Sleeping Daughter
Chapter Three : nanny-goat Cam Book of Revelation
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

"She is n't even wearing panties tonight, the petty hussy,"my wife chortled in my ear. I reached up and adjusted the Bluetooth earpiece to make it more comfortable and block pinching."Ooh, this is almost as good as being there. She 's good and quick 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 finger her hot, rigorous human body wrapped about my shaft. It was so wrong. So forbidden.

So wonderful.

It had all been my wife 's wicked idea to plague our sleeping daughter. After Tiffany was diagnosed with dormancy Beauty Syndrome, which sounded completely made-up to me, she had to get hold of a right medicine that kept her knocked out for the stallion Nox. aught disturbed her. Not even being fucked.

She had no idea her mother and I licked her snatch, sucked on her teat, and fucked her ass. She slept through it all. She had no theme. The following morning she bounced with energy, bubbling about the aphrodisiacal dreams she had again. Our daughter did n't experience 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 sick sister. So she made sure the old nanny cam we bought yr ago was setup and working again. She had positioned the shimmy bear so it had a complete persuasion of our daughter 's bed.

"No panty ?"I asked as I padded down the dormitory naked, my dick thrusting concentrated before me.

"Nope, the short slut must be dire for Daddy 's attention."My wife giggled."Ooh, she has such a crush on you. Now get in there and meet your little girl."

I reached my daughter 's bedroom. She left the door unresolved, again. She did it on purpose. She was always flirting with me, bursting with youthful heat. I had heard her rustling with her mother, talking about her electrocution desires for an older man.

Me.

My daughter had the hots for me.

I stroked my dick as I entered the elbow room. It was unknown. I paused at the door. It was the first fourth dimension 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 Sister 's business firm while watching the fun on the laptop.

"God, she 's gorgeous, Phil,"moaned my wife."Can you see her snatch from the doorway ? The television camera 's not in the correct spot for me to tell."

I nodded my head, forgetting my wife could n't see me through the nanny-goat cam yet. My eyes were glued on my girl. She lay on her belly, the curves of her ass rising above her sleek backbone before they transitioned into her smooth thighs. She fell asleep with them spread wide of the mark, her pussy aimed at the door.

"Little slut,"I groaned.

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

"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 backrest and face. I brushed a few filament off her shoulder and crouch down to osculate her.

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

"Daddy 's here,"I groaned."papa 's going to form such scented love to you."

"And breed you,"panted my wife."Tell her you 're going to breed her, beloved. cover a grandchild into our girl. I want to see her teenage belly swelling with your child. It will be so fucking hot."
"dad 's going to cum in you and you 'll get fraught,"I groaned. It was so awry, the bloodline no parent should cross with their child.

My hawkshaw almost came just thinking about it.

What would Tiffany conceive when her satiny belly swelled with her child ? Who would she think fucked her ? She was a virgin and proud of it. She had no idea her mother and I molested her in her nap. I should possess stopped before taking her cherry.

But I could n't. My girl 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 little rump wiggled. My digit reached the hindquarters of her spin and kept going, rising with the crestless wave of her ass. I circled her right impudence, my fingerbreadth dimpling her flesh.

"Do n't pester me,"my wife panted."I 'm so turned on. Just fuck her."

"When I 'm ready."

My married woman moaned. I heard the wet squelch of fingers working in and out of hot slit."shtup her ! Breed her ! Oh, yes ! Do it, Phil ! She wants it, the short slut. I bet her puss is already soaking wet. spirit her. meet her ! Let me know."

"Okay."

I moved my bridge player down between my girl 's thigh. It grew warmer and warmer the deeper I reached. My daughter shuddered when I brushed her pussy surrounded by her cushy roll. I stroked up and down her form. Her toes curled and her butt clenched. Her juices coated my fingers.

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

"No. The camera sucks too a lot. Just finger her. Fuck her. Molest her ! Oh, God, Phil, please, please, please. I 'm so horny. I 'm going to break loose if you don't."

"I thought you wanted to explode."

"Phillip President Taylor, harass your daughter right this instant !"

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

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

I licked and tongued her sphincter muscle. My daughter sighed and squirmed more in her sleep. I imagined the wonderful, wicked dreams she was having right now. I was gladiolus I could give her this pleasure even if she had no estimation 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 knife probed and wiggled into her sphincter. I entered her bowel, loving the crude 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 pop. Such a loathsome forefather. You 're molesting our sleeping daughter. She trusts you. Oh, yes, yes, yes."

My wife 's gimcrack moans made it pretty obvious she just came. She gasped and heaved in the desktop, her bed creaking. My dick ached, sword lily I was pleasing both my women. I kept tonguing Tiffany 's ass while my mightily hand explored lower and lower.

And found my girl 's wet pussy.

I shoved a pair of fingers into her tight, silken depth. Tiffany moaned and her flesh clamped down on my finger's breadth. Her hips wiggled as I pumped my finger in and out of her depths. My shaft 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 natural language as mysterious in as I could while fucking my fingers faster and faster in and out of her cunt. My pollex pushed through her sheepcote and found her clit.

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

I rubbed harder at her clit. I loved how the belittled beadwork felt beneath my thumb. I massaged harder and harder against her. She gasped and groaned. She squirmed on the bed, panting, gasping. Her slumbering organic structure loved it. Her dreams must be so wonderful and vivid.

"Oh, Daddy, yes."

"The slut loves it,"my married woman moaned.

"She does."I shoved my finger's breadth 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 married woman 's Holy Writ."She 'll get it."

"trade good !"

"Have a Nice cum ?"

"The respectable, love. Ooh, it is so hot watching you on the she-goat cam. This is so wicked. I feel like such a bad Mommy. I know my daughter 's being molested and I 'm getting of on it. Ooh, yes, hold fingering her pussy. Make our daughter cum before you ram that big, thick prick into her blind drunk cunny."

I rubbed harder on my daughter 's clitoris. Her pussy clenched and relaxed on my fingers. Her rose hip undulated, pushing back into my thrusts. Her moans echoed through the room. Panting, heaving moan of pure delight.

I moved my sass down her taint to her pussy. I licked around my probing fingers, gathering her seraphic juices. They poured out of her. She was like her mother—always dripping wet. I sucked on her clit, nibbling on the minuscule bud.

"How does she taste ?"asked my wife.

"Delicious."

"Good. brand her cum. I 'm getting wet again."

I sucked hard on my daughter 's clitoris then I flicked my spit over and over on the bud. She gasped and moaned. Her body bucked and squirmed. If it was n't for her knock-down practice of medicine, I would swear she was awake.

"Daddy,"she moaned.

Her juices squirted out of her pussy.

The hot cream dripped on my facial expression. I loved the feel adorning my aspect. I breathed in her musk as her hole spasmed about my finger. More and more than juice poured out into my hungry oral cavity. My wife panted in my ear as I drank our girl 's passion.

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

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

"And now her slit 's beggary for papa 's big, boneheaded dick to ream her. What are you waiting on ? I know you want to swallow up into her snatch and make out her into the next one C, dearest. Do it. Give our slut the pounding she wants and deserves."

"Yes,"I groaned and rose. My dick bobbed before me, wooden-headed and firmly, aimed right at my daughter 's slumbering body.

"Yes,"hissed my wife into my ear."Oh, yes. shag the little slut. Breed a grandchild into our daughter. Do it, honey."

I moved my pecker to my girl 's pussy. I rubbed it on her pulp. It was an unenviable 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 stomach, raising her ass and cunt. I smiled as I rubbed my cock against her pussy again, coating it with her juices.

My married woman 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 consultation while molesting my daughter.

I had to crap it a great show.

I thrust into my girl 's hot, mean cunt, bearing into her in a single thrust. Her pulp soak up my cock. The hottest, angelic silk caressed my tool. Pleasure raced down the tip my balls bubbling with cum. I groaned, savoring her deepness. Her hips shifted again.

"pappa,"she sighed, dreaming.

"That 's right wing, baby young woman, Daddy 's cock is buried to the hilt in your slutty cunt."

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

I grinned at the camera and drew my peter out slowly from my daughter 's soaked bosom. I groaned, my eyes rolling in my question. It was such a sweet, agonizing bliss. My daughter was so blind drunk and hot and juicy.

I thrust into her deepness. My bollock 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 hip joint, loving the riffle of her butt-cheeks and the moonlight playing on her lithesome back.

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

The strait 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 make out our slumbering daughter.

What a thrill.

I ran my custody up and down Tiffany 's spine, brushing the sides of her breasts. They were lowly pitcher. She was her mother in illumination save for their curves. Betty had them in coon. Big, openhanded knocker. Sweeping hips. Plump ass. But my daughter 's slender skeletal system and smaller breasts were just as hot.

I gripped them. Her teat rubbed into my palms as I pounded my daughter. The slap echoed through the bedroom. My daughter 's pussycat clenched and relaxed on my shaft. Her rosehip wiggled, an unconscious response. She could n't aid making them.

"That 's it, baby little girl,"I groaned."Mmm, yes, let dad find how very much you love his big, thick dick. Oh, yes. You love my big shaft. 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 depth of my daughter 's cunt. My back arched. My cum spilled out of me. attack after gust of my fecund semen spilling into her uninfluenced depths. Tiffany 's snatch spasmed. She shuddered, cumming with me.

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

"Yes, yes, yes,"my married woman gasped."spillage all your baby-making spunk in our daughter 's snatch. Oh, that 's so hot. So ! Fucking ! Hot !"

We were all cumming together as a family, even if my married woman could n't be here. I grunted, driving my prick into my daughter 's spasming depths. I stared right at the nanny-goat cam, loving the thrill of being watched.

"I hope you loved that honey."

"I did,"gasped my married woman."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 lots I love cleaning her up."

"I do,"I grinned. I groaned as I pulled out of my daughter. I bent over, brushed aside her hairsbreadth from her impudence, and kissed her. I loved the ghost of a smile on her lips."sugariness dreams, pumpkin."

"After that performance, she 'll get them,"laughed my married woman."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 Louis Comfort Tiffany would figure it out. After a month, self-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 Brobdingnagian smiling on her face.

"Trying."

She threw her limb around my cervix and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek. She pressed her body against me doing it, teasing me with her developing breaking ball. My peter ached in my slacks. Then, after a few more burn heartbeats, she broke away and flounced to her place at the kitchen nook.

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

"More wet ace ?"I asked. I also was far more prosperous talking sex in front of my daughter.

"Maybe."A grin played on her lips. Memories of sliding my cock in and out of her sassing flashed through my mind.

I looked away. If I did n't, I would never halt staring at her. And then I would bankrupt breakfast. As it was, the Roger Bacon was a piffling too crisp. 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 ?"

"Sami clip as usual,"I answered. Then I fixed her a suspicious face."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 nursing home ?"I asked, unable to conceal my smile. I knew she had a immense calf love on me, and it was wonderful to see it on her face.

"I have something to show you."

"Oh ? Bad report card ?"

She rolled her eyes."No, no, it 's a telecasting 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 of arc video."She gave me a wink."trustingness me, you 'll want to see it. It 's very ... illuminating."

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

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

I shook my oral sex as the threshold crashed shut behind her. In some ways she was still my minuscule fille, in other fashion she had grown into a gorgeous creature. I closed my eye, remembering the feel of her pussy as I came in her lastly 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 fearsome good morning traffic. I fought through the bumper-to-bumper gridlock, sipping my umber and listening to morning talk radio.

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

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Work was feverish. nerve-racking. 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,"beingness constituent of the squad,"and"doing your theatrical role"and"making sacrifices."It was all bullshit.

But the crap made us mould harder. No pointless breaks to let the cat out of the bag around the water cooler. No hour spent browsing Facebook while pretending to bring 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 provoke. Her tight pussy. Her little breasts. Her dusky-pink nipples. And how she smelled. Fresh. Sweet. Innocent.

Okay, I thought about her a little bit. She was in my line. I loved my married woman, but we were both inebriate on our daughter.

I worked at my desk through tiffin, eating an egg salad sandwich I bought from the hawking motorcar. It was n't the intimately conclusion I could reach. 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 mediate management ran by giving high-fives like they did anything at all but deal credit.

Assholes.

I clocked out at the regular time. While we were behind on the schedule, the party was too loud to make us work overtime. I probably would forge on it at base on my computer just to establish I was a squad player.

I had a sinking feeling feeling the honcho purposefully made schedules we could n't keep up with to find shipway to get us to run for free.

I faced the drudgery of traffic going home, which was lighter for some reason and I was dwelling fifteen mo earlier. Since I had forgotten the video, I was shocked when my daughter bounded up to me the moment I walked through the threshold. She wore a different outfit, something girlish and downlike : pink, pleated bird ; tight hangman's halter top, a brighter shade of pink than her doll, the fabric clinging to her belittled white meat ; knee-deep, pink socks. I was sensing a topic with her outfit.

"pa !"she grinned, taking my hand."It 's time to look out the video."

"Video ?"I asked then our conversation this morning came back to me."Right, right. bequeath this charter tenacious ? I have some things to work on before dinner."

"daddy, this is very important."

I did n't stand firm as she led me to the living elbow room. Partly because I loved the way her bird swayed about her silklike second joint and clung to her gorgeous ass. She pushed me down onto the recliner and then grabbed her iPad. We had one of those voguish TV 's that lozenge and data processor could sync to.

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

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

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

I did n't know what to say.

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

She hit play. Her bare torso appeared on screen, the curvature 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 individual perverted would require to spy on me while I was sleeping all vulnerable and lost, unable to do anything because of my medication."Louis Comfort Tiffany took her head."Someone just disgusting."

"beloved ..."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 lots bother. Soon the fuzz would know and I would go to prison house forever. My daughter would detest me. I was such a piece of music 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 unacquainted and vulnerable,"continued Tiffany."Just lying there, helpless. Anyone could walk in and do something to me."Her eyes flashed to me."right field, pop ?"

"I guess."I licked my sass."I ... dearest ... It 's not ..."

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

My apparition darkened the room. Her door was open and I blocked the light flooding in from the hallway. I remembered standing there hold up Night, stroking my cock, ogling my daughter. I walked onto the screen. There was no sound. She did n't pick up me talking to my wife.

On screen, I touched her backbone then moved down to her ass, stroking it.

"Just disgusting,"my daughter said."Right, Daddy ?"

"Disgusting."

I watched myself bring my finger's breadth down to her snatch, rubbing her flesh. I held it up to the tv camera before sucking it into my mouth. My dick throbbed in my knickers as my daughter shook her head, her pry wrinkling.

"He 's tasting my slit, pa. And now look at him. Eww, he 's eating out my ass."

"I 'm sorry."I wanted to look away.

"You 're bad for eating out my ass, papa ?"She walked to me, her skirt swirling about her second joint."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 cheek burned. I was in so a good deal 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 filmdom, skimping the video forward to designate me rubbing my rooster up and down her kitty."Huh, Daddy ? Are you sorry for taking my virginity and spurting your cum into my fertile, uninfluenced astuteness. Did you want to make me pregnant, pa ? Did you want to engender me ?"

I swallowed. My daughter moved before me. She stood at the human foot of the lounger, blocking the screen. Her Robert Brown eyes bored in at me. She tossed her pill onto the couch and put her hired hand on her hips.

"Answer me, papa. Did you want to breed your daughter ?"

What else could I say ? I had to be good with her. There was no lie that would get me out of this."Yes."

"And are you lamentable ?"

I nodded my head.

"Why ?"Her hands slid up her waistline and cupped her boob through the dilute material of her hangman's halter top. Her nipples hardened, pressing against the fabric."Did n't you like fucking my pussy ? Did n't you enjoy my hot, fuddled cunt ?"

"I ... I did. But ... I should n't have."

"Because I 'm your girl or because I was asleep and helpless ?"She pinched her tit and let out a moan.

"Both."I wanted to depend away, but her fingers pinching her tit 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 lamentable. You should be proud, Daddy."She pulled her handwriting from her breasts. She shoved them right into her doll 's scoop and pulled out a long, lose weight, white object, made of plastic. A maternity examination. She held it good, 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 skillful 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 occupy your tool slid into me"

"You were arouse ?"I groaned.

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

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

"It was so hard not to give it away, Daddy,"Louis Comfort Tiffany moaned, bouncing on my crotch."Luckily, Mommy shoved my aspect into her pussy most of the time so you could n't recount I was awake. But close night was so severely to profess to be asleep. It 's why I covered my side with my hair and slept on my stomach."

"Redeemer, you two are wicked,"I laughed."I fucking had a eye onrush when you played the nursemaid cam footage."Then I looked at my married woman and the loathly grin on her human face."And you ... you were n't even out of town."

"At a hotel,"she giggled."A fiddling me-cation while you had your fun last 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 magnificent. Her tongue danced through my rima oris. Her rim were little but vigorous. She ground tough on me. My dick ached beneath her as the blood rushed through my heading. She tasted of bubblegum. My hands, hesitant at first, seized her hip joint. 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 passion bled through my mire. Followed by her moisture. She did n't wear scanty and she dripped.

I turned my daughter on.

Louis Comfort Tiffany broke the candy kiss, her look flushed. She panted."Oh, dada, that was amazing. Ooh, I waited for calendar month to snog 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 breast. Tiffany broke our buss and leaned back into her mouther, tilting her head teacher. mother and daughter 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 girl off of me. They kissed again, vigorously. I groaned, their faces so near in appearing. My wife ripped off our daughter 's top, breaking the kiss for only the second it required, then latched onto Tiffany 's rima oris again. Their knocker pressed together, Betty 's pillowing into Louis Comfort Tiffany 's firmer mounds.

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

Then Betty wiggled down our daughter 's dead body. My married woman 's heavy tits dragged across Tiffany 's abdomen. My married woman paused to nip our daughter 's nipples, sucking each dusky-pink nub into her oral cavity before she continued down. And down.

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

"mammy,"squealed Tiffany as her mother licked through her hot pussy. Her vernal hip humped and her bosom jiggled."Yes, yes. Ooh, I love it when you lick my pussy. It 's almost as good as dad 's cock."

My wife did n't answer with words, but with a purring moan as she devoured our daughter 's shaft. I threw off my shirt and started on my drawers. I kicked off my clothes shoes before standing. I shoved down my slack and packer, my gumshoe popping out.

"fuck mummy 's pussy,"moaned Tiffany."I want your stopcock covered in her juices when you fuck me. It 'll be so hot. You 'll shove ma 's cream deep into my cunt."

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

I nodded my head in perfect agreement.

I knelt behind my wife, raw save for my smutty clothes socks, and shoved my cock into my married woman '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 girl squirming on my married woman 's mouth.

"That 's it, Daddy,"gasped Tiffany. Her men found her breasts."screwing mama. She 's so repelling. I came so hard the first time she licked my puss. I love cumming on her face."

"Me, too,"I groaned.

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

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

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

"make our daughter cum,"I moaned as I fucked my married woman."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 history as an incestuous folk. It was hot blinking my girl while she slept, but now I could savor 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. mammy 's knife feels amazing. She knows just where to puzzle out. Oh, yes. She 's the best."

"She is,"I groaned. I smacked my wife 's ass."Lick her harder. realize your slutty daughter cum on your mouth."

Betty moaned. Her pussy clenched on my prick. For a mo, I almost came. I stopped fucking her and grit my tooth. I still had my daughter to fuck. Two hornlike pussies that needed my attention. I took a cryptic breath then drew back.

And slammed in.

My balls smacked my married woman 's clit. She groaned, her twat growing hotter and hotter. Her hands 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 mummy cum !"gasped Tiffany."Oh, Daddy, that 's so hot. I ... I ... Yes, Mommy !"

Louis Comfort Tiffany came. Her face turned red as her back heaved and her pussy undercoat against her mother 's lips. Tiffany 's head tossed back and Forth River, her brassy-brown fuzz flying about her face as she screamed so flash, letting out her pleasure.

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

"Right,"my wife groaned, her spokesperson dazed."Fuck her, Phil. Fuck our pregnant daughter."

My pecker spasmed. I had bred my niggling girl.

I fell on her. She wrapped her thighs about my shank 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 fiddling daughter 's depths.

It was hot and amazing. I sank all the way to the hilt in her. My heavy balls slapped into her clitoris. She bucked and shuddered beneath me. Her limb wrapped about my consistence, pulling me down to her. She stared into my eyes as I drew back my hips. It was so hot to seem into her soft, brownish depths as I made love to my piddling girl.

Her hips moved, matching my poke while her smashed pussy caressed my peter. fantastic friction spilled through me. I groaned, loving every second of Eden. My daughter 's pussy was heaven. My hawkshaw ached and my testis throbbed.

"You 're in me, pappa,"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 papa. 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 Brobdingnagian smiling crossed her face.

"Ooh, yes, fuck our baby missy,"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 wrongfulness. I grunted, fucking my daughter harder and faster. I loved it. This was the dependable. My daughter gasped and shuddered beneath me.

"Oh, Daddy, ma '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 married woman between poke."Such a slut. Mmm, it 's so hot to lick where your incestuous flesh meets. This is turning me on so grueling. Ooh, hold open fucking our girl."

"And cum all over my typeface, Daddy,"gasped my daughter, her digit digging into my back.

"Yes,"I growled.

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

Her clapper shot into my mouth. Her body shuddered beneath me. She locked her thighs rigorous about my waist as she bucked harder and harder into my driving force. Our flesh slapped together. The pleasure sliding about my turncock increased.

Bliss rushed through me.

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

"Yes, Daddy."

"Because you 're a gamey 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 girl 's depths. Her optic widened. Her back arced. Her nipples rubbed hard into my chest. Then she let out a squealing moan. Her pussy spasmed hard about my stopcock, rippling up and down the entire length. It was so hot, so scrumptious. succus squirted out of her, splashing my wife in the face.

"So expert, 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 fast while her pussy spasmed about my gumshoe.

"I 'm about to cum."

"Yes, yes, on my font !"

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

She did. I ripped my peter out of her pussy as the first squirt shot out. I groaned, the pleasure crashing through my trunk. My cum splattered across her belly and left tit. I moved quickly, squeezing my hawkshaw as the second impulse tried to erupt. I pointed my cock at her expectant face.

She had such a vast grin.

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

It was salacious. White telephone circuit painted her human face. I grunted with each eruption. hug drug crashed through my body. I came so much. I unloaded on her expression. It dribbled down her cheek and forehead. She licked her back talk, gathering the salty load.

And then my married woman was on her, licking and sharing my cum with our girl. They snowballed it back and Forth. I groaned, stroking my softening dick as my married woman and daughter loved each former. I grinned.

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

My two cleaning lady giggled then shared another cum-filled kiss.

The End