Cotton

Literotic asexstories – Cotton by RCscrudato,RCscrudato COTTON

It’s early. My wife, Misty, is safely deep in our bed. Weekends are her days to sleep late.

I walk into the kitchen. Riley is making breakfast for both of us, it’s a Saturday thing. I stand in the door and watch. I’m so very proud of her, she’s a gymnast. Graduated at the top of her class last week, off to college in the fall- a full scholarship. Man, I’m gonna miss her. Her older brother is at the same school.

As Riley moves, I can see the Carter’s cotton undies under her long tee. She’s really too old for kids’ panties, but she likes them. My youngest daughter has become kind of an issue for me. It started at her eighteenth birthday party, right after she graduated. Suddenly I saw the mature young lady, not the little girl. Those were thoughts that I kept to myself.

My daughter has been more affectionate this summer. I need to ask, not that I should, but I figure it’s because she knows she’s leaving the nest. Misty and I will have the place to ourselves and, if we can get her medical stuff sorted, we can go back to fucking.

I step behind my daughter in the dimly lit kitchen. Usually, I put my hands on her shoulders. In a fit of self-indulgence, I put my hands just above her perfect hips; I can feel the waistband of those cotton briefs.

Riley stops, puts the knife down, and leans back into me, letting me know it’s okay. I squeeze her hips. Riley’s head lands on my chest. It’s funny, she’s five-foot even, me, six-two, former college swimmer.

“Gonna miss you Dad-O.” Her nickname for me.

“Not as much as I’ll miss you, Muffin.” Call her that because when she was little, she devoured blueberry muffins.

Riley puts her tiny, strong hands on mine and slides my hands around her, tracking the waistband of her panties. She crosses them in front of her, sighs, and presses back into me.

“You make me feel so safe, so loved.”

She jumps, pushing me away, “Yikes! Dad-O, go sit, I nearly burned your omelet.”

As I sit, I notice that hugging her has gotten my cock going. I pull under the table.

The plate clatters, the coffee mug is filled, and my little girl is done. As she turns and takes the two steps to the kitchen table, I can’t help but notice her teacup breasts, nipples hard, poking out the worn cotton of that tee shirt. She’s oblivious.

As I dine, Riley talks.

“College is going to be so different. I’ve been a gym rat forever; I don’t have any social skills.”

I laugh, “Yeah, kid, nobody loves you. Not that mob of eight girls that descend on this house every month.”

She laughs back, “That’s different, it’s all girls.”

I sense a deeper issue. “You lost me.”

I put my fork down and take a long sip of coffee, looking at my daughter staring off. Something’s coming.

Riley turns to face me, sighs, “I’m a virgin, Dad.”

So, in the next second, I blushed, I’m sure, and then had the fleeting image of my petite daughter under the hulking shape of some college guy, her trim legs wrapped around his as he drove himself into her, taking her virginity like a caveman. Then, that gauzy image of a boy became me. I shook my head to clear that thought.

“Muffin, I really didn’t need to know that.”

I get a nervous laugh back, “Yeah, kinda an overshare, but you’re so cool, I didn’t think you’d mind. Can I ask when you…?”

So, we were there, talking sex, “Well, I was around your age.” Now to get this off me losing my virginity to my best friend’s married mother.

“So, none of the guys in your school ask you out? I can’t believe that. You’re smart, cute, funny, and disobedient, perfect for a teenage boy.”

Riley smiled and got up, taking my plate to the sink, and turning back, “Move back, Dad.”

My penis was currently behaving, and safely behind the loose wall of my cotton boxers. I moved my chair back and Riley sat on my lap, facing me, hasn’t done that in years and I missed it, but now it filled my mind with adult thoughts, which I sublimated.

“Cute, Dad-O, especially the disobedient part, so not true.”

She settled, her bare thighs touching mine, her small breasts pressed against my shirtless chest, those firm nipples poking me. She shifted, and now I could feel her mound sitting against my currently soft cock.

“I spend so much time in the gym, they never have a chance to ask. Oh, but if I wanted a girl, I’d be all set.”

Me faking ignorance, “What do you mean?’

Riley, giving me the village idiot look, “Hell, Dad, half the team is having sex with the other half, and I wouldn’t be surprised that coach is involved.”

“Um, that’s illegal and sounds a bit much.”

My daughter shifted again, moving her hips forward on me, triggering the image of the lap dance I got last week, had the same effect too.

“Okay, not half the team, but I’m sure coach is involved with Janet.”

Janet is a so-so gymnast and a worse student. Nearly nineteen, she’s making a career out of high school.

“You know this how? No, wait. I don’t want to know.”

Riley, who I’m sure can feel my growing penis, gives me a wicked smile, “Oh, I bet you do, Dad-O. I’ve seen you look at both of them.”

Guilty as charged. Janet is tall, lean, and impossibly blond with ice-blue eyes and a nice set of tits. Coach, Barbara is her name, is about my age, mid-five-foot, incredibly fit and has gorgeous tattoos. I assumed she was a lesbian, and, even if she wasn’t, I’d never hit on her, but I sure had a lot of stroking over that body. Riley shifted again, to get me out of my lusty daydream. I was hard now, my daughter said nothing, but she was doing ‘that motion.’ Not sure if it was intentional.

“I was late in the gym one night and saw them making out in her office.”

My daughter had her hands on my shoulders, smiling at me as she made these subtle shifts of her trim hips. I put my hands on her waist, accidentally pushing up her tee and feeling her warm, smooth skin and the thin band of those panties. I was loving this, and my shame was fading. After all, she knows what’s going on, right?

“Yeah, well, that would indicate a possible relationship. That’s it?”

“Well, I left as Janet slid her hand down the front of Coaches, shorts.”

My cock flinched, Riley gave me an all too knowing smirk, “I think you like that image.”

“Okay, kid-O, time to get going. You’ve got practice.”

Riley got up, gave my boner a quick glance. “I cooked, so you clean.” She said as she left.

As the front door closed behind my daughter, I was in the downstairs bathroom, my boxers gone, naked and masturbating, envisioning our little interlude this morning, but with both of us naked and me deep inside Riley. I came so hard, it hurt.

Back in my boxers, working my second cup of coffee in post-orgasmic clarity, I went over what happened this morning. Riley had been more tactile lately, but today was way more. I read plenty of Reddit posts about dads and daughters. Okay probably a lot of fakes, but I know some of them are true. I contacted a couple of guys. I’ll just say they sent proof and leave it at that, so I know it happens and I know, for some, it works. One guy said it’s just showing love on a deeper level. No babies involved or getting married, just two consenting adults enjoying each other sexually. Yeah, me on a very long dry spell does not help. But the plan was, do nothing. Can’t get safer than that, right?

Sunday morning. I wore those same loose cotton boxers, as I always do. I heard Riley in the kitchen as I came downstairs and turned the corner.

Today, for the first time, the long tee shirt was now a crop top, chopped off tee shirt, barely enough to cover her cute breasts. But, still wearing those cotton briefs, little Unicorns on a white background, a bit snug now as she’s really too big for them. Her back to me I took a second to admire how the fabric framed her perfect round, firm butt. Fuck, I was already getting hard.

I stepped up behind her, like I always do, and put my hands on the smooth warm skin of her hips, feeling that thin band of elastic under my fingers and catching a familiar scent that I’d only gotten from her mom.

Riley slid the pan off the burner, sighed, and leaned back into me, placing her hands over mine.

“I didn’t sleep much last night.”

“Sorry, Muffin. What’s up? Nervous about college?”

She clenched her hands, squeezing mine, “Kinda. I, uh, want to ask you something, but I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”

“Well, I’m an adult, and your dad, and a very understanding guy. As long as it isn’t arranging a marriage between you and some drug dealer, I can handle it. You decide.”

Riley gently gripped my finger. Seeming like idle toying, she pointed it down, pressing it against the warm cotton of her briefs. Under my finger, through the thin fabric, I felt curly hair. Misty told me once that all the gymnasts shaved, the costume and all. Now, Riley is letting her pubic hair grow out. I let my finger move slightly, tactfully accepting her offer and visualizing. Riley is a dark blond but she has very thick, dark eyebrows. In my experience, eyebrows equal pubic hair, so my filthy mind pictured a nice dark bush.

Standing in the low light of our kitchen, the heat of the stove warming us. My daughter pressed back against me, her tight butt up against my growing erection, her small hands over mine, pressing my hands on the fabric of those panties, just below the waistband. We were both breathing deeply.

Riley whispered, “I have decided, Dad. I guess I just need to take a chance and ask.”

My daughter put her right hand on the back of mine. She paused and, as she spoke, moved my hand lower.

“I want my father to make me a woman.”

“I’m your father, baby. I’ve already done too much.”

I gently disengaged, picked up my coffee mug, and sat down, both of us ignoring my hard cock behind its lame wall of cotton.

Riley turned back to the stove, finishing my breakfast. She plated the food, turned, and placed it in front of me. I could smell her excitement and her nipples were still rigid. She sat at the table across from me.

“You two told me about Mom’s medical stuff. You left out the part where you haven’t fucked in months.”

“That’s a bit coarse, young lady.”

Riley sighed, “Okay, made love.”

“And how do you know this?”

My daughter bit her lip and fidgeted in her chair, “One night I was up late and when I went to my room, I heard you two. After that, I figured out your pattern.”

My omelet was fantastic, with a side of dangerous sex talk, “Aaaaannnnddddd?”

The words came out fast and guilty, “I’d listen at your door.”

Now I crossed a line, couldn’t resist, “And?”

An exasperated sigh of defeat, “I masturbated, standing in the hallway outside your door, naked, rubbing my clit, coming all over the carpet. Happy now?”

“Well, you wanted an adult conversation, right?”

“Yeessssss.”

“So, my mature daughter, what is the point of all this?”

Riley sat and stared at me for a few seconds.

“Out with it, Muffin. You started this, now see it through.”

“I was out with a few girls from the team. On a dare, we went to that strip club.”

A cold chill ran over me. I knew exactly where she meant. I’d been ‘visiting’ a woman there to work off my sexual frustrations.

Riley didn’t wait for me to respond, “So, yes, I saw you there and I saw you with that young girl on your lap and I saw her riding you with your hands on her tits, and, yes I saw you go in back with her.”

I blushed, stupid right? Like I got caught looking at dirty books.

“I’m sorry, Muffin. I should have been more discrete.”

She shrugged, “Dad-O who would think their eighteen-year-old daughter would be in a club like that. I get it, but, Dad, it’s dangerous.”

“Well, this is not how I thought my Sunday morning would go.”

Riley smiled, “Yeah, bit of a bomb, huh? So, why?”

I leaned back, took a sip of coffee, “First of all, may I assume our conversation will remain with the two of us?”

“Of course, Dad-O.”

“Your mom and I had a very good sex life, as you know. We are both adventurous and have few boundaries, I’m not going to say more. Her medical problems are tough, but not permanent. However, I have felt very…”

“Horny?” Riley said, with a fat grin.

“Not the word I would have chosen, but it will do. Over the years, I’ve had women offer themselves to me, all wives of friends. I won’t do that. The outcome would be awful, but I have needs and, I am only a man, so if I didn’t do something, I knew I’d do something really stupid. So that is where Jenny comes in.

“The hooker?”

I sighed, “Yes, I guess. But it was what I needed, sexual release without problems.”

“Until your daughter, or somebody else, sees a young girl rubbing on your boner in a club.” My daughter giving me a teasing smile, enjoying my discomfort way too much.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Riley got up and leaned over to take my plate, giving me my first view of her petite, adult, breasts, “Yes, father, I am. I am loving having an adult conversation with you.”

As she stepped to the sink, she spoke, “I love you, Dad. I trust you. I don’t want your babies, don’t want to wreck your life with Mom. Actually, this will help both of us.”

I didn’t need an explanation. I got up and moved behind her. She stopped and stood there. She pressed back against me, her tight butt up against my erection. I put my hands on her flat belly, my pinkies touching the waistband. We were both breathing deeply.

“It won’t be forever, Dad. Just this summer. Mom’s getting better, by the time I go to college she’ll be wanting this cock,” She pushed her butt back.

My daughter placed her right hand over mine gently gripping and moving it lower.

All sensation became intense. Her warmth, the scent of her body wash and shampoo, her body, feeling hot now, against mine. My full erection nestled in the cleft of her bottom, and now, my right hand being guided lower over those worn cotton undies. Now I could feel her mound. I spread my fingers, letting my pinky and index finger to the outside and my middle two over the center, cupping my daughter’s warm, sex through the sodden cotton. Riley shook as she moved my hand lower. I put my mouth to her ear.

“You need to think and be sure. What do you want?”

Riley moved my hand lower until my fingers were between her spread legs. Her little-girl panties were soaked and my nose filled with her lust scent.

“I want it all. Everything. I’m ready.”

I pressed my middle finger up, feeling her vagina in full flower, pressing the wet fabric up inside her. She gasped, “Nobody has ever touched me there.”

My left hand slid up her body, under the crop top and gently grasped her modest breast, pinching the hard nub of her nipple as I pushed cotton inside her.

“Dad, I just came.” She rasped, shaking in my arms.

Riley turned, my hands reluctantly disengaging. As she settled against my chest, pressing her mound against the bulge of my erection, I put my hands on her lower back.

“Inside, Dad, hold my butt.”

She looked up into my eyes as my fingers trailed over her soft skin feeling the elastic. I paused and looked at her.

“Please?” She whispered.

I slipped my fingers under the band, going where no dad was supposed to go. Riley sighed and held me tighter as I let my hands slide lower, the elastic moving over the back of my hands reminding me of what I was doing. Her ass was so small that my hands covered her round, firm cheeks. Her skin was so warm and soft. Looking down at the little Unicorns on those cotton panties. The woman and the young lady, all in one.

Leaning over, my mouth next to her ear, “You feel so good Muffin.”

Pressing her mound against my bulge, ‘You’ve thought about me–like that?”

I paused, caught. Her hand slid between us, and touched my bulge, “It’s okay, Dad-O, I’ve masturbated thinking of you.”

I looked into her eyes, angled my head, she put a finger to my lips, “Not yet. Wait until the day.”

I kissed her forehead.

“Touch me, Father.”

I moved my right index finger into her cleft and slowly moved down over the curve of her butt. We were both panting and now, sweating. She opened her legs more as my finger passed over her star into the wet confines of my daughter’s vagina. She quivered.

“Fuck, dad, I came. It was a good one.”

“We can do better. Turn around.”

I pulled my wet fingers out and turned her around.

“Should I get naked?”

“No, baby, too dangerous. Lean back.”

My daughter pressed her body back into mine as I put my right hand on her belly, my fingers touching her waistband. I moved my hand lower, over the fabric, loving the feel of her through the cotton. She put her hands on my forearms and squeezed. “I love you, Dad-O”

I was cupping her wet sex over the fabric now. My body shook with the intensity. I clenched my hand. Her fingers dug into my arm, “So fuckin’ good.” She whispered. Now I felt it. A hard nub. My daughter has a very big clitoris. My cock flinched at the image.

My pinky found the leg opening and slipped under, she gasped as my finger touched her sparse pubic hair and then wetness. Now, I moved the gusset aside and exposed her pussy. Cupping her breast with my left hand touching the nipple, I slid my second finger inside her. I felt the flow.

“You made me cum again.”

“It’ll get better, way better,” I said as I moved my finger in, tracing the front of her vagina, feeling the pubic bone, and now, that spot just behind it.

“Ready?” I whispered.

Riley was shaking in my arms, “Do it. Whatever it is, just do it.”

In one motion, I pressed my thumb against her long clitoris, pinched her nipple and pressed and rubbed her G-spot.

Her eyes went wide, panicked. She looked around, grabbed the dish towel, and shoved it in her mouth.

A muffled howl and a flood of her cum followed. I kept rubbing and pinching and my daughter kept cumming. It ran all over my hand and down her leg. Her small body shook and quivered. She howled into that towel until her hand moved down and pushed mine away.

I disengaged and Riley sank to the floor, sitting in the puddle she had created, looking up at me.

“No wonder mom howls so much. What is that?”

I reached down and helped her up. She hugged me as I explained, “That’s your G-spot. Most women can’t reach their own.”

“I’ve never cum like that.”

“Yeah, it’s the big one.”

“No shit,” she said, “So, we gonna do this?”

I hugged her, “No. We’ve gone too far already. We both need to cool down and think about this.”

Riley looked down at my bulge and then up at me, “Okay, on one condition.”

“Which is?”

Riley pressed her mound against my bulge, “I get to be Jenny. Go sit down.”

I sat, knowing I shouldn’t, but too fucking horny to care.

I sat. My daughter stood in front of me, checking out the bulge in my underwear. She said nothing, reached out, and closed my legs.

Looking into my eyes, Riley straddled my legs and sat, sliding closer until I felt her mound resting on my covered cock.

“Be more fun naked.” She said, smiling.

“This is very wrong, young lady.”

Now she was shifting her hips forward and back. With just two thin layers of cotton, I could feel every contour of her pubis.

“Just two consenting adults, Dad-O.”

Now I could feel that hard button of her clitoris rubbing on the underside of my very needy erection.

Riley leaned on me her lips at my ear, “This feels so good. I’m gonna cum all over you, Dad.”

I knew I would be right there. I was fighting the urge now.

Riley picked up the pace, rubbing recklessly on me. Then I noticed. Her movements had worked my cock out of the fly of my boxers. I groaned at the feeling of my naked erection rubbing on those cotton panties, feeling that hard nub of teenage clit.

Riley made a big ‘O’ face, pressed her mound down onto me, and ground. I was there.

“I’m cumming, Muffin.” I panted as the surge rushed through me like an electric shock.

Riley, her arms clamped around my neck, furiously rubbed her clit on me then quivered. I felt the warm flood from her as my cock erupted, shooting onto those panties. We ground our bodies together as we climaxed, our cum mixing on the cotton.

I was done. I lifted my daughter off me and helped her stand. She was still shaking.

“I can’t imagine anything better than that. Is fucking more intense?”

I put my cock back into my wet boxers, “Only if you do it right.”

Riley smiled. Looking at her, I could see my cum all over the front of her panties, her soaked panties. She slipped her hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy through the fabric, pressing the gusset of those panties up into her wet vagina, leering at me as she did so, “I’m gonna wear these all day, Dad. So?”

Those poor Unicorns, drowning in our climax. I smiled at my own joke. Riley nudged me, “Is that a yes?”

I pulled her to me. We hugged, I whispered, “We must take time to let the heat die down and think about this. I let this go way too far. I feel I took advantage of you. I’m not thinking clearly these days.”

“I get it, Dad. I love you.”

“Wednesday, your Mom is going to visit her mother. Between now and then you, we need to be real adult and think about this, and not while we are masturbating.”

Riley laughed, “Gotcha, Dad. That means you too.”

I stepped back, “Good girl.”

Riley put her hands on the bottom of that shirt and flipped it up, giving me my best view yet of her modest, but perfect breasts.

“Not fair,” I said.

She left the shirt up and tweaked her nipples, “Didn’t say I couldn’t.”

My cock was getting hard again. I had to leave that kitchen, or I was gonna throw my daughter up on that island and fuck her, damn the consequences. “Love ya, Muffin.”

I had a few tough days at work; in early, home late. My productivity was not helped by my need to be in a stall in the bathroom, masturbating, reliving that morning with my daughter. I reached out to some of the incest dads I met on Reddit and got mostly positive advice. One guy had the whole thing blow up on him, but his story was very different than mine. Gobsmacker35, was the most help. He was around my age, his daughter, around Riley’s when they started. She had come onto him and he fought it, eventually having the same adult conversation Riley and I had. Anyway, they are still having sex, ten years later, with her married and kids and all. It’s not very often, he said, but it’s still amazing.

I knew what I wanted to do, but I had to be sure my daughter was mature enough to handle an emotionally complex relationship like this.

Misty was up early Wednesday. She got out of bed; she sleeps naked, and I got a look at her former gymnast’s body. Almost forty and still giving me a boner just looking at her. Before, Misty shaved her pussy. When she got sick, she stopped. I looked at her furry pussy, dark blond, wispy, not quite enough to hide her vagina. She noticed and pulled the covers back, I was hard, but not just from seeing the body that I miss.

Misty smiled, “You like it this way?”

“When you’re ready, I’ll take you any way I can, but since you asked, I kinda like it shaved, but I like it this way too.”

She leaned over and put her small hand around my hard cock, “I can tell. Miss this guy. Haven’t seen him up for a long time. I haven’t been a good wife; I should at least suck this for you. Of course, now I don’t have time. I’m getting better, Jack, and when I am, you’re taking some vacation time.”

Misty released my cock, went to her drawer, and got out her panties. She came over by the bed to slide them on, “I’m getting my urges back, Jack. Not all there yet, but soon. You’ve been good.”

I reached out and caressed her pussy over the cotton fabric of her Vic’s briefs. I felt the pubic hair underneath. I couldn’t help it, I thought of Riley. Misty purred, “Miss that. Love ya guy.” She finished dressing and was out the door, saying over her shoulder, “Have a fun day.”

I lay in bed until I heard Riley downstairs. I didn’t know if she was going to get into my bed or what. I knew what I wanted to do, and I was almost positive that my daughter did, but I had insisted we think about it. I threw the covers off. Showtime.

Riley was making me breakfast. The toaster oven glowed over two slices of bread, the vent fan over the stove hummed as my daughter tended to the pan, naked.

I stood in the doorway and just admired my daughter. Damn, she had a nice shape. As she moved, her butt clenched, making dimples. She’d open her legs a little and I could see some of that pubic hair, nice and dark, as I thought, also just the hint of her pussy lips.

She had something in the oven and bent over to check it. I stifled a gasp. Beautiful, her pussy, framed in that dense brown hair, very wet and very open, and just over it, her star, tight and clean. My cock stuck out the fly of my boxers. It’s going to be a long and very satisfying day.

“Stop staring at your daughter’s pussy and sit down, your breakfast is ready.”

I stepped into the room, Riley, emptying the tray onto our plates, had more to say, “Today, the kitchen is a clothing-free zone.”

I smiled, slipped off my shorts over my erection, and sat down.

Riley came over with two plates, an omelet, tater tots, sausage, I stared at her pert breasts as she put the plates down, “It seems like you have decided.”

My daughter stood for a few seconds, letting me stare at her, “Yes, I have, and I have a plan for today.”

I picked up my coffee mug and took a sip, waiting. Riley sat down and picked up her fork, “First, we shower together, yours is so big. Then we go to my bed. I want the first time there so that every night, I’ll be reminded of the greatest day of my life.”

We enjoyed an interesting breakfast, talking about her grandmother and mother, how well we slept, all talking around what was to come.

Riley got up, cleared the plates and cups, and extended her hand, “Dad, are you ready?”

I got up, Riley looked down and smiled, “Mmmm, looks like you are. That’s pretty big there, Dad-O.”

I put my hand on my daughter’s perfect ass, guiding her out of the kitchen, “Not that big, kiddo, bigger than average, but not much more. I’ll be careful.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry, Dad. I’ve got a nice big dildo. I’m ready.”

The rainfall showerhead covered us in a gentle, warm drizzle. The steam system covered our forbidden bathing in an ethereal cloud. We had just entered. I hugged my naked daughter. She looked up, angled her head, “Now, Dad.”

Our lips met, the water running over our faces, my erection pressed against her firm belly. Her tongue slipped out, meeting mine, we moaned, pulled each other tighter, no words.

My hands slid down her wet body, cupping her small, round ass, my finger touching her star, she moaned again, broke our kiss, “There too?”

“Only if you want to,” I replied, letting a soapy finger just open her.

“I can’t help it. I can’t say no to you.”

My finger now one knuckle in, “Because I’m your father?”

Riley found my nipple and sucked hard, I almost came, “No, because you are my lover and my father.”

I stepped back from her, took the bottle of body wash, and slowly bathed my girl. Running my hands softly over her face, down her arms, back up, down her chest, caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples.

“Killin’ me, Dad-O”

Kneeling, my hands running up her firm legs, “Jus getting’ started.”

She leaned her head back, letting the water cascade over her face as she spread her legs, presenting me with her sex.

I ran the blade of my hand along her slit, she quivered, held my head, “Lick me,” she whispered, “Please.”

I moved my face closer, feeling her soft fur against my face. My tongue extended, just touching her fat clit. Riley pushed on the back of my head, her voice a raspy growl, “Eat my fucking pussy, Dad. Make me cum.”

I did. I pursed my lips around that fat clitoris and sucked hard. Riley howled and wet my face as she climaxed. Still grinding her pussy into my face, her hands full of my hair, growling, me sucking on that clit, sliding a finger deep inside her, finding that G-spot, Riley shaking, cumming more, leaning back against the tile. My hands under her trim ass now, holding her up as I lick her pussy, reveling in the absolute wrongness. I have my face where my daughter pees. I almost laughed, Riley came again, pushed my face away, I stood, she hugged me, her face against my chest.

“It’s time, Dad. Take me to my bed.”

We stood in my bathroom and dried each other. Me running a towel over my tiny daughter, first her hair, that took a while, then her body until, on my knees, I carefully dried each foot. Riley sighed, “I had no idea how erotic little things can be. My turn.”

It was comical watching tiny Riley reaching up to dry my hair and face. She briskly worked the towel over the rest of my body and knelt to finish, her face brushing my rampant penis.

“May I?” She asked.

“You don’t have to ask.”

“I’m not going to be any good.”

“Knowing it’s you will make it amazing.”

Riley, holding my cock, smiled up at me, “No wonder Mom loves you so much.”

She didn’t mean to torture me; she was just being curious. She touched every inch, and my balls too. She extended her tongue and touched my shaft. I flinched, she looked up, “Okay?”

“Amazing, Muffin.”

Riley smiled and caressed the head of my cock with her tongue. Then she pursed her lips and kissed it, leaving her lips on the head and opening her mouth, taking me in. I gasped. My daughter ignored me and kept going until she had almost all of me in her mouth. She slid her mouth down my cock three times. I watched and felt the warm wetness of her young mouth, her tongue exploring. I touched her head, “Muffin, you’re really doing well. Dad’s gonna cum if you keep that up.”

She stopped and looked up, the head of my penis at her lips as she spoke, “I wanted to do this later, after. But now, Dad, I want it, I want my father to cum in my mouth. You’ll last longer fucking me then, right?”

I laughed lightly, “Well, that’s the legend, but with my beautiful little girl, all bets are off.”

“Well, we have all day and…” She reached out, opened a drawer and took out the package, Viagra.

“You think of everything, my girl.”

“Enlightened self-interest,” she replied as she took me back into her mouth.

Not more than a minute later, I was there, “Dad’s gonna cum, kiddo.”

Riley moaned and her tongue worked harder. I put my hands on her head.

“Cumming.” In a raspy whisper as I felt the need to release build and I groaned as my cock twitched and erupted into her mouth.

She didn’t gag, didn’t flinch. She doubled down sucking me, taking every drop until the sensation was too much and I touched her head. She leaned back on her calves, looked up smiling as she swallowed, “Awesome. I made you cum with my mouth.”

I helped her up, ‘You good with…?”

She leaned up and we kissed. I don’t have a problem kissing a woman who just blew me, I like it. We swapped tongues and I tasted myself. Riley pulled back.

“I did my research, never tasted cum, but I knew what to expect. Not too bad.”

“I drink a lot of pineapple juice, that makes it taste better.”

My daughter took my hand, led me to her room, “Well, now I made my dad cum and he’s gonna need a few to recover. What will we do?”

She squealed as I scooped her up and tossed her onto her bed. She’s stripped all but the bottom sheet off. She lay there, legs wide, nipples hard, staring at me.

“Well, Dad’s gonna take a few to get hard again, so I guess I’ll have to put my mouth on your pussy and lick you till then.”

Riley grabbed one of her pillows and tossed it on the floor, the other she slipped under that lovely round ass, “I read a lot, this will help. Eat my fucking pussy, Dad. Make me cum.”

I pressed her muscular legs back until they hit her small breasts. She held them behind the knees as I ran my tongue over her perfect ass, teasing closer to her hole.

“Killin’ me, Dad-O”

I ignored her as my tongue slipped along the edge of her tight little hole, moving up and then along the side of her opening, loving the scent of her lust. Riley shook, “So fuckin hot.”

I trailed my tongue up, following the edge of her pubic hair, over the top, dipping into her navel and making her quiver again.

“I came, dad.”

Now, my tongue back near her hole, I paused, put the tip of my tongue on the spot between her asshole and her vagina, pushed hard against her soft, warm skin, and moved up, letting my tongue fall into her soaked entrance. My daughter rewarded me with a flowing orgasm, her love cascading out of her and onto my tongue, her body shaking. She mumbled incoherently as she climaxed. I gently licked her clitoris, she flinched and touched my head, too much, I got it and backed away.

Riley, sweaty now, panting, staring at me standing next to her bed, “You have ruined me for other men.”

“Nah, just showed you what you need to teach them.”

“Dad, your cock is hard.”

I looked down and then at my daughter, “That’s because I want to do something that is very taboo.”

Riley moved back and swiveled until she was fully on the bed. She took the pillow and slipped it back under her.

“Do you want to make love to your daughter? Take that nice, fat cock and slide it into her pussy, make her cum over and over?”

I got on the bed, used my legs to spread hers, she lay back as I moved in, “Yes, I do. I have for a long time, but it’s very wrong.”

Riley rubbing her pussy, the wet slosh of her excitement making me even more horny, “But then, why does it feel so good? Why do I want my dad so much?’

Her small hand touching, holding my cock, aligning it at her entrance, me, extending my arms past her shoulders, holding me up, preparing, “Because this is the greatest expression of love between two people.”

Riley let go of my cock and put her legs around my thighs, “Then, Dad, look me in the eyes and love me, love your daughter.”

I pressed, felt the head of my cock spread her, Riley, eyes wide, making that ‘O’ face as my penis filled her slowly.

“Ohhhhhh, fuuuuccckkkk.” She moaned as I slid deeper until I felt her cervix. I stopped, “Okay?”

She ran her hands up and down my arms, “I have never felt so good.”

“No pain?”

She smiled, “No, Dad, told ya, I got a big dildo. You can fuck me now. Any way you want, I’m yours, Dad-O.”

I did. I shifted, slipped my arms under her, cupped her head, and railed her. So, wrong, so forbidden and so fucking good.

Riley flopped around under me, cumming and cumming, me fighting the need to fill her with my seed, not thinking about the consequences.

Panting into her ear, “Dad’s gotta cum, baby.”

Riley squeezing my arms, “In me, Dad. I’m safe, I want it all.”

The electric pulse came up from my toes, passed through my balls and then I was cumming, my cock pulsing and growing, spewing deep inside her. Her quaking under me, soaking me and the bed with her orgasm.

I stopped stroking but stayed inside her as I softened, Riley wide-eyed, smiling.

“Better than I ever imagined.”

I moved back, letting my penis slide out, pushed by a wave of our mixed love.

“I made a mess of your bed.”

Riley got up, her pussy still dripping, “We, Dad-O, we made a mess of my bed. Guess we’ll have to fuck everywhere else for the rest of the day.”

I smiled, “Everywhere else?”

“Oh, hell yeah. By the time Mom gets back we’ll have christened every room. Anywhere you go in this house, you will think of having sex with your daughter.”

“I like it.”

The day was a blur of sex. I’m in my forties, no teenager, but I amazed myself. I came no less than five times that day. My daughter showed an innate skill at sexual teasing. I sat in my recliner in the living room as my daughter took me into her mouth. On my knees, her on the couch where she usually sits, my face against her pussy. Riley on the dining room table, at the edge, me standing, fucking her where we have dinner every night.

The last fuck of the day. Riley gently held my penis, “Dad, go to your room.”

Me, on my marriage bed, waiting. Riley comes in wearing those Carters cotton panties, yellow with blue canaries on them. My cock twitches.

“We only have time for one more fuck, daddy. Then we have to clean up.”

My petite daughter straddled me.

“You wanna take those off?” I asked.

Riley reached down and pulled the gusset aside, showing me her wet pussy, leaking my cum, “No. I have a reason.”

My daughter gripped my cock, positioned it at her entrance, and slid down. Fucking this girl never gets old. She’s so hot and tight. Then she really started fucking with me.

“Daddy, you shouldn’t have let me do this.”

Watching her ride me, a gleam in her eye, “But Muffin, you shouldn’t have come into Dad’s room and pulled off the sheet.”

Now she’s cinder-shifting, moving her hips front to back, killin me.

“I heard you touching yourself, masturbating.”

Pinching her nipples, she cums, pausing, gasping, then continues. I’m fighting the need.

“But, Muffin, that’s a very private thing.”

She leans over, feeds me a nipple, “Not when you say your daughter’s name, Dad.”

Riley is going for it now, she wants me to cum, “I can’t help it, Muffin, you’re so beautiful.”

Her fingers on her clit now, head back, “Cum in me, Daddy, please.”

I did. We timed it perfectly. As my daughter writhed in her climax, I pulled her tiny hips down and came deep inside her, huffing with the effort and wondering how soon I’d be able to do this again.

We lay and panted for a few seconds. Riley got off me, the gusset of those cotton panties soaked with us. She slipped them off, “Gonna have to hide these and wash them by hand.”

When Misty walked in the door, the house no longer reeked of sex, the beds had been changed and her daughter and husband were making dinner, appropriately dressed.

Misty showered and tossed her clothes in the washer.

After dinner and TV, in bed with my wife, Misty reaches out and gently holds my cock, “Jack, I’m feeling better, maybe getting my urges back, may I try?”

You’d think I was spent, but this is my wife. I love my daughter but in that forbidden way. Misty and I have a bond, yeah, I was cheating, and I’ll tell her about Jenny, later. But right now I felt my wife’s mouth close around my cock and I was hard.

Misty tried, she really did, but in just a minute or so, she gagged, “I’m so sorry, babe. I want to, but I don’t. I’m getting better. You can finish yourself, I don’t mind.”

Misty rolled over, got up, “I’m gonna take a sleeper, been a long day.”

A ‘sleeper’ was a sleeping pill. Her medical shit fucked with her sleep. One thing, she takes one of those and the house could collapse, and she would sleep through it.

An hour later, still not able to sleep, fighting and losing the battle with a very dangerous idea. Misty, breathing deep and regular.

I get up, naked, and walk out our bedroom door, three steps down the hall. Riley’s door is closed, I open it slowly.

Riley on her bed, sheet tossed off, naked. Ever since she was little, she couldn’t sleep in a dark room. The nightlight next to her dresser gives her small, trim body a noir glow. The hair around her vagina seems to glow, calling me. I sit on the edge of the bed, put my hand lightly on her calf.

She shifts, purrs, but does not wake. Barely touching her, I move my hand up her leg. She shifts, opening herself.

Now I just feel the whisps of hair, I move my fingers in, touching her slit, closed and tight, dry. I put my fingers in my mouth, drenching them in saliva, try again, easier, my fingers glide over my daughter’s most intimate region. Her body reacts now, I feel a touch of wetness and then her labia open and my finger slides in.

Riley’s eyes bolt open, her mouth poised to scream, her hand clamped around my wrist.

She sees me, relaxes, lays back, “This is a very bad idea, Dad-O.”

I’m sliding two fingers in and out of her drenched tunnel as I massage her fat clit with my other hand, “Mom took a sleeper.”

My daughter is massaging her small breasts, pinching and pulling the nipples. The room seems warmer now, the air suffused with her lust scent. She moans quietly, “What do you want, Dad?”

“I need you, baby.”

“Tell me, Dad. Tell me what you want to do.”

I move between her legs, she pulls them back, “Tell me.”

Hovering over her, my erect penis touching her lips, “I want to fuck you. Fuck my daughter until she orgasms all over my cock and then fill her with her father’s cum.”

Riley groans quietly, eyes full of need, looking up at me, whispering, “Fuck me, father. Fuck your daughter.”

We didn’t last long, just a few minutes, both of us fighting to be quiet. I came, my hand in my mouth, as, under me, Riley climaxed with a pillow in her mouth.

I got off her and she shoved me, rolling me over onto my back, taking my flaccid cock into her mouth after whispering, “Gotta clean you up. No evidence.”

I knew I’d have to wash, but who turns his daughter down, right?

I smiled, “Just remember, when Mom’s okay, we need to stop.”

Riley, licking my cock, “Deal, dad.”

I slipped out of her room, used her bathroom to wash myself, and slipped back into my bed. Misty stirred, but never woke up.

The sun on the horizon, a dull glow in the window. I get up, slip on my boxers, and leave Misty deep asleep.

Riley in the kitchen in a long tee, one of mine, it swims on her, but I can see the curve of her ass as she moves.

“Mornin’ Dad-O” she says quietly.

I stand behind my daughter, my hands on her waist, over that tee shirt, “Mornin, Muffin. You sleep well?”

She wiggles back, pressing that perfect ass into my growing cock, “Yeah, but I had this weird dream.”

I slide my hands down, catching the hem of that shirt, touching her legs, I slide it up until I feel something different. I shove her shirt up to find her wearing a Calvin Klein thong, black with that wide waistband with his name on it. Riley giggled.

“After yesterday I am a woman, and women wear adult panties.”

Running my fingers over the taut fabric, around the waist to the front and lower, as my daughter spreads her legs.

“What did you do with your old ones?”

“Put them in the trash in my room.”

She sighs as my hand cups the cotton against her pussy.

“Hmmmm, something else changed.”

Riley grinds against my hand, “I trimmed. Thinking about shaving.”

My finger pressing the fabric into her wet vagina, “Don’t do it for me, I loved you furry.”

Riley, hands on the counter, letting her father fondle her pussy through her new cotton panties, “So, dad, you like?”

Me pressing fabric up into her, “I love them.”

She put her fingers in the waistband, pushing them down, “Good, cause I got a lot of them, G-strings too.”

Now I can feel her close-trimmed hair, she sighs, “We can’t do more than this, Dad. Too dangerous. Make sure Mom takes a sleeper tonight.”

I stepped back, Riley turned, flipping off my shirt and shoving that thong down.

“All you get for now; a dirty peek at your naked daughter.”

I reach out and pinch her long nipple, she squeals, stifles it, “Hey! That’s your daughter you’re molesting.”

I massage her modest breast, “My daughter, and my lover for now.”

Riley gets dressed, “Anything for my dad.”

We behaved ourselves over breakfast and were rewarded when Misty got up earlier than I would have expected. Riley and I shared a ‘wow, that could have been a problem’ look and smiled. Tonight.

We spent the day at a friend’s pool with their family. We let Riley drink, and she behaved herself. Misty got frisky in the pool, briefly, apologized, I kissed her, told her it’s nice to have you back. Soon, lover, she cooed.

We went out for dinner. Riley put her hand on my thigh, and I gently removed it. The girl can get me hard with a look and I didn’t need that right then. I squeezed her hand to assure her that her dad still wanted to put his cock inside her.

At bedtime, Misty took a pill out of the bottle by the bed and went into the bathroom for a glass of water. I smiled, yes.

We have a Cal king bed, it’s huge. I seldom feel Misty in it with me and we run a fan. I lay there in the silence for an hour, dying. I got up, stood by the bed. Misty will ask if I’m okay when I do that. Nothing, she was asleep.

Riley on the edge of her bed on all fours, her fat wet pussy on display. No words. I pushed my boxers down and slid in, oh how I love fucking my daughter. She came as soon as I slid in and twice more before I went deep and released. So fuckin good.

I knelt and quickly licked her, tasting both of us, and loving it. She came again and whispered, “get the fuck out, dad.”

The next day, I had work, Misty had work, gone all day, traded sex pics with Riley, her apologizing for winding me up. Me masturbating and not caring. Tonight.

There was a movie I had wanted to watch for a while. Riley and Misty were not at all interested, and I knew I had to act normally, so I just said another time. Misty insisted and I watched my movie while they went to their rooms.

The movie was long, it was late. When it was over, I sat in the dark, pulled out my phone, and opened the video Riley sent me of her masturbating on our bed. It was eleven-thirty, well past Misty’s bedtime. She takes a pill.

Slipping into Riley’s bedroom. We’re gonna have to find a different way to do this, I’m tired of quickies.

Riley rolls over as I slip in. Wearing that new cotton thong, she props up her cute little ass and reaches behind, pulling the gusset aside as I get on the bed, my boxers on the floor.

Her nightlight gives me plenty of light to see her wet, open pussy. I rub the head of my cock up and down a few times.

“In me, dad, please.” She whispers, I love feeling you enter.”

Her tiny hips in my hands, I gently fuck my daughter, trying to keep the bed from squeaking. Riley moans quietly and I feel her orgasmic flow around my cock.

The light shocks us both. We turn to see Misty in the armchair. It sits beyond Riley’s dresser and is in total darkness.

“You should make sure your wife actually takes her sleeping pill.” She says.

I’m still inside my daughter, but my cock has gone limp. Riley shifts out from under me, and my flaccid dick falls out. Her thong moves to cover her. We both sit on the bed staring.

Misty is in Riley’s armchair, her legs up on the armrests, topless, one hand on the light, the other sliding a dildo in and out of her pussy. She’s wearing Riley’s old Carters, the unicorn ones, ironically, the gusset shoved aside by the big toy. I look at Riley, she just shrugs. Not our show now.

My wife is now pinching her nipple, she’s an older version of Riley. I can’t help it, my cock hardens.

“The house was too clean and you two were too close.” She says, now massaging her clit, “The first night, I didn’t take a pill, stayed in bed. I didn’t want to do anything until I had time to think it out. I haven’t been a good wife and I know it, but…”

Riley starts, “Mom, I…” I squeeze her hand, she stops. It is time to listen, not talk.

Misty has the toy again, she picks up her cute ass and slides off those little girl undies, “Found these in your trash. I like em, I think your dad does too.”

I nod my head, why not, it’s all out there now.

Now we can see the jewel of the butt plug as my wife goes back to fucking herself, “Jack, you are great. You were all over me, all day. There was no doubt in my mind that I hadn’t lost you, but something was up. That first night, when you came back to bed, you smelled clean. I spent all day working it over in my mind. I had to know, to be sure.

“So, last night, no pill. I felt you leave, and, in a few minutes, I followed. I was naked, and much to my shame, my pussy was wet. I had no idea this could affect me like it does.

“You didn’t close the door. I stood in the hall, my fingers rubbing my clit, and listened to you have sex with our very willing daughter. I had reconciled my thoughts. Better under our roof than any one of my horny girlfriends that make passes at you. Our secret, you know? I wasn’t prepared for how much it turned me on. I had to see. I nudged the door open, you two were too busy fucking to notice.

“I stifled a gasp. My daughter, whom I hadn’t seen naked in years; so beautiful, bent over as her father, with that magnificent cock of his, was fucking her, sliding in and out. I had never seen anything as exciting as incest. I watched you cum, Riley, and I came too. I slipped out, went back to bed. I got no sleep. Now I knew. I also admitted to myself that I wanted more.

“So. Pretty obvious where I stand on incest, but you two have been sneaking around behind my back. Would you agree?”

I nodded, nudged Riley, “Yes, Mom.”

Misty had her legs back up on the arms of the chair, “Thank you. I’ve never had sex with a woman, had a few offers, but never took any. Riley, your punishment is going to be licking my pussy.”

Riley’s mouth fell open. She turned and looked at me with pleading eyes. I squeezed her thigh, “Your mom’s right, Muffin, we were wrong,” I slipped my hand up her thigh and touched the wet cotton covering her pussy, “Try it. Your Mom tastes very good, better than my cum, and she just might want to return the favor.”

Riley got up and went over to her mother, “I’ve never done this, Mom. I don’t think I’ll be any good.”

Misty smiled, “Just do to my pussy what your father does to yours and I’ll cum all over your face.”

Riley knelt as Misty talked to me, “Your punishment is to watch. DO NOT touch yourself or attempt to join us, understood?”

I nodded and watched. Sounds easy, right? You have no idea. Looking at the two women I enjoy wild sex with sexing each other and not being able to stroke, torture.

Misty was looking between her daughter’s face moving closer to her pussy and me, “I stopped shaving, Jack. You like our daughter’s furry muff, so I’ll join in,” She gasped, “Oh fuck, baby. That’s the spot!”

My cock was rigid, I fought to not touch it while I watched my daughter, the black cotton thong deep in the crevice of her cute, round ass, her mouth on her mother’s pussy. Misty writhed in that chair, her hands full of Riley’s hair, the room reeked of sex and felt ten degrees warmer. I literally sat on my hands.

Misty pulled Riley’s mouth off her vagina, “Oh fuck, off the charts. I’ve cum twice already.”

Looking at me, “Get off the bed. You sit here, we need more room.”

Misty lay back on Riley’s bed, gripped the jewel, pulled out the smooth steel butt plug, “I need you to lick Mom’s ass too, baby.”

Riley with a predatory look in her eyes, “Why not, I lick Dad’s and he licks mine.”

Misty lay back and grabbed her legs behind the knees, “What a fucking family.”

Sitting on my hands in that chair watching my daughter enthusiastically running her tongue over her mother’s pussy and asshole. I came. I’d never done that, totally blew my load with no hands. Fuck, it felt good. Misty noticed, “You’re that turned on?”

“Fuck yes. I’m watching two women I love to fuck, fucking each other and they are my family. Off the charts.”

Misty came, holding her daughter’s head, “Gonna get better,” she gasped, “Get up, Muffin, Mom’s turn.”

Riley popped up, slid off her thong, tossing it at me. “Lick it, Dad-O.”

She lay down, pulling her legs up, “That was fun, Mom. You gonna lick my holes now?”

Misty smacked her little ass, “Don’t be a smartass, young lady, and get ready to cum. First pussy I ever licked and it’s my daughter.”

I pressed the soaked fabric of that Calvin Klein thong to my mouth as Misty dove between her legs. The slurping was loud. Riley came, howling, holding her mother’s head, and shoving herself up. Misty slid her hands up and captured Riley’s nipples, that set her off again. My daughter was a sweating, moaning mess. She looked at me, hard again, “Oh Dad-O, this is so fucking good. I love pussy too, and I love Mom.”

Misty licked her daughter’s pussy until Riley pressed her head away, “Mom, too much. I need a break.”

Mother and daughter lay sideways on Riley’s bed, smiling. Misty pointed, “Punishment over, you obeyed. Now…”

She opened her legs wide. Riley followed her. Both my women spread in front of me, two wet red pussies, running with their cum the scent of them filling the air. Misty took her daughter’s hand, “So, here we are, the two women in your life, four willing holes. Where do you want to start?”

I got up and took the one step to the bed, leaned over, and kissed my daughter, “Mom always cums first Muffin.”

She smiled and held my rigid penis, “Wouldn’t have it any other way, Dad-O.”

Misty sighed, “Love you, my man.”

We rearranged so that Misty and I were on the bed and Riley sat on the far edge.

Over my wife. My cock nestled at her entrance. Looking into her eyes, “Are you ready?”

Misty smiling, wiggling her pussy, “Is that what you asked her the first time?”

I nudged, slipping the head in, Misty gasped as I whispered, “Yes, I had to be sure.”

Another inch inside my wife, she came, whispered, “What did she say?”

Ramming my full length in, crashing our hips together, “Fuck me, Dad.”

My wife and I fucked like we hadn’t fucked for months, we hadn’t. It was great. Riley worked over her mother’s nipples and Misty just lay there and took it, cumming over and over.

I came, going deep and hard and releasing. It felt amazing. I got off my wife and saw Riley masturbating. “Clean up your mom, muffin.”

Riley smiled and dove between her mother’s legs, licking everywhere. I was amazed, I was getting hard again. I touched them, “Our bed. Misty, would you like to watch Riley and I?”

Misty got up, picked her phone off the shelf, and headed for the door, “Is that even a question?”

Riley was riding me on our bed, soaking the sheets with her cum, talking to her mother who was fucking herself with a dildo. You can’t make this shit up.

“Dad took my virginity; he was so gentle and so loving.”

The fake cock slurped in and out of my wife’s hole, “He took mine too, baby. He was such a gentleman.”

I held off for as long as I could, but all too soon, my daughter coaxed a climax out of me. As she rode the ebb of her orgasm, her mother shoved her off, spread her legs, and dove in, saying, “Never had pussy, now I can’t get enough.”

Epilogue

So, the three of us became free-use, but not clothing-free. I loved massaging Misty and Riley through that soft cotton.

Two days later, I got up to find Carter’s cotton panties and a note, “These are for ‘big’ girls. Put them on.”

Fucked up, right? Of course, I put them on and fucked both my women with my cock sticking out of the leg hole while they pulled the gusset of their thongs aside. So fuckin good.

Next day, at breakfast, Riley got a text, then Misty. My daughter’s eyes went wide, and she just stared at her phone. Misty glanced at hers and smiled.

Misty gently took Riley’s phone and placed it on the counter next to hers. A video message from our son, Randy. Him sitting, masturbating while watching his family fuck on his computer. His message, “Can’t wait to cum home, Mom.”