The Women in Our Family Ch. 01

Literotic asexstories – The Women in Our Family Ch. 01 by CasinoRoyale430,CasinoRoyale430 ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18!!!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, ANY SIMILARITIES TO PERSONS OR PLACES IS COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL!!!

This story contains incest. If this isn’t your cup of tea please move on.

I write primarily for myself. I’m not very good but I hope you enjoy.

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Lots of Love,

Casino

CHAPTER 01:

XXXXXXXXX-Mandy:

My name is Mandy and let’s just say I’ve got a crazy story to tell. Well my whole family will be telling you portions but it started with me.

Let me describe myself. I’m 5’2″ tall, 130 lbs. My measurements are 32B-24-36 with brown shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes.

I’ve never had any type of physical attraction to my father, Jacob. We’ve always had a normal relationship. Nothing weird, inappropriate or pervy from either of us. He coached my traveling soccer team and was never weird with any of the other girls. That didn’t stop my friends from commenting on how hot and built he was. Our final traveling season, the summer after our senior year, many of them tried to flirt with him. They shamelessly tried to tease him, practicing in sports bras and yoga shorts. Some of them went so far as to ‘accidentally’ touch him or to run into him. I was grossed out of course because he was my dad. But, he was so funny with them; he would never flirt back, he pretended to not understand the attention and deflected it by making us run endless drills. He truly acted clueless but I knew he was no dummy.

Don’t get me wrong, yes, I could tell he was an attractive man. He and Mom were absolutely in love. Which grossed me out when I heard them trying to quietly bang late at night. ‘BARF!’ I thought to myself.

So, while I wasn’t surprised to find my dad asleep on the couch with the remainder of The Godfather playing quietly on the TV. I was surprised by something else standing at attention confronting my gaze.

I need to explain some things about my dad. He grew up very old fashioned. He was a farm boy and the youngest of 8. He was a miracle (accident) baby that his parents had when they were both rather old for child rearing. Grandma was 40 and Grandpa was 45 when he was born and they were extremely conservative. They were also old fashioned, especially in the way they dressed, which was, also, very conservative. Men always wore long pants with long sleeves and women skirts to their ankles and never exposed any skin. However, one of the strange things was that Grandma made all the kids, even the boys, wear nightshirts rather than pajamas. They hung down just past the knees and had a rather large V-neck that could be buttoned or unbuttoned depending upon the weather. He had no idea why, it was just the way they grew up.

Dad was rather upset when the final one Grandma made for him was threadbear and torn. He had to go to regular pajamas and he was not happy about it.

Then, one day he was flipping through an LL Bean catalog and there they were: a line of flannel nightshirts. He was so weirdly excited about it he ordered 10, one of every color. To say this was strange would’ve been an understatement of the supreme order. Dad never splurged on anything for himself. He always got stuff for Mom or us kids rather than “Waste money on himself,” as he would always say. When I asked him why he loved them he just explained that they weren’t restrictive and he felt free wearing them. Now I was witness to exactly how unrestrictive and free they could be.

A little more background for you. Mom and Dad met at a bookstore just a year before I popped out of my mother. She was shocked when she saw this tall rugged muscular hunk of a young man reading a philosophy journal. He was wearing a red flannel shirt, blue jeans and cowboy boots. He was leaning up against a bookcase engrossed with the literature.

Mom never approached men ever but just after finishing her doctorate in Psychiatry, this young man piqued her interest. He was such a rare specimen she couldn’t resist. She introduced herself and he took her hand and kissed it. Normally she would’ve been put off by such a gesture but something in his nature felt sincere. He pointed to his rather large belt buckle bearing his name and introduced himself as Jacob. It was so self deprecating she couldn’t stop laughing at his wit and charm. He laughed along with her, happy to break the ice with a truly stunning woman. They went for coffee and ended up having dinner. He was wonderfully intelligent and she was shocked when he told her that he was 18. He told her he was a farm boy and wanted to see the city. His parents sent him to rural public school but his education never stopped after coming home from school. His mother taught him philosophy and classic literature and his father taught him woodworking and mechanics. More importantly they taught him morals, values and above all, how to treat a woman.

Normally Mom never would’ve been so forward but she was smitten with him. Mom had a couple lovers during school but nothing substantial and she asked him if he wanted to come up for a nightcap.

He kissed her hand again and politely declined. He said that he would love to come up but that it was too soon. He wanted to know her better before taking such a serious step. He wanted her number and she gave it to him, blushing. He asked if he could see her again tomorrow and she agreed of course. They were married a month later and I was born 11 months after.

But I digress. I was 21 and home for the summer and Dad was 40. Yes, Dad was 19 when I was born. My Mom, Juliet, 45; my sisters, Gracie, 19 and Kylie, 18, were already fast asleep upstairs.

So, there I was, a little tipsy from having a few Martinis with my friends. They had just dropped me off a block away so I could quietly sneak up to the house. Not because I would’ve been in trouble but because I didn’t want to wake anyone.

Upon entering the house, I noticed a low light and quiet sound coming from the living room. Of course I investigated. The light from the TV illuminated the room and much to my surprise, my half naked Dad. His nightshirt had ridden up exposing his thick erect penis. I saw it pulse as his balls tightened a large drip of precum appearing at the tip of its head.

I couldn’t look away. I blushed feeling heat on my cheeks, but what surprised me was the heat between my legs. The worst thing was there wasn’t just heat. A ton of pussy juice instantly soaked my tiny thong. I was wearing a modest floral summer dress but I loved wearing naughty underwear. I had firm B-cup boobs so I almost never wore a bra but most of the guys loved my soft round jiggly ass and thick shapely legs from years of running the soccer pitch.

I was on some weird autopilot. My hand went up my dress and into my panties. The sounds of my fingers working my wet clit and pussy lips in the quiet room was deafening. I saw my father shift to his back in his sleep, his cock bobbed and weaved like it was searching for a target. I panicked, grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. It took a bit for my eyes to re-adjust. My father’s body was illuminated by the street lights but it didn’t shine in his eyes so as to not wake him up. I was relieved for some reason.

My mouth started to salivate and that night I had know idea what came over me. I don’t know if it was because I hadn’t had sex in a while, the taboo of the situation or the fact that I couldn’t see my Dad’s face or if it was a combination of everything. I was completely devoid of conscience and didn’t think about the consequences for a split second. Only later would I find out the reason for my unnatural attraction.

I silently pulled my dress off over my head tossing it to the floor. The warm summer breeze tickled my skin, hardening my nipples. I pulled my panties down to my feet and felt my juices slowly trickle down the inside of my thighs. I smelled my musk instantly, arousing me even more.

I knelt by the side of the couch and gently held his penis, licking the pre-cum off the tip. Then I built up more saliva in my mouth and drooled it down his shaft. I gave him a couple of gentle pumps to spread the slickness. I gently straddled him and held his cock at my vaginal opening. Slowly, patiently inched my way down his thick cock with a quiet gasp every inch until he bottomed out inside my pussy.

I started slowly grinding on his fat Daddy dick as my pussy clenched around him. I hated to admit it but he was a perfect fit and the slippery friction felt more incredible than anything I had ever felt.

I slowly rode him building quickly to an orgasm. Normally I would need a ton of foreplay to be this close already. When I noticed he started to slowly awaken. I think he thought it was a dream at first, but then I could sense his eyes opening, his hands went to my hips.

“Oh, Juliet, Oh baby. You naughty girl waking me up like this.”

My mind froze. Then I realized, with the streetlights behind me, he could only see my silhouette. My mom and I have similar frames and hair styles, but her boobs were bigger so I couldn’t let my dad touch my chest. “Shhhhh,” was all I could say without giving myself away.

I rode him steadily as I felt my orgasm build. I could tell I was close and he was quietly grunting as I had heard similarly when he was fucking mom. He was close as well. The sounds of our sloppy union filled the room. He tried to move his hands to my tits but I interfered and moved them to my ass cheeks.

“Oh, I know what my Baby wants.” He whispered. Then I felt him reach behind and gathered some of our joint lubricant. Then with the other hand he pulled my butt cheeks open and slid a finger deep into my ass.

I gasped at the sensation I had never experienced before. I rode him harder and I quivered and shook as I peaked. I collapsed to his chest, consumed by wave after wave of the most intense orgasm of my life. The most powerful orgasm ever given to me by my Daddy.

“Oh Juliet…” he whispered as I felt his cock burst deep in my pussy, my walls clenching him, milking it for every drop. Rope after rope hitting my walls as he drove himself deep inside me. He was trying to get his breath under control as he stroked my butt and back. “That was amazing, honey, thank you for the wonderful surprise.”

I couldn’t resist. I kissed him, stabbing my tongue into his mouth desperately making out with him.

He returned in kind and then paused. He was trying to figure something out, but couldn’t quite put a finger on it.

I panicked. I slowly stood up letting our fluids slither down the inside of my thighs, some dropping to the hardwood floor. I used my dress and thong to wipe the floor quickly and then pressed it between my legs so no more evidence would spill out of me. Without a word I made my way to the stairs.

Then he spoke in a panicked whisper. “Jesus, Mandy?”

Hearing my name stopped me cold, I was busted. All I could think to whisper back was, “Goodnight Daddy, I love you.” in my patented little girl voice. I quietly made it to my room, shut my door and laid in bed. I was really worried. Driven by my lust, I may have destroyed our perfect family. I cried quietly cursing my stupidity and lack of control. Worst yet, I hurt my Daddy, gravely. He was always there for me and my strange sudden desire had changed our relationship forever.

Then, for reasons beyond my control, I stuck 2 fingers in my cunt, scooped as much of the remaining cum from my cunt and greedily licked them clean. His taste mingled with mine was intoxicating. Right then and there I knew I wanted more. No, I needed more. Again I cursed my selfishness. ‘What the hell is happening to me?’ I couldn’t hurt my family even more. Laying there naked on my bed, my pussy still aching for Daddy, I decided I needed to move out. That was the only way to save my family. I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself around him.

I fell asleep dreaming of him holding me from behind, ravaging my nubile body. My dreams were filled with far far darker things that I wasn’t willing to admit.

XXXXXXXXX-Juliet:

I woke up to the sound of the shower running in our master bath. It was abnormal to say the least. Jacob rarely showered at night. The only time he would was after we made love and then we would have a playful shower together. The water turned off and I saw my husband’s familiar silhouette briefly before he turned off the bathroom light.

He pulled back the covers and laid down gently. He laid on his side facing away from me. This was far more rare than the shower and might I say, very alarming. He would always kiss me even if I was asleep.

I moved in behind him, wrapped an arm over his waist; he was naked. Very strange, as he always wore a nightshirt. I could tell something was bothering him.

I gently kissed him on the shoulder, “What happened, Jacob?”

I could feel him, he was shaking his head. “I didn’t know… I swear Juliet… I didn’t know… Please don’t leave me… Please, I beg you, don’t leave me…”

To say I was confused and completely alarmed was an understatement. I squeezed him tighter and kissed his shoulder again, “Jacob, I would never leave you. What is going on?”

“I thought it was you. I didn’t know, I swear.” He was in full panic mode on the verge of tears. I had never seen him like this.

“Thought it was me doing what, Jacob?”

“Making love to me on the couch.” He started to sob.

‘Oh shit. No, no, no this can’t be happening. There weren’t the usual signs before this.’ I said to myself. I thought we got lucky and it skipped a generation. I ran my hands through his hair and tried to quiet him. “Ssshhhhh. Jacob, which of our girls made love to you?”

“Mandy… I didn’t know until she snuck up the steps. I tasted gin when she kissed me. She was out with friends tonight.” Then he stopped, thinking, then turned towards me, “How did you know it was one of the girls?”

‘Oh Jacob, you would never cheat on me, let alone bring some cheap twat to our home.’ I thought to myself and sighed. I gently kissed him on the lips. “Put on a nightshirt and come with me.”

He was confused but obliged and followed me to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of Blanton’s bourbon and a couple tumblers. I sat down and poured a couple fingers worth into each glass. I raised my glass to him, we clinked them together and I swallowed my drink down in one gulp.

Jacob sat down, followed suit, downing the drink and with a raised eyebrow confronted me. “I don’t know what’s going on but I’m losing my mind and you bring me downstairs for a drink.”

I poured us another round and reached across the table to take his hand. Then I started quietly, “Jacob, my love, you remember when I told you I had only had two lovers before you.”

He nodded but didn’t say a word. He simply held my hand running his thumb over the back of my hand.

“Well before them, I had a third lover.”

“Juliet,” he said quietly, “What is going on?”

“My father was my first lover.” I blurted out, not knowing how to break it to him.

He stared back at me mute. Finally, he said “What are you talking about?”

“The women in our family have always had their fathers as their first lover. It’s been happening for generations. It isn’t a psychological abnormality. It’s an actual physical drive. The attraction starts at puberty but nothing happens until after the 18th birthday.” I paused for a reaction.

He looked bewildered. He gulped down the second drink. I dutifully poured him another. “Why am I hearing about this now?”

I was really sad that I had betrayed him. “I didn’t want to lose you. I had never met a man so strong and lovely and intelligent. With your conservative upbringing, I didn’t want to scare you away.”

He nodded thoughtfully, but then rebutted, “If the attraction normally starts at puberty, why didn’t you warn me then.”

“I saw no signs of the attraction. All the girls have been thankfully normal around you. I thought we got lucky and it skipped a generation.”

“Why didn’t you tell me…”

“About me and my father?” I asked incredulously. I downed my second drink and poured another

“Yeah, OK, I get it.” He sighed, “I don’t know what to do. I feel I’ve betrayed everyone I love. Poor Mandy, she must be a wreck.”

“This will be hard for you to hear.”

He looked up to heaven and then refocused on me. He sighed deeply, “What do I need to do?”

“You can’t deny her.”

“WHAT?” He was agitated. I put my hands up in an effort to try to calm him. “Oh my God, I’m going to hell for this.”

“Hey!” I was quiet but mad, “You think I had a choice, or my sisters? Jenna was lucky she was a rare one and done. Lena needed a month. I… I needed…” I started sobbing.

He instantly softened, got up from the table and moved next to me. He put his arms around me, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to judge, it’s just a lot to consider.” He kissed me on the lips. “I’ll never stop loving you. You tell me what you need too. It’s ok.”

“I needed a year and 4 months to work through it. As the youngest, we typically have it the worst. My sisters teased me mercilessly, especially Jenna.”

His eyes got wide then returned to normal, regaining his composure, “It’s ok. You did what you had to do.”

“I know this isn’t easy to hear and it’s next to impossible to comprehend but it’s hard wired into the women of our family. It’s hard to say this because I love you so much but you cannot resist their advances. To do so would be catastrophic.”

“What do you mean catastrophic?” He was filled with genuine concern.

“Rejection can cause a psychological breakdown resulting in violent or even deadly results.”

“What?” He was totally taken aback.

“Violence or death hasn’t happened for more than 70 years but the mental breakdowns are all too real.”

“How so?”

“Remember when my cousin Trisha’s daughter Tonya was hospitalized and then I had to ‘counsel’ her and her father?”

He simply nodded.

“That was because her father rejected her. Even though she’s beautiful, he morally objected to sleeping with her. The only way to “fix” the issue was to counsel them, especially him, on its importance. Then we sent them away to be together.”

“The trip to Fiji?”

“Yes, that trip was all she needed to “work” through her issues. Since then, they’ve gone back to normal.”

“What about Gracie and Kylie?” His face was a mask of concern.

“History says they should’ve both been flirting with and teasing you heavily. However, with this Mandy revelation, the girls could be late bloomers.”

“How do you rectify this as their mother?”

“Mothers of our girls have to bear the burden without jealousy. It’s purely a physical manifestation. I guarantee Mandy had absolutely no malice in her heart when she mounted you tonight. She was 100% lost to physical need.”

“How do we proceed?” He was still visibly worried.

“Tomorrow morning, you stay in our room until after I’ve talked with Mandy. I’m sure she’s very confused and probably guilt ridden.”

“Then what?” He said, still very apprehensive.

“It depends upon what she needs. Maybe we’ll be lucky and it will be short lived.”

“And if we’re not?”

“Well let’s hope it’s not what I needed. Now let’s finish our drinks and go back to bed.” We both downed our last drink and headed back to bed.

I held him by the hand leading him back to our room. I shut our door behind us and pulled my bed gown over my head leaving it on the floor. I turned towards Jacob and helped him out of his nightshirt. I kissed him and stroked his thick cock. “All this talk about you fucking our daughter got me horny.” I pushed him back on the bed and crawled up onto him. I was wet as hell and easily slid down his shaft.

He grunted and responded by fucking up into me and squeezing my nipples. “That’s not what happened and you know it.”

“I know but right now, I need it badly, Jacob. Give it to me hard Daddy!”

He flipped me on my back and pounded my cunt without mercy for 10 minutes. “Oh my God! Don’t stop baby! I’m cumming!” I managed to whisper before the orgasm ripped through me. My legs were shaking and quivering as it coursed through my body.

“Oh… God… Juliet!” With three final thrusts, I felt his cock expand and spew a gigantic load of semen deep into my hungry twat. He collapsed to my side and pulled me into him. We kissed like we did when we first married.

We fell asleep naked and sweaty. I pulled the blanket over us when I woke up a little later, chilled from the AC. I hoped Mandy was ok. I felt regret for not talking to her sooner but I truly thought we didn’t have to worry about it. Now I knew I had to have ‘the talk’ with Gracie and Kylie.

XXXXXXXXX-Mandy:

I woke up early and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a used whore. Some of Daddy’s sticky residue was still left on my pussy lips and thighs. I quickly put on my robe and made my way to the bathroom. I showered and reluctantly washed Daddy’s semen from my body. I shaved my legs and my tender pussy. I shut off the water and finished up drying my hair and body.

I made it back to my room and shut my door. I dressed quickly in a skirt and tank top. I still wore a thong even though I was trying not to appear like a complete slut. I quietly packed a backpack full of clothes and necessities. I wasn’t sure where to go but I knew I had to leave. Mom would probably kick me out for fucking her husband. She’d call me a devious slut and I’d deserve it. I started to cry then I told myself to be strong.

I smelled the coffee coming from the kitchen. I sighed and made my way downstairs to my doom.

Mom was sitting at the table sipping her coffee. She had a healthy glow and gave me a wide happy smile, “Good morning sweetheart. How are you?” Then she noticed the backpack and frowned, “Where are you going, love?”

I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat across from her. I sighed and looked up at her. My eyes filled with sadness. “I have to leave, mom. I’m damaged. If I stay I’ll ruin our family.”

“Nonsense, you’re not going anywhere, my dear.” She patted my hand.

I started to cry, then stopped, reminding myself to be strong. “Mom… last night, when I got home… I… I…” I looked at the floor in shame, not able to make eye contact.

She moved to the chair next to me, pulled me up by the chin to look into my eyes. She had a soft, loving, compassionate look, then she said, as softly as possible “You made love to your father last night.”

I looked at her with shock. I didn’t think Daddy would tell her but that was foolish. They never kept anything from each other. I started to cry and I burrowed into her chest. She continued to console me, stroking my hair. “Ssshhhh, it’s ok baby. You’re not the only one. It happens to the majority of the women in our family.”

I stopped, looked her in the eyes again, true pain showing on my face, “What are you talking about, mom?”

She told me her story. When she hit puberty she started taunting and teasing her father. Her mother took her aside and told her the family secret. She said waiting for her 18th birthday was the most painful experience of her life aside from giving birth. When she hit 18 she couldn’t wait anymore, she attacked her father in bed with her mother laying next to them. “You have to get through what we call ‘the work’ and you’ll know when you’re done.”

“How long did it take you to get through the work?”

“Almost a year and a half.”

“Oh my God, mom! A year and a half?”

She nodded, “I was insatiable.” Then she appraised me compassionately, “Do you still have the urge?”

I looked away in shame, whimpering a little. “Yes, mom, I’m sorry but I don’t know what to do.” I absentmindedly put my hand up my skirt. My thong was already wet and I could feel the heat radiating from my hungry twat.

She stroked my cheek, “Your body is telling you what you need. That need can only be quenched by your father. No one else will be able to quench your thirst.”

“But I don’t want to hurt you, mom.”

“You aren’t hurting me, baby, You’re not doing this to be cruel. It’s a physical need that has to be satisfied.”

“What about Gracie and Kylie? They’re going to think I’m a whore.”

“Gracie and Kylie are probably going to have the same need. They are probably late bloomers like you.”

I squeezed my legs together and shivered. “It’s unbearable, mommy. The constant heat.” I closed my eyes and threw my head back.

“When did you first feel it?” She asked quietly, holding my hand.

“Last night when I got home. Daddy was sleeping on the couch and his nightshirt rode up exposing his hard…” I flushed and continued, “you know.”

“His penis, dear.”

I nodded, “After that, I was on fire and it was like something else controlled me.”

“That’s what all our girls go through. All though this is one of the first signs of what is referred to as a late bloomer. I knew the day after my first period that I needed my Daddy. Mommy talked to me and explained everything. I cried when she told me I had to wait until my 18th birthday. I remember Daddy being so patient and understanding with the teasing. How are you feeling, Mandy?”

I blushed fiercely, I didn’t say anything but I grabbed her hand and pulled my thong aside. I pressed the back of her hand into my hot cunt.

She raised an eyebrow appraising the situation, “Yes my dear, you’ve got some “work” to get through.”

“Does that mean,” I paused, sheepishly. “That I get to have Daddy again?”

She simply nodded and gave me a devious smile, “Would you like me to take you to Daddy? He probably needs a shower after the night we had.”

I looked confused, “but, I heard him in the shower before bed.”

Then she surprised me and kissed me gently on the lips, “You didn’t think you were the only one to fuck him last night, did you?”

We giggled together conspiratorially and she took me upstairs to their bedroom.

XXXXXXXX-Jacob:

I woke up to someone gently kissing me and running their hands over my chest. Then I heard the sweetest cherub voice whispering, “it’s time to wake up daddy.”

I opened my eyes to see Mandy next to the bed. She was naked except for the tiny thong that was soaked through at the crotch. “So, it wasn’t just a dream.”

“I’m afraid not sweetheart.” A voice from the end of the bed confirmed. It was of course, Juliet, in her nightgown. “Mandy wanted to help you in the shower this morning after the mess you and I made last night. While you two are busy in the shower, I will change the sheets for you.”

‘This can’t be happening.’ I thought to myself but I remembered what Juliet had said that, ‘rejection could have terrible consequences.’ This was against every moral tether but I couldn’t let Mandy end up having a breakdown like Tonya. I held out a hand and said, “lead the way sweet pea.”

She was overjoyed, grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bathroom. I looked back at Juliet, who simply shrugged her shoulders and mouthed the word, ‘enjoy.’

Mandy shut and locked the door and pressed her body into mine. She took my hand and shoved it down the front of her thong. “Feel me Daddy. Feel how wet I am for you. Feel how hot I am. I need you Daddy.”

I didn’t know what to say so I kissed her and stroked her wet hot pussy lips. I pushed my fatherly revulsion down and tried my best to think of Juliet. Then she grabbed my cock firmly in her soft hand and I lost my mind. Shamefully, I was consumed with desire. I dropped to my knees and pulled her nearly dripping thong down her luscious thighs. Her musky scent was intoxicating. I barely waited for her to step out of them when I pushed her against the bathroom counter. I lapped her folds then instantly started sucking her clit.

Her legs instantly started quivering, she showed off her best “O” face. “Oh… shit… Daddy!” Then I jabbed two fingers into her tight cunt rubbing her rough little G-spot. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her whole body quivered, her orgasm was approaching fast. She grabbed fistfuls of hair, grinding her cunt on my face. “Fuck… fuck… FUCK! DADDY!!! She screamed. She was slumped over holding onto my shoulders for dear life.

Her thick inner thighs quivering as I lapped at her pussy getting as much of her juices as I could. I stood up and took her back in my arms. We kissed passionately as she seemed to enjoy tasting herself on my lips. Then I said something completely out of character. “Did you enjoy Daddy sucking your clit, little girl.” Inside I was mortified with myself, but my words just made Mandy hotter for me.

She hopped up on the counter top and spread her legs wider. With one arm behind my neck and the other on my cock. She pulled me between her legs, desperately trying to pull me inside her. I held strong despite the pain and shook my head. “I’m still dirty from fucking Mommy. You need to be a good girl and clean me first.” I meant for her to clean me with soap and water in the shower.

Mandy had another plan. She gently pushed me back and scooted her jiggly butt off the counter. She landed hard on her knees, I winced because it sounded painful, she didn’t even react. She grabbed my cock staring up into my eyes, stroking it. She bit her lip and sniffed my crotch, “I can still smell Mommy on you Daddy.”

She ran her tongue from the base to the tip, swirling her tongue around the head. “Mmmmm, Mommy tastes good on you.” Then she swallowed the head, sucking gently; not breaking eye contact. She pushed harder, driving my cock deeper into her mouth. She pulled away from my cock letting saliva and precum drool down to her chest. She rubbed the sloppy mixture over her tits, pinching her nipples.

She slowly stood up rubbing her body over my cock and up my chest. She kissed my neck and nibbled my ear lobe. She whispered, “Fuck me in the shower, Daddy. Pin me to the shower wall and fuck me. I want you to shoot your cum deep inside me.” She kissed me and bit my lip. She pulled me into the shower.

Juliet would do some dirty talk on occasion, but the filth that came straight from my daughter’s mouth got me rock hard. She turned on the water nice and piping. She rinsed quickly and pulled me to her. She held me under the water with her head on my chest. She pressed her wet tummy into my cock and looked up into my eyes with an honest, heartfelt yearning. “I know you’re uncomfortable Daddy but I need you. I need you to do things with me. I need you to do things to me. I’m sorry I took advantage of you last night but I lost control. I love you Daddy.”

I kissed her and grabbed her juicy ass cheeks. “You need Daddy?”

She looked up and nodded, “Really, really bad.” She stroked my cock spreading the precum from the tip around the head.

I turned her around and pressed her chest into the shower wall. She arched her back and pulled her cheeks wide. She stammered a little, clearly losing control. “Fffff… ffff …. fuck me Daddy. PLEASE!”

I held her to the wall with one hand and guided my cock to her target she held open for me. I teased her by swirling it around her entrance; her cunt was blistering hot. I slowly pushed into her until my balls gently grazed her clit. Her whole body shook.

I held her there pressed against the wall balls deep gripping one of her lovely hips to control her. She was trying desperately to rotate her hips but I held her there. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

I released my grip on her hip and I felt her rotate her hips grinding my cock. “I need you to pound my cunt Daddy. I’m in heat and I need it really bad.”

I pulled back slowly and pounded back into her. I kept at her over and over punishing her sweet meat. She whimpered and begged for more as I kept plowing her. “Oh daddy…” she whispered as I could barely hear her over the water. She convulsed and twitched cumming as I just kept pounding her through it. She went limp and I held her up continuously banging away. She was barely conscious as I didn’t stop. She came 3 more times screaming Daddy every time. Finally, I grunted and shot a huge load deep inside her. That pushed her into a fifth screaming orgasm.

I pulled out with a huge splotch of semen and pussy juice hitting the floor of the shower. I picked her up and gently laid her on top of me. We let the water rain down on us as we tried to recover.

She looked up into my eyes. They were far away and glassy. “I love you Daddy.” She kissed me long and hard. Then settled back into cuddling for a few minutes.

“We need to clean up before the shower runs cold.” She reluctantly stood up and we cleaned each other, kissing and groping the whole time. I hopped out first drying myself. I waited with a warm towel for Mandy.

She stepped out and her skin was pink from the hot shower. Like all women, she looked super hot when wet. I dried her hair and made my way down her body. I dried her back and butt and down the back of her legs she turned around and I worked her arms, down her breasts and tummy. I kissed her tummy gently then thought better of it. I dried the outside of her legs then worked up between her legs. Gently drying her pussy. As I finished drying her, I smelled her sex again. Her musky scent filled my nostrils and like clockwork my cock responded, getting hard.

“Ooohhhh, Daddy. Does my scent excite you?” She giggled like a little girl, bouncing on the balls of her feet. She pulled me to my feet. “Let’s go to my room.”

I pulled back on her hand and said, “Let’s stay here sweetheart, I’m not sure if your mom has talked with Gracie and Kylie yet.” Then I saw the note on the pillow.

“Sweethearts,

I took the girls for brunch and shopping. Then we’re going for a walk to talk about the situation and give them some history. The house is yours but don’t defile Gracie and Kylie’s room.

Love you both very much,

Mom/Juliet”

Mandy’s eyes lit like fire. She pulled me out my bedroom door and to hers she pushed it open and pushed me down on her bed. “I never thought the first man I would fuck in my bed would be you, Daddy.”

I could smell her scent in the sheets. She climbed on top of me and held my cock at her entrance. She was so soaked there wasn’t any need to lubricate my growing member. She slid down slowly again getting used to me. She sighed, “You feel so perfect inside me Daddy.” She moved her hips back and forth with a moan.

I never felt so sickened and aroused at the same time. I just closed my eyes and accepted the unnatural pleasure. It was so irresistible and intense. ” Oh Baby, that feels good.” I was so ashamed but unable to stop.

She started bouncing gently, her full pussy lips stretched around my cock. She leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “Daddy, will you put a finger in my butt again like last night? That felt incredibly dirty.”

‘Oh my god, I’m going to hell.’ I thought to myself. Regardless, I lubed my middle finger with saliva, pulled her butt cheeks open and slowly slid my digit all the way in.

“Ooohhhh… that’s my dirty Daddy.” She picked up the pace bouncing like a maniac. “You’re gonna make me cum again.”

‘Yup, straight to hell for me.’ As I looked up at my quivering daughter, shaking from another orgasm. She was glorious in that moment. Of course, she didn’t stop after that. She just kept bouncing on my cock. The father in me desperately wanted her to stop. The man in me was secretly hoping she would never stop.