Sleeping Daughter
Chapter Three : nurse Cam Revelation
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

"She is n't even wearing panty tonight, the fiddling slut,"my married woman chortled in my ear. I reached up and adjusted the Bluetooth earpiece to make it more comfortable and stop pinching."Ooh, this is almost as in force as being there. She 's mature and ready for you. She 's taken her medication and she 's passed out."

My dick ached. Even after a month of fucking my eighteen-year-old girl while she slept, I was still eager to feel her hot, tight flesh wrapped about my cock. It was so untimely. So forbidden.

So wonderful.

It had all been my wife 's wicked theme to molest our sleeping daughter. After Tiffany was diagnosed with Sleeping Beauty Syndrome, which sounded completely made-up to me, she had to learn a powerful medication that kept her knocked out for the integral night. Nothing disturbed her. Not even being fucked.

She had no melodic theme her mother and I licked her pussy, sucked on her nipples, and fucked her ass. She slept through it all. She had no idea. The next morning she bounced with zip, bubbling about the sexy 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 sick sister. So she made for certain the old nanny cam we bought years ago was setup and working again. She had positioned the teddy bear so it had a perfect vista of our girl 's bed.

"No panties ?"I asked as I padded down the lobby naked, my dick thrusting hard before me.

"Nope, the niggling slut must be despairing for dad 's attention."My wife giggled."Ooh, she has such a calf love on you. Now get in there and satisfy your short girl."

I reached my daughter 's sleeping room. She left the door undetermined, again. She did it on purpose. She was always flirting with me, bursting with young heat. I had heard her whispering with her mother, talking about her burn 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 strange. I paused at the doorway. It was the get-go time Betty had n't accompanied me in. It was all her mind. She should be here, but she had to square off for masturbating at her sister 's house while watching the fun on the laptop.

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

I nodded my head, forgetting my wife could n't see me through the nanny cam yet. My eyes were glued on my daughter. She lay on her belly, the curves of her ass rising above her aerodynamic book binding before they transitioned into her tranquil thigh. She fell asleep with them spread wide-eyed, her pussy aimed at the door.

"Little loose woman,"I groaned.

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

"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 present her what she wants."

I nodded. I floated forward. My hawkshaw ached. I reached her bed and stared at her. She was gorgeous, lithe. Brassy-brown hairsbreadth spilled about her back and face. I brushed a few strands off her shoulder and stoop down to snog her.

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

"Daddy 's here,"I groaned."pa 's going to make such confection sexual love to you."

"And breed you,"panted my wife."William Tell her you 're going to breed her, honey. Breed a grandchild into our daughter. I want to see her teenage belly swelling with your nestling. It will be so get it on hot."
"pop 's going to cum in you and you 'll get pregnant,"I groaned. It was so wrong, the ancestry no parent should thwart with their child.

My dick almost came just thinking about it.

What would Tiffany think when her flowing 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 sleep. I should have stopped before taking her cherry.

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

I reached out and stroked my finger down her pricker. My daughter moaned and sighed in her sleep, shifting slightly. Her minuscule butt wiggled. My finger reached the buns 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 razz me,"my married woman panted."I 'm so corneous. Just fuck her."

"When I 'm ready."

My wife moaned. I heard the wet squelch circuit of finger's breadth working in and out of hot cunt."fucking her ! strain her ! Oh, yes ! Do it, Phil ! She wants it, the fiddling slut. I bet her pussy is already soaking wet. Feel her. Touch her ! Let me know."

"Okay."

I moved my script down between my daughter 's thigh. It grew warmer and warmer the deeper I reached. My daughter shuddered when I brushed her pussy surrounded by her soft curls. I stroked up and down her flesh. Her toes curled and her rump clenched. Her juice coated my fingers.

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

"No. The television camera sucks too often. Just finger her. screw her. chivy her ! Oh, God, Phil, please, please, please. I 'm so horny. I 'm going to explode if you don't."

"I thought you wanted to explode."

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

I answered like married man had for centuries :"Yes, dear."

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

I licked and tongued her anatomical sphincter. My girl sighed and squirmed more in her quietus. I imagined the wonderful, wicked dreams she was having right now. I was happy I could give her this pleasance even if she had no idea it was really me.

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

"Just enjoy, mantrap,"I groaned between licks of her sourness asshole.

My finger dug into her ass, kneading her butt-cheeks as my clapper probed and wiggled into her sphincter. I entered her bowels, loving the rough grain. My cock throbbed, aching at the storage of taking her anal-cherry a month back. Every few night I fucked her ass.

"Oh, that 's it, eat our daughter 's ass,"gasped my wife."Ooh, yes. You 're such a bad pa. Such a wicked father. You 're molesting our sleeping girl. She trusts you. Oh, yes, yes, yes."

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

And found my daughter 's wet pussy.

I shoved a twain of fingers into her tight, silky depths. Tiffany moaned and her frame clamped down on my finger. Her rose hip wiggled as I pumped my digit in and out of her depth. My gumshoe ached and throbbed, wishing to swop shoes with my fingers.

I ignored my putz. For now. I concentrated on tonguing my girl 's ass and fingering her kitty. I pushed my tongue as deep in as I could while fucking my fingers faster and faster in and out of her cunt. My thumb pushed through her folds and found her clit.

"Daddy !"Tiffany gasped, her slumbering body bucking in the bed.

I rubbed harder at her clit. I loved how the small drop 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 loose woman loves it,"my wife moaned.

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

"She wants something bigger in there."

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

"Good !"

"Have a nice cum ?"

"The expert, dear. Ooh, it is so hot watching you on the nursemaid cam. This is so disgustful. I feel like such a bad Mommy. I know my daughter 's being molested and I 'm getting of on it. Ooh, yes, keep fingering her cunt. lay down our girl cum before you ram that big, duncish hammer into her tight cunny."

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

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

"How does she savour ?"asked my wife.

"Delicious."

"goodness. make her cum. I 'm getting wet again."

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

"Daddy,"she moaned.

Her juice squirted out of her pussy.

The hot cream dripped on my face. I loved the feel adorning my face. I breathed in her musk as her golf hole spasmed about my finger. to a greater extent and more juice 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 little 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 begging for Daddy 's big, chummy tool to ream her. What are you waiting on ? I know you want to lay to rest into her pussy and get it on her into the next century, dear. Do it. present our trollop the pounding she wants and deserves."

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

"Yes,"hissed my wife into my ear."Oh, yes. Fuck the small slut. Breed a grandchild into our girl. Do it, honey."

I moved my cock to my daughter 's slit. I rubbed it on her flesh. It was an cumbersome angle. So I grabbed one of Tiffany 's many pillows—do n't ask me why she had Sir Thomas More than one—and shoved it beneath her stomach, raising her ass and pussy. 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 net. This was so hot. I had an hearing while molesting my daughter.

I had to shit it a great show.

I thrust into my girl 's hot, pixilated cunt, bearing into her in a single knife thrust. Her anatomy immerse my cock. The hottest, sweetest silk caressed my dick. joy raced down the tip my orb bubbling with cum. I groaned, savoring her depths. Her rosehip shifted again.

"pa,"she sighed, dreaming.

"That 's right, sister girl, Daddy 's rooster is buried to the hilt in your slutty cunt."

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

I grinned at the camera and drew my dick out slowly from my daughter 's tight embrace. I groaned, my heart rolling in my question. It was such a sweet, agonizing bliss. My girl was so mingy and hot and juicy.

I thrust into her profundity. My Lucille Ball 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 pelvis, pumping my pelvic girdle, loving the rippling of her butt-cheeks and the moonlight playing on her supple back.

"Ooh, yes, you 're ramming your big, thick cock into our girl 's cunt. That 's so hot. Mmm, yes. Fuck her. lay down her cum so hard. Oh, this is so hot, honey. So hot."

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

What a thrill.

I ran my custody up and down Louis Comfort Tiffany 's back, brushing the face of her bosom. They were small pitcher. She was her mother in miniature save for their curves. Betty had them in spades. Big, giving tit. Sweeping pelvis. Plump ass. But my girl 's slender frame of reference and pocket-size bosom were just as hot.

I gripped them. Her nipple rubbed into my decoration as I pounded my daughter. The slap echoed through the bedroom. My girl 's pussy clenched and relaxed on my putz. Her articulatio coxae wiggled, an unconscious mind response. She could n't avail making them.

"That 's it, baby young lady,"I groaned."Mmm, yes, let Daddy sense how much you love his big, wooden-headed dick. Oh, yes. You love my big cock. Do n't you ?"

"dad,"she panted.

"Yes, you do. Oh, yes."

My testis ached and boiled. They had to detonate. I groaned and grunted, burying into the depths of my daughter 's cunt. My back arched. My cum spilled out of me. attack after bam of my prolific seeded player spilling into her untouched depths. Tiffany 's twat spasmed. She shuddered, cumming with me.

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

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

We were all cumming together as a crime syndicate, even if my wife could n't be here. I grunted, driving my dick into my daughter 's spasming depths. I stared right at the nanny cam, loving the thrill of being watched.

"I hope you loved that honey."

"I did,"gasped my wife."Oh, it was almost as hot as being there. I just wish I could figure out your cum from our girl 's pussy. You know how much I love cleaning her up."

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

"After that performance, she 'll have got them,"laughed my married woman."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 Tiffany would forecast it out. After a 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 grin on her face.

"Trying."

She threw her weapons system around my neck and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek. She pressed her body against me doing it, teasing me with her developing curves. My dick ached in my quagmire. Then, after a few Thomas More combustion pulse, she broke away and flounced to her seat at the kitchen nook.

"It does n't matter if you do cut them,"she declared."Not after the tremendous dreams I had last-place night."

"More wet ones ?"I asked. I also was far more comfortable talking sex in battlefront 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 terminate staring at her. And then I would ruin breakfast. As it was, the Francis Bacon was a small too crispy. I dished up the food, set it on plates, and joined my girl. She was ravenous.

So was I.

"dad, what time are you getting home plate from oeuvre ?"

"Same meter as common,"I answered. Then I fixed her a leery 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 metre I 'm getting dwelling ?"I asked, unable to enshroud my grinning. I knew she had a huge crush on me, and it was rattling to see it on her face.

"I have something to testify you."

"Oh ? Bad reputation bill ?"

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

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

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

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

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

I shook my head as the door crashed shut behind her. In some ways she was still my small girl, in former elbow room she had grown into a gorgeous creature. I closed my eyes, remembering the feel of her kitty as I came in her concluding night.

If I had a few more minutes, I would give birth jerked off right-hand there at the breakfast board. Instead, I ventured Forth River into the terrible morning traffic. I fought through the bumper-to-bumper gridlock, sipping my coffee and listening to morning talk radio.

By the sentence I got to work, 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 much, but enough that middle direction was cracking the party whip. They kept going around talking about,"Being region of the team,"and"doing your theatrical role"and"fashioning sacrifices."It was all bullshit.

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

And no thinking about the daughter I loved to molest. Her fuddled puss. Her diminished bosom. Her dusky-pink pap. And how she smelled. Fresh. sweet. Innocent.

Okay, I thought about her a slight bit. She was in my bloodline. 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 vendition machine. It was n't the honorable decisiveness I could make. But I forced it down as I went over the numbers. By the end of the day, we were making headway, catching up while the middle management ran by giving high-fives like they did anything at all but take credit.

Assholes.

I clocked out at the unconstipated sentence. While we were behind on the docket, the company was too punk to do us exercise overtime. I probably would work on it at home on my data processor just to shew I was a team player.

I had a sinking feeling the gaffer purposefully made schedules we could n't proceed up with to find ways to get us to influence for free.

I faced the drudgery of traffic going rest home, which was lighter for some understanding and I was home fifteen minute of arc 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 different outfit, something girlish and fluffy : pink, pleated skirt ; tight halter top, a brighter shade of pink than her skirt, the textile clinging to her low breast ; knee-deep, pink drogue. I was sensing a theme with her outfit.

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

"TV ?"I asked then our conversation this morning came back to me."right wing, right. bequeath this take long ? I have some matter to influence on before dinner."

"dad, this is very important."

I did n't jib as she led me to the living room. Partly because I loved the way her skirt swayed about her slick thighs and clung to her gorgeous ass. She pushed me down onto the recliner and then grabbed her iPad. We had one of those smart TV 's that pill and computers could synchronise to.

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

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

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

I did n't make love what to say.

"Well, I was shocked to see it set up. So this forenoon, I copied the video it filmed last dark on to my iPad."She paused."No is n't that interesting. Who would need to movie me sleeping ?"

She hit gaming. Her defenseless consistency appeared on screen, the curve of her ass, her sleek back, her brassy haircloth falling over her human face. My girl stood by the TV, looking from me to herself sleeping on screen then back to me.

"wellspring, I can see why someone perverted would desire to spy on me while I was sleeping all vulnerable and incapacitated, ineffective to do anything because of my medication."Tiffany took her head."Someone just disgusting."

"honey ..."I croaked.

"hush, pa, let 's keep watching and see who this despicable someone is."

I squirmed on the chair. My aspect burned. I was in so much fuss. Soon the cops would acknowledge and I would go to prison house forever. My daughter would hate me. I was such a musical composition of shit.

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

"I look so innocent and vulnerable,"continued Louis Comfort Tiffany."Just lying there, helpless. Anyone could walk in and do something to me."Her eyes flashed to me."right hand, dada ?"

"I guess."I licked my back talk."I ... Honey ... It 's not ..."

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

My dark darkened the room. Her threshold was unfold and I blocked the visible radiation flooding in from the hallway. I remembered standing there last night, stroking my pecker, ogling my daughter. I walked onto the covert. There was no sound. She did n't hear me talking to my wife.

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

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

"Disgusting."

I watched myself bring my finger down to her slit, rubbing her flesh. I held it up to the photographic camera before sucking it into my lip. My dick throbbed in my bloomers as my daughter shook her forefront, her nose wrinkling.

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

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

"You 're sorry for eating out my ass, daddy ?"She walked to me, her bird swirling about her thighs."Huh ? Are you sorry for fingering me ?"

She tapped the screenland, skipping the television ahead to me ramming my fingerbreadth in and out of her pussy while licking at her button. My cheeks burned. I was in so much trouble. So why was my putz so hard right wing now ? I should be looking away.

But I was entranced.

"Are you sorry for fucking me ?"She tapped the CRT screen, skimping the television forward to evince me rubbing my rooster up and down her pussycat."Huh, daddy ? Are you sorry for taking my virginity and spurting your cum into my fertile, untouched profoundness. Did you want to take a leak me significant, Daddy ? Did you want to breed me ?"

I swallowed. My daughter moved before me. She stood at the foot of the recliner, blocking the screen. Her John Brown eyes bored in at me. She tossed her tablet onto the couch and put her workforce on her hips.

"Answer me, pop. Did you want to multiply your daughter ?"

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

"And are you sorry ?"

I nodded my head.

"Why ?"Her hands slid up her waist and cupped her breasts through the thin fabric of her halter top. Her nipples hardened, pressing against the material."Did n't you like fucking my snatch ? Did n't you delight my hot, tight cunt ?"

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

"Because I 'm your daughter or because I was asleep and helpless ?"She pinched her pap 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 wicked pop. You should n't be sorry. You should be proud, Daddy."She pulled her helping hand from her breasts. She shoved them right into her annulus 's pocket and pulled out a farsighted, lean, white object, made of charge plate. A gestation test. She held it upright, the pink assembly 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 putz 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 dick slid into me"

"You were awaken ?"I groaned.

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

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

"It was so hard not to sacrifice it away, Daddy,"Tiffany moaned, bouncing on my genitalia."Luckily, mummy shoved my cheek into her kitty-cat nigh of the metre so you could n't tell I was awake. But hold out night was so hard to make believe to be asleep. It 's why I covered my face with my hair and slept on my stomach."

"Jesus of Nazareth, you two are wicked,"I laughed."I fucking had a heart attack when you played the nanny cam footage."Then I looked at my wife and the wicked grin on her facial expression."And you ... you were n't even out of town."

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

"We were so naughty,"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 magnificent. Her tongue danced through my rima oris. Her lip were small but vigorous. She ground voiceless on me. My dick ached beneath her as the rip rushed through my principal. She tasted of bubblegum. My hands, hesitant at first off, seized her hips. I feared moving them.

But I had bred her. She knew all about it. She loved being fucked.

I seized her ass and squeezed it through her skirt, pulling her harder on my cock. She moaned into my mouth. Her heat bled through my slacks. Followed by her wet. She did n't wear panties and she dripped.

I turned my girl on.

Tiffany broke the buss, her font flushed. She panted."Oh, dada, that was amazing. Ooh, I waited for calendar month to buss you like that. And now I have."

She leaned in and kissed me again.

Then my wife pressed in behind her. Betty 's hands went around our daughter 's body and gripped her breasts. Louis Comfort Tiffany broke our kiss and leaned back into her mouther, tilting her head. female parent and daughter kissed over Tiffany 's shoulder.

"nooky,"I groaned.

My married woman smiled and broke the kiss."I think Daddy wants to see what we 've been getting up to while he slaved away at the office."

"Yes,"squealed Tiffany.

My married woman pulled our girl off of me. They kissed again, vigorously. I groaned, their faces so close in show. My married woman ripped off our daughter 's top, breaking the osculation for only the second it required, then latched onto Louis Comfort Tiffany 's sassing again. Their breasts pressed together, Betty 's pillowing into Louis Comfort Tiffany 's firmer mounds.

They sank to the storey. I ripped off my tie and fumbled at the buttons of my shirt as I watched Tiffany writhe beneath Betty. They kept kissing and humping. Louis Comfort Tiffany 's annulus slipped up, exposing her naked hip. Her pussy priming coat against her mother's.

Then Betty wiggled down our girl 's soundbox. My married woman 's heavy mammilla dragged across Tiffany 's stomach. My wife paused to nip our daughter 's nipples, sucking each dusky-pink nub into her mouth before she continued down. And down.

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

"Mommy,"squealed Tiffany as her female parent licked through her hot pussy. Her youthful hips humped and her tit jiggled."Yes, yes. Ooh, I love it when you lick my pussy. It 's almost as good as pappa 's cock."

My wife did n't answer with Logos, but with a purring moan as she devoured our daughter 's peter. I threw off my shirt and started on my bloomers. I kicked off my clothes brake shoe before standing. I shoved down my slacks and Boxer, my prick popping out.

"roll in the hay Mommy 's puss,"moaned Louis Comfort Tiffany."I want your tool covered in her succus when you fuck me. It 'll be so hot. You 'll shove mummy 's pick deep into my cunt."

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

I nodded my head teacher in complete agreement.

I knelt behind my wife, naked save for my dim wearing apparel socks, and shoved my prick into my wife 's kitty-cat. She was hot and fast, 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 wife 's mouth.

"That 's it, dada,"gasped Louis Comfort Tiffany. Her hands found her breasts."ass mammy. She 's so implike. I came so hard the beginning clock time she licked my pussycat. I love cumming on her face."

"Me, too,"I groaned.

My daughter giggled."That 's so nasty, pa. You have to cum on my side, too. Okay."

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

Betty bucked her hips back into my thrusts as she devoured our daughter 's cunt. She licked and nuzzled. Tiffany moaned and gasped, humping and squirming. Her eyes rolled back in her read/write 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 living as an incestuous family. It was hot make love my girl while she slept, but now I could savour her without any lingering guiltiness. My girl loved what I did to her. I made her happy.

I loved her and she loved me.

"Oh, pa, yes. momma 's lingua flavor amazing. She knows just where to lick. Oh, yes. She 's the best."

"She is,"I groaned. I smacked my wife 's ass."salt lick her harder. form your slutty girl cum on your mouth."

Betty moaned. Her pussy clenched on my cock. For a moment, I almost came. I stopped fucking her and grit my teeth. I still had my daughter to have it away. Two horny snatch that needed my attention. I took a deep breather then drew back.

And slammed in.

My balls smacked my wife 's clit. She groaned, her kitty growing hotter and hotter. Her hands gripped Louis Comfort Tiffany 's waist. My wife bucked. Her cunt spasmed on my cock. She moaned her orgasm as she tongued our daughter.

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

Tiffany came. Her grimace turned red as her back heaved and her kitty ground against her mother 's lip. Tiffany 's head tossed back and Forth, her brassy-brown fuzz flying about her face as she screamed so loud, letting out her pleasure.

I pulled out of my wife 's pussy as Tiffany heaved through her sexual climax. Her eyes opened, found my dick, and smiled."mom, it 's my number to get fucked. Please, please, hold on licking."

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

My dick spasmed. I had bred my piffling girl.

I fell on her. She wrapped her thighs about my waist and reached down to catch my cock."Ooh, I finally get to partake it with my hands."She stroked me, guiding me to her pussy."Now fuck me, Daddy."

I thrust into my small young woman '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 eye as I drew back my pelvic girdle. It was so hot to look into her lenient, brown deepness as I made making love to my fiddling girl.

Her hips moved, matching my thrust while her tight slit caressed my dick. Wonderful friction spilled through me. I groaned, loving every irregular of Eden. My daughter 's pussy was heaven. My dick ached and my balls throbbed.

"You 're in me, pappa,"she moaned, grinning."Now I get to say all the words I wanted to. Mmm, yes. Fuck me, pa. Pound my pussy. I know it 's wrong, but you 're such a bad Daddy. You do n't like. You want to fuck me anyways."

"I do. Because I love you and you 're so sexy."

"I am."A immense grin crossed her face.

"Ooh, yes, fuck our baby little girl,"purred my wife from behind us.

I groaned when I felt her natural language lick at my cock where it slammed into our daughter 's slit. It was so wonderfully wrong. I grunted, fucking my daughter harder and faster. I loved it. This was the topper. My daughter gasped and shuddered beneath me.

"Oh, papa, Mommy 's being so bad. She 's licking us down there."

"You 're mother 's as big a jade as you are."

"Uh-huh,"moaned my married woman between licks."Such a slut. Mmm, it 's so hot to lick where your incestuous material body meets. This is turning me on so hard. Ooh, keep fucking our girl."

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

"Yes,"I growled.

I kissed her. Louis Comfort Tiffany 's hard nipples rubbed into my dresser as we rocked together. Her pussy grew stiff and tighter. She moaned into her osculation, growing closer and closer to cumming while my married woman teased us both.

Her tongue shot into my mouth. Her body shuddered beneath me. She locked her thighs miserly about my shank as she bucked harder and harder into my thrusts. Our form slapped together. The pleasance sliding about my rooster increased.

Bliss rushed through me.

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

"Yes, Daddy."

"Because you 're a naughty fille ?"

"The gamy. I love cumming on my daddy 's big stopcock. Ooh, yes. keep driving it into me, Daddy. Keep fucking me. lay down me explode."

"Do it,"moaned my wife.

I drove into my daughter 's depths. Her eyes widened. Her back curve. Her nipples rub hard into my chest. Then she let out a squealing moan. Her twat spasmed hard about my cock, rippling up and down the intact duration. It was so hot, so delicious. Juices squirted out of her, splashing my wife in the face.

"So right, dad !"she gasped.

"Oh, yes,"moaned my married woman."Yo made her cum."

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

The pressure level in my Lucille Ball grew."love,"I panted."Let go. I need to cum on your face."

"What ?"she gasped, her arms and thighs hugging me mean while her twat spasmed about my dick.

"I 'm about to cum."

"Yes, yes, on my human face !"

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

She did. I ripped my turncock out of her kitty-cat as the first of all small fry shot out. I groaned, the joy crashing through my body. My cum splattered across her venter and left tit. I moved quickly, squeezing my tool as the minute pulsation tried to recrudesce. I pointed my cock at her expectant face.

She had such a vast grin.

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

It was obscene. White lines painted her face. I grunted with each attack. Ecstasy crashed through my torso. I came so much. I unloaded on her face. It dribbled down her cheeks and forehead. She licked her backtalk, 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 River. I groaned, stroking my softening shaft as my married woman and girl loved each other. I grinned.

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

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

The End