Incest/Taboo A Daughter Becomes Her Father’s Muse

The bang of the bed against the wall, the slap of skin on skin, and our grunts as he hits bottom every time are the only sounds. My fluid, his fluid, squish out of me as he fucks me. My fingers dig into his back. My strong legs pull him in. More, I want more. I've been with two guys before this, amateur hour; this is the big league.

Dad's mouth is next to my ear. His hot, wet breath pours over me. His cock fills me and leaves, fills me and leaves, every time he thrusts in, I want to climax. He's going faster. He's close. I concentrate on the overwhelming sensations coming from my pussy. I want my last cum to be with his.

His head moves. We're eye-to-eye again. I see the question in his eyes.

"In me," I say as he stifles a roar, and, as I climax, I feel his cock twitch and release deep inside me. I have never felt so good.

Dad props himself up and moves, letting his cock slip out. "You okay, Pixie?"

I cup his face with my hand. "I've never been better."

Dad smiles and rolls off, lying next to me. "I want to stay here. I want to rest and do it again."

I cuddle up to him and loop my leg over his. "I want that."

"I can't, baby. Too dangerous." His arm is under me, and he uses it to roll me on top of him. His hands stroke my hair. "Regrets?"

I touch his lips with mine. "None. You?"

Dad takes a breath. "Truth? Only that I waited so long."

My face is over his. I love laying on my father's naked body. "Dad, it's only been a few months."

He just looks at me and waits.

"What? No? Really, Dad? How long?"

I wiggle my body on top of him. "I never noticed. I guess that's good if this had never happened or if I wasn't into it, right?"

"Yes. Nice to know I was careful. When you started hinting, I was shocked. I forced myself to go slowly, making sure of every step. I had to give you time to think, maybe change your mind, without pressure from me. You can't un-fuck someone."

I laugh at that remark, picturing people fucking in reverse. Dad hugs me. I think to myself, You would know.

"I love you, Pixie. You've saved me, in a way. So, what now?"

I have thought about this. You can read a lot of stories online, but who knows if any of them are accurate? I do read stories of bad outcomes, usually as a result of coercion or worse. What is happening with my father is different, but I know the limits.

"I don't want to marry you or have your babies. I don't want a public relationship. This, having sex, is something I want to share just between us."

Dad's fingers trace down the crease of my butt. "Till things change?"

"Yes."

His fingers stop at the bottom. "What does that mean?"

"You're going to divorce Mom. I'm going to go live with you. I want a boyfriend, then a husband eventually, and you should have someone. Mom cheated on you. You're cheating on Mom, getting even, kinda, though it sounds like you wanted me anyway. I won't cheat."

"I like that. I get it. Yes, I saw you as more than a daughter. So, we each look for a mate, and until one of us meets someone...?"

I grind my hips into my father's growing erection. "We fuck our brains out. Hmmm, my dad's cock is getting hard again."

He fills his hands with my ass.

"Yeah, this never happens this fast."

"Obviously, I inspire you," I say as I move up and let his cock stick up, then move back and lean up, taking him inside. He feels so good.

"Oh, fuck, that's nice," Dad says as he pinches my nipples. "Ride me, Pixie."

I like being on top. I control my orgasm. Guys don't care as long as their dong is wet. Being in control rules. I post on Dad's cock, twisting and angling my hips using and aiming his magnificent boner to hit the spots I need. Oh, I love fucking.

"Your bed is fucking noisy,' Dad says as he massages my breasts. My hands are flat on his chest, full of his sweat.

"My father buys cheap furniture. I'll be lucky if it doesn't collapse." He gets this horrified look. I laugh. "Good luck explaining that one, eh?"

"I'm close, Pixie."

"I'm on my third cum. Do it, Dad: cum for me."

Panting, I ride my father as he climaxes deep inside me, my climax meeting his. I stop, and we stare at each other for a beat. Sweat is running over my small breasts and down my hard belly mixing with Dad's in his soaked chest hair. I run my hands over his chest.

"Another bestseller in the making."

Dad smiles. "I gotta get back, Pixie." I climb off. He slips his robe on and kisses me. "I love you, Pixie." He pauses at the door and turns. "Oh, by the way, my agent loves the book and says the publisher is going to send me the advance."

Dad slips out my door and gently closes it. I'm just lying here; I can't sleep. I've decided that tomorrow, well, today now, is the day I blow this up.

July 16, 7:03 AM

It's a great day. Revenge day, freedom day. I get up and take a quick shower. I'm going to have to change my sheets. Dad and I made a wreck of them.

I'm standing naked in my room. It's only seven, and I'm positive my mother is still knocked out. I want to walk into the kitchen naked, but I know Dad would freak. I slip on his big tee shirt.

He's sitting at the island when I walk in. His chest is bare, but I see his silk shorts. He raises his head and smiles, then stops.

"Did I make a huge mistake last night?"

I throw off the tee shirt and move towards him.

He gets up. "Pixie, no."

I pull him against me with all my strength. I feel his penis growing between us. "That was the most amazing night of my life. I want more."

"No, she might wake up."

I have my hand in those soft, silk shorts, holding his erection. "You'll be fast. I know. Fucking me makes you cum fast- the first time."

I push his shorts down and hook them under his balls. I let go and hop up on one of the stools, hold my legs open. Dad glances at the door, then at my wet and open vagina.

"I can't resist you."

He moves in, and I wrap my legs around him. The head of his magnificent cock parts my sex. We both gasp as he fills me.

"So, good," he sighs as I feel the head hit my cervix.

My lips brush his as I whisper, "Fast, Dad."

Dad's ramming me, and it's making the stool squeak across the floor. We stop, and I get on the island. Dad holds my legs and goes back to fucking me. I'm working my Kegels to get him to cum. I'm on my third climax. His hands are on my tits, pinching my nipples. He's driving me nuts.

I see it in his eyes, and I whisper, "Cum in me, now."

His eyes roll back. He rams hard and holds, and I can feel his penis swell inside me; I visualize his cock spurting, filling me.

A door opens upstairs, and I leap off the island while Dad pulls his shorts back up. I grab my tee shirt and bolt for the powder room.

I stick my head out. Dad's smiling. "All clear."

I step back out, and we hug and share a kiss. "Dad, I have to get to work. Let me know about the advance. I have a plan."

Dad presses me away and looks into my eyes. "A plan? Am I going to like this?"

I gently hold his cock through the silk. "If that advance comes through, find us a place and pack. I'm ready to go."

I feel him growing. His hands capture my breasts. "That's your plan? Just leave?"

I step back and admire the bulge in his shorts. "Oh, hell no, but when it happens, just roll with it."

July 16, 1:02 PM

It's one in the afternoon; work is swamped. I step into the bathroom to check my phone messages.

The advance is in the bank.

I stare at the number. That's a lot of zeros. There's another message.

What is your plan? Are we just walking out?

I smile. I've been thinking about this since the day Faith bitched about that national company sending somebody out with her. I've got the power, and I'm going to enjoy it.

We're walking, but first, we all need to talk.

He's right back.

Why do I think it's gonna be more than talk?

Just go with it, Dad. You're gonna like it.

My boss is knockeing; they need me.

July 16, 4:44 PM

Faith's not home when I get there. I go up, shower, then put on a thong and a long tee shirt. I get my tablet, go back downstairs, and link it to the big flat screen in the living room. Dad's office door is closed. I text him.

May I come in?

Please

I slip in and close the door. He's up out of his chair, and we meet in the middle. His arms wrap around me, and his hands cradle my ass. I can feel his cock getting harder as our mouths meet, and I grind my hips into his as our tongues dance in each other's mouths. Dad pulls back.

"We can't," he whispers into my ear. "She may be home any minute."

I slip down to my knees, my fingers working the fly of his shorts. "Then you better cum fast."

"Pixie, no. Pixie-oh fuck!"

I grip the base with my hand as I run my tongue over my lips and touch the head of his erection, letting my saliva wet the tip. His hands move to my head, holding me as I press forward, taking him into my mouth, not stopping until I can't take any more. Dad is gasping.

I have him deep in my mouth for the second time. Blowing a guy is total power. You control his orgasm. You give the joy.

"Oh, Pixie," he moans as I sweep the underside of his cock with my tongue. I look up, and our eyes meet as I back off and then take him in again.

"You are so beautiful," he says as he caresses my hair.

I'm loving this feeling, but I want my reward, and we don't have a lot of time. I hold his sack and extend a finger back.

"Oh, baby. Not that." Dad moans as my finger finds his ring, and I press against it while sucking him faster. He's panting, clutching my hair.

I feel his penis swell in my mouth. His muscles clench, and the first burst of cum bounces off the back of my mouth. The second bathes my tongue, and I pull off him and let the third splash against my face before I take him back into my mouth to gently caress his satisfied cock.

He taps my head. I release him and stand. He points to my face. "You like that?"

I shrug. "Never tried it. Maybe."

Dad hands me a couple of tissues, and I clean my face as his hand slips up my leg. He cups my sex with his hand.

"Panties? I had to check. You're very wet, young lady."

"It's a thong, and that is how I am any time I'm around you. I want to lie on your desk and have you fuck me."

Dad smiles and pulls his hand back. "No time."

We hear her come into the house, and Dad puts his soft cock back into his shorts.

"Help me with dinner?" he asks.

"I'd love to," I reply.

Dad is at the door, his hand on the handle; he looks at me. "What's the plan, Pixie?"

I brush by him, my hand over his as I open the door. "Just go with it; you'll enjoy it."

July 16, 5:47 PM

Dad and I are making dinner. I've got my tablet hooked up and the rest of the stuff stashed next to the big couch. Faith's in a cranky mood. She had some old guy from the national company with her all day. I think she lost a sale, and probably a fuck. She's mad, but I can tell she's scared; good, plays right into my hands.

July 16, 6:05 PM

So, we're sitting at dinner. Dad made Chicken Cordon Bleu, and it's fantastic. Faith's on her third glass of wine and still ranting. The company guy was good-looking but older than her and corrected her in front of the client twice. She's scared shitless. I shove food in my mouth to cover my smile. I tell her it'll pass and that she's a great provider, laying it on. Dad stares at me, and when Faith's not looking, I pinch my nipple for him. He blushes; how cute.

Dad and I are cleaning the kitchen. I told Faith to go get comfortable; I have a cool movie for us. She's on glass number five and half-looped. She just left to get changed, I guess.

"Pixie, what are you doing?"

"You'll see," I say as I dry the big frying pan, "and you'll like it. Trust me."

Dad looks at the kitchen door and slides his hand up my leg as I turn so he can palm my pussy.

"You're making me wet, Father," I say as I grasp his erection through his athletic shorts. "No briefs? Naughty Daddy."

Faith's back. She showered and put on a long nightshirt. She drops into the big sectional at the opposite end from Dad. I'm standing next to the huge ottoman, holding my tablet.

"So, Mom, I found a really great show for us tonight," I say as I tap the screen of my tablet.

The 72-inch flat screen comes on. I've been working on this for days. There's four videos, each filling one-quarter of the screen: upper left, Faith fucking the office guy in the mall garage. Upper right, Faith sucking the black dude's cock. Lower right, Faith getting fucked in the ass by that young guy. Lower left, Faith sucking off the electrician. In the middle, a fifth one of Faith on her knees, licking Mary's shaved pussy.

Dad's eyes are like an owl's. He looks at the screen and then at me. I just smile. Faith is sitting there, her mouth open, just staring.

"So, Mother," I say, forcing her to look at me while the videos, with sound, are running, "what would happen if your new bosses saw these videos?"

"You can't. Please." Faith starts crying. "I'll get fired. This shit will be on the net, and I'll never sell another house for anyone. Please, Pixie. I haven't been a good Mom, but I did it for us, for the family. Please."

I look at Dad. I can see his cock, hard, pushing up the silk of his shorts. His eyes were flicking back and forth between his wife being a slut and his daughter exacting revenge.

"I'm only eighteen, Mother, and I'm curious." I ignore all that 'for the family' shit. "I read somewhere that women lick pussy better than men. Is that true?"

Faith's looking at the floor, not answering.

"Mother, these vids and four more are on a geek stick in a stamped envelope."

"Mary is very satisfying," she whispers.

"Better than Dad?"

"Yes," she whispers.

"Come here, Mother," I say as I stand up. She stands in front of me and glances at Dad. He's still watching Faith on the screen and rubbing his cock through the shorts. Now he senses the change, and he's watching us, his expression neutral.

"I want to find out," I say, seeing Dad's astonished face. "Take my clothes off."

"Pixie, no, that's wrong," she says. "Your father is right there."

I lean down and move my tablet so that she can see the report under it. Her head jerks up, and her eyes are wide. She looks at me in a panic and then shoots her eyes to look at Dad.

"He doesn't know that I know," I whisper. "Do it, Mother. Remember that envelope."

Faith reaches with shaking hands and grasps the hem of my tee shirt, pulling it up slowly, looking at me. I raise my arms so she can slip it off. As it flutters to the floor, I whisper, "It won't be anything he hasn't already seen."

"What?" Her mouth falls open, and her eyes nearly bug out of her head. "You-- and your father?"

"Touch them, Mother," I say. "You know you want to."

I've never had a woman touch me. Faith's hands are soft, and she knows just how to caress my small breasts. My nipples are so hard, it hurts.

"Suck my nipple, Mother."

Her lips are wet and warm, and as she captures my nipple, I climax, a small one, but my first with a woman. Her right hand still caresses my left breast, and her left hand is on my hip, her finger slipping under the waistband of my thong. I look over, and Dad is naked and masturbating slowly.

"Would you like to lick my pussy?" I whisper as I run my hands through her hair. "I want you to be my first."

"Yes, please," Faith whispers as she pulls her mouth off my nipple, and our eyes meet.

"Take off my thong."

Faith kneels. Her long fingers catch the waistband. She slowly slides my thong down my legs. Dad has stopped stroking; he's just watching.

"Look next to the couch," I say to him as I step out of my panties. "Kiss my pussy, mother."

My mother leans forward, and I feel her lips press into my pubic hair. Her nipples are rigid, her hands on the front of my thighs.

"Just a kiss," I say as I feel the tip of her tongue. "No tongue. Not yet."

I look over at Dad. He has such a wicked look on his face as he slathers lube on his cock. The towel I left is draped over his shoulder. On the TV, Faith's still fucking and sucking. This is un-fucking real. I sit on the ottoman and lie back, pulling my legs up.

"Lick my pussy, mother," I say as I watch her move closer. "Make me cum with your mouth."

My mother was right; women do lick pussy better. I grab her hair and pull her in, shoving my hips up as I climax on her face. Wow, this feels good. Faith is loving it. She is worshiping my pussy with her mouth. I see Dad move behind her, and I nod my head. Dad lifts Faith's tee shirt. No panties- what a surprise. Faith takes her mouth off my pussy.

"Oh, good," she sighs. "I really need a fuck." Then her face changes as she feels Dad's hand spreading the lube on her asshole. "No Sam! Not there. You're too big!"

"Gotta pay for what you've done, mother," I say as I grab her head and shove it between my legs. "Lick your daughter while your husband fucks your ass."

"I've never done this," Dad says, looking at me as he runs his cock up and down her ass and then settles the head at her back door. "I'm gonna enjoy it."

"Sam, please, go slow," Faith whimpers as I cum on her face again. I'm mad; I forgot to record this.

I watch Dad's face. He's pushing, and Faith has stopped licking me. I can see she's pushing back. Not her first time. She picks her head up and looks at me. She bites her lip.

"He's in, isn't he?" I ask, stroking her hair.

"Yes," Faith says as she grimaces. "He's so fucking big."

"He's not that big, Mother, a little above average. You'll adjust."

Faith's hands clench the tops of my thighs, and I look over her at Dad. He's slipping in slowly, giving her time. I'm not sure I would have.

"She's tight," he says, smiling. "Shoulda done this years ago."

"So, big," she moans out. "Oh fuck!" Then, suddenly, things change. "More, Sam. Give me more."

I look at Dad, my mouth open in surprise. He just grins and gives Faith the last few inches. She looks up at me, her face a mask of lust.

"Fuck me, Sam," she moans. "Fuck my nasty, cheating ass."

Dad has his hands clamped on Faiths's hips as he slowly fucks her ass. She's looking at me, drooling.

"Good, so good," she moans as she moves closer to my pussy. "Cum for Mommy, baby."

"I'm not gonna last, Pixie," Dad says. He's sweating. "She's so fuckin' tight."

Dad's ramming her ass, and she's just lying there, taking it and moaning. I see it in his face. He clenches his hands on her hips, rams hard, and holds, his eyes rolling back and his hips flexing. I picture his cock, deep up my mother's ass, spurting, over and over.

Dad pulls back, and I giggle at the suction sound as his cock pulls out of her ass. I put my hands on her shoulders and roll my mother off me. She slides to the floor, throwing her legs open. Her face is shiny with my juice, and her asshole is still gaping.

"Somebody, please," she moans. "I need to CUM!"

Dad is wiping himself down with the towel and the cleansing wipes. I take the tablet and the burner phone and drop them next to her as Dad drops the towel on her. "We're outta here, Mother."

Naked, Dad and I walk to the front door and out of the house, ignoring her screams.

July 16, 11:11 PM

We're on the interstate, headed southeast.

"Pixie, we need to stop and put clothes on," Dad says as he pulls off into the rest area. "I can't believe you did that."

It's nighttime. Dad pulls into the back of the lot. He reaches behind him to get the clothes he stashed there. I hold his arm. "Hey, no hurry."

"Here?" he asks, looking around. "Really?"

His cock is hard. I climb over him and position myself. He caresses my back. "Pixie, you're the best thing that came out of your father making a really bad decision."

I feel the head of his cock at my entrance. I take the report off the seat, flick on the reading light, and hold it across my breasts as I move and feel him fill me. "That's what you get for getting your sister pregnant."
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