Sleeping Daughter
Chapter Three : nanny Cam disclosure
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

"She is n't even wearing panty tonight, the footling hussy,"my wife chortled in my ear. I reached up and adjusted the Bluetooth earpiece to make it more comfortable and stay pinching."Ooh, this is almost as honorable as being there. She 's ripe and set for you. She 's taken her medicine and she 's passed out."

My hawkshaw ached. Even after a month of fucking my eighteen-year-old daughter while she slept, I was still eager to find her hot, tight shape wrapped about my peter. It was so wrong. So forbidden.

So wonderful.

It had all been my married woman 's wicked melodic theme to plague our sleeping daughter. After Louis Comfort Tiffany was diagnosed with dormancy sweetheart Syndrome, which sounded completely made-up to me, she had to take a powerful medicament that kept her knocked out for the stallion night. nada disturbed her. Not even being fucked.

She had no idea her mother and I licked her cunt, sucked on her mamilla, and fucked her ass. She slept through it all. She had no thought. The next dayspring she bounced with energy, bubbling about the aphrodisiacal dreams she had again. Our daughter did n't recognise what we were doing to her, but her body did.

And she came hard as we molested her.

Tonight my wife was out of town visiting her sickish sister. So she made sure the old nursemaid cam we bought eld ago was setup and working again. She had positioned the teddy bear so it had a perfect tense aspect of our daughter 's bed.

"No step-in ?"I asked as I padded down the hallway naked, my dick thrusting tough before me.

"Nope, the footling slattern must be desperate for Daddy 's attention."My wife giggled."Ooh, she has such a press on you. Now get in there and satisfy your slight 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 rage. I had heard her rustle with her mother, talking about her burning desires for an onetime man.

Me.

My daughter had the hots for me.

I stroked my prick as I entered the room. It was strange. I paused at the doorway. It was the first time Betty had n't accompanied me in. It was all her idea. She should be here, but she had to settle for masturbating at her sis 's menage 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 justly seat for me to tell."

I nodded my headspring, forgetting my wife could n't see me through the nanny cam yet. My eye were glued on my daughter. She lay on her belly, the breaking ball of her ass rising above her streamlined back before they transitioned into her smooth thighs. She fell asleep with them spread wide, her kitty aimed at the door.

"Little fornicatress,"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, slender. Brassy-brown hair spilled about her back and expression. I brushed a few Strand off her shoulder joint and bent down to buss her.

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

"pappa '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 cover her, dear. engender a grandchild into our daughter. I want to see her teenage belly swelling with your child. It will be so sleep together hot."
"Daddy 's going to cum in you and you 'll get pregnant,"I groaned. It was so wrong, the bank line no parent should get over with their child.

My hawkshaw almost came just thinking about it.

What would Tiffany think when her sleek belly swelled with her child ? Who would she think fucked her ? She was a Virgo and proud of it. She had no idea her female parent and I molested her in her nap. I should throw stopped before taking her cherry.

But I could n't. My daughter was a drug. 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 lilliputian butt wiggled. My finger reached the stern of her twist and kept going, rising with the swell of her ass. I circled her right cheek, my finger dimpling her flesh.

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

"When I 'm ready."

My married woman moaned. I heard the wet put-down of fingers working in and out of hot snatch."Fuck her ! Breed her ! Oh, yes ! Do it, Phil ! She wants it, the piddling adulteress. I bet her pussy is already soaking wet. Feel her. bear on her ! Let me know."

"Okay."

I moved my hand down between my girl 's second joint. It grew warmer and warmer the deeper I reached. My girl shuddered when I brushed her pussy surrounded by her cushy Robert Curl. I stroked up and down her physique. Her toes curled and her backside clenched. Her juices coated my fingers.

"She 's soaked."I brought my fingers to my mouthpiece then paused and held them out for the camera."Can you see them glistening on my fingerbreadth ?"

"No. The camera sucks too much. Just digit her. Fuck her. chivvy her ! Oh, God, Phil, please, please, please. I 'm so horny. I 'm going to burst forth if you don't."

"I thought you wanted to explode."

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

I answered like hubby 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 stand firm any part of my daughter 's body.

I licked and tongued her sphincter muscle. My daughter sighed and squirmed more in her eternal sleep. I imagined the wonderful, wicked dreams she was having right now. I was glad I could hand her this pleasure even if she had no musical theme it was really me.

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

"Just enjoy, sweetheart,"I groaned between licks of her acidity asshole.

My digit dug into her ass, kneading her butt-cheeks as my tongue probed and wiggled into her sphincter. I entered her bowels, loving the pugnacious texture. My cock throbbed, aching at the memory of taking her anal-cherry a month back. Every few Nox 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 of the Church. You 're molesting our sleeping girl. She trusts you. Oh, yes, yes, yes."

My married woman 's loud groan made it pretty obvious she just came. She gasped and heaved in the background, her bed creak. My hawkshaw ached, happy I was pleasing both my cleaning lady. I kept tonguing Louis Comfort Tiffany 's ass while my properly hired man explored lower and lower.

And found my girl 's wet pussy.

I shoved a pair of finger's breadth into her tight, silken depths. Tiffany moaned and her build clamped down on my finger's breadth. Her coxa wiggled as I pumped my fingers in and out of her profundity. 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 spit as recondite in as I could while fucking my fingerbreadth 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 clitoris. I loved how the small bead felt below my ovolo. 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, pappa, yes."

"The hussy 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 Good Book."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 terrible. I feel like such a bad mom. I know my daughter 's being molested and I 'm getting of on it. Ooh, yes, keep fingering her goof. establish our daughter cum before you ram that big, loggerheaded cock into her tight cunny."

I rubbed harder on my daughter 's clit. Her pussy clenched and relaxed on my fingers. Her pelvic girdle undulated, pushing back into my thrusts. Her moans echoed through the room. panting, heaving moans of pure delight.

I moved my back talk down her taint to her pussy. I licked around my probing finger's breadth, gathering her dulcet succus. They poured out of her. She was like her mother—always dripping wet. I sucked on her clitoris, nibbling on the trivial bud.

"How does she smack ?"asked my wife.

"Delicious."

"trade good. Make her cum. I 'm getting wet again."

I sucked hard on my daughter 's clit then I flicked my glossa over and over on the bud. She gasped and moaned. Her body bucked and squirmed. If it was n't for her sinewy medicine, I would swear she was awake.

"pop,"she moaned.

Her succus squirted out of her pussy.

The hot emollient dripped on my face. I loved the feel adorning my facial expression. I breathed in her musk as her hole spasmed about my fingerbreadth. Thomas More and more than juices poured out into my hungry mouth. My wife panted in my ear as I drank our girl 's passion.

"Did she squirt ? I bet she did. I bet the slight slut flooded your sass. Ooh, tell me, Phil. Tell me, please !"

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

"And now her pussy 's mendicancy for Daddy 's big, thick hawkshaw to ream her. What are you waiting on ? I know you want to inhume into her catch and make love her into the future 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 married woman into my ear."Oh, yes. screwing the little slut. multiply a grandchild into our daughter. Do it, honey."

I moved my cock to my girl 's pussy. I rubbed it on her shape. It was an awkward angle. So I grabbed one of Louis Comfort Tiffany 's many pillows—do n't ask me why she had Thomas More than one—and shoved it beneath her stomach, raising her ass and cunt. I smiled as I rubbed my cock against her puss again, coating it with her juices.

My wife moaned in my ear. I glanced at the teddy birth sitting on the shelf and smiled for my wife. She was watching me over the internet. This was so hot. I had an hearing while molesting my daughter.

I had to make it a great show.

I thrust into my daughter 's hot, cockeyed cunt, bearing into her in a exclusive driving force. Her flesh engulfed my cock. The spicy, sweetest silk caressed my dick. pleasure raced down the tip my balls bubbling with cum. I groaned, savoring her astuteness. Her pelvic girdle shifted again.

"Daddy,"she sighed, dreaming.

"That 's right wing, baby lady friend, pop 's cock is buried to the hilt in your slutty cunt."

"Mmm, yes,"my wife moaned."Fuck our girl hard. pound her cunt. This is so damn hot. I 'm watching my own personal porn."

I grinned at the camera and draw in my prick out slowly from my girl 's blind drunk embrace. I groaned, my centre rolling in my head teacher. It was such a honeyed, agonizing blissfulness. My daughter was so tight and hot and juicy.

I thrust into her depths. My balls smacked into her button. The bed rocked and my daughter sighed. I pulled back and slammed in again. And again. It was heaven. I gripped her articulatio coxae, pumping my hips, loving the riffle of her butt-cheeks and the moonshine playing on her slender back.

"Ooh, yes, you 're ramming your big, thick cock into our daughter 's twat. That 's so hot. Mmm, yes. fucking her. have her cum so hard. Oh, this is so hot, dear. So hot."

The sound of her fingers sluicing through her pussy echoed in my ear. She must throw her phone on verbalizer. I caught most of her gasps and moan as she writhed, watching me piece of ass our slumbering daughter.

What a thrill.

I ran my hands up and down Tiffany 's spinal column, brushing the sides of her breasts. They were minuscule mounds. She was her mother in miniature save for their curvature. Betty had them in nigra. Big, bountiful tits. Sweeping hips. Plump ass. But my daughter 's slender frame and smaller breasts were just as hot.

I gripped them. Her mamilla rubbed into my palm as I pounded my daughter. The smack echoed through the bedchamber. My daughter 's kitty-cat clenched and relaxed on my dick. Her hips wiggled, an unconscious response. She could n't help making them.

"That 's it, baby young lady,"I groaned."Mmm, yes, let Daddy feel how practically you love his big, deep dick. Oh, yes. You love my big cock. Do n'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 girl 's cunt. My back arched. My cum spilled out of me. Blast after blast of my fertile seed spilling into her uninfluenced depths. Tiffany 's puss spasmed. She shuddered, cumming with me.

"That 's it, baby young lady,"I grunted."Milk all of daddy 's cum from his pecker. You want to be bred."

"Yes, yes, yes,"my wife gasped."spillway 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 sept, even if my wife could n't be here. I grunted, driving my hawkshaw into my girl 's spasming depths. I stared right at the nurse 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 a lot 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's-breadth from her cheek, and kissed her. I loved the shade of a smile on her back talk."afters dreams, pumpkin."

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

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I was n't scared of my daughter waking up any longer. When we first did this, I was terrified Tiffany would count on it out. After a calendar month, complacency had set in. My wife and I were getting away with it. So when Louis Comfort 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 smile on her face.

"Trying."

She threw her arms around my neck and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek. She pressed her organic structure against me doing it, teasing me with her developing bender. My dick ached in my slack water. Then, after a few more burning heartbeats, she broke away and flounced to her seat at the kitchen nook.

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

"Sir Thomas More wet single ?"I asked. I also was far more well-heeled talking sex in nominal head of my daughter.

"Maybe."A smile played on her lips. memory board 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 Francis Bacon was a little too crisp. I dished up the food for thought, set it on denture, and joined my daughter. She was ravenous.

So was I.

"pappa, what clip are you getting home from work ?"

"Same sentence as common,"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 would n't do that."

"Then why are you so keen to know what sentence I 'm getting home ?"I asked, unable to enshroud my grinning. I knew she had a vast jam on me, and it was terrific to see it on her face.

"I have something to depict you."

"Oh ? Bad composition cards ?"

She rolled her eyes."No, no, it 's a TV I found. I think you 'll find it interesting."

"Why not exhibit it now ? I have a few minutes."

"It 's not a few minute video."She gave me a split second."Trust me, you 'll want to see it. It 's very ... illuminating."

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

"Good."She took a death bit then bolted from the table shouting,"I love you, dada, 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 slipway she had grown into a gorgeous creature. I closed my centre, remembering the feel of her pussy as I came in her last night.

If I had a few to a greater extent minutes, I would have jerked off properly there at the breakfast table. Instead, I ventured Forth River into the frightening morning traffic. I fought through the bumper-to-bumper gridlock, sipping my coffee and listening to break of the day talk radio.

By the time I got to figure out, I had forgotten all about my daughter 's video.

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Work was hectic. stressful. We were behind in the new project. Not by practically, but enough that middle management was cracking the party whip. They kept going around talking about,"beingness share of the team,"and"doing your theatrical role"and"making sacrifices."It was all bullshit.

But the bullshit made us work harder. No pointless breaks to talk around the weewee cooler. No hour spent browsing Facebook while pretending to puzzle out on reports. No playing solitaire in the afternoon because I was too wear to do your job.

And no thinking about the daughter I loved to molest. Her tight cunt. Her small breasts. Her dusky-pink teat. 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 sot on our daughter.

I worked at my desk through tiffin, eating an egg salad sandwich I bought from the vendition machine. It was n'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 eye management ran by giving high-fives like they did anything at all but take credit.

Assholes.

I clocked out at the fixture metre. While we were behind on the schedule, the troupe was too chinchy to make us cultivate overtime. I probably would work on it at home on my reckoner just to show I was a team player.

I had a sinking feeling the bosses purposefully made schedule we could n't stay fresh up with to find way to get us to mould for free.

I faced the drudgery of traffic going house, which was lighter for some reason and I was home base 15 min earlier. Since I had forgotten the picture, I was shocked when my daughter bounded up to me the moment I walked through the doorway. She wore a unlike rig, something girlish and fluffy : pink, pleated wench ; mean hackamore top, a brighter shade of pinko than her skirt, the textile clinging to her minuscule breasts ; knee-high, pink socks. I was sensing a composition with her outfit.

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

"Video ?"I asked then our conversation this morning came back to me."Right, right. will this take foresightful ? I have some thing to figure out on before dinner."

"dad, this is very important."

I did n't resist as she led me to the living way. 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 sassy TV 's that tablets and computers could sync to.

"Did you know someone set up the old nanny cam in my chamber ?"

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

"You know, the one you and Mommy bought to fix sure Mrs. Stevens was n't up to anything nefarious."My girl rolled her center."Like she ever would."

I did n't make love what to say.

"fountainhead, I was shocked to see it set up. So this break of day, I copied the television it filmed shoemaker's last night on to my iPad."She paused."No is n't that interesting. Who would need to flick 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 facial expression. My daughter stood by the TV, looking from me to herself sleeping on screen then back to me.

"Well, I can see why soul 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 question."Someone just disgusting."

"honey ..."I croaked.

"hush, Daddy, let 's keep watching and see who this despicable person is."

I squirmed on the chairperson. My case burned. I was in so much trouble. Soon the bull would know and I would go to prison forever. My daughter would detest me. I was such a piece of shit.

And yet I could n't assist staring at my slumbering daughter. She was so beautiful on the CRT screen. Was I that much of a degenerate ?

"I look so destitute and vulnerable,"continued Tiffany."Just lying there, helpless. Anyone could walk in and do something to me."Her heart flashed to me."Right, daddy ?"

"I guess."I licked my sassing."I ... Honey ... It 's not ..."

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

My shadow darkened the way. Her door was open and I blocked the visible light flooding in from the hallway. I remembered standing there finis Nox, stroking my dick, ogling my daughter. I walked onto the CRT screen. There was no sound. She did n't get wind me talking to my wife.

On filmdom, I touched her spinal column then moved down to her ass, stroking it.

"Just disgusting,"my daughter said."right field, Daddy ?"

"Disgusting."

I watched myself wreak my finger down to her twat, rubbing her flesh. I held it up to the camera before sucking it into my lip. My putz throbbed in my pants as my daughter shook her head, her poke wrinkling.

"He 's tasting my cunt, 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 thigh."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 snatch while licking at her clit. My cheeks burned. I was in so much trouble. So why was my dick so hard right hand 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 usher 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, pa ? Did you want to breed me ?"

I swallowed. My girl moved before me. She stood at the foot of the reclining chair, blocking the screen. Her brown eyes bored in at me. She tossed her pad of paper onto the lounge 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 dependable with her. There was no lie that would get me out of this."Yes."

"And are you sorry ?"

I nodded my head.

"Why ?"Her manpower slid up her waist and cupped her breasts through the slim down textile of her halter top. Her mammilla hardened, pressing against the material."Did n't you like fucking my kitty-cat ? Did n't you enjoy my hot, pixilated 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 nipple and let out a moan.

"Both."I wanted to count away, but her finger's breadth 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 should n't be sorry. You should be gallant, Daddy."She pulled her hands from her boob. She shoved them right into her skirt 's pocket and pulled out a recollective, slenderize, white target, made of credit card. A gestation mental test. She held it upright, the pink dividing line visible.

"kudos, pop. 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 courteous 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 did n't think there was anything called Sleeping knockout Syndrome ?"my wife asked.

I jumped as Betty stepped naked out of the hall, her large bosom jiggling."Betty ? I ... you ..."My eyes widened."You set me up ? You and Tiffany."

"It was so heavy not to give it away, Daddy,"Tiffany moaned, bouncing on my genitals."Luckily, Mommy shoved my facial expression into her pussy most of the time so you could n't assure I was awake. But last night was so severe 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 meat attack when you played the nanny cam footage."Then I looked at my married woman and the disgustful grin on her face."And you ... you were n't even out of town."

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

"We were so naughty,"laughed Louis Comfort 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 resplendent. Her tongue danced through my backtalk. Her lips were minor but vigorous. She ground harder on me. My putz ached beneath her as the blood rushed through my head. She tasted of bubblegum. My hands, hesitant at initiative, 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 turncock. She moaned into my back talk. Her heat bled through my mire. Followed by her wet. She did n't wear out pantie and she dripped.

I turned my girl on.

Louis Comfort Tiffany broke the osculation, her facial expression 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 eubstance and gripped her titty. Louis Comfort Tiffany broke our kiss and leaned back into her mouther, tilting her headway. Mother and girl kissed over Tiffany 's shoulder.

"Fuck,"I groaned.

My wife smiled and broke the kiss."I think pop 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 candy kiss for only the second it required, then latched onto Tiffany 's back talk again. Their titty pressed together, Betty 's pillowing into Louis Comfort Tiffany 's firmer mounds.

They sank to the story. I ripped off my tie and fumbled at the clit of my shirt as I watched Tiffany writhe beneath Betty. They kept kissing and humping. Tiffany 's skirt slipped up, exposing her au naturel hip. Her puss ground against her mother's.

Then Betty wiggled down our girl 's eubstance. My wife 's arduous tits dragged across Tiffany 's stomach. My married woman paused to nip our daughter 's pap, sucking each dusky-pink nub into her rima oris before she continued down. And down.

Until she was face-to-face with our daughter 's pussy.

"mama,"squealed Louis Comfort Tiffany as her mother licked through her hot pussy. Her youthful pelvic arch 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 did n't suffice with row, but with a purring moan as she devoured our daughter 's tool. 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 Louis Comfort Tiffany."I want your hammer covered in her succus when you fuck me. It 'll be so hot. You 'll squeeze Mommy 's cream deep into my cunt."

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

I nodded my principal in complete agreement.

I knelt behind my wife, naked save for my blacken dress socks, and shoved my cock into my wife 's pussycat. She was hot and blotto, but not as pie-eyed as our daughter. My married woman squeezed her pussy down as I fucked her, my center locked on our girl squirming on my married woman 's mouth.

"That 's it, Daddy,"gasped Tiffany. Her hands found her breasts."Fuck momma. She 's so repelling. I came so hard the initiatory time she licked my pussy. I love cumming on her face."

"Me, too,"I groaned.

My daughter giggled."That 's so awful, Daddy. You have to cum on my nerve, too. Okay."

"Sure, Cucurbita pepo,"I groaned, my dick aching in my wife 's pussy.

Betty bucked her articulatio coxae back into my thrusts as she devoured our daughter 's slit. She licked and nuzzled. Tiffany moaned and gasped, humping and squirming. Her center rolled back in her head as she gasped and squealed.

"make our girl 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 sentence as an incestuous family. It was hot fucking my girl while she slept, but now I could savour 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, dad, yes. Mommy 's tongue tactile property amazing. She knows just where to figure out. 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 slit clenched on my cock. For a bit, I almost came. I stopped fucking her and grit my teeth. I still had my daughter to fuck. Two randy pussies that needed my aid. I took a deep breathing spell then drew back.

And slammed in.

My balls smacked my wife 's clit. She groaned, her twat growing hotter and hotter. Her men gripped Tiffany 's waist. My wife bucked. Her cunt spasmed on my cock. She moaned her sexual climax as she tongued our daughter.

"You made ma cum !"gasped Tiffany."Oh, dad, that 's so hot. I ... I ... Yes, Mommy !"

Tiffany came. Her face turned red as her spinal column heaved and her purulent reason against her mother 's brim. Louis Comfort Tiffany 's drumhead tossed back and forth, her brassy-brown hair flying about her face as she screamed so garish, letting out her pleasure.

I pulled out of my wife 's pussy as Tiffany heaved through her orgasm. Her eyes opened, found my peter, and smiled."momma, it 's my turn to get fucked. Please, please, break licking."

"rightfield,"my wife groaned, her voice dazed."Fuck her, Phil. Fuck our fraught daughter."

My dick spasmed. I had bred my little girl.

I fell on her. She wrapped her thigh about my waist and reached down to grab my tool."Ooh, I finally get to refer it with my hands."She stroked me, guiding me to her kitty."Now fuck me, Daddy."

I thrust into my little 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 centre as I drew back my hips. It was so hot to look into her cushy, brown profoundness as I made love to my fiddling girl.

Her hips moved, matching my poking while her tight pussy caressed my shaft. Wonderful clash spilled through me. I groaned, loving every bit of nirvana. My daughter 's pussy was heaven. My dick ached and my ballock throbbed.

"You 're in me, Daddy,"she moaned, grinning."Now I get to say all the word I wanted to. Mmm, yes. Fuck me, dada. pound sign my pussy. I know it 's legal injury, but you 're such a bad Daddy. 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 babe girl,"purred my married woman from behind us.

I groaned when I felt her tongue lick at my cock where it slammed into our daughter 's snatch. It was so wonderfully wrong. I grunted, fucking my daughter harder and faster. I loved it. This was the outflank. 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 fornicatress as you are."

"Uh-huh,"moaned my wife between clout."Such a hussy. Mmm, it 's so hot to lick where your incestuous anatomy meets. This is turning me on so difficult. Ooh, keep fucking our girl."

"And cum all over my side, Daddy,"gasped my daughter, her fingers digging into my back.

"Yes,"I growled.

I kissed her. Tiffany 's difficult nipple rubbed into my chest as we rocked together. Her snatch grew close and tighter. She moaned into her kiss, growing closer and closer to cumming while my wife teased us both.

Her knife scene into my back talk. Her soundbox shuddered beneath me. She locked her thighs crocked about my waistline as she bucked harder and harder into my knife thrust. Our material body slapped together. The pleasure sliding about my dick increased.

Bliss rushed through me.

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

"Yes, Daddy."

"Because you 're a racy miss ?"

"The naughtiest. I love cumming on my pop 's big cock. Ooh, yes. Keep driving it into me, dada. go along fucking me. draw me explode."

"Do it,"moaned my wife.

I drove into my girl 's astuteness. Her eyes widened. Her back curve. Her nipple fray hard into my pectus. Then she let out a squealing moan. Her slit spasmed hard about my turncock, rippling up and down the entire length. It was so hot, so delectable. Juices squirted out of her, splashing my wife in the face.

"So good, dada !"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 prick.

"I 'm about to cum."

"Yes, yes, on my face !"

My glob were so close to erupting."Then let go, honey."

She did. I ripped my hammer out of her snatch as the first jet shot out. I groaned, the pleasure crashing through my trunk. My cum splattered across her belly and left tit. I moved quickly, squeezing my dick as the second heartbeat tried to flare up. I pointed my prick at her expectant face.

She had such a Brobdingnagian grin.

I released my putz and sprayed my daughter 's face with cum.

It was obscene. White lines painted her expression. I grunted with each blast. ecstasy crashed through my trunk. I came so much. I unloaded on her face. It dribbled down her brass and forehead. She licked her lips, gathering the salty load.

And then my married woman 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 married woman and daughter loved each other. I grinned.

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

My two women giggled then shared another cum-filled kiss.

The End