes twinkled with a mischievous light.I couldn’t breathe as my wife drew up our daughter’s nightgown, exposing more and more of her sleek thighs. I had seen her pussy before, but it felt so different with the early morning sun streaming through the window.Our daughter was awake this time. I fought the urge to groan as her pussy came into view adorned by a light amount of brassy pubic hair, the curls matted down by milky juices—my cum and her cream. Her legs spread wide and her tight slit parted, showing her pink depths. “See, Mommy, no hymen,” Tiffany said, her fingers reaching down to spread her labia farther apart. “Does it look bad?”“It looks fine to me,” Betty said. “What do you think, Phil?”“Um, fine.”“Just fine, Daddy?” Tiffany’s dark eyes met mine. Her youthful face trembled. “Only fine?”My wife gave me a fixed look that told me to make it right.I kissed my daughter’s forehead. “It’s a pretty pussy, okay. Just perfect.”My daughter beamed, threw her arms around my neck, and kissed me quickly on the lips. I sat stunned as she broke apart and laid back on the pillows, her fingers shooting back down to her pussy and pulling her labia apart again. I could still feel the heat of her lips on mine.“Mommy, can you and Daddy make sure everything’s all right.” She smiled at both of us, so innocent.“You mean…?” I swallowed, my eyes rooted to her pussy. My dick throbbed. I needed to cum so badly. I wanted to pin my daughter down, mount her, and fuck her pussy so hard. I wanted to feel that tight, silky glove about my cock again and erupt into her depths.I needed to control myself.“Yes, Phil.” My wife rolled her eyes as she stared at our daughter. “Your daddy can be pretty dense sometimes.”“That’s okay,” beamed Tiffany. “I love him anyways.”“So do I.”My wife and daughter shared a conspiratorial laugh and my wife gave her a quick kiss on the lips. My dick ached harder. Flashes of my wife and daughter locked in a passionate kiss with lots of tongue, their naked bodies pressed together, shot through my mind.“Let me just feel around in there,” my wife said, sliding her hand up our daughter’s thigh to her pussy. “I’ll be nice and gentle. Like the doctor.”Tiffany bit her lip. Her eyes widened when my wife reached her teenage pussy. She pushed two fingers inside. My daughter bit her lip, fighting a moan as my wife pumped her fingers in and out of our daughter’s pussy. Juices coated her fingers, glistening in the sunlight.“How does that feel, sweetie?”“Good, Mommy,” my daughter panted, her little hips undulating. “Very good. You’re going so deep in me. Mmm, I didn’t know my pussy was so deep.”“It’s so you can take a cock when you’ve found that special man,” my wife cooed into our daughter’s ear. “Your pussy will get nice and wet and take all of his girth.”I swallowed. I wanted to stroke my dick so badly.My wife kept pumping her fingers in and out of Tiffany’s pussy. Our daughter shuddered, her youthful breasts jiggling beneath her nightie. Her breath quickened. My wife fingered our daughter faster and faster.“Everything is feeling perfectly normal to me,” my wife purred, her thumb “accidentally” brushing our daughter’s clit.“Good!” gasped Tiffany, her body aching. “Oh, yes, you’re soothing away the soreness, Mommy. It feels really good.”“I bet,” giggled my wife. Then she glanced at me. “Phil, maybe you should check, too.”I swallowed, staring at my wife’s fingers pumping in and out of our daughter’s snatch. Pink folds clung to Betty’s digit. Juices leaked out, coating my wife’s fingers and ran down our daughter’s taint to stain our sheets.“Yes, Daddy, I need your opinion, too.” Pleasure crossed her face. “I trust you, Daddy.”“Yes, you have to make sure our baby girl is fine.” My wife licked her lips, her thighs squeezed tight together, loving m*****ing our daughter under the guise of a medical exam. “Come on, honey, don’t be shy. Help your daughter out.”I swallowed and reached out in a trance. I couldn’t resist. I knew it was so wrong, but that just excited me more. It was forbidden. i****t. Merely thinking the word propelled my hand to my daughter’s pussy. My fingers stroked her wet folds.“Mmm, that’s nice, Daddy.” A shudder wracked my daughter’s body. “Oh, please, please, Daddy. I need you in me.”“She needs you in her, dear,” my wife groaned. “Do it.”I shoved two fingers deep into my daughter’s pussy. Her eyes widened. She gasped and bucked. Her flesh clenched down on my probing fingers. She was so hot and wet. I groaned, savoring how silky she felt on my fingers. My dick ached in memory of last night.I pumped them in and out, taking my time, not rushing. I savored the feel of my daughter’s young, fresh pussy. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She shuddered, her back arching. The thin fabric of her nightgown outlined her hard nipples.I wanted to suck them.“How do I feel, Daddy?” she panted, her legs squirming. “Please, please, tell me I feel wonderful.”“You do, sweetheart,” I panted, turning on my side, my dick rubbing against the blankets. My balls boiled. “You feel healthy and perfect. Nothing wrong with your pussy.”“Yes, she’s developed into such a beautiful, young woman,” panted my wife, her own hips undulating, her thighs squirming.“Good,” my daughter panted. Her hips bucked. “Thank you, Daddy! Yes, yes! Thank you!”My daughter came.Her pussy spasmed about my fingers. Her moans echoed through the bedroom. Pleasure transformed her young face. Her eyes squeezed shut. She bolted upright as her juices spilled around my fingers then crashed back into the pillows. She gasped and moaned, legs twitching.“Oh, yes, yes, Daddy,” my daughter panted. A smile crossed her lips. “Thank you for checking me out.”“You’re welcome,” I answered, my mouth dry. I just fingered my daughter to an orgasm.“Ooh, I have to get ready for school,” she said as I pulled my fingers out of her. Then she scooted her hips and worked her way off the bed. She bounded through the door, leaving it open behind her, and raced down the hallway to the bathroom. A moment later, the shower hissed on. I turned to my wife in disbelief. “Did that really just happen?”She grabbed my fingers and pulled them into her mouth. She shuddered as she sucked our daughter’s juices from my fingers. The feel of her lips and tongue shot from my fingers straight to the tip of my dick.When she pulled them from my mouth, she moaned, “Tastes like it.”With a growl, I threw myself on my wife. Her legs parted and she gasped when my dick plunged into her boiling-hot pussy. My strokes were fast and quick. We both came in under a minute, grunting and gasping as my cum boiled into my wife’s pussy. She held me tight, her pillowy breasts rubbing on my chest as the pleasure flooded out of me.“Shit,” I groaned, panting above my wife. “Shit, shit, shit.”“Wait until tonight,” my wife whispered in my ear. “Tight, teenage, virgin ass. Mmm, you’ll love it.”“Shit,” I groaned, my dick still hard.My wife giggled beneath me.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Work went by in a daze.I stumbled through the humdrum of the office. I wrote my reports without really knowing what I was typing. I gave a presentation that I didn’t remember a word I said, just read from the slides and pointed while everyone nodded.Last night I fucked my daughter’s virgin pussy while she slept. Tonight I would fuck her virgin ass.My dick was hard all day. I fought the urge to go to the bathroom and masturbate. It was the only time I rose from the daze. The rest of the day I stumbled around not functioning, my mind filled with visions of my naked daughter: her beautiful, tiny tits; her small, pink nipples; her slim thighs; boyish hips; tight pussy slit; and the hot, wet feel of her cunt wrapped about my dick, sucking and writhing, begging for my cum to flood her snatch.What if I did make her pregnant? Did my wife really want me to breed a grandc***d with our daughter? And what about Tiffany? Sure she enjoyed being fingered and she came hard in her sleep last night. But what if she would hate us when she found out? What if she told the police?My wife and I could go to jail.And that only made me harder. It was such a risk, exciting. It made my office work so boring. A humdrum existence keeping me from my true passion—fucking my daughter and wife together, having hot, i****tuous threesomes.My dick swelled hard again. I groaned, shaking my head. I was such a pervert. I couldn’t believe how disgusting I was. She was my daughter. I shouldn’t want to fuck her.I shouldn’t.But I did.When I took my lunch, my phone hummed. It was a picture of my wife in our daughter’s bed wearing the very pair of sky blue panties my daughter wore last night. Her hand was shoved in them, clearly fingering herself.“Can’t wait for tonight,” she wrote, the text accompanied by a winky emoji.The next pic was my wife on her hands and knees, snapping the picture in our daughter’s closet door mirror. The panties were no pulled down my wife’s thighs, bunching near her knees. Her phone was positioned right next to her butt-cheek. Her other hand parted her cheeks, exposing her puckered sphincter.“Soon you’ll have enjoyed all your women’s holes,” this text read. “Lucky dog.”“Shit,” I muttered in the breakroom.“What?” John, one of my coworkers, asked.“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. “Just my wife sending me pics.”“Really?” he asked. “Can I see.”“No,” I said, giving him a look. “I’m not showing you my wife.”“I’ll show you mine.” A hungry light burned in his eyes.“No.” I put my phone away, balled up my lunch bag, and tossed it into the garbage can.“Come on. You’re wife is a fox.”Yes, she was. A conniving fox loose in the henhouse and she was having so much fun.She sent me several more teasing pics of her masturbating in our daughter’s bed and sniffing Tiffany’s dirty panties. Then Betty also admonished me not to masturbate myself. illegal bahis siteleri “You need to save your seed for our daughter.”My cheeks burned. It was too much. My dick was an iron slab all day. It was so hard not to go and masturbate. I tried to focus on my boring work, but I sank back into my lust-filled daze, thinking of Tiffany’s slim, tight ass and how great it would be to fuck.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“How was work, dear?” my wife asked when I walked into the kitchen through the garage door. She was at the stove cooking stir fry.“Long,” I told her. “And your pics didn’t help.”“I know, I’m so wicked,” my wife giggled.“What pics?” I jumped. I hadn’t noticed our daughter at the kitchen table working on her school work. Her eyes danced with curiosity. She set her pencil down and leaned across the table. “What pics, Daddy?”“Adult ones,” my wife smiled. “You have to keep your man interested and stimulated, honey. They’re dogs, honey, and you don’t want him sniffing at another woman’s ass. Not unless your with him.”“Betty?” I groaned, hating how frank she was with our daughter.“So you and Daddy have threesomes?”“Only twice,” Betty smiled. “And with a very special, young lady. We’re getting together with her real soon. She’s giving your dad a sweet treat.”“Anal?” my daughter asked.I froze.“Uh-huh,” my wife nodded. “Good guess.”“The boys at school are always begging for anal,” my daughter frowned. “I said no. It sounds painful.”“Oh, honey, it’s anything but if you have the right man and he gets you ready.”“Ooh, that sounds wonderful.”My dick was so hard. I cleared my throat. “I, um, I’m going to change. Get out of my work clothes.”“Don’t be long,” my wife said. I understood her meaning. Don’t masturbate. “Dinner’s almost ready.”“Okay, honey.” It was most unfair. She must have masturbated several times today.When I came down stairs, my daughter asked me for help on her math homework. I sat beside her, smelling the flowery scent perfuming her body, unable to help my eyes glance at her halter top making a little mound of cleavage out of her small breasts.Would I ever see her as only my daughter again? Did I want to go back? My cock didn’t. He was at full mast.The evening followed the normal weekday routine of Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune, my wife and daughter both eager to guess the answers while I sat in my recliner, my eyes drawn to both my women. Both wore shorts, their legs gorgeous and long. Tiffany was blossoming into her mother’s ripeness. Then the news came on and Tiffany vanished to do teenager things—talk to her friends on Skype. Not sure why she had to, she spent the entire time watching TV with her phone in hand, her fingers moving at a blur and her phone constantly ringing and trilling with updates.The news over, it was time for bed. Upstairs, Tiffany went through her evening routine. Betty made sure she took her medication. Tiffany rolled her eyes as she groaned, “Yes, Mom,” made my dick throb. Soon the fun would began.When had I turned into this lecher waiting to prey on my daughter. I was supposed to protect her, make her safe, and yet I was eager to ream her ass while she slept. She was a d**g, an i****tuous intoxicant I couldn’t shake.And neither could my wife.“Mmm, she’s settling down,” my wife purred. “And I didn’t hear the door close. She’s eager for her Daddy to see all her charms. Do you think she has the courage to take off her panties.”“After this morning?” I swallowed. “She had to know we were masturbating her, honey, not checking her.”“I’m sure she did.” My wife sat on my lap, her ass wiggling. “She’s a bright girl. And did she object? No. She begged for her Daddy to finger her when Mommy finished. And we’re giving her what she wants, and she doesn’t even know it.”We waited fifteen more minutes to make sure the medicine had taken effect. The entire time my dick ached beneath my wife’s great ass as she squirmed, her heat bleeding through the cloth. She was randy and ready to m***** our daughter.And so was I.“It’s time,” I growled, unable to contain myself.“Someone’s eager.” My wife licked her lips. “Mmm, yes, let’s go enjoy barely legal ass.”Yes.My wife flew out of her clothing as she headed for the stairs, her naked ass shaking, her juices dripping down her sides. I caught glimpses of her bouncing tits as I followed, kicking my shorts off my feet and then ripping off my t-shirt.My dick bounced before me.Tiffany’s door was wide open this time, the moonlight streaming out into the dark hallway. My wife paused at the door, peering inside, smiling. She gave a wicked giggle and cocked her finger to me, inviting me to gaze at our daughter.Tonight, Tiffany slept on half on her side and on her stomach, her torso twisted, her ass facing the door covered in a pair of pink panties that were a cross between a thong and a normal pair, the bottoms of her butt-cheeks fully exposed before the thin band of cloth widened into frilly cloth to circle her waist.“Ooh, she’s wearing the cheekies I bought her for her birthday,” my wife grinned.“Cheekies?”“That’s the style,” my wife said. “Naughty, huh? Didn’t have panties like that when I was her age.”My wife grabbed my cock and led me into the room. My dick ached in her hand as I stared at the cloth dipping between the cheeks of Tiffany’s ass. In the dim light, I could see the beginning of her pussy, plump against the cloth vanishing between her thighs.“Mmm, she’s such an angel. So innocent.” My wife let a depraved laugh. “She needs to be dirtied.”My wife seized our daughter’s hips and pulled her down the bed a foot. Then she rolled our daughter fully onto her stomach. Lastly, my wife pushed a pillow beneath Tiffany’s stomach, elevating her cute tush.My wife kissed the right cheek. “Mmm, she smells delicious. Come on, pull her panties down. Let’s enjoy her ass.”“Yes, dear,” I panted, stumbling to the bed. I knelt between my daughter’s spread legs as my wife slid on the bed beside Tiffany. I stroked up my daughter’s thighs, staring at the thin strip of cloth molded over her pussy. There was a dark spot.An excited spot.I leaned over, inhaling her sweet musk through her panties. I loved the scent. My wife purred her approval when my hands swept up our daughter’s ass and gripped the waistband. I tugged the cloth down. It rolled around the elastic waistband, the cloth rising from her butt-cheeks then parting from her sweet pussy. I pushed it down to around her mid-thighs, out of the way.My wife’s finger shot between our daughter’s thighs. Tiffany let out a sleepy sigh as Betty stroked up and down the tight slit. Her finger dipped into Tiffany’s folds and came out glistening. My wife smiled and brought her finger between our daughter’s butt-cheeks. She wiped the moisture onto our daughter’s puckered sphincter.“She’s going to love your cock fucking her there,” groaned my wife as she leaned down, licking her lips.Then she licked our daughter’s sphincter.I groaned and held our daughter’s butt-cheeks apart for my wife’s m*****ing tongue. Betty swirled around the puckered opening, bringing more sighs from our sleeping daughter. Her butt-cheeks clenched against my fingers and her hips wiggled.Her sweet musk grew stronger.“Mmm, I can smell her hot pussy,” my wife groaned between licks of our daughter’s asshole. “She’s getting juicy, giving us all the lube we need.”My wife reached between our daughter’s thighs. Tiffany groaned again in her sleep when my wife penetrated her pussy. Betty kept tonguing our daughter’s ass as she drew her finger back to the sphincter. She shoved it deep into our daughter’s bowels, penetrating her depths, lubing her for the fun.“Ooh, she is tight. You are going to love her, dear.”“Uh-huh,” I groaned, licking my lips.I leaned down. I had to taste my daughter again. I nuzzled my tongue through her forbidden slit. This time, my tongue penetrated deep into her pussy. No hymen protected her. I popped her cherry last night. I fucked my tongue in and out of Tiffany’s young pussy. She moaned and sighed. I hoped her dreams were magical. Her hips shifted, pressing her pussy against my lips while my wife licked and fingered our daughter’s ass.“Mmm, don’t lick up all her juices,” my wife purred, her finger sliding down to gather more juices. “She needs to be lubed.”“They’re flooding out of her. She’s like her mother.”“I know. Got a hot cunt. Good thing she has a pair of loving parents to help her out.”“Uh-huh.”My wife smiled at me. “Glad you’re getting into the spirit. We’re just giving our baby slut what she really wants—her daddy’s love.”“Daddy,” my daughter sighed, her words slurred.“She’s dreaming about you.”“Better make them special.”I pressed my mouth back into my daughter’s pussy as my wife continued her work stretching out our daughter’s asshole. She worked two fingers into Tiffany’s bowels, loosening and lubing her, preparing her for my cock.Daddy’s cock.My dick ached. I licked my daughter faster and faster. I found her clit and sucked into my mouth, delighting in the wonderful sighs. She squirmed more, her body responding even in sleep to our m*****ation.“Oh, she’s getting relaxed,” moaned my wife. “Keep working on her, Phil. Make our baby slut cum so hard.”I fucked my tongue into her daughter’s hole, savoring her flavor. Her walls clenched on me. She shifted and sighed. Her mother worked fingers faster and faster in and out of her asshole. It was so hot. My dick, the tip rubbing on my daughter’s bed, ached to fuck her. My balls boiled.My daughter shuddered. Her pussy spasmed on my cock. She let out cute sighs and squeaks as her sleeping body came. I drank her juices as they flooded out of her pussy, luxuriating in them, happy I made my daughter cum.“Ooh, yes, she loved that one,” groaned my wife.“I bet she did.” I licked my lips, savoring her musk.Betty pulled her fingers out of our daughter’s ass and moaned, “Shove two of yours in.”I let go of my daughter’s asscheeks. Betty took over, keeping them pried apart. I shoved two thick fingers into her tight pussy. They were about as wide as my cock. I reamed in deep, letting her juices coat them. Then I brought them to her asshole and shoved them in.“Oh, yes,” groaned our sleeping daughter. “Mmm, s’nice.”My wife shuddered. She kissed me as I worked my fingers in and out of our daughter’s tight ass. I tasted sour musk on my wife’s lips as my fingers pumped deep into my daughter’s depths. Her ass was hot and velvety. My cock had to fuck her.I broke the kiss.“It’s time?” my wife asked.I nodded my head. “She’s loose. She can take my fingers.”“Then she can take Daddy’s big cock,” my wife moaned. She shifted down the bed and then knelt before our daughter’s slumbering face. She grabbed Tiffany’s brassy hair. My wife guided our daughter’s face to her pussy. “Mmm, if you were awake, you would devour Mommy’s pussy like a good girl.”“She would,” I moaned as my wife moved our daughter’s sleeping head up and down, my wife rubbing her hot snatch into Tiffany’s face.I rose and straddled my daughter’s legs. I guided my cock to her pussy. I sank into her hot, molten depths for a moment, basting my cock. She was so tight and wonderful. I wanted to stay in her, but I stared at her butt. I had to violate her bowels. I had to fuck her ass.“Yes, do it,” my wife moaned, her voice thick and throaty. “Ream the little slut’s ass. Our baby slut needs a big dick in her. You heard how excited she got when I mentioned the right man fucking her ass. It was you she was thinking of. Our daughter has it so badly for you. She’s a daddy slut. Fuck her ass.” My wife’s huge tit shook as she humped into Tiffany’s face. “Do it. I need to see you ream her.”I pried our daughter’s butt-cheeks apart and stared at her sphincter. I pulled my dick out of her tight cunt. Juices dripped off my shaft. I slid it through her crack and found the puckered opening of her sphincter.“Daddy’s going to fuck you so hard,” I groaned.Tiffany sighed into her mother’s pussy.“She wants it so badly,” my wife moaned. “She’s dreaming of you fucking her ass right now.”“Yes…daddy…” My daughter’s sleepy whisper triggered my hips. They thrust forward. My dick pressed into my daughter’s sphincter. The puckered opening held off my cock longer than her hymen had. I groaned, my tip aching.And then I popped in two inches.Hot, tight, virgin ass gripped my cock. I growled, thrusting forward, savoring the rougher grip. Pleasure rippled up my cock. I drove deeper and deeper into her. I groaned when my groin pressed into her butt-cheeks and my ball rested against her taint.“You’re balls deep into our daughter,” my wife gasped. The bed creaked as she humped our daughter’s face. “Now fuck her. Pound that ass. Make our daughter cum so hard.”I leaned on my arms over my daughter, my face near my wife’s big tits. I drew back, groaning with every inch I slid. Agonizing bliss engulfed my cock. She was so tight, so hot, so amazing. My balls churned. I drew my cock back until the tip remained.Then I sank in just as slowly. I savored violating my daughter’s asshole. Her forbidden bowels gripped my cock. Her tiny hips shifted. And her moans. Such sweet, wanton moans escaped her lips spurring me to keep fucking her.She loved it.“You’re fucking our daughter’s ass,” my wife gasped, her body shuddered. “Holy shit, yes. Mmm, keep fucking her. Let me know when you’re about to cum.”“I will,” I panted. “I can’t stop fucking her. She’s amazing.”“Uh-huh.” My wife’s eyes widened. “Oh, yes. Her lips…oh, god, that’s good. Mmm, yes. My baby’s lips are rubbing on my pussy. She’s making Mommy feel so good.”My hips sped up their thrusting rhythm as I watched my wife buck and spasm. Her huge tits bounced before my face as pleasure crashed through my wife’s body. Her back arched. When she came hard, she squirted.And she came hard.“Yes, yes, yes, that’s Mommy’s juices. Oh, fuck, Phil. She’s amazing. Oh, I love her so much. This is the best. Oh, yes. Oh, fuck!”“She is,” I panted, my cock aching in her tight grip.My balls slapped into my daughter’s taint. The bed creaked in the familiar rhythm of sex. My daughter groaned and gasped as her bowels clenched and relaxed on my dick. She sighed my name, her words slurred by sleep.As her ass relaxed I could fuck her faster and harder. My groin smacked into her butt-cheeks. I loved the sound. I savored it echoing through her room. My wife shuddered, regaining herself after her orgasm, her smile encouraging me to keep pounding our daughter’s bowels.“Shit, she is so tight, Betty. So fucking tight. I can’t believe it. Oh, fuck. She’s taking all my cock up her ass.”“She’s a baby slut,” panted my wife. “Mmm, yes. Keep pounding her. She’s moaning into my pussy. I feel each one. It’s so hot. Makes me so wet. I can’t wait to cum again.”“I’m getting close,” I groaned, the friction building the pressure in my balls. “Fuck, I want to flood my cum in her asshole.”“But that won’t get her pregnant,” moaned my wife. “You can’t breed your little girl by fucking her ass. You know that.”“But…” I groaned. “You want me to pull out and fuck her pussy?”Betty nodded her head.“I need a cloth to wipe my cock off first.”My wife shook her head.“You want me to fuck my dirty cock into her pussy?” She smiled and nodded her head.“That’s so filthy,” I panted. My dick throbbed. I almost came just at the thought.“Uh-huh.” My wife shuddered again. “Clean your dick off in our daughter’s pussy then flood her with your cum. Breed a baby into her. Do it!”I groaned and ripped my dick out of my daughter’s asshole. I shifted positions and thrust it into her wet cunt. She was so tight, gripping me with her silk. I thrust hard, frantic, my balls smacking into her clit as her pussy walls washed my dick off.The image seized me. Her pussy scrubbing her ass from my cock, cleaning it. My hips bucked so hard as my balls tensed. My face twisted. The frantic moment of no return hit me. I had to cum. Nothing would stop me.“Yes, yes, cum in our daughter! Breed her!” My wife came hard, screaming loud enough to wake the neighbors.My balls tensed. I drove into her depths. I unloaded. Blast after blast of my cum spilled into my daughter’s pussy. I grunted. My body shook. My fecund seed filled her fertile depths. I drove in deep, wanting my cum to get as close to her womb as possible.“Fuck a grandc***d into our daughter!” screamed my wife, gripped by her orgasm.“Yes,” I groaned.My daughter shuddered. Her pussy spasmed about my cock as she came. She milked me. I grunted, savoring her pussy pulsing around my dick, cleaning off the last of her ass and squeezing out the last of my cum.“That’s it, baby,” I moaned. “You want Daddy’s c***d.”“She does,” groaned my wife, slumping against the headboard. “So badly. Mmm, that was so hot.”I nodded my head.“Now we need to clean her up.” My wife giggled. “It will be such a surprise when she’s pregnant.”“You are a wicked woman.”My wife nodded her head.My daughter shuddered and sighed a final time as her orgasm reached its peak. Then her breathing slowed as she settled into regular sleep. I smiled, loving her medicine. It was so potent to let her sleep through passionate sex.Sleeping Beauty Syndrome may sound made-up, but I was glad my daughter had it.“She isn’t even wearing panties tonight, the little slut,” my wife chortled in my ear. I reached up and adjusted the Bluetooth earpiece to make it more comfortable and stop pinching. “Ooh, this is almost as good as being there. She’s ripe and ready for you. She’s taken her medication and she’s passed out.”My dick ached. Even after a month of fucking my eighteen-year-old daughter while she slept, I was still eager to feel her hot, tight flesh wrapped about my cock. It was so wrong. So forbidden.So wonderful.It had all been my wife’s wicked idea to m***** our sleeping daughter. After Tiffany was diagnosed with Sleeping Beauty Syndrome, which sounded completely made-up to me, she had to take a powerful medication that kept her knocked out for the entire night. Nothing disturbed her. Not even being fucked.She had no idea her mother and I licked her pussy, sucked on her nipples, and fucked her ass. She slept through it all. She had no idea. The next morning she bounced with energy, bubbling about the sexy dreams she had again. Our daughter didn’t know what we were doing to her, but her body did.And she came hard as we m*****ed her.Tonight my wife was out of town visiting her sick sister. So she made sure the old nanny cam we bought years ago was setup and working again. She had positioned the teddy bear so it had a perfect view of our daughter’s bed.“No panties?” I asked as I padded down the halls naked, my dick thrusting hard before me.“Nope, the little slut must be desperate for Daddy’s attention.” My wife giggled. “Ooh, she has such a crush on you. Now get in there and satisfy your little girl.”I reached my daughter’s bedroom. She left the door open, again. She did it on purpose. She was always flirting with me, bursting with youthful passion. I had heard her whispering with her mother, talking about her burning desires for an older man.Me.My daughter had the hots for me.I stroked my dick as I entered the room. It was strange. I paused at the doorway. It was the first time Betty hadn’t accompanied me in. It was all her idea. She should be here, but she had to settle for masturbating at her sister’s house while watching the fun on the laptop.“God, she’s gorgeous, Phil,” moaned my wife. “Can you see her pussy from the doorway? The camera’s not in the right place for me to tell.”I nodded my head, forgetting my wife couldn’t see me through the nanny cam yet. My eyes were glued on my daughter. She lay on her belly, the curves of her ass rising above her sleek back before they transitioned into her smooth thighs. She fell asleep with them spread wide, her pussy aimed at the door.“Little slut,” I groaned.“What?” my wife groaned. “Can you see her cunt?”“Yes. She has it pointed right at the door.”“She wants Daddy so bad. She thinks I’m out of the way.” My wife moaned. “Get in there and give her what she wants.”I nodded. I floated forward. My dick ached. I reached her bed and stared at her. She was gorgeous, lithe. Brassy-brown hair spilled about her back and face. I brushed a few strands off her shoulder and bent down to kiss her.My daughter sighed in her sleep. “…daddy…”“Daddy’s here,” I groaned. “Daddy’s going to make such sweet love to you.”“And breed you,” panted my wife. “Tell her you’re going to breed her, honey. Breed a grandc***d into our daughter. I want to see her teenage belly swelling with your c***d. It will be so fucking hot.”“Daddy’s going to cum in you and you’ll get pregnant,” I groaned. It was so wrong, the line no parent should cross with their c***d.My dick almost came just thinking about it.What would Tiffany think when her sleek belly swelled with her c***d? Who would she think fucked her? She was a virgin and proud of it. She had no idea her mother and I m*****ed her in her sleep. I should have stopped before taking her cherry.But I couldn’t. My daughter was a d**g. My wife and I were both addicted to her youthful flesh.I reached out and stroked my finger down her spine. My daughter moaned and sighed in her sleep, shifting slightly. Her little butt wiggled. My finger reached the bottom of her spin and kept going, rising with the swell of her ass. I circled her right cheek, my finger dimpling her flesh.“Don’t tease me,” my wife panted. “I’m so horny. Just fuck her.”“When I’m ready.”My wife moaned. I heard the wet squelch of fingers working in and out of hot cunt. “Fuck her! Breed her! Oh, yes! Do it, Phil! She wants it, the little slut. I bet her pussy is already soaking wet. Feel her. Touch her! Let me know.”“Okay.”I moved my hand down between my daughter’s thighs. It grew warmer and warmer the deeper I reached. My daughter shuddered when I brushed her pussy surrounded by her soft curls. I stroked up and down her flesh. Her toes curled and her butt clenched. Her juices coated my fingers.“She’s soaked.” I brought my fingers to my mouth then paused and held them out for the camera. “Can you see them glistening on my fingers?”“No. The camera sucks too much. Just finger her. Fuck her. m***** her! Oh, God, Phil, please, please, please. I’m so horny. I’m going to explode if you don’t.”“I thought you wanted to explode.”“Phillip Taylor, m***** your daughter right this instant!”I answered like husbands had for centuries: “Yes, dear.”My hands clenched and squeezed Tiffany’s ass. They were so warm and juicy. I pulled them apart and groaned at the sight of her sphincter nestled between them. I leaned down, unable to resist any part of my daughter’s body.I licked and tongued her sphincter. My daughter sighed and squirmed more in her sleep. I imagined the wonderful, wicked dreams she was having right now. I was glad I could give her this pleasure even if she had no idea it was really me.“Daddy,” she sighed. “Oh, Daddy.”“Just enjoy, sweetheart,” I groaned between licks of her sour asshole.My fingers dug into her ass, kneading her butt-cheeks as my tongue probed and wiggled into her sphincter. I entered her bowels, loving the rough texture. My cock throbbed, aching at the memory of taking her anal-cherry a month back. Every few nights I fucked her ass.“Oh, that’s it, eat our daughter’s ass,” gasped my wife. “Ooh, yes. You’re such a bad daddy. Such a wicked father. You’re m*****ing our sleeping daughter. She trusts you. Oh, yes, yes, yes.”My wife’s loud moans made it pretty obvious she just came. She gasped and heaved in the background, her bed creaking. My dick ached, glad I was pleasing both my women. I kept tonguing Tiffany’s ass while my right hand explored lower and lower.And found my daughter’s wet pussy.I shoved a pair of fingers into her tight, silky depths. Tiffany moaned and her flesh clamped down on my fingers. Her hips wiggled as I pumped my fingers in and out of her depths. My dick ached and throbbed, wishing to swap places with my fingers.I ignored my cock. For now. I concentrated on tonguing my daughter’s ass and fingering her pussy. I pushed my tongue as deep in as I could while fucking my fingers faster and faster in and out of her cunt. My thumb pushed through her folds and found her clit.“Daddy!” Tiffany gasped, her slumbering body bucking in the bed.I rubbed harder at her clit. I loved how the small bead felt beneath my thumb. I massaged harder and harder against her. She gasped and groaned. She squirmed on the bed, panting, gasping. Her slumbering body loved it. Her dreams must be so wonderful and vivid.“Oh, Daddy, yes.”“The slut loves it,” my wife moaned.“She does.” I shoved my fingers faster. “She’s so wet and hot tonight. Her pussy is sucking at my fingers.”“She wants something bigger in there.”I smiled at my wife’s words. “She’ll get it.”“Good!”“Have a nice cum?”“The best, honey. Ooh, it is so hot watching you on the nanny cam. This is so wicked. I feel like such a bad Mommy. I know my daughter’s being m*****ed and I’m getting of on it. Ooh, yes, keep fingering her twat. Make our daughter cum before you ram that big, thick cock into her tight cunny.”I rubbed harder on my daughter’s clit. Her pussy clenched and relaxed on my fingers. Her hips undulated, pushing back into my thrusts. Her moans echoed through the room. Panting, heaving canlı bahis siteleri moans of pure delight.I moved my lips down her taint to her pussy. I licked around my probing fingers, gathering her sweet juices. They poured out of her. She was like her mother—always dripping wet. I sucked on her clit, nibbling on the little bud.“How does she taste?” asked my wife.“Delicious.”“Good. Make her cum. I’m getting wet again.”I sucked hard on my daughter’s clit then I flicked my tongue over and over on the bud. She gasped and moaned. Her body bucked and squirmed. If it wasn’t for her powerful medicine, I would swear she was awake.“Daddy,” she moaned.Her juices squirted out of her pussy.The hot cream dripped on my face. I loved the feel adorning my face. I breathed in her musk as her hole spasmed about my fingers. More and more juices poured out into my hungry mouth. My wife panted in my ear as I drank our daughter’s passion.“Did she squirt? I bet she did. I bet the little slut flooded your mouth. Ooh, tell me, Phil. Tell me, please!”“She flooded my mouth.” I licked my lips as my daughter’s trembles lessened, stopped. “She came hard.”“And now her pussy’s begging for Daddy’s big, thick dick to ream her. What are you waiting on? I know you want to bury into her snatch and fuck her into the next century, honey. Do it. Give our slut the pounding she wants and deserves.”“Yes,” I groaned and rose. My dick bobbed before me, thick and hard, aimed right at my daughter’s slumbering body.“Yes,” hissed my wife into my ear. “Oh, yes. Fuck the little slut. Breed a grandc***d into our daughter. Do it, honey.”I moved my cock to my daughter’s pussy. I rubbed it on her flesh. It was an awkward angle. So I grabbed one of Tiffany’s many pillows—don’t ask me why she had more than one—and shoved it beneath her stomach, raising her ass and cunt. I smiled as I rubbed my cock against her pussy again, coating it with her juices.My wife moaned in my ear. I glanced at the teddy bear sitting on the shelf and smiled for my wife. She was watching me over the internet. This was so hot. I had an audience while m*****ing my daughter.I had to make it a great show.I thrust into my daughter’s hot, tight cunt, bearing into her in a single thrust. Her flesh engulfed my cock. The hottest, sweetest silk caressed my dick. Pleasure raced down the tip my balls bubbling with cum. I groaned, savoring her depths. Her hips shifted again.“Daddy,” she sighed, dreaming.“That’s right, baby girl, Daddy’s cock is buried to the hilt in your slutty cunt.”“Mmm, yes,” my wife moaned. “Fuck our daughter hard. Pound her cunt. This is so damned hot. I’m watching my own personal porn.”I grinned at the camera and drew my cock out slowly from my daughter’s tight embrace. I groaned, my eyes rolling in my head. It was such a sweet, agonizing bliss. My daughter was so tight and hot and juicy.I thrust into her depths. My balls smacked into her clit. The bed rocked and my daughter sighed. I pulled back and slammed in again. And again. It was heaven. I gripped her hips, pumping my hips, loving the ripple of her butt-cheeks and the moonlight playing on her supple back.“Ooh, yes, you’re ramming your big, thick cock into our daughter’s cunt. That’s so hot. Mmm, yes. Fuck her. Make her cum so hard. Oh, this is so hot, honey. So hot.”The sound of her fingers sluicing through her pussy echoed in my ear. She must have her phone on speaker. I caught most of her gasps and moans as she writhed, watching me fuck our slumbering daughter.What a thrill.I ran my hands up and down Tiffany’s back, brushing the sides of her breasts. They were small mounds. She was her mother in miniature save for their curves. Betty had them in spades. Big, bountiful tits. Sweeping hips. Plump ass. But my daughter’s slender frame and smaller breasts were just as hot. I gripped them. Her nipples rubbed into my palms as I pounded my daughter. The slaps echoed through the bedroom. My daughter’s pussy clenched and relaxed on my dick. Her hips wiggled, an u*********s response. She couldn’t help making them.“That’s it, baby girl,” I groaned. “Mmm, yes, let Daddy feel how much you love his big, thick dick. Oh, yes. You love my big cock. Don’t you?”“Daddy,” she panted.“Yes, you do. Oh, yes.” My balls ached and boiled. They had to explode. I groaned and grunted, burying into the depths of my daughter’s cunt. My back arched. My cum spilled out of me. Blast after blast of my fertile seed spilling into her untouched depths. Tiffany’s pussy spasmed. She shuddered, cumming with me.“That’s it, baby girl,” I grunted. “Milk all of Daddy’s cum from his dick. You want to be bred.”“Yes, yes, yes,” my wife gasped. “Spill all your baby-making spunk in our daughter’s cunt. Oh, that’s so hot. So! Fucking! Hot!”We were all cumming together as a family, even if my wife couldn’t be here. I grunted, driving my dick into my daughter’s spasming depths. I stared right at the nanny cam, loving the thrill of being watched.“I hope you loved that honey.”“I did,” gasped my wife. “Oh, it was almost as hot as being there. I just wish I could lick your cum from our daughter’s pussy. You know how much I love cleaning her up.”“I do,” I grinned. I groaned as I pulled out of my daughter. I bent over, brushed aside her hair from her cheek, and kissed her. I loved the ghost of a smile on her lips. “Sweet dreams, pumpkin.”“After that performance, she’ll have them,” laughed my wife. “Now clean her up.”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I wasn’t scared of my daughter waking up any longer. When we first did this, I was terrified Tiffany would figure it out. After a month, complacency had set in. My wife and I were getting away with it. So when Tiffany bounded into the kitchen dressed for school, I gave her a big grin.“I hope you’re not burning breakfast,” she said, stopping before me, a huge grin on her face.“Trying.”She threw her arms around my neck and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek. She pressed her body against me doing it, teasing me with her developing curves. My dick ached in my slacks. Then, after a few more burning heartbeats, she broke away and flounced to her seat at the kitchen nook.“It doesn’t matter if you do burn them,” she declared. “Not after the wonderful dreams I had last night.”“More wet ones?” I asked. I also was far more comfortable talking sex in front of my daughter.“Maybe.” A smile played on her lips. Memories of sliding my cock in and out of her mouth flashed through my mind.I looked away. If I didn’t, I would never stop staring at her. And then I would ruin breakfast. As it was, the bacon was a little too crispy. I dished up the food, set it on plates, and joined my daughter. She was ravenous.So was I.“Daddy, what time are you getting home from work?”“Same time as usual,” I answered. Then I fixed her a suspicious look. “Planning on sneaking a boy over before I get home since your mother’s away.”“Daddy,” she blushed. “I wouldn’t do that.”“Then why are you so keen to know what time I’m getting home?” I asked, unable to hide my smile. I knew she had a huge crush on me, and it was wonderful to see it on her face.“I have something to show you.”“Oh? Bad report cards?”She rolled her eyes. “No, no, it’s a video I found. I think you’ll find it interesting.”“Why not show it now? I have a few minutes.”“It’s not a few minute video.” She gave me a wink. “Trust me, you’ll want to see it. It’s very…illuminating.”I gave her a strange look. Why was she acting so coy? “Okay, honey. I’ll be home at the usual time.”“Good.” She took a last bite then bolted from the table yelling, “I love you, Daddy, got to go.”I shook my head as the door crashed shut behind her. In some ways she was still my little girl, in other ways she had grown into a gorgeous creature. I closed my eyes, remembering the feel of her pussy as I came in her last night.If I had a few more minutes, I would have jerked off right there at the breakfast table. Instead, I ventured forth into the terrible morning traffic. I fought through the bumper-to-bumper gridlock, sipping my coffee and listening to morning talk radio.By the time I got to work, I had forgotten all about my daughter’s video.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Work was hectic. Stressful. We were behind in the new project. Not by much, but enough that middle management was cracking the whip. They kept going around talking about, “Being part of the team,” and “doing your part” and “making sacrifices.” It was all bullshit.But the bullshit made us work harder. No pointless breaks to talk around the water cooler. No hour spent browsing Facebook while pretending to work on reports. No playing solitaire in the afternoon because I was too tired to do your job.And no thinking about the daughter I loved to m*****. Her tight pussy. Her small breasts. Her dusky-pink nipples. And how she smelled. Fresh. Sweet. Innocent.Okay, I thought about her a little bit. She was in my blood. I loved my wife, but we were both drunk on our daughter.I worked at my desk through lunch, eating an egg salad sandwich I bought from the vending machine. It wasn’t the best decision I could make. But I forced it down as I went over the numbers. By the end of the day, we were making headway, catching up while the middle management ran by giving high-fives like they did anything at all but take credit.Assholes.I clocked out at the regular time. While we were behind on the schedule, the company was too cheap to make us work overtime. I probably would work on it at home on my computer just to show I was a team player.I had a sinking feeling the bosses purposefully made schedules we couldn’t keep up with to find ways to get us to work for free.I faced the drudgery of traffic going home, which was lighter for some reason and I was home fifteen minutes earlier. Since I had forgotten the video, I was shocked when my daughter bounded up to me the moment I walked through the door. She wore a different outfit, something girlish and fluffy: pink, pleated skirt; tight halter top, a brighter shade of pink than her skirt, the fabric clinging to her small breasts; knee-high, pink socks. I was sensing a theme with her outfit.“Daddy!” she grinned, taking my hand. “It’s time to watch the video.”“Video?” I asked then our conversation this morning came back to me. “Right, right. Will this take long? I have some things to work on before dinner.”“Daddy, this is very important.”I didn’t resist as she led me to the living room. Partly because I loved the way her skirt swayed about her sleek thighs and clung to her gorgeous ass. She pushed me down onto the recliner and then grabbed her iPad. We had one of those smart TV’s that tablets and computers could sync to.“Did you know someone set up the old nanny cam in my bedroom?”My stomach lurched. My heart beat faster. “What?”“You know, the one you and Mommy bought to make sure Mrs. Stevens wasn’t up to anything nefarious.” My daughter rolled her eyes. “Like she ever would.”I didn’t know what to say.“Well, I was shocked to see it set up. So this morning, I copied the video it filmed last night on to my iPad.” She paused. “No isn’t that interesting. Who would want to film me sleeping?”She hit play. Her naked body appeared on screen, the curve of her ass, her sleek back, her brassy hair falling over her face. My daughter stood by the TV, looking from me to herself sleeping on screen then back to me. “Well, I can see why someone perverted would want to spy on me while I was sleeping all vulnerable and helpless, unable to do anything because of my medication.” Tiffany took her head. “Someone just disgusting.”“Honey…” I croaked.“Hush, Daddy, let’s keep watching and see who this despicable person is.”I squirmed on the chair. My face burned. I was in so much trouble. Soon the cops would know and I would go to prison forever. My daughter would hate me. I was such a piece of shit.And yet I couldn’t help staring at my slumbering daughter. She was so beautiful on the screen. Was I that much of a pervert?“I look so innocent and vulnerable,” continued Tiffany. “Just lying there, helpless. Anyone could walk in and do something to me.” Her eyes flashed to me. “Right, Daddy?”“I guess.” I licked my lips. “I…Honey…It’s not…”“Ooh, here we go, Daddy. Here’s the pervert.”My shadow darkened the room. Her door was open and I blocked the light flooding in from the hallway. I remembered standing there last night, stroking my dick, ogling my daughter. I walked onto the screen. There was no sound. She didn’t hear me talking to my wife.On screen, I touched her spine then moved down to her ass, stroking it. “Just disgusting,” my daughter said. “Right, Daddy?”“Disgusting.”I watched myself bring my finger down to her pussy, rubbing her flesh. I held it up to the camera before sucking it into my mouth. My dick throbbed in my pants as my daughter shook her head, her nose wrinkling.“He’s tasting my pussy, Daddy. And now look at him. Eww, he’s eating out my ass.”“I’m sorry.” I wanted to look away.“You’re sorry for eating out my ass, Daddy?” She walked to me, her skirt swirling about her thighs. “Huh? Are you sorry for fingering me?”She tapped the screen, skipping the video ahead to me ramming my finger in and out of her pussy while licking at her clit. My cheeks burned. I was in so much trouble. So why was my dick so hard right now? I should be looking away.But I was entranced.“Are you sorry for fucking me?” She tapped the screen, skimping the video forward to show me rubbing my cock up and down her pussy. “Huh, Daddy? Are you sorry for taking my virginity and spurting your cum into my fertile, untouched depths. Did you want to make me pregnant, Daddy? Did you want to breed me?”I swallowed. My daughter moved before me. She stood at the foot of the recliner, blocking the screen. Her brown eyes bored in at me. She tossed her tablet onto the couch and put her hands on her hips.“Answer me, Daddy. Did you want to breed your daughter?”What else could I say? I had to be honest with her. There was no lie that would get me out of this. “Yes.”“And are you sorry?”I nodded my head.“Why?” Her hands slid up her waist and cupped her breasts through the thin fabric of her halter top. Her nipples hardened, pressing against the material. “Didn’t you like fucking my pussy? Didn’t you enjoy my hot, tight cunt?”“I…I did. But…I shouldn’t have.”“Because I’m your daughter or because I was asleep and helpless?” She pinched her nipples and let out a moan.“Both.” I wanted to look away, but her fingers pinching her nipples through her top was so enticing.“You are such a bad Daddy.” Her smile grew on her lips. “Such a wicked Daddy. You shouldn’t be sorry. You should be proud, Daddy.” She pulled her hands from her breasts. She shoved them right into her skirt’s pocket and pulled out a long, thin, white object, made of plastic. A pregnancy test. She held it upright, the pink line visible.“Congratulations, Daddy. You bred me!”Then with a giggle she leaped onto my lap. I grunted—she was too big to do that. But then she felt nice as she wiggled on me. She ground her pussy on my cock as her hands grasped my shoulders. She smiled down at me.“I loved it when you took my cherry. It was so hot to fill your cock slid into me”“You were awake?” I groaned.“You really didn’t think there was anything called Sleeping Beauty Syndrome?” my wife asked.I jumped as Betty stepped naked out of the hallway, her large breasts jiggling. “Betty? I…you…” My eyes widened. “You set me up? You and Tiffany.”“It was so hard not to give it away, Daddy,” Tiffany moaned, bouncing on my crotch. “Luckily, Mommy shoved my face into her pussy most of the time so you couldn’t tell I was awake. But last night was so hard to pretend to be asleep. It’s why I covered my face with my hair and slept on my stomach.”“Jesus, you two are wicked,” I laughed. “I fucking had a heart attack when you played the nanny cam footage.” Then I looked at my wife and the wicked grin on her face. “And you…you weren’t even out of town.”“At a hotel,” she giggled. “A little me-cation while you had your fun last night.”“We were so naughty,” laughed Tiffany. “But it was so hot, wasn’t it, Daddy. You loved m*****ing me.”“I did.”“Good.” And then she kissed me.It was glorious. Her tongue danced through my mouth. Her lips were small but vigorous. She ground harder on me. My dick ached beneath her as the blood rushed through my head. She tasted of bubblegum. My hands, hesitant at first, seized her hips. I feared moving them. But I had bred her. She knew all about it. She loved being fucked.I seized her ass and squeezed it through her skirt, pulling her harder on my cock. She moaned into my mouth. Her heat bled through my slacks. Followed by her moisture. She didn’t wear panties and she dripped.I turned my daughter on.Tiffany broke the kiss, her face flushed. She panted. “Oh, Daddy, that was amazing. Ooh, I waited for months to kiss you like that. And now I have.” She leaned in and kissed me again. Then my wife pressed in behind her. Betty’s hands went around our daughter’s body and gripped her breasts. Tiffany broke our kiss and leaned back into her mouther, tilting her head. Mother and daughter kissed over Tiffany’s shoulder.“Fuck,” I groaned.My wife smiled and broke the kiss. “I think Daddy wants to see what we’ve been getting up to while he slaved away at the office.”“Yes,” squealed Tiffany.My wife pulled our daughter off of me. They kissed again, vigorously. I groaned, their faces so close in appearance. My wife ripped off our daughter’s top, breaking the kiss for only the second it required, then latched onto Tiffany’s mouth again. Their breasts pressed together, Betty’s pillowing into Tiffany’s firmer mounds.They sank to the floor. I ripped off my tie and fumbled at the buttons of my shirt as I watched Tiffany writhe beneath Betty. They kept kissing and humping. Tiffany’s skirt slipped up, exposing her naked hip. Her pussy ground against her mother’s.Then Betty wiggled down our daughter’s body. My wife’s heavy tits dragged across Tiffany’s stomach. My wife paused to nip our daughter’s nipples, sucking each dusky-pink nub into her mouth before she continued down. And down.Until she was face-to-face with our daughter’s pussy.“Mommy,” squealed Tiffany as her mother licked through her hot pussy. Her youthful hips humped and her breasts jiggled. “Yes, yes. Ooh, I love it when you lick my pussy. It’s almost as good as Daddy’s cock.”My wife didn’t answer with words, but with a purring moan as she devoured our daughter’s cock. I threw off my shirt and started on my pants. I kicked off my dress shoes before standing. I shoved down my slacks and boxers, my dick popping out.“Fuck Mommy’s pussy,” moaned Tiffany. “I want your cock covered in her juices when you fuck me. It’ll be so hot. You’ll shove Mommy’s cream deep into my cunt.”“She’s such a slut,” my wife moaned.I nodded my head in complete agreement.I knelt behind my wife, naked save for my black dress socks, and shoved my cock into my wife’s pussy. She was hot and tight, but not as tight as our daughter. My wife squeezed her pussy down as I fucked her, my eyes locked on our daughter squirming on my wife’s mouth.“That’s it, Daddy,” gasped Tiffany. Her hands found her breasts. “Fuck Mommy. She’s so wicked. I came so hard the first time she licked my pussy. I love cumming on her face.”“Me, too,” I groaned.My daughter giggled. “That’s so nasty, Daddy. You have to cum on my face, too. Okay.”“Sure, pumpkin,” I groaned, my dick aching in my wife’s pussy.Betty bucked her hips back into my thrusts as she devoured our daughter’s cunt. She licked and nuzzled. Tiffany moaned and gasped, humping and squirming. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she gasped and squealed.“Make our daughter cum,” I moaned as I fucked my wife. “I want to hear her squeal. Get her wet and ready for my cock.”“Yes, dear.”I loved it. I groaned, savoring our new life as an i****tuous family. It was hot fucking my daughter while she slept, but now I could enjoy her without any lingering guilt. My daughter loved what I did to her. I made her happy.I loved her and she loved me.“Oh, Daddy, yes. Mommy’s tongue feels amazing. She knows just where to lick. Oh, yes. She’s the best.”“She is,” I groaned. I smacked my wife’s ass. “Lick her harder. Make your slutty daughter cum on your mouth.”Betty moaned. Her pussy clenched on my cock. For a moment, I almost came. I stopped fucking her and grit my teeth. I still had my daughter to fuck. Two horny pussies that needed my attention. I took a deep breath then drew back.And slammed in.My balls smacked my wife’s clit. She groaned, her pussy growing hotter and hotter. Her hands gripped Tiffany’s waist. My wife bucked. Her cunt spasmed on my cock. She moaned her orgasm as she tongued our daughter.“You made Mommy cum!” gasped Tiffany. “Oh, Daddy, that’s so hot. I…I… Yes, Mommy!”Tiffany came. Her face turned red as her back heaved and her pussy ground against her mother’s lips. Tiffany’s head tossed back and forth, her brassy-brown hair flying about her face as she screamed so loud, letting out her pleasure.I pulled out of my wife’s pussy as Tiffany heaved through her orgasm. Her eyes opened, found my cock, and smiled. “Mommy, it’s my turn to get fucked. Please, please, stop licking.”“Right,” my wife groaned, her voice dazed. “Fuck her, Phil. Fuck our pregnant daughter.”My dick spasmed. I had bred my little girl.I fell on her. She wrapped her thighs about my waist and reached down to grab my cock. “Ooh, I finally get to touch it with my hands.” She stroked me, guiding me to her pussy. “Now fuck me, Daddy.”I thrust into my little girl’s depths.It was hot and amazing. I sank all the way to the hilt in her. My heavy balls slapped into her clit. She bucked and shuddered beneath me. Her arms wrapped about my body, pulling me down to her. She stared into my eyes as I drew back my hips. It was so hot to look into her soft, brown depths as I made love to my little girl.Her hips moved, matching my thrusts while her tight pussy caressed my dick. Wonderful friction spilled through me. I groaned, loving every second of nirvana. My daughter’s pussy was heaven. My dick ached and my balls throbbed.“You’re in me, Daddy,” she moaned, grinning. “Now I get to say all the words I wanted to. Mmm, yes. Fuck me, Daddy. Pound my pussy. I know it’s wrong, but you’re such a bad Daddy. You don’t care. You want to fuck me anyways.”“I do. Because I love you and you’re so sexy.”“I am.” A huge grin crossed her face.“Ooh, yes, fuck our baby girl,” purred my wife from behind us.I groaned when I felt her tongue lick at my cock where it slammed into our daughter’s pussy. It was so wonderfully wrong. I grunted, fucking my daughter harder and faster. I loved it. This was the best. My daughter gasped and shuddered beneath me.“Oh, Daddy, Mommy’s being so bad. She’s licking us down there.”“You’re mother’s as big a slut as you are.”“Uh-huh,” moaned my wife between licks. “Such a slut. Mmm, it’s so hot to lick where your i****tuous flesh meets. This is turning me on so hard. Ooh, keep fucking our girl.”“And cum all over my face, Daddy,” gasped my daughter, her fingers digging into my back.“Yes,” I growled.I kissed her. Tiffany’s hard nipples rubbed into my chest as we rocked together. Her pussy grew tighter and tighter. She moaned into her kiss, growing closer and closer to cumming while my wife teased us both.Her tongue shot into my mouth. Her body shuddered beneath me. She locked her thighs tight about my waist as she bucked harder and harder into my thrusts. Our flesh slapped together. The pleasure sliding about my cock increased.Bliss rushed through me.“Damn,” I panted, breaking the kiss. “You’re so hot. So tight. Are you going to cum?”“Yes, Daddy.”“Because you’re a naughty girl?”“The naughtiest. I love cumming on my daddy’s big cock. Ooh, yes. Keep driving it into me, Daddy. Keep fucking me. Make me explode.”“Do it,” moaned my wife.I drove into my daughter’s depths. Her eyes widened. Her back arched. Her nipples rubbed hard into my chest. Then she let out a squealing moan. Her pussy spasmed hard about my cock, rippling up and down the entire length. It was so hot, so delicious. Juices squirted out of her, splashing my wife in the face.“So good, Daddy!” she gasped.“Oh, yes,” moaned my wife. “Yo made her cum.”“Yes, yes, yes,” my daughter squealed over and over.The pressure in my balls grew. “Honey,” I panted. “Let go. I need to cum on your face.”“What?” she gasped, her arms and thighs hugging me tight while her pussy spasmed about my dick. “I’m about to cum.”“Yes, yes, on my face!”My balls were so close to erupting. “Then let go, honey.”She did. I ripped my cock out of her pussy as the first squirt shot out. I groaned, the pleasure crashing through my body. My cum splattered across her belly and left tit. I moved quickly, squeezing my dick as the second pulse tried to erupt. I pointed my cock at her expectant face.She had such a huge grin.I released my cock and sprayed my daughter’s face with cum.It was obscene. White lines painted her face. I grunted with each blast. Ecstasy crashed through my body. I came so much. I unloaded on her face. It dribbled down her cheeks and forehead. She licked her lips, gathering the salty load.And then my wife was on her, licking and sharing my cum with our daughter. They snowballed it back and forth. I groaned, stroking my softening dick as my wife and daughter loved each other. I grinned.“I think family night will be a helluva a lot different.”My two women giggled then shared another cum-filled kiss.The End…..
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