Sleeping girl
Chapter triad : Nanny Cam Revelation
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

"She is n't even wearing scanty tonight, the little slut,"my married woman chortled in my ear. I reached up and adjusted the Bluetooth earpiece to make it more comfortable and kibosh pinching."Ooh, this is almost as good as being there. She 's ripe and ready for you. She 's taken her medicinal drug and she 's passed out."

My cock ached. Even after a month of fucking my eighteen-year-old daughter while she slept, I was still aegir to experience her hot, tight physique wrapped about my cock. It was so incorrect. So forbidden.

So wonderful.

It had all been my wife 's disgusting idea to molest our sleeping daughter. After Louis Comfort Tiffany was diagnosed with quiescence Beauty Syndrome, which sounded completely made-up to me, she had to use up a brawny medicament that kept her knocked out for the stallion Nox. nil disturbed her. Not even being fucked.

She had no idea her mother and I licked her puss, sucked on her nipples, and fucked her ass. She slept through it all. She had no melodic theme. The next morning she bounced with DOE, bubbling about the aphrodisiacal dreams she had again. Our daughter did n't know what we were doing to her, but her torso did.

And she came hard as we molested her.

Tonight my wife was out of town visiting her sick baby. So she made sure the old nanny cam we bought years ago was setup and working again. She had positioned the chemise bear so it had a perfect view of our daughter 's bed.

"No panty ?"I asked as I padded down the residence naked, my peter thrusting gruelling before me.

"Nope, the little jade 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 room access open, again. She did it on purpose. She was always flirting with me, bursting with youthful rage. I had heard her whispering with her mother, talking about her electrocution desires for an aged man.

Me.

My daughter had the hots for me.

I stroked my tool as I entered the room. It was foreign. I paused at the doorway. It was the first time Betty had n't accompanied me in. It was all her musical theme. She should be here, but she had to settle for masturbating at her baby 's house while watching the fun on the laptop.

"God, she 's gorgeous, Phil,"moaned my wife."Can you see her pussy from the door ? The photographic camera 's not in the correctly place for me to tell."

I nodded my foreland, forgetting my wife could n't see me through the nanny cam yet. My centre were glued on my girl. She lay on her belly, the curves of her ass rising above her sleek back before they transitioned into her smooth thigh. She fell asleep with them spread wide, her cunt aimed at the door.

"Little slut,"I groaned.

"What ?"my wife groaned."Can you see her puss ?"

"Yes. She has it pointed right at the door."

"She wants pa 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 deform down to kiss her.

My daughter sighed in her slumber."... daddy ..."

"pop 's here,"I groaned."pa 's going to bring in such sweet love to you."

"And breed you,"panted my wife."William Tell her you 're going to engender her, beloved. Breed a grandchild into our daughter. I want to see her teenage belly swelling with your child. It will be so fucking hot."
"daddy 's going to cum in you and you 'll get pregnant,"I groaned. It was so incorrect, the pipeline no parent should interbreed with their child.

My hawkshaw almost came just thinking about it.

What would Tiffany think when her silklike belly swelled with her youngster ? Who would she cerebrate fucked her ? She was a virgin and proud of it. She had no idea her female parent and I molested her in her sleep. I should feature stopped before taking her cherry.

But I could n't. My daughter was a drug. My married woman and I were both addicted to her vernal flesh.

I reached out and stroked my finger down her sticker. My daughter moaned and sighed in her sopor, shifting slightly. Her little tush wiggled. My fingerbreadth reached the bottom of her spin and kept going, rising with the crestless wave of her ass. I circled her right wing cheek, my finger's breadth dimpling her flesh.

"Do n't tease me,"my wife panted."I 'm so horny. Just fuck her."

"When I 'm ready."

My wife moaned. I heard the wet takedown of finger working in and out of hot bitch."shag her ! strain her ! Oh, yes ! Do it, Phil ! She wants it, the little slut. I bet her pussy is already soaking wet. look her. Touch her ! Let me know."

"Okay."

I moved my manus down between my girl 's thigh. It grew warmer and warmer the deeper I reached. My girl shuddered when I brushed her snatch surrounded by her delicate whorl. 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 finger 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 very much. Just finger's breadth her. nooky her. Molest her ! Oh, God, Phil, please, please, please. I 'm so aroused. I 'm going to explode if you don't."

"I thought you wanted to explode."

"Phillip Taylor, molest your daughter right this instant !"

I answered like hubby had for century :"Yes, dear."

My hands clenched and squeezed Tiffany 's ass. They were so warm and juicy. I pulled them apart and groaned at the wad of her sphincter nestled between them. I leaned down, ineffectual to resist any percentage of my daughter 's body.

I licked and tongued her anatomical sphincter. My daughter sighed and squirmed more in her sleep. I imagined the wonderful, wicked dreams she was having right now. I was sword lily I could turn over her this joy even if she had no idea it was really me.

"daddy,"she sighed."Oh, Daddy."

"Just enjoy, sweetheart,"I groaned between punch of her moody asshole.

My fingers dug into her ass, kneading her butt-cheeks as my clapper probed and wiggled into her sphincter. I entered her gut, loving the rough texture. My cock throbbed, aching at the computer 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 arch father. You 're molesting our sleeping girl. She trusts you. Oh, yes, yes, yes."

My wife 's loud groan made it pretty obvious she just came. She gasped and heaved in the background, her bed creaking. My dick ached, gladiola I was pleasing both my women. I kept tonguing Louis Comfort Tiffany 's ass while my decent bridge player explored lower and lower.

And found my daughter 's wet pussy.

I shoved a couplet of fingers into her tight, sleek depths. Louis Comfort Tiffany moaned and her build clamped down on my fingers. Her hips wiggled as I pumped my fingerbreadth in and out of her profundity. My dick ached and throbbed, wishing to swap piazza with my fingers.

I ignored my cock. For now. I concentrated on tonguing my daughter 's ass and fingering her slit. I pushed my spit as rich in as I could while fucking my finger faster and faster in and out of her twat. My ovolo pushed through her congregation and found her clit.

"Daddy !"Louis Comfort Tiffany gasped, her slumbering torso bucking in the bed.

I rubbed harder at her button. I loved how the small drop felt below 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 howling and vivid.

"Oh, dada, yes."

"The slut loves it,"my wife moaned.

"She does."I shoved my fingers faster."She 's so wet and hot tonight. Her snatch is sucking at my fingers."

"She wants something larger in there."

I smiled at my married woman 's Logos."She 'll get it."

"good !"

"Have a overnice cum ?"

"The best, dearest. Ooh, it is so hot watching you on the nursemaid cam. This is so repellent. I feel like such a bad momma. I know my daughter 's being molested and I 'm getting of on it. Ooh, yes, keep fingering her goose. Make our girl cum before you ram that big, thick cock into her tight cunny."

I rubbed harder on my girl 's clit. Her cunt clenched and relaxed on my fingers. Her coxa undulated, pushing back into my push. Her moans echoed through the room. Panting, heaving groan of pure delight.

I moved my sass down her taint to her puss. I licked around my probing finger, 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 savor ?"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 was n't for her powerful music, I would swear she was awake.

"pa,"she moaned.

Her juice squirted out of her pussy.

The hot cream dripped on my cheek. I loved the feel adorning my face. I breathed in her musk as her hole spasmed about my digit. more and More succus poured out into my hungry sass. My married woman panted in my ear as I drank our daughter 's passion.

"Did she squeeze out ? I bet she did. I bet the little slut flooded your oral cavity. Ooh, say me, Phil. William Tell me, please !"

"She flooded my mouth."I licked my sass as my daughter 's trembles lessened, stopped."She came hard."

"And now her pussy 's mendicancy for dada 's big, thick tool to ream her. What are you waiting on ? I know you want to inter into her snap and bang her into the side by side 100, beloved. Do it. Give our slut the buffeting she wants and deserves."

"Yes,"I groaned and rose. My dick bobbed before me, dense and hard, aimed right at my daughter 's slumbering body.

"Yes,"hissed my wife into my ear."Oh, yes. piece of ass the little slut. multiply a grandchild into our daughter. Do it, honey."

I moved my cock to my daughter 's pussy. I rubbed it on her flesh. It was an ungainly angle. So I grabbed one of Tiffany 's many pillows—do n't ask me why she had more than one—and shoved it beneath her belly, 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 molesting my daughter.

I had to make it a large show.

I thrust into my daughter 's hot, tight twat, bearing into her in a bingle thrust. Her flesh immerse my hammer. The red-hot, sweetest silk caressed my dick. joy raced down the tip my ballock bubbling with cum. I groaned, savoring her profundity. Her hips shifted again.

"Daddy,"she sighed, dreaming.

"That 's right, baby girl, dad 's shaft is buried to the hilt in your slutty cunt."

"Mmm, yes,"my wife moaned."roll in the hay our daughter hard. Pound her puss. This is so damned hot. I 'm watching my own personal porn."

I grinned at the television camera and draw and quarter my hammer out slowly from my daughter 's tight embracement. I groaned, my optic rolling in my head. It was such a sweet, agonizing walking on air. My daughter was so stringent and hot and juicy.

I thrust into her profoundness. 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 rose hip, pumping my hips, loving the wavelet of her butt-cheeks and the moonlight playing on her limber back.

"Ooh, yes, you 're ramming your big, thick cock into our daughter 's bitch. That 's so hot. Mmm, yes. screw her. Make her cum so hard. Oh, this is so hot, honey. So hot."

The auditory sensation of her fingers sluicing through her pussy echoed in my ear. She must have her headphone on speaker. I caught most of her gasps and groan as she writhed, watching me fuck our slumbering daughter.

What a thrill.

I ran my hired hand up and down Tiffany 's spinal column, brushing the sides of her knocker. They were small mounds. She was her mother in miniature save for their bend. Betty had them in spades. Big, freehanded tits. Sweeping hips. Plump ass. But my daughter 's slender bod and smaller bosom were just as hot.

I gripped them. Her mammilla rubbed into my palms as I pounded my daughter. The slaps echoed through the bedroom. My daughter 's pussy clenched and relaxed on my gumshoe. Her hips wiggled, an unconscious response. She could n't help oneself making them.

"That 's it, baby girl,"I groaned."Mmm, yes, let Daddy feel how a great deal you love his big, loggerheaded dick. Oh, yes. You love my big cock. Do n't you ?"

"pop,"she panted.

"Yes, you do. Oh, yes."

My orchis ached and boiled. They had to explode. I groaned and grunted, burying into the depths of my girl 's cunt. My back arched. My cum spilled out of me. Blast after attack of my fertile come spilling into her untouched deepness. Louis Comfort Tiffany 's pussy spasmed. She shuddered, cumming with me.

"That 's it, baby daughter,"I grunted."Milk all of Daddy 's cum from his hawkshaw. You want to be bred."

"Yes, yes, yes,"my wife gasped."Spill all your baby-making nerve in our daughter 's pussy. Oh, that 's so hot. So ! Fucking ! Hot !"

We were all cumming together as a family, even if my wife could n't be here. I grunted, driving my shaft into my girl 's spasming depth. I stared right at the she-goat cam, loving the rush 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 girl. I bent over, brushed aside her hair from her cheek, and kissed her. I loved the spectre of a grinning on her lips."afters dreaming, pumpkin."

"After that performance, she 'll have them,"laughed my wife."Now clean her up."

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I was n't scared of my girl waking up any longer. When we first did this, I was terrified Louis Comfort Tiffany would enter it out. After a calendar month, complacency had set in. My married woman 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 opening and gave me a speedy osculation on my buttock. She pressed her body against me doing it, teasing me with her developing curves. My dick ached in my quagmire. Then, after a few more burning heartbeats, she broke away and flounced to her stern at the kitchen nook.

"It does n't matter if you do burn them,"she declared."Not after the howling dreams I had last night."

"Sir Thomas More wet ones ?"I asked. I also was far more comfortable talking sex in front of my daughter.

"Maybe."A smile played on her backtalk. computer memory of sliding my cock in and out of her mouth flashed through my mind.

I looked away. If I did n't, I would never stop staring at her. And then I would ruin breakfast. As it was, the bacon was a fiddling too crispy. I dished up the nutrient, set it on home base, and joined my daughter. She was ravenous.

So was I.

"Daddy, what time are you getting base from work ?"

"Same time as usual,"I answered. Then I fixed her a suspect facial expression."Planning on sneaking a boy over before I get home since your mother 's away."

"pa,"she blushed."I would n't do that."

"Then why are you so lament to know what metre I 'm getting home ?"I asked, ineffective to blot out 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 read you."

"Oh ? Bad paper cards ?"

She rolled her eyes."No, no, it 's a video recording 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."cartel me, you 'll want to see it. It 's very ... illuminating."

I gave her a unknown look. Why was she acting so coy ?"Okay, honey. I 'll be home at the usual time."

"Good."She took a finish bit then bolted from the table yelling,"I love you, Daddy, got to go."

I shook my heading as the door crashed shut behind her. In some manner she was still my little female child, in other mode she had grown into a gorgeous creature. I closed my eyes, remembering the tone of her pussy as I came in her finale night.

If I had a few Thomas More mo, I would have jerked off right there at the breakfast table. Instead, I ventured Forth River into the terrible morning traffic. I fought through the bumper-to-bumper gridlock, sipping my chocolate and listening to morning talking radio.

By the sentence I got to work, I had forgotten all about my daughter 's video.

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piece of 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 character of the squad,"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 urine cooler. No minute spent browsing Facebook while pretending to work on theme. No playing solitaire in the afternoon because I was too tired to do your job.

And no thinking about the daughter I loved to molest. Her tight slit. Her small tit. Her dusky-pink mamilla. And how she smelled. Fresh. confection. Innocent.

O.K., I thought about her a little bit. She was in my pedigree. 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 hawking car. It was n't the right determination I could realize. 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 direction ran by giving high-fives like they did anything at all but consider credit.

Assholes.

I clocked out at the regular time. While we were behind on the schedule, the troupe was too sleazy to make us play overtime. I probably would work on it at home base on my computer just to show I was a team player.

I had a sinking feeling the honcho purposefully made schedule we could n't keep up with to chance ways to get us to work for free.

I faced the donkeywork of traffic going home plate, which was lighter for some ground and I was home XV proceedings 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 turnout, something girlish and downlike : pink, pleated bird ; tight halter top, a brighter subtlety of pink than her wench, the fabric clinging to her small breasts ; knee-high, pink socks. I was sensing a root with her outfit.

"papa !"she grinned, taking my hand."It 's meter to check the video."

"TV ?"I asked then our conversation this cockcrow came back to me."right, right. will this drive long ? I have some things to function on before dinner."

"pa, this is very important."

I did n't resist as she led me to the living room. Partly because I loved the way her bird 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 fresh TV 's that tablets and calculator could synchronise to.

"Did you know someone set up the old nursemaid cam in my bedroom ?"

My stomach lurched. My heart beat faster."What ?"

"You know, the one you and Mommy bought to make for sure Mrs George Stevens was n't up to anything nefarious."My daughter rolled her eyes."Like she ever would."

I did n't know what to say.

"fountainhead, I was shocked to see it set up. So this sunup, I copied the video it filmed stopping point night on to my iPad."She paused."No is n't that interesting. Who would desire to picture me sleeping ?"

She hit play. Her naked body appeared on screenland, the curve of her ass, her sleek back, her brassy hair's-breadth falling over her look. My daughter stood by the TV, looking from me to herself sleeping on silver 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."Louis Comfort Tiffany took her head."Someone just disgusting."

"dearest ..."I croaked.

"hush, papa, let 's keep observation and see who this despicable individual 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 could n't help staring at my slumbering daughter. She was so beautiful on the screen. Was I that much of a pervert ?

"I look so free and vulnerable,"continued Tiffany."Just lying there, helpless. Anyone could walk in and do something to me."Her heart flashed to me."right wing, pappa ?"

"I guess."I licked my mouth."I ... beloved ... It 's not ..."

"Ooh, here we go, Daddy. Here 's the pervert."

My shadow darkened the room. Her room access was undecided and I blocked the light-headed flooding in from the hallway. I remembered standing there last night, stroking my shaft, ogling my daughter. I walked onto the screen. There was no sound. She did n't listen 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 field, Daddy ?"

"Disgusting."

I watched myself bring my fingerbreadth down to her pussy, rubbing her figure. I held it up to the camera before sucking it into my mouth. My hawkshaw throbbed in my drawers as my girl shook her top dog, her poke wrinkling.

"He 's tasting my pussy, dada. 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, pappa ?"She walked to me, her wench swirling about her second joint."Huh ? Are you sorry for fingering me ?"

She tapped the screen, skipping the video ahead to me ramming my digit in and out of her cunt while licking at her clitoris. My cheeks burned. I was in so much bother. So why was my peter so firmly right now ? I should be looking away.

But I was entranced.

"Are you sorry for fucking me ?"She tapped the concealment, skimping the video forward to show me rubbing my turncock up and down her kitty."Huh, Daddy ? Are you sorry for taking my virginity and spurting your cum into my fertile, untouched deepness. Did you want to make water me fraught, pappa ? Did you want to engender me ?"

I swallowed. My daughter moved before me. She stood at the understructure of the recliner, blocking the screenland. Her Brown University eyes bored in at me. She tossed her tablet onto the couch and put her hands on her hips.

"resolution me, papa. 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 deal slid up her waistline and cupped her bosom through the thin textile of her hempen necktie top. Her nipples hardened, pressing against the stuff."Did n't you like fucking my pussycat ? Did n't you bask my hot, tight twat ?"

"I ... I did. But ... I should n'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 teat through her top was so enticing.

"You are such a bad Daddy."Her smile grew on her lips."Such a repellant Daddy. You should n't be grim. You should be majestic, Daddy."She pulled her hands from her breasts. She shoved them right into her skirt 's pocket and pulled out a foresighted, thin, white objective, made of plastic. A pregnancy test. She held it vertical, 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 dick as her hands grasped my shoulders. She smiled down at me.

"I loved it when you took my cherry. It was so hot to replete your prick slid into me"

"You were awake ?"I groaned.

"You really did n't think there was anything called quiescency Beauty Syndrome ?"my wife asked.

I jumped as Betty stepped naked out of the hall, her large breast jiggling."Betty ? I ... you ..."My middle 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, mom shoved my face into her slit most of the time so you could n't tell apart I was awake. But go Nox was so hard to pretend to be asleep. It 's why I covered my nerve with my haircloth and slept on my stomach."

"Jesus, you two are wicked,"I laughed."I fucking had a heart attempt when you played the nursemaid cam footage."Then I looked at my married woman and the wicked smiling on her nerve."And you ... you were n't even out of town."

"At a hotel,"she giggled."A little me-cation while you had your fun last-place night."

"We were so gamy,"laughed Tiffany."But it was so hot, was n't it, Daddy. You loved molesting me."

"I did."

"Good."And then she kissed me.

It was glorious. Her tongue danced through my rima oris. Her lip were minor but vigorous. She ground strong 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 tool. She moaned into my oral cavity. Her heat bled through my quag. Followed by her moisture. She did n't wear pantie and she dripped.

I turned my daughter on.

Tiffany broke the kiss, her typeface 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 girl 's dead body and gripped her chest. Tiffany broke our candy kiss and leaned back into her mouther, tilting her headspring. Mother and girl kissed over Tiffany 's shoulder.

"Fuck,"I groaned.

My wife smiled and broke the buss."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 closemouthed in show. My wife ripped off our daughter 's top, breaking the kiss for only the second it required, then latched onto Tiffany 's lip 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 clitoris of my shirt as I watched Tiffany writhe beneath Betty. They kept kissing and humping. Tiffany 's dame slipped up, exposing her naked hip. Her pussy ground against her mother's.

Then Betty wiggled down our girl 's body. My wife 's heavy tits dragged across Tiffany 's tummy. 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.

"mum,"squealed Louis Comfort Tiffany as her mother licked through her hot pussycat. Her youthful rose hip humped and her breast jiggled."Yes, yes. Ooh, I love it when you lick my pussy. It 's almost as good as papa 's cock."

My wife did n't serve with language, 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 apparel horseshoe before standing. I shoved down my mire and boxers, my shaft pop out.

"fuck Mommy 's puss,"moaned Tiffany."I want your turncock covered in her juice when you fuck me. It 'll be so hot. You 'll stuff Mommy 's cream deep into my cunt."

"She 's such a slut,"my wife moaned.

I nodded my head in nail agreement.

I knelt behind my wife, naked save for my black clothes socks, and shoved my cock into my wife 's pussy. She was hot and plastered, but not as tight as our daughter. My wife squeezed her pussy down as I fucked her, my centre locked on our daughter squirming on my wife 's mouth.

"That 's it, dad,"gasped Tiffany. Her manus found her tit."piece of ass mama. She 's so wicked. I came so hard the maiden time she licked my pussy. I love cumming on her face."

"Me, too,"I groaned.

My girl giggled."That 's so nasty, pop. You have to cum on my brass, too. Okay."

"Sure, pumpkin vine,"I groaned, my dick aching in my wife 's pussy.

Betty bucked her hip joint back into my thrusts as she devoured our daughter 's cunt. She licked and nuzzled. Tiffany moaned and gasped, humping and squirming. Her centre rolled back in her head as she gasped and squealed.

"shuffle our girl cum,"I moaned as I fucked my married woman."I want to discover her squeal. Get her wet and ready for my cock."

"Yes, dear."

I loved it. I groaned, savoring our new life as an incestuous family line. It was hot fucking my daughter while she slept, but now I could revel 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, dada, yes. mum 's tongue spirit 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 kitty-cat 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 ruttish pussy that needed my tending. I took a bass hint then drew back.

And slammed in.

My balls smacked my wife 's button. She groaned, her kitty-cat development hotter and hotter. Her hands gripped Tiffany 's waist. My wife bucked. Her bitch spasmed on my cock. She moaned her climax as she tongued our daughter.

"You made Mommy cum !"gasped Louis Comfort Tiffany."Oh, pa, that 's so hot. I ... I ... Yes, Mommy !"

Tiffany came. Her face turned red as her backrest heaved and her slit ground against her mother 's rim. Tiffany 's head tossed back and Forth River, her brassy-brown hair flying about her fount as she screamed so loud, letting out her pleasure.

I pulled out of my wife 's pussy as Tiffany heaved through her orgasm. Her centre opened, found my cock, and smiled."Mommy, it 's my turn to get fucked. Please, please, stop licking."

"right hand,"my wife groaned, her voice dazed."nookie her, Phil. Fuck our pregnant daughter."

My hawkshaw spasmed. I had bred my slight girl.

I fell on her. She wrapped her second joint about my waist and reached down to seize my putz."Ooh, I finally get to adjoin it with my hands."She stroked me, guiding me to her pussy."Now fuck me, Daddy."

I thrust into my piddling fille 's depths.

It was hot and amazing. I sank all the way to the hilt in her. My overweight balls slapped into her clit. She bucked and shuddered beneath me. Her coat of arms wrapped about my body, pulling me down to her. She stared into my eyes as I drew back my articulatio coxae. It was so hot to see into her diffused, brown depth as I made lovemaking to my little girl.

Her hips moved, matching my jabbing while her tight pussy caressed my dick. Wonderful friction spilled through me. I groaned, loving every instant of nirvana. My daughter 's pussycat was heaven. My dick ached and my ball throbbed.

"You 're in me, dada,"she moaned, grinning."Now I get to say all the words I wanted to. Mmm, yes. shtup me, Daddy. pounding my cunt. I know it 's wrong, but you 're such a bad dad. You do n'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 infant girl,"purred my wife from behind us.

I groaned when I felt her tongue slug at my peter where it slammed into our daughter 's pussy. It was so wonderfully wrongly. I grunted, fucking my girl harder and faster. I loved it. This was the best. My daughter gasped and shuddered beneath me.

"Oh, Daddy, mummy '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 lap."Such a slut. Mmm, it 's so hot to thrash where your incestuous flesh meets. This is turning me on so laborious. Ooh, keep fucking our girl."

"And cum all over my typeface, dad,"gasped my daughter, her fingers digging into my back.

"Yes,"I growled.

I kissed her. Louis Comfort Tiffany 's hard pap 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 knife shot into my mouthpiece. Her consistency shuddered beneath me. She locked her thighs pissed about my shank as she bucked harder and harder into my thrusts. Our flesh slapped together. The pleasance sliding about my shaft increased.

Bliss rushed through me.

"shit,"I panted, breaking the osculation."You 're so hot. So stringent. Are you going to cum ?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Because you 're a naughty miss ?"

"The naughty. I love cumming on my daddy 's big cock. Ooh, yes. observe driving it into me, Daddy. keep open fucking me. puddle me explode."

"Do it,"moaned my wife.

I drove into my daughter 's deepness. Her eyes widened. Her back arched. Her mammilla fret hard into my chest. Then she let out a squealing groan. Her snatch spasmed hard about my cock, rippling up and down the full distance. It was so hot, so yummy. succus squirted out of her, splashing my married woman in the face.

"So good, Daddy !"she gasped.

"Oh, yes,"moaned my wife."Yo made her cum."

"Yes, yes, yes,"my girl squealed over and over.

The pressure in my egg grew."Honey,"I panted."Let go. I need to cum on your face."

"What ?"she gasped, her arms and thigh hugging me tight while her puss spasmed about my dick.

"I 'm about to cum."

"Yes, yes, on my face !"

My orb were so end to erupting."Then let go, honey."

She did. I ripped my cock out of her pussy as the starting time jet shot out. I groaned, the pleasance crashing through my eubstance. My cum splattered across her belly and left tit. I moved quickly, squeezing my hawkshaw as the sec pulse tried to recrudesce. I pointed my dick at her with child face.

She had such a huge grin.

I released my cock and sprayed my daughter 's boldness with cum.

It was abhorrent. White lines painted her face. I grunted with each bam. transport crashed through my trunk. I came so a lot. I unloaded on her side. It dribbled down her impudence and forehead. She licked her lip, 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 peter as my married woman and girl loved each other. I grinned.

"I think family night will be a helluva a lot different."

My two fair sex giggled then shared another cum-filled kiss.

The End