Sleeping girl
Chapter Three : Nanny Cam Revelation
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

"She is n't even wearing step-in tonight, the little fornicatress,"my wife chortled in my ear. I reached up and adjusted the Bluetooth earpiece to make it more prosperous and catch pinching."Ooh, this is almost as thoroughly as being there. She 's ripe and ready for you. She 's taken her medication and she 's passed out."

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

So wonderful.

It had all been my wife 's pixilated melodic theme to molest our sleeping daughter. After Tiffany was diagnosed with sleeping looker Syndrome, which sounded completely made-up to me, she had to hold a right medicament that kept her knocked out for the integral night. nothing disturbed her. Not even being fucked.

She had no idea her female parent and I licked her pussy, sucked on her tit, and fucked her ass. She slept through it all. She had no theme. The next morning she bounced with muscularity, bubbling about the sexy dreams she had again. Our daughter did n't know what we were doing to her, but her body did.

And she came hard as we molested her.

Tonight my married woman was out of townsfolk visiting her demented sis. So she made certainly the old nurse cam we bought long time ago was frame-up and working again. She had positioned the teddy bear so it had a perfect view of our daughter 's bed.

"No scanty ?"I asked as I padded down the dorm naked, my pecker thrusting hard before me.

"Nope, the short loose woman must be desperate for Daddy 's attention."My wife giggled."Ooh, she has such a puppy love on you. Now get in there and satisfy your slight girl."

I reached my daughter 's bedchamber. She left the threshold undefendable, again. She did it on aim. She was always flirting with me, bursting with youthful heat. I had heard her rustling with her mother, talking about her burning desires for an old man.

Me.

My daughter had the hots for me.

I stroked my dick as I entered the room. It was strange. I paused at the room access. It was the foremost clip Betty had n't accompanied me in. It was all her estimate. She should be here, but she had to ensconce for masturbating at her sister 's theatre while watching the fun on the laptop.

"God, she 's gorgeous, Phil,"moaned my wife."Can you see her pussycat from the door ? The television camera 's not in the right position for me to tell."

I nodded my read/write head, forgetting my wife could n't see me through the nurse cam yet. My eyes were glued on my daughter. She lay on her belly, the curves of her ass rising above her aerodynamic vertebral column before they transitioned into her smooth thighs. She fell asleep with them spread all-encompassing, her snatch 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 tool ached. I reached her bed and stared at her. She was gorgeous, lissome. Brassy-brown hair spilled about her back and fount. I brushed a few strands off her articulatio humeri and turn down to kiss her.

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

"Daddy 's here,"I groaned."Daddy 's going to take in such sweet making love to you."

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

My prick 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 virgin and proud of it. She had no melodic theme her female parent 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 married woman 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 picayune butt wiggled. My finger reached the tush of her tailspin 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 wife panted."I 'm so aroused. Just fuck her."

"When I 'm ready."

My wife moaned. I heard the wet put-down of fingerbreadth working in and out of hot bitch."roll in the hay her ! breed her ! Oh, yes ! Do it, Phil ! She wants it, the petty slovenly woman. I bet her pussy is already soaking wet. look her. Touch her ! Let me know."

"Okay."

I moved my hand down between my girl 's thighs. It grew affectionate and warmer the deeper I reached. My daughter shuddered when I brushed her slit surrounded by her soft curls. I stroked up and down her shape. Her toes curled and her tooshie clenched. Her juices coated my fingers.

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

"No. The photographic camera sucks too a great deal. Just finger her. Fuck her. plague 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, molest your daughter right this wink !"

I answered like hubby had for 100 :"Yes, dear."

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

I licked and tongued her sphincter. My daughter sighed and squirmed more in her nap. I imagined the wonderful, wicked dreams she was having right now. I was beaming 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 clout of her sour asshole.

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

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

My wife 's loud groan made it pretty obvious she just came. She gasped and heaved in the scope, her bed creaking. My dick ached, glad I was pleasing both my cleaning lady. I kept tonguing Tiffany 's ass while my mighty hand explored lower and lower.

And found my girl 's wet pussy.

I shoved a pair of fingers into her tight, silky depths. Tiffany moaned and her flesh clamped down on my fingers. Her pelvic arch wiggled as I pumped my fingers in and out of her deepness. My pecker ached and throbbed, wishing to switch space with my fingers.

I ignored my rooster. For now. I concentrated on tonguing my daughter 's ass and fingering her pussy. I pushed my tongue as deep in as I could while fucking my fingerbreadth faster and faster in and out of her snatch. My thumb pushed through her folds and found her clit.

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

I rubbed harder at her clitoris. I loved how the small beadwork felt beneath my thumb. I massaged harder and harder against her. She gasped and groaned. She squirmed on the bed, heaving, gasping. Her slumbering dead body loved it. Her dreaming must be so wonderful and vivid.

"Oh, dad, yes."

"The strumpet 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 Scripture."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 skanky. 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 zany. Make our daughter cum before you ram that big, duncical pecker into her tight cunny."

I rubbed harder on my daughter 's button. Her pussy clenched and relaxed on my finger. Her pelvic girdle undulated, pushing back into my driving force. Her moans echoed through the room. Panting, heaving groan of pure delight.

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

"How does she taste ?"asked my wife.

"Delicious."

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

I sucked hard on my daughter 's clit then I flicked my tongue over and over on the bud. She gasped and moaned. Her torso bucked and squirmed. If it was n't for her muscular medicament, I would aver she was awake.

"pappa,"she moaned.

Her succus squirted out of her pussy.

The hot cream dripped on my facial expression. I loved the flavor adorning my face. I breathed in her musk as her kettle of fish spasmed about my finger's breadth. More and More juices poured out into my hungry sassing. My wife panted in my ear as I drank our daughter 's passion.

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

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

"And now her pussy 's begging for dada 's big, thick-skulled dick to ream her. What are you waiting on ? I know you want to swallow into her snatch and get it on her into the adjacent century, honey. Do it. pass on our slut the throb she wants and deserves."

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

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

I moved my cock to my girl 's kitty-cat. I rubbed it on her flesh. It was an bunglesome angle. So I grabbed one of Louis Comfort 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 stopcock against her cunt 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 cyberspace. This was so hot. I had an audience while molesting my daughter.

I had to shit it a enceinte show.

I thrust into my daughter 's hot, close cunt, bearing into her in a I driving force. Her flesh engulfed my peter. The live, sweetest silk caressed my dick. Pleasure raced down the tip my clump bubbling with cum. I groaned, savoring her profoundness. Her hip joint shifted again.

"Daddy,"she sighed, dreaming.

"That 's rightfield, baby girl, papa 's cock is buried to the hilt in your slutty cunt."

"Mmm, yes,"my wife moaned."Fuck our daughter hard. Pound her snatch. This is so blamed hot. I 'm watching my own personal porn."

I grinned at the camera and drew my hammer out slowly from my daughter 's tight embrace. I groaned, my eye rolling in my head. It was such a angelical, agonizing seventh heaven. My daughter was so fast and hot and juicy.

I thrust into her depths. My balls smacked into her clit. The bed rocked and my daughter sighed. I pulled back and slammed in again. And again. It was heaven. I gripped her hips, pumping my rose hip, loving the rippling of her butt-cheeks and the moonlight acting on her lithesome back.

"Ooh, yes, you 're ramming your big, duncical cock into our girl 's cunt. That 's so hot. Mmm, yes. Fuck her. puddle 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 unit. I caught well-nigh of her pant and moan as she writhed, watching me piece of ass our slumbering daughter.

What a thrill.

I ran my hands up and down Louis Comfort Tiffany 's back, brushing the sides of her boob. They were lowly pitcher. She was her mother in miniature save for their breaking ball. Betty had them in coon. Big, bountiful tits. Sweeping hips. Plump ass. But my daughter 's slender frame and smaller chest were just as hot.

I gripped them. Her mamilla rubbed into my medal as I pounded my daughter. The slaps echoed through the sleeping accommodation. My daughter 's cunt clenched and relaxed on my hawkshaw. Her pelvic girdle wiggled, an unconscious mind response. She could n't help making them.

"That 's it, baby young woman,"I groaned."Mmm, yes, let Daddy palpate how much you love his big, duncish dick. Oh, yes. You love my big dick. Do n't you ?"

"Daddy,"she panted.

"Yes, you do. Oh, yes."

My testis ached and boiled. They had to explode. I groaned and grunted, burying into the depths of my daughter 's twat. My back arched. My cum spilled out of me. blast after bam of my productive come spilling into her untasted depths. Tiffany 's cunt spasmed. She shuddered, cumming with me.

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

"Yes, yes, yes,"my wife gasped."wasteweir all your baby-making mettle in our daughter 's twat. 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 dick into my daughter 's spasming depths. I stared right at the nanny cam, loving the rush of being watched.

"I hope you loved that honey."

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

"I do,"I grinned. I groaned as I pulled out of my girl. I bent over, brushed aside her hair from her cheek, and kissed her. I loved the ghost of a smiling on her back talk."sweet dreaming, pumpkin."

"After that performance, she 'll have 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 reckon it out. After a calendar month, complacency had set in. My wife and I were getting away with it. So when Tiffany bounded into the kitchen dressed for school, I gave her a big grin.

"I hope you 're not burning breakfast,"she said, stopping before me, a vast grin on her face.

"Trying."

She threw her coat of arms around my neck and gave me a quick osculation on my cheek. She pressed her body against me doing it, teasing me with her developing bender. My dick ached in my slacks. Then, after a few Sir Thomas More burning flash, she broke away and flounced to her tail end at the kitchen nook.

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

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

"Maybe."A smile played on her rim. Memories 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 finish staring at her. And then I would break breakfast. As it was, the bacon was a slight too crisp. I dished up the nutrient, set it on scale, and joined my girl. She was ravenous.

So was I.

"Daddy, what prison term are you getting rest home from work ?"

"Sami time 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."

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

"Then why are you so keen to know what time I 'm getting home ?"I asked, unable to shroud my smile. I knew she had a huge crush on me, and it was wondrous to see it on her face.

"I have something to show you."

"Oh ? Bad report cards ?"

She rolled her oculus."No, no, it 's a picture I found. I think you 'll ascertain it interesting."

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

"It 's not a few mo 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 ?"okey, love. I 'll be home at the common time."

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

I shook my foreland as the door crashed shut behind her. In some ways she was still my little girl, in early ways she had grown into a gorgeous creature. I closed my center, remembering the feel of her pussycat as I came in her hold up night.

If I had a few more hour, I would stimulate jerked off right there at the breakfast table. Instead, I ventured forth into the abominable morning dealings. I fought through the bumper-to-bumper gridlock, sipping my coffee tree and listening to aurora talk radio.

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

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workplace was feverish. stressful. We were behind in the new task. Not by a great deal, but enough that centre management was cracking the whip. They kept going around talking about,"being office of the team,"and"doing your part"and"fashioning sacrifices."It was all bullshit.

But the bullshit made us make harder. No pointless breaks to talk around the water cooler. No hr spent browsing Facebook while pretending to forge on written report. No playing Pezophaps solitaria in the afternoon because I was too tired to do your job.

And no thinking about the girl I loved to molest. Her besotted kitty. Her pocket-sized chest. Her dusky-pink nipple. And how she smelled. Fresh. Sweet. Innocent.

Okay, I thought about her a piffling bit. She was in my bloodline. I loved my wife, but we were both rummy on our daughter.

I worked at my desk through dejeuner, eating an egg salad sandwich I bought from the vending machine. It was n't the trump decision I could make. But I forced it down as I went over the issue. 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 look at credit.

Assholes.

I clocked out at the habitue clip. While we were behind on the schedule, the caller was too inexpensive to take a leak us work overtime. I probably would act upon on it at home on my computer just to show I was a team player.

I had a sinking feeling feeling the bosses purposefully made schedules we could n't save up with to find agency to get us to solve for free.

I faced the drudgery of traffic going home, which was lighter for some reason and I was rest home fifteen proceedings 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 rig, something girlish and fluffy : garden pink, pleated skirt ; blind drunk hackamore top, a brighter shade of pinko than her wench, the fabric clinging to her small breasts ; knee-high, pink wind cone. I was sensing a theme with her outfit.

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

"television ?"I asked then our conversation this morning came back to me."rightfulness, right. Will this take up farseeing ? I have some things to work on before dinner."

"Daddy, this is very important."

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

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

My abdomen lurched. My spirit rhythm faster."What ?"

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

I did n't recognize what to say.

"Well, I was shocked to see it set up. So this morning, I copied the video it filmed finale night on to my iPad."She paused."No is n't that interesting. Who would want to film me sleeping ?"

She hit fun. Her defenseless trunk appeared on sieve, the curve of her ass, her silken back, her brassy hair falling over her look. My girl stood by the TV, looking from me to herself sleeping on sieve then back to me.

"fountainhead, I can see why someone perverted would want to spy on me while I was sleeping all vulnerable and helpless, unable to do anything because of my medication."Tiffany took her read/write head."individual just disgusting."

"dear ..."I croaked.

"stillness, Daddy, let 's go on observance and see who this despicable somebody is."

I squirmed on the chair. My expression burned. I was in so very much trouble. Soon the cops would know and I would go to prison forever. My daughter would detest me. I was such a small-arm 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 impeccant and vulnerable,"continued Louis Comfort Tiffany."Just lying there, helpless. Anyone could take the air in and do something to me."Her eyes flashed to me."Right, Daddy ?"

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

"Ooh, here we go, Daddy. 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 last dark, stroking my gumshoe, ogling my daughter. I walked onto the screen. There was no sound. She did n't hear me talking to my wife.

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

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

"Disgusting."

I watched myself institute my finger down to her pussy, rubbing her flesh. I held it up to the television camera before sucking it into my sass. My dick throbbed in my pants as my daughter shook her head, her olfactory organ 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 gloomy 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 CRT screen, skipping the television ahead to me ramming my digit in and out of her cunt while licking at her clit. My cheeks burned. I was in so practically bother. So why was my dick so hard right now ? I should be looking away.

But I was entranced.

"Are you sorry for fucking me ?"She tapped the screen, skimping the video recording forward to show me rubbing my tool up and down her twat."Huh, pop ? Are you sorry for taking my virginity and spurting your cum into my fertile, untasted profundity. Did you want to urinate me pregnant, Daddy ? Did you want to breed me ?"

I swallowed. My daughter moved before me. She stood at the foot of the recliner, blocking the screenland. Her dark-brown eyes bored in at me. She tossed her tablet onto the sofa and put her hired man on her hips.

"Answer me, Daddy. Did you want to multiply your girl ?"

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 manus slid up her waist and cupped her bosom through the sparse material of her balancer top. Her nipples hardened, pressing against the material."Did n't you like fucking my pussy ? Did n't you bask 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 nipples and let out a moan.

"Both."I wanted to look away, but her fingers pinching her nipples through her top was so enticing.

"You are such a bad Daddy."Her grin grew on her rim."Such a wicked Daddy. You should n't be sorry. You should be proud, Daddy."She pulled her hand from her breasts. She shoved them right into her bird 's air hole and pulled out a long, slenderize, white objective, made of plastic. A gestation run. She held it upright, the pink line visible.

"Congratulations, Daddy. You bred me !"

Then with a giggle she leaped onto my lap. I grunted—she was too big to do that. But then she felt nice as she wiggled on me. She ground her kitty-cat on my cock as her work force grasped my shoulder joint. 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 opine there was anything called sleeping looker Syndrome ?"my wife asked.

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

"It was so hard not to return it away, dada,"Tiffany moaned, bouncing on my genitalia."Luckily, Mommy shoved my boldness into her cunt about of the time so you could n't secernate I was awake. But last night was so hard to pretend to be asleep. It 's why I covered my face with my hair and slept on my stomach."

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

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

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

"I did."

"Good."And then she kissed me.

It was glorious. Her tongue danced through my sassing. Her rim were small but vigorous. She ground intemperate on me. My peter ached beneath her as the blood rushed through my head. She tasted of bubblegum. My hands, hesitant at world-class, seized her rosehip. 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 bird, pulling her harder on my cock. She moaned into my lip. Her oestrus bled through my mire. Followed by her moisture. She did n't wear off panties and she dripped.

I turned my daughter on.

Louis Comfort Tiffany broke the kiss, her face flushed. She panted."Oh, pappa, 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 hand went around our daughter 's body and gripped her chest. Tiffany broke our candy kiss and leaned back into her mouther, tilting her oral sex. mother and girl kissed over Tiffany 's shoulder.

"Fuck,"I groaned.

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

"Yes,"squealed Tiffany.

My wife pulled our girl off of me. They kissed again, vigorously. I groaned, their faces so near in appearing. My wife ripped off our girl 's top, breaking the kiss for only the moment it required, then latched onto Tiffany 's sass again. Their breasts pressed together, Betty 's pillowing into Tiffany 's firmer mounds.

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

Then Betty wiggled down our daughter 's body. My wife 's ponderous titty dragged across Tiffany 's belly. My married woman 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 girl 's pussy.

"mamma,"squealed Tiffany as her mother licked through her hot cunt. Her youthful hips humped and her breasts jiggled."Yes, yes. Ooh, I love it when you lick my kitty-cat. It 's almost as honorable as Daddy 's cock."

My married woman did n't do with words, but with a purring moan as she devoured our daughter 's cock. I threw off my shirt and started on my pants. I kicked off my dress shoes before standing. I shoved down my slacks and boxers, my tool popping out.

"shag mammy 's pussycat,"moaned Tiffany."I want your cock covered in her juice when you fuck me. It 'll be so hot. You 'll stuff mamma 's ointment deep into my cunt."

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

I nodded my principal in complete agreement.

I knelt behind my married woman, nude save for my pitch-black clothes windsock, and shoved my cock into my wife 's pussycat. She was hot and tight, but not as fuddled as our daughter. My married woman squeezed her cunt down as I fucked her, my center locked on our daughter squirming on my wife 's mouth.

"That 's it, pa,"gasped Tiffany. Her handwriting found her breast."shtup mamma. She 's so loathsome. I came so hard the first metre she licked my pussy. I love cumming on her face."

"Me, too,"I groaned.

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

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

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

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

"Yes, dear."

I loved it. I groaned, savoring our new life as an incestuous fellowship. It was hot screwing my daughter while she slept, but now I could enjoy her without any lingering guilt. My daughter loved what I did to her. I made her happy.

I loved her and she loved me.

"Oh, pappa, yes. mom 's knife smell amazing. She knows just where to drub. Oh, yes. She 's the best."

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

Betty moaned. Her slit clenched on my putz. For a moment, I almost came. I stopped fucking her and grit my teeth. I still had my daughter to love. Two horny kitty that needed my attention. I took a bass breathing time then drew back.

And slammed in.

My balls smacked my wife 's clit. She groaned, her kitty ontogenesis hotter and hotter. Her hands gripped Tiffany 's waist. My wife bucked. Her cunt spasmed on my peter. She moaned her coming as she tongued our daughter.

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

Tiffany came. Her aspect turned red as her back heaved and her purulent dry land against her mother 's rim. Tiffany 's straits tossed back and Forth, her brassy-brown hair flying about her face as she screamed so brassy, letting out her pleasure.

I pulled out of my wife 's pussycat as Louis Comfort Tiffany heaved through her coming. Her middle opened, found my cock, and smiled."Mommy, it 's my go to get fucked. Please, please, stop licking."

"Right,"my married woman groaned, her voice dazed."piece of ass her, Phil. Fuck our pregnant daughter."

My putz spasmed. I had bred my little girl.

I fell on her. She wrapped her thighs about my waist and reached down to grab my tool."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 girl 's depths.

It was hot and amazing. I sank all the way to the hilt in her. My heavy balls slapped into her clit. She bucked and shuddered beneath me. Her arms wrapped about my body, pulling me down to her. She stared into my eyes as I drew back my coxa. It was so hot to take care into her easygoing, brown profundity as I made lovemaking to my little girl.

Her hips moved, matching my thrusts while her tight pussy caressed my dick. rattling friction spilled through me. I groaned, loving every endorsement of promised land. My daughter 's pussycat was heaven. My dick ached and my clod throbbed.

"You 're in me, Daddy,"she moaned, grinning."Now I get to say all the words I wanted to. Mmm, yes. piece of ass me, Daddy. dog pound my puss. I know it 's improper, but you 're such a bad pop. 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 huge grin crossed her face.

"Ooh, yes, fuck our baby girl,"purred my married woman from behind us.

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

"Oh, dada, mamma 's being so bad. She 's licking us down there."

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

"Uh-huh,"moaned my wife between licks."Such a hussy. Mmm, it 's so hot to drub where your incestuous flesh meets. This is turning me on so hard. Ooh, proceed fucking our girl."

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

"Yes,"I growled.

I kissed her. Tiffany 's hard nipples rubbed into my dresser as we rocked together. Her twat grew tighter and tighter. She moaned into her kiss, growing closer and closer to cumming while my wife teased us both.

Her tongue shot into my oral fissure. Her body shuddered beneath me. She locked her thighs blotto about my shank as she bucked harder and harder into my push. Our pulp slapped together. The pleasance sliding about my cock increased.

Bliss rushed through me.

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

"Yes, Daddy."

"Because you 're a naughty miss ?"

"The naughtiest. I love cumming on my daddy 's big hammer. Ooh, yes. Keep driving it into me, dada. Keep fucking me. Make me explode."

"Do it,"moaned my wife.

I drove into my daughter 's depths. Her eyes widened. Her back arch. Her mammilla rubbed hard into my dresser. Then she let out a squealing moan. Her cunt spasmed hard about my cock, rippling up and down the stallion length. It was so hot, so delicious. juice squirted out of her, splashing my wife in the face.

"So goodness, Daddy !"she gasped.

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

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

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

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

"I 'm about to cum."

"Yes, yes, on my case !"

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

She did. I ripped my cock out of her pussy as the kickoff squirt shot out. I groaned, the pleasure crashing through my body. My cum splattered across her belly and left tit. I moved quickly, squeezing my dick as the indorsement pulse tried to erupt. I pointed my rooster at her great face.

She had such a huge grin.

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

It was obscene. Andrew D. White lines painted her face. I grunted with each eruption. Ecstasy crashed through my torso. I came so much. I unloaded on her face. It dribbled down her impudence 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 daughter. They snowballed it back and Forth River. I groaned, stroking my softening cock as my wife and daughter loved each other. I grinned.

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

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

The End