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Men have sex with men. Men have sex with women, women have sex with women. No farm animals were harmed during the writing of this story everybody's eighteen, blah, blah, blah.
Last summer. Pandemic summer. My restaurant, barely surviving. I was down to just serving dinner and had to lay off a lot of help which meant I was in there more and doing more. Oh, I'm Jim, 42. It's that kind of story so, six foot two, 200, blond hair, blue eyes. During the good times, I swim with Susan, my wife. She's 41, built like a swimmer—broad shoulders, trim hips, B chest, brunet hair, brown eyes. We met in college on the swim team. Now, I was keeping it fit as best I could since nothing was open. Oh yeah, that, about seven and a half inches, thick, cut shaved. Susan keeps her pussy shaved too.
My wife is a respiratory nurse, being run ragged. She works days, I work nights. We hadn't spent a night in bed together since March. It was June. She'd get home at five. I was gone by three. I'd get home at midnight. She was deep asleep and needing more than she got. I got up at nine. She had been gone for three hours. Mike, our oldest son, is a nurse also, works in the same hospital as Susan, but in a separate area. He lives over on the south side, with all the hip kids.
Into this maelstrom came Molly, our youngest. Dismissed from college early due to, well, you know.
Molly is a younger version of Susan. Same coloring, same size breasts, same personality, also a swimmer. Was on the team, not anymore. She had arrived yesterday afternoon and was in bed by the time I got home. I sleep naked. Fat lot of good it does me these days. I haven't seen my wife's body in months. Usually, since I'm alone, I go have my breakfast nude. It's quite pleasant. Ha Ha, no, I didn't forget and present myself to my daughter naked. I had running shorts and a tee-shirt.
DAY ONE
She was sitting at the island in the kitchen, reading her tablet. Loose sleep shorts and a tee. I did notice and have for a few years that she was not wearing a bra. I'm conflicted, I do check her out, but that's all. She is a beautiful woman. My sex life with my wife is robust and very satisfying, well, it was.
"Hey, dad."
"Mornin kid. How was the drive?"
She laughed and took a sip of coffee, "Like driving on a runway. Nobody on the road. Got here fifteen minutes sooner than usual."
"How's your mom?"
Molly's eyes went wide, "Dad, she's beat. She's got bags under her eyes you could pack clothes in. You don't look so hot either."
I sat with my coffee and bagel, "Yeah, I know. We're getting by. Gotta tell you, it means a lot, you being here. Kind of a bridge between us and helping hand, ya know?"
Molly slipped off the stool and came into my arms, "I'll tell you what I told mom. I'll do whatever needs to be done."
I hugged her, loving the feel of a body-hugging mine, feeling a little guilty. I released her, put my cup and plate in the dishwasher, "Well, I'm going to take you up on that. We've got laundry and some cleaning to do. With both of us, shouldn't take more than an hour."
While Molly cleaned the kitchen, I got a basket and went up to collect the laundry. My stuff from the closet. On my way out of our room, I wondered if Molly had anything, just being nice.
She had two fat suitcases, still zipped, and her shorts and tee from her drive on the floor. I tossed them in and checked her bathroom. Pink panties, balled up next to the shower. I grabbed them and tossed them on top.
The walk down the basement filled my nose with the scent of my daughter's pussy. By the time I put the basket on the washer, I was hard and conflicted. I stood and stared at them, inches from my nose. It's wrong. She's your daughter. But I remembered as she cleaned up breakfast, no lines, no panties under those shorts—that round firm ass. I put my hand over my shorts, holding my erection as I took her panties in my other hand and brought them to my nose, inhaling her musky wonder. I extended my tongue, tasting, imagining. I wanted to masturbate, cum, cum smelling my daughter's panties. No, it's wrong. I tossed them in the washer just as her voice from behind startled me.
"Hey, thanks for grabbing my stuff. I need to unpack."
"No problem."
Molly thumped back upstairs as I exhaled. That could have been very bad.
The rest of the day was uneventful. We got dressed, finished cleaning the house. Went grocery shopping. I took a nap and went to work. Well, one more thing. Before I napped, after I closed and locked the bedroom door, I masturbated. Hadn't done that in weeks and my thoughts, while I stroked, were a guilty pleasure, my orgasm a groaning joy, mumbling the wrong name. It's only masturbation.
Got home late to a quiet house—a note on the door. "Sorry, babe, I'm in the guest room. I may have been exposed. Probably not. We'll know tomorrow." Lovely, just what I didn't need.
DAY TWO
Molly was up first the next morning, sitting at the island. Tank top, old and stretched, and a very tired pair of shorts, too loose and threadbare. I put a bagel in the toaster, poured my coffee, and sat next to her.
"Thanks for helping yesterday. I never get to nap, and it made all the difference."
"No problem, dad. I talked to mom last night about being exposed. She wanted me to stay in my room. I made her dinner and went to my room. When she left to go to the guest room, I cleaned up. You'd think I cured COVID she was so happy."
I laughed, "Molly, you might just save us yet."
She laughed as the toaster dinged, "I got this, dad."
I watched. It was like slow motion. My daughter swung her left leg out to dismount the stool—those old shorts, tired and stretched out. The leg opening wide. A stretch of white muscular thigh and hair. Pubic hair, bushy, brown. And just like that, she was off the stool and getting me my breakfast while I tried to conceal my erection.
Molly came back with a plate and a napkin pinned between her finger and the plate. As she put the plate down, the napkin got loose and fluttered down to the floor.
"Hold on, dad."
She kneeled, the tank top sagged, and there they were. Two perfect breasts, nipples hard, skin so smooth. She snapped up the napkin, and I got my eyes off her breasts.
"Here ya go."
By the time I finished breakfast, my erection had faded. Molly cleaned the kitchen. I fought my urge to watch and went to collect the laundry.
I bumped open Molly's door, expecting to see a heap of laundry. Instead, the room was neat as a pin. She must have done hers while still at college. There were just yesterday's outfit and the g-string. Black, sitting on top of the shorts and tee she wore yesterday. I took that g-string and held it as I loaded the clothes in the basket. Then I put it to my nose. The spot where the triangle met the string. Right where the string would part her pussy lips. Her scent was different from Susan's. I loved it. I didn't care if it was wrong. It was only a sniff.
In the laundry room in the basement, I put her black G-string to my nose again. I could hear her walking around upstairs. I was hard, so very hard. I reached up the leg of my shorts and took out my rigid cock. I masturbated, sniffing my daughter's underwear. I tried to make it last, but I failed. In about two minutes, I was cumming all over the front of the washer. Then I noticed no footsteps. I snapped around, nobody. Then I heard Molly walking again. I wiped up my cum with her undies and tossed them in the wash. Masturbating in the laundry room, not a good idea.
I napped again but had to go in earlier. That night, text from Susan, "all clear, but I will stay in the guest room one more night." Good news. What's the difference anyway. We can't have sex because of our schedules. I got home at eleven-thirty, early, unusual, but my team worked fast that night. The house was dark, so I was quiet. As I walked past Molly's door, I heard her. I've watched her mother masturbate. I knew the sounds. I paused and rubbed my hard cock through my pants. She was cumming, muffled deep gasps, and more. I stopped touching myself and stepped quickly to my bedroom.
DAY THREE
Sitting in the kitchen the next morning, alone. Molly came in wearing a worn-out tee shirt from some boyband she loved as a teenager. It was small on her now and came down just enough to cover her butt and make me curious what undies she had today.
"Hey, dad. You get mom's texts?"
"Yes, she left me a note last night but sent me a text this morning. How is she?"
Molly stepped over to the counter, "A couple of good night's sleep, and she is so much better, happier."
"See, kid, you did some cleaning, shopping, cooked a meal or two. You saved us."
Molly reached up to get a cup, "I told you, dad, whatever it takes."
A thong under that tee shirt. Purple. The thin strip of fabric tight between the flanks of her firm, perfect ass. My penis swelled in my shorts. Molly dropped back down, poured my coffee, and delivered my bagel.
"Be right back, dad."
I was taking the last sip of my second cup of coffee when she came back in and grabbed my cup and plate, "Time to clean up. Go do your chores, sir. If you're caught up on your sleep, maybe we can watch a movie."
My daughter took my cup and plate from my hands, pivoted, and bent to put them in the dishwasher.
Nothing. Nothing under that tee shirt now. Just the firm round mounds of my daughter's ass with a tuft of fur just visible at the apex. She took a second to rearrange. I left the kitchen, hiding my erection. This is killing me.
With a basket of laundry in my arms, I stood and stared. In the movies, it would have had a glowing circle around it. The purple thong, lying, perfectly arranged in her doorway. The gusset facing me, darker. I looked over my shoulder, then put the basket down and picked up my daughter's underwear and put the gusset in my mouth. She had cum in it. It was soaked. She tasted wonderful. This was a gift to me—a wrong gift. As I stroked my penis while tasting her, I noticed her bed, open, covers thrown back. A big dark spot in the middle, big. I felt my cum rising as I thought, 'she must cum a lot.' I doubled over as I came, quickly holding her soaked thong and cumming on the gusset. It was so wrong, but it felt so good. It's our little secret. I can play this game. It'll work till things get more regular. It's only masturbation. I said it to myself again, hoping I might believe it the second time. I left the thong on her floor, knowing.
Susan had re-made the guest room bed. Perfect as usual. I put the laundry in the basement and went upstairs. Molly was on the couch wearing one of my old dress shirts.
"Where you going?"
"Gonna get dressed."
"Nah, never mind that. Let's watch a movie and talk."
I was a little uncomfortable sitting next to my daughter on the couch in only a tee shirt and a pair of worn running shorts. Molly clicked on some Rom-com and snuggled up to me. There were two open buttons, not enough to see anything but the swell of her breasts under the fabric and the points of her nipples. The tails were long enough to go halfway down her thighs, leaving me wondering. I watched the TV, not wanting to embarrass myself.
"How's college?"
Molly clicked off the movie and went searching. "I've seen that one. It's boring. Well, I love college. It was great till this fucking virus. Swim team was great, classes great, friends, all good."
I nudged into the shoulder she had up against mine, "Boyfriends?"
Molly looked up, catching my eye, "Getting a little personal there, dad?"
I laughed, "Not my intent, just wondering how many guys my beautiful daughter had to fend off to keep that 3.0 average."
Her searching had her up in the pay-per-view channels now, "Well, I'll tell you, but you have to let me know when I've gone too far. You know, TMI."
I put my arm around her, letting my fingers wrap over her shoulder, "Well, I'm an adult, Molly. Try me."
Molly stopped on some steamy adult romance movie. The sound was high and, as she adjusted it down, I just caught her whisper, "I am too, be careful what you offer." I don't think she knew she said it out loud.
"Well, I looked forward to college life. My high school experiences with boys, including the loss of my virginity my senior year, had been unremarkable."
Wow, she didn't waste any time, "Um, my daughter, you sure you want to share all this?"
She looked up at me with a magnetic smile, "TMI already?"
Okay, that was a challenge. Being male, I naturally react by accepting.
"I'm okay if you're okay."
I opened the rhetorical door, and my daughter strolled in.
"We're adults, dad. It's okay. I'm thirsty. You want a soda?"
"Yeah, that's nice."
She popped up off the couch. The shirt behaved, much to my dismay, and kept her covered. She was back in a minute with two cans of soda and one more button undone. She carefully handed me a can and settled back next to me, giving me no view.
"So, I don't know why, but I thought college men would be men. They're not. They are boys in college. The same sort of shallow, self-absorbed kids I was fending off at Millard Filmore High. I have needs, and a relationship is a lot of work. Particularly when I have to do all that work."
"Well, since we are being so adult, why don't get a, what do you all call it, a fuckbuddy?"
Molly snorted in her soda, "DAD! Really? I cannot believe my father would suggest such a thing."
I shrugged, "Well, I hear it's a thing. You get a friend, who I guess isn't relationship material but is good at satisfying you, right?"
Molly laughed, "Yeah, that's the pitch. I have a few friends that tried that. Not as advertised. Short story, they're married and cheating, or quick shooters, ya know? No. Like you, I'm stuck being celibate and employing the age-old solution."
My daughter put her can of soda down and snuggled up to me, "What I need is someone like my dad. Smart, funny, caring, romantic, mature, and in tune with a woman's sexual needs."
I looked around the room, "What? Who's that guy? And just what do you know about that last part?"
"I grew up in this house, and I have excellent ears. Say no more."
The movie was starting. Must be Pay per view because the opening scene had the two characters making out like crazy as they piled through a hotel room door. Kissing and groaning, taking off their clothes. I shifted, and my hand landed on the outside of my leg, up against Molly's. I fought the reflex to move it when I got no response. In a few seconds, her hand was on her leg, touching mine. The action on-screen heated up—breasts and butts and moaning. Molly jumped up. Hopefully, not in a reaction to the erection I was fighting.
"You got the AC on Nome or something? It's freezing in here."
"Helps us sleep. Sorry, go turn it higher."
Molly grabbed a fleece blanket, "Nah, we can use this."
She snuggled back up to me, spreading and pulling up the blanket. Managing all that with only a quick flash of green from under the shirt. She snuggled up right next to me, our legs in complete contact. I felt guilty, wary, curious, and horny.
On the screen, the man was doing an R version of licking her pussy. She, of course, was doing an R version of loving it. Molly sighed and lay her hand on my thigh, just above my knee, "See, that's what I need. I need that guy to stop by once a week."
The guy was my age. I put my hand just above her knee and laughed lightly, "He's old, nearly my age. He'd never keep up with you."
Molly ran her hand along my thigh for about six inches, back and forth, "I'd love to have him try."
I did the same to her thigh. Her hand was still a ways away from my ridiculously hard cock, and as I moved my hand, I stayed south of her center. It was nice being touched in this way by a woman, even if it was my daughter. My guilt and fear were manifest, my needs in conflict.
"It's the movies, my daughter, not real life."
Her hand kept up its motion, moving up a little. I mimicked, letting my fingers trace the smooth skin on the inside of her thigh. Her breathing got deeper. I felt her other leg move out. My heart rate was picking up. I should stop this. I'm the real adult. Susan would kill me if she knew. My hand didn't leave.
She leaned her head on my shoulder, "Yeah, I know. I just want some guy I can trust who cares enough to satisfy me. I know a lot of my girlfriends don't like sucking and hate the taste. I sure don't. Gotta be a guy that wants that."
Her pinky was getting very close to the edge of the leg of my shorts and the head of my hard cock.
I laughed nervously, "Yeah, there are, but they're married."
She looked up at me, "S'ok, I just want to borrow them."
I had not been paying attention to my hand until my big fat pinky felt cotton. I froze. Molly's pinky was just touching the leg of my shorts.
"I don't think their wives would like that."
Her finger toyed with the hem of the leg of my shorts, "Well, I could help them too. Or maybe they could watch."
My breathing was difficult. I could feel the edge of her thong, right at the crease in her thigh. She'd have sex with a woman? This was some TMI day.
Molly's phone went off, and we both jumped afoot. Our hands shot back like we'd been caught. It was Susan. Molly talked briefly and closed the call. We were panting.
"Mom needs some form she left here. She called me, didn't want to wake you. I'm gonna go and deliver it."
"Sounds good. I think I'll nap."
Molly leaned over and kissed me, right on the corner of my mouth, "Yeah, nap. Good idea."
She slipped out from under the blanket. I swear she did it so I could keep my hard cock covered. As the blanket dropped down, a waft of air came out, filled with the scent of her pussy.
Molly left. I showered and lay naked on my bed, stroking my hard cock, thinking about what my daughter's pussy would feel like, taste like, cum like. I came hard and felt no guilt. My daughter was leading me, asking me, needing me. It'll be our secret till Susan, and I get back in sync.
Cases were finally dropping. More people felt comfortable going out to eat. We had a busy and late night. I sent a text to Molly and Susan saying I'd be home around twelve-thirty.
I got in at twelve-forty and padded to my room naked, pausing at Molly's door. Silence. I showered and slipped into bed next to my naked wife. I couldn't resist. I touched her firm ass. She was lying on her side, one leg pulled up. I moved my hand between her legs. She was wet, so wonderfully wet. She must have masturbated.
DAY FOUR
I woke the next morning. Somebody was in bed with me. I rolled over and found myself looking at my daughter in a thong and tee-shirt, lying on top of the sheet, staring at me.
"You're beautiful when your sleeping, dad."
I laughed lightly, "Beautiful. Okay."
She had her head propped up on one arm, "Really, I've watched my father forever. Mowing the lawn, watching TV, hugging mom." She paused, "And showering and changing."
On my side, head on a couple of pillows, not sure I heard that, "what?"
Molly blushed, "you heard me. It was only once. The door wasn't shut all the way. You pulled back the curtain, and there you were. I was fascinated. I'd never seen a naked man, and here was my favorite. I stayed there as you dried yourself. Your strong hands holding your penis and balls with the towel. I ran away when you moved towards the door. Another time I saw you leave the bathroom after a shower. You had a towel around you. You were in a hurry, and the bedroom door didn't latch. I watched you drop the towel, adjust your soft cock and balls. You got your briefs and slid them up your legs, covering your penis, hiding it from my view."
"I never knew."
"I know. You have always been so good. I have a friend. Her dad is always stealing her panties to masturbate."
That was interesting. I'd been tempted but never, until this week, took action, "How does she feel about that?"
"Don't know. We were drunk, and the conversation went elsewhere. But I thought it interesting that he obviously had done it more than once, and she hadn't put a stop to it. But my father never did, until..."
I could not figure out where this was going. After yesterday I would not have been surprised to have my daughter wake me by putting my cock in her mouth. Not this. Is she talking us off a ledge?
"These are interesting times."
Molly went on as if I had not answered, "You were so respectful, so good. It took me a while to finally catch you. Catch you looking at me like a woman and not just your daughter."
"A father should not do that. I was wrong."
Molly leaned over and kissed my forehead, "Thank you, but you have to know what effect that had on your little girl. When I caught you looking at my ass and the pubic hair sticking out around my bikini, I was energized. The man I most admired saw me as a woman."
"It's wrong. I'm sorry."
She kissed my forehead again, "No, it's natural. I'm on a Reddit page. Dads scope their daughters all the time. Girls have caught their dads masturbating, watching them."
"That would be awful."
"Yeah, I can see that. But, I don't think all the girls were repulsed by it, judging from the responses."
"What do you mean?"
Molly gave me one of those,' you've got to be kidding me' looks, "I think they wanted or got what my father and I were starting yesterday."
"I was over the line, not thinking."
Molly rolled away from me and got up. She stood on the bed, straddling my legs. She had white hipster panties on and a yellow tee-shirt that just touched the waistband. She looked down at me, now trapped under the sheet.
"I was. I was thinking. I've been thinking a lot since I got home. These are interesting times. Nothing is normal, and the stresses are overwhelming. I saw my mother and father, zombies, going day to day, just surviving. Never enough sleep, no time together. No love. I worked, cooked, cleaned, so you two could rest. Now I have my father back, rested. But now I'll tell you. I saw you. I saw you sniff my pink panties. I watched you cum with my black G-string. I heard you masturbate, saying my name. You left a cum-filled purple thong. We have a problem."
I was staring at her rigid nipples pushing the tee shirt out. The mound of her pussy, the hairs sticking out of the edges of her panties, and what looked like a wet spot between her legs.
"Yes, Molly, we do."
"Yesterday, on the couch, under that blanket, you almost touched me."
"Yes."
"Why?"
Wow, that threw me. There was no safe answer, "Because I wanted to feel my daughter's vagina. I wanted to know if you were wet and excited. I am so needy, and my judgment is gone."
The sheet was just over my belly. Molly stepped closer until her feet were under my arms above where the sheet covered me. I was looking up at an expanding wet spot.
"Do you still want to touch your daughter?"
My breathing was irregular. I reminded myself we are both adults. Shamefully, I gave no thought about my wife.
"Yes, Molly, I want to touch you."
She looked down at me, through her modest cleavage, "Touch me, father, please."
She twitched as my fingers ran up the front of her thigh. She was panting. I watched my hand as I moved it closer, now at the joint of her hip. Touching the edge of the left leg opening. Molly moaned, her eyes on mine. The cotton was soft under my fingers. I moved up, running along the waistband and over and down her other leg, following the hem of the garment. Back up to the waistband and over, stopping just under her belly button, pausing. Molly bit her lip, "More father, please."
One finger touching the elastic waistband, pressing just enough to dent her soft skin. Trailing down, feeling the pubic hair under the fabric. I paused as my finger sensed the top of her vagina. My daughter groaned, "oh, daddy." I moved my finger slowly lower, pressing the fabric into the folds of her sex. When I got to where her opening should be, she shook, and wetness filled the cotton at the tip of my finger.
"I just came, father."
I kept my finger there. Pressing just a little and moving, loving the feel of the soaked fabric, knowing what was still covered.
"Thank you, my daughter. That was nice. Show daddy your breasts, Molly."
She groaned and flipped off her shirt, letting it flutter to the floor.
"Do you like them, father? I know you've peeked."
My finger toyed with the cotton-covered wet outline of her vaginal lips, "They are wonderful."
She pushed them together, "I don't think you can fuck them, father."
I pressed a little harder, forcing fabric up into her crease, "No, maybe not. But I can cum all over them." She groaned again.
"Do you have an erection, father?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because touching my daughter's soaking wet pussy through her panties and looking at her amazing breasts excites me beyond words."
"Show me. I've never seen your hard cock."
I flipped the sheet off my body. My cock was so hard, it was nearly purple.
"You shave your cock. Makes it look bigger."
"More fun to suck too. No random hairs."
"What do you want to do with that beautiful erect penis, father?"
I had two fingers massaging my daughter's panty crotch, "I want to put it inside my daughter."
Molly twitched again, and my hand felt another surge of wetness.
"Where do you want to put that cock, father?"
"In my daughter's mouth. In my daughter's vagina..."
Molly panted, "In her asshole too?"
My fingers pressed the fabric in again, further back, over her other hole, "If she wants. I'd put my hard cock in her tight little college girl asshole."
"Ohhhhh fuuuuccckkk." She groaned, "I've never done that. I'd let you. Take them off, please."
My fingers slipped under the elastic, next to her warm skin. I pulled the panty down. Molly moved one leg between mine so I could slide my daughter's underwear down her long muscular legs. The waistband went lower, uncovering the top of her pubic hair. Lower, lower, now the waistband was below her apex, but the fabric was still tight in her sex. I pulled a little, and it came free, a tail of girl cum staying connected for another second. Molly stepped out of her panties.
"Would you like them as a souvenir?"
I put them to my mouth, "Maybe, but I want to put my mouth where they were."
Molly carefully lowered herself and stretched her body over mine.
"This is the culmination of a long-held fantasy. Father, I want you to cum in my mouth. Cum on my face, my body, and yes, up my ass. But first, daddy, I need you to fuck your daughter as hard as you can."
"Molly, can you feel my erection?"
She shifted her hips. My cock was pressed between us, "Yes, father, I can."
I pulled her face to mine until our lips brushed as I spoke, just above a whisper.
"I want to feel the head of my penis touch your pussy lips, wetting me. I want to push in, spreading you, filling you, loving the wicked wrongness of it. I want to cum inside you. I want to put my cock in my daughter's pussy and cum hard."
We kissed, tongues clashing as Molly moved, adjusted, took my penis in her small hand, and put the tip at her sodden entrance. She broke our kiss.
"Father, stick it in me, now."
We moved together. The head of my cock, spreading her lips, bathed in her need. More, the head of my cock in her. In the most forbidden place, it could ever be. Warm, wet. We were eye to eye as we worked to get all of my daddy cock inside my daughter. Molly kissed me again and moaned, "Better than I ever imagined. More daddy, give me all of you."
Her pubic hair pressed against my shaved skin as I touched her cervix. We were fully joined, the crime complete. Molly touched my face.
"I love you, dad. Now more than ever."
"I love you too, Molly. And thank you."
She smiled, "Don't thank me yet. We're just getting started."
As the morning sun filled the room with light and warmth, my daughter rode my cock. My hands covered her modest breasts, flicking her nipples. My thighs were wet with her orgasms—our bodies squishing as we committed a crime. Molly came again, more wetness soaking the bed. I was surprised I had lasted so long. The wickedness, the wrongness fueled my lust. My daughter's pussy was tight and so wet. Her pubic hair, filled with her liquid lust. Panting, looking at me.
"I'm riding my father's cock. My dad is fucking me. Fucking my wet pussy."
"Your father is going to cum in that wet daughter pussy soon."
She groaned, "Do it, dad. Cum in me. Flood me. Fill me."
That did it. Coming up from my toes, a tingle, a surge, an electric current of cum jetted out of me, almost painful. It was so strong.
"Oh fuck, you're cumming in my pussy, daddy."
I felt like I came forever. Bolt after bolt, deep in Molly's pussy. Her hips hard against mine. She came on me again.
My daughter collapsed on top of me. We were a sweaty mess, panting.
"Father, that was the best fuck I've ever had."
I ran my hand over her sweaty back and let it rest on the curve of her firm ass, "Well, I'm no kid, so it may be a while before the second round."
Molly reached over to the nightstand and then brought her hand back. Leaning up, she released a handful of blue pills across my sweaty chest.
"Then start taking these, Father. I need more of my dad's cock in me."
I suppose this would have been an excellent time to have that after sex meaningful talk about fucking your relatives, but I wasn't interested. We'd gone over the fence, and I was going to enjoy grazing in the forbidden pasture.
I gently rolled my daughter off me, half rolled on top of her, and kissed her. We explored each other's mouth, my hands full of her breasts, Molly toying with my nipples. Maybe that pill was working already. I released her mouth and trailed my tongue down to her chest. Over and around a breast, sucking her nipple loudly.
"Oh, fuck, gonna cum, daddy."
She did, twitching and panting. I kissed lower, over her belly, my objective clear.
"What are you going to do, Father?"
My tongue toyed with long brunet hairs at the edge of her pubic mound, "I'm going to eat my daughter's pussy. I want to taste her cum as it flows into my mouth."
"Fuck, that's nasty. But, daddy, you just came in me."
I had moved around. I was lying between her legs, looking up at her. My face inches from her sex, "Yeah, so? I've tasted cum before."
"Dad, you've...?"
"Say it, daughter."
She gasped the words out as my tongue ran from the bottom of her slit up. Parting, plowing through her pubic hair. The taste of her, and me, on my tongue."
"Has my daddy sucked cock?"
A flick of her clit with my tongue, she gasped, "Yes, my girl. Daddy has had a cock in his mouth, cumming all over his tongue."
"Wow, that's so..."
"What's the big deal? Have you ever licked a pussy?"
My mouth covered her clitoris, my fingers were slowly entering her, turning up to get that spot.
"Well, yeah, but..."
"That's our fucked up culture. Girls can get it on, and it's hot. Guys do it, and it's gay. It ain't gay, baby. It's fun. Just like you and another girl, something different. Now, please lay back and let me lick your pussy."
Her cute inner pussy lips were shiny wet, and open. Her cum and mine drooled out. The hair was matted and glossy. Molly sighed as I ran my tongue up her slit, "Oh, I have to shave, daddy. You'll like it so much more."
"I like it just fine. I love having my mouth on your pussy."
She groaned again, "Oh fuck, just you talking like that could make me cum."
I nibbled at her lips and licked, tasting us. I let my tongue flick her clit, hard and needy, sticking out. Molly's hand moved to hold my head, "Eat me, father. Eat your little girl's pussy till she cums all over your face."
I buried my face into my daughter's vagina. I licked, I plunged my tongue in her entrance as she came. The rest of me and more of her pouring out. I fingered her g-spot as I sucked her clit like a little cock. She finally gently pressed my head away.
"Oh, daddy, that's enough. I gotta rest."
We lay in silence for a few minutes. A lot to say, but not feeling the right time. Molly moved lower, took my soft cock in her hand.
"Daddy, I'm going to blow you. Suck your cock. I'm going to put my father's penis in my mouth, make it hard and make it cum. I love the taste of cum."
I watched as her soft, young mouth captured my cock, now a little chubby from her slutty talk. Our eyes met as she took all of me. Her mouth, warm and wet, the idea, the act, so wrong but so exciting because of its wrongness. My daughter is blowing me and loves it. I was fully erect now, yearning to fill her mouth with my cum.
She took her mouth off my cock, "got you all cleaned up. You tasted like me."
"You don't mind?"
She actually blushed, "No, dad, I don't. I like the taste of pussy too."
That made my cock twitch as she took me back in, her tongue bathing the head as her lips descended to the base. Taking me all. She was in no hurry. Molly made love to my cock, licking, touching, exploring. Taking my balls into her mouth, licking me just under my balls. She paused again, holding my hard cock.
"I love this. I love exploring every bit of my father's sex. Anytime, dad. Anytime you want me to blow you, just take out your cock. I'll suck you, my daddy, and you will cum in my mouth."
She was getting serious about making me cum now. Her small hands moved up my chest and captured my nipples.
"Anytime, Molly? In the living room, while mom does the dishes?"
She moaned approval.
"In the garage, after I mow the lawn. When my cock will be hot and sweaty?"
She sucked me harder.
"If I come in your room at night, in the dark, and rub my erection on your face to wake you?"
She sped up. Her fingers pinched my nipples. How did she know that was my weakness?
"I'm going to cum, Molly. Cum in my little girl's mouth."
She took just the head of my cock and caressed it with her lips and tongue. I was there.
"Cumming baby."
The tingle rose from my feet, through my sack, and then I was there, jetting my sperm into my daughter's gulping mouth. She didn't miss a drop. I touched her head when it got too intense. She released me and crawled to lay on top of me. Her warm, young body felt so good. I held her firm round flanks in my hands as she kissed me. We kissed, deep and hard. I tasted my cum as my tongue explored her mouth, wrestled with hers. So much sexual energy, fueled by the taboo. Our secret.
Typical male. I fell asleep. I woke up. Something was rubbing my face. Something wet, slightly musky. I opened my eyes, looking straight up my daughter's body to her grinning face. She was rubbing her freshly shaved vagina on my face.
"Like it? Now you can suck my smooth pussy. I did it while you napped. I shave for the team. Those suits hide nothing. We even have a thing to put in, so our pussy lips don't imprint on the Lycra. Sometimes we don't use them. I get great looks from guys visiting practice and from more women than I thought."
My daughter held the headboard and rode my face. I loved her smooth pussy. My tongue went deep, she moaned. I fingered her rosebud. She came all over my face. I put my hands on her hot little ass and moved her forward till my tongue explored her asshole.
"Oh fuck! Nobody's ever done that. Lick my asshole, daddy. You're so fukin nasty!"
She came on my face, again, bathing me in her essence. Then she jumped off. My cock was rigid, needy.
"Daddy, you're gonna fuck me in every room. Come on."
On the Ottoman in the living room, the blinds wide open, the day bright and clear, the street not twenty feet away. Molly, on her back, legs over my shoulders as I pounded her.
"Hard, daddy, fuck me hard. I like it. But don't cum."
In the kitchen, her on the island, me on a stool, licking her pussy and her asshole. She came, covering the butcher block.
"Food prep will never be the same." She laughed as she jumped down."
Sitting on the toilet in the powder room, sucking my cock. Both of us on top of the dining room table, fucking like monkeys. In the guest room, on the floor, Molly on her hands and knees, me behind her, hands clamped on her hips, fucking hard, skin slapping, her juices splashing. The upstairs bathroom, her bent over the sink taking me.
She entered her room, pulled back the bed, and lay on it. Her pussy was red and wet from our rampant fucking.
"Here, daddy, I want it slow. Come to me, lay on top of me. Enter me slowly, love me. I've laid in this bed so many times, masturbating, imagining this moment. Make it real."
We did. On top of her, held up by my arm, kissing, slow sensuous, probing. Exploring with our hands, like it was the first time. Then, ready, my penis at her entrance, eye to eye as I slid my rigid cock into my daughter's pussy on her childhood bed, our forbidden coupling taken to the final frontier. She came three times before I couldn't hold back anymore and came inside her, groaning, emptying, spent.
We ate, finally. Walking around the kitchen naked, giggling like kids. My daughter sent me to the shower and bed, alone. We both know I needed to rest.
Yes, she did wake me by sucking my cock.
"Hey, daddy. I let you sleep as long as I could. You've got just enough time to fuck the shit out of me and leave."
I laughed as she got on all fours next to me. I got behind her and rammed her, plunging my cock into her sodden pussy, still dripping with our collective fluids. Her face in the sheets, her hands gripping the fabric, moaning, bucking, taking my cock like a pro. She felt different from Susan, not better, just different. I don't know what's ahead, but I'm going to have trouble giving up having my cock in my daughter.
Molly groaned as I came, ramming deep and shooting my cum against her cervix. We collapsed, sweaty and satisfied.
"Go, shower, you're going to be late."
My night was great. All night, nothing could annoy me. I thought about what Molly felt like, smelled like, tasted like. By closing, I was tired but still euphoric.
I showered and slipped into bed naked. Susan lay on her side facing away, naked. My hand touched her. I thought she was asleep.
"It's slowed down." She said.
"Good. That's great."
"Yeah, I'm taking tomorrow off."
Wow. I know what I want to do on her day off. I want to explore my wife, every inch of her. It's been so long. Molly is fun, but this is my wife. However, Susan's not going to like getting wild with Molly here. But there is now.
Susan rolled to face me. I took her into my arms.
"I love you. I've missed you so much."
She reached down and gently took my hard cock in her hand.
"I love this. We can talk all day. But what I really need right now is for my lover, my husband, to fuck me. Baby, I need your cock."
I did. I mounted my wife from behind, one of her favorites. Her pussy was smooth, wet, open. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slick vagina.
"Stop teasing me. Fuck your wife."
I rammed my cock in. All the way, hard, my hips driving hers.
"Yes! Oh yes, more, more."
It was getting noisy. I was sure Molly could hear us. I got even more excited picturing my daughter masturbating, listening to her parents fuck.
Susan came, hard, her fluids gushed between us.
"More, Jim, more. Harder. I'm so needy."
If I fucked her any harder, I'd be in front of her. My big hands pulled her trim hips into my plunging cock. I was in heaven. Susan gushed around my cock again. I couldn't hold back. "Gonna cum in your hot pussy, baby."
Grunting, "Yeah, fuck me, fill me. Give it to me."
* * * * *
Last summer. Pandemic summer. My restaurant, barely surviving. I was down to just serving dinner and had to lay off a lot of help which meant I was in there more and doing more. Oh, I'm Jim, 42. It's that kind of story so, six foot two, 200, blond hair, blue eyes. During the good times, I swim with Susan, my wife. She's 41, built like a swimmer—broad shoulders, trim hips, B chest, brunet hair, brown eyes. We met in college on the swim team. Now, I was keeping it fit as best I could since nothing was open. Oh yeah, that, about seven and a half inches, thick, cut shaved. Susan keeps her pussy shaved too.
My wife is a respiratory nurse, being run ragged. She works days, I work nights. We hadn't spent a night in bed together since March. It was June. She'd get home at five. I was gone by three. I'd get home at midnight. She was deep asleep and needing more than she got. I got up at nine. She had been gone for three hours. Mike, our oldest son, is a nurse also, works in the same hospital as Susan, but in a separate area. He lives over on the south side, with all the hip kids.
Into this maelstrom came Molly, our youngest. Dismissed from college early due to, well, you know.
Molly is a younger version of Susan. Same coloring, same size breasts, same personality, also a swimmer. Was on the team, not anymore. She had arrived yesterday afternoon and was in bed by the time I got home. I sleep naked. Fat lot of good it does me these days. I haven't seen my wife's body in months. Usually, since I'm alone, I go have my breakfast nude. It's quite pleasant. Ha Ha, no, I didn't forget and present myself to my daughter naked. I had running shorts and a tee-shirt.
DAY ONE
She was sitting at the island in the kitchen, reading her tablet. Loose sleep shorts and a tee. I did notice and have for a few years that she was not wearing a bra. I'm conflicted, I do check her out, but that's all. She is a beautiful woman. My sex life with my wife is robust and very satisfying, well, it was.
"Hey, dad."
"Mornin kid. How was the drive?"
She laughed and took a sip of coffee, "Like driving on a runway. Nobody on the road. Got here fifteen minutes sooner than usual."
"How's your mom?"
Molly's eyes went wide, "Dad, she's beat. She's got bags under her eyes you could pack clothes in. You don't look so hot either."
I sat with my coffee and bagel, "Yeah, I know. We're getting by. Gotta tell you, it means a lot, you being here. Kind of a bridge between us and helping hand, ya know?"
Molly slipped off the stool and came into my arms, "I'll tell you what I told mom. I'll do whatever needs to be done."
I hugged her, loving the feel of a body-hugging mine, feeling a little guilty. I released her, put my cup and plate in the dishwasher, "Well, I'm going to take you up on that. We've got laundry and some cleaning to do. With both of us, shouldn't take more than an hour."
While Molly cleaned the kitchen, I got a basket and went up to collect the laundry. My stuff from the closet. On my way out of our room, I wondered if Molly had anything, just being nice.
She had two fat suitcases, still zipped, and her shorts and tee from her drive on the floor. I tossed them in and checked her bathroom. Pink panties, balled up next to the shower. I grabbed them and tossed them on top.
The walk down the basement filled my nose with the scent of my daughter's pussy. By the time I put the basket on the washer, I was hard and conflicted. I stood and stared at them, inches from my nose. It's wrong. She's your daughter. But I remembered as she cleaned up breakfast, no lines, no panties under those shorts—that round firm ass. I put my hand over my shorts, holding my erection as I took her panties in my other hand and brought them to my nose, inhaling her musky wonder. I extended my tongue, tasting, imagining. I wanted to masturbate, cum, cum smelling my daughter's panties. No, it's wrong. I tossed them in the washer just as her voice from behind startled me.
"Hey, thanks for grabbing my stuff. I need to unpack."
"No problem."
Molly thumped back upstairs as I exhaled. That could have been very bad.
The rest of the day was uneventful. We got dressed, finished cleaning the house. Went grocery shopping. I took a nap and went to work. Well, one more thing. Before I napped, after I closed and locked the bedroom door, I masturbated. Hadn't done that in weeks and my thoughts, while I stroked, were a guilty pleasure, my orgasm a groaning joy, mumbling the wrong name. It's only masturbation.
Got home late to a quiet house—a note on the door. "Sorry, babe, I'm in the guest room. I may have been exposed. Probably not. We'll know tomorrow." Lovely, just what I didn't need.
DAY TWO
Molly was up first the next morning, sitting at the island. Tank top, old and stretched, and a very tired pair of shorts, too loose and threadbare. I put a bagel in the toaster, poured my coffee, and sat next to her.
"Thanks for helping yesterday. I never get to nap, and it made all the difference."
"No problem, dad. I talked to mom last night about being exposed. She wanted me to stay in my room. I made her dinner and went to my room. When she left to go to the guest room, I cleaned up. You'd think I cured COVID she was so happy."
I laughed, "Molly, you might just save us yet."
She laughed as the toaster dinged, "I got this, dad."
I watched. It was like slow motion. My daughter swung her left leg out to dismount the stool—those old shorts, tired and stretched out. The leg opening wide. A stretch of white muscular thigh and hair. Pubic hair, bushy, brown. And just like that, she was off the stool and getting me my breakfast while I tried to conceal my erection.
Molly came back with a plate and a napkin pinned between her finger and the plate. As she put the plate down, the napkin got loose and fluttered down to the floor.
"Hold on, dad."
She kneeled, the tank top sagged, and there they were. Two perfect breasts, nipples hard, skin so smooth. She snapped up the napkin, and I got my eyes off her breasts.
"Here ya go."
By the time I finished breakfast, my erection had faded. Molly cleaned the kitchen. I fought my urge to watch and went to collect the laundry.
I bumped open Molly's door, expecting to see a heap of laundry. Instead, the room was neat as a pin. She must have done hers while still at college. There were just yesterday's outfit and the g-string. Black, sitting on top of the shorts and tee she wore yesterday. I took that g-string and held it as I loaded the clothes in the basket. Then I put it to my nose. The spot where the triangle met the string. Right where the string would part her pussy lips. Her scent was different from Susan's. I loved it. I didn't care if it was wrong. It was only a sniff.
In the laundry room in the basement, I put her black G-string to my nose again. I could hear her walking around upstairs. I was hard, so very hard. I reached up the leg of my shorts and took out my rigid cock. I masturbated, sniffing my daughter's underwear. I tried to make it last, but I failed. In about two minutes, I was cumming all over the front of the washer. Then I noticed no footsteps. I snapped around, nobody. Then I heard Molly walking again. I wiped up my cum with her undies and tossed them in the wash. Masturbating in the laundry room, not a good idea.
I napped again but had to go in earlier. That night, text from Susan, "all clear, but I will stay in the guest room one more night." Good news. What's the difference anyway. We can't have sex because of our schedules. I got home at eleven-thirty, early, unusual, but my team worked fast that night. The house was dark, so I was quiet. As I walked past Molly's door, I heard her. I've watched her mother masturbate. I knew the sounds. I paused and rubbed my hard cock through my pants. She was cumming, muffled deep gasps, and more. I stopped touching myself and stepped quickly to my bedroom.
DAY THREE
Sitting in the kitchen the next morning, alone. Molly came in wearing a worn-out tee shirt from some boyband she loved as a teenager. It was small on her now and came down just enough to cover her butt and make me curious what undies she had today.
"Hey, dad. You get mom's texts?"
"Yes, she left me a note last night but sent me a text this morning. How is she?"
Molly stepped over to the counter, "A couple of good night's sleep, and she is so much better, happier."
"See, kid, you did some cleaning, shopping, cooked a meal or two. You saved us."
Molly reached up to get a cup, "I told you, dad, whatever it takes."
A thong under that tee shirt. Purple. The thin strip of fabric tight between the flanks of her firm, perfect ass. My penis swelled in my shorts. Molly dropped back down, poured my coffee, and delivered my bagel.
"Be right back, dad."
I was taking the last sip of my second cup of coffee when she came back in and grabbed my cup and plate, "Time to clean up. Go do your chores, sir. If you're caught up on your sleep, maybe we can watch a movie."
My daughter took my cup and plate from my hands, pivoted, and bent to put them in the dishwasher.
Nothing. Nothing under that tee shirt now. Just the firm round mounds of my daughter's ass with a tuft of fur just visible at the apex. She took a second to rearrange. I left the kitchen, hiding my erection. This is killing me.
With a basket of laundry in my arms, I stood and stared. In the movies, it would have had a glowing circle around it. The purple thong, lying, perfectly arranged in her doorway. The gusset facing me, darker. I looked over my shoulder, then put the basket down and picked up my daughter's underwear and put the gusset in my mouth. She had cum in it. It was soaked. She tasted wonderful. This was a gift to me—a wrong gift. As I stroked my penis while tasting her, I noticed her bed, open, covers thrown back. A big dark spot in the middle, big. I felt my cum rising as I thought, 'she must cum a lot.' I doubled over as I came, quickly holding her soaked thong and cumming on the gusset. It was so wrong, but it felt so good. It's our little secret. I can play this game. It'll work till things get more regular. It's only masturbation. I said it to myself again, hoping I might believe it the second time. I left the thong on her floor, knowing.
Susan had re-made the guest room bed. Perfect as usual. I put the laundry in the basement and went upstairs. Molly was on the couch wearing one of my old dress shirts.
"Where you going?"
"Gonna get dressed."
"Nah, never mind that. Let's watch a movie and talk."
I was a little uncomfortable sitting next to my daughter on the couch in only a tee shirt and a pair of worn running shorts. Molly clicked on some Rom-com and snuggled up to me. There were two open buttons, not enough to see anything but the swell of her breasts under the fabric and the points of her nipples. The tails were long enough to go halfway down her thighs, leaving me wondering. I watched the TV, not wanting to embarrass myself.
"How's college?"
Molly clicked off the movie and went searching. "I've seen that one. It's boring. Well, I love college. It was great till this fucking virus. Swim team was great, classes great, friends, all good."
I nudged into the shoulder she had up against mine, "Boyfriends?"
Molly looked up, catching my eye, "Getting a little personal there, dad?"
I laughed, "Not my intent, just wondering how many guys my beautiful daughter had to fend off to keep that 3.0 average."
Her searching had her up in the pay-per-view channels now, "Well, I'll tell you, but you have to let me know when I've gone too far. You know, TMI."
I put my arm around her, letting my fingers wrap over her shoulder, "Well, I'm an adult, Molly. Try me."
Molly stopped on some steamy adult romance movie. The sound was high and, as she adjusted it down, I just caught her whisper, "I am too, be careful what you offer." I don't think she knew she said it out loud.
"Well, I looked forward to college life. My high school experiences with boys, including the loss of my virginity my senior year, had been unremarkable."
Wow, she didn't waste any time, "Um, my daughter, you sure you want to share all this?"
She looked up at me with a magnetic smile, "TMI already?"
Okay, that was a challenge. Being male, I naturally react by accepting.
"I'm okay if you're okay."
I opened the rhetorical door, and my daughter strolled in.
"We're adults, dad. It's okay. I'm thirsty. You want a soda?"
"Yeah, that's nice."
She popped up off the couch. The shirt behaved, much to my dismay, and kept her covered. She was back in a minute with two cans of soda and one more button undone. She carefully handed me a can and settled back next to me, giving me no view.
"So, I don't know why, but I thought college men would be men. They're not. They are boys in college. The same sort of shallow, self-absorbed kids I was fending off at Millard Filmore High. I have needs, and a relationship is a lot of work. Particularly when I have to do all that work."
"Well, since we are being so adult, why don't get a, what do you all call it, a fuckbuddy?"
Molly snorted in her soda, "DAD! Really? I cannot believe my father would suggest such a thing."
I shrugged, "Well, I hear it's a thing. You get a friend, who I guess isn't relationship material but is good at satisfying you, right?"
Molly laughed, "Yeah, that's the pitch. I have a few friends that tried that. Not as advertised. Short story, they're married and cheating, or quick shooters, ya know? No. Like you, I'm stuck being celibate and employing the age-old solution."
My daughter put her can of soda down and snuggled up to me, "What I need is someone like my dad. Smart, funny, caring, romantic, mature, and in tune with a woman's sexual needs."
I looked around the room, "What? Who's that guy? And just what do you know about that last part?"
"I grew up in this house, and I have excellent ears. Say no more."
The movie was starting. Must be Pay per view because the opening scene had the two characters making out like crazy as they piled through a hotel room door. Kissing and groaning, taking off their clothes. I shifted, and my hand landed on the outside of my leg, up against Molly's. I fought the reflex to move it when I got no response. In a few seconds, her hand was on her leg, touching mine. The action on-screen heated up—breasts and butts and moaning. Molly jumped up. Hopefully, not in a reaction to the erection I was fighting.
"You got the AC on Nome or something? It's freezing in here."
"Helps us sleep. Sorry, go turn it higher."
Molly grabbed a fleece blanket, "Nah, we can use this."
She snuggled back up to me, spreading and pulling up the blanket. Managing all that with only a quick flash of green from under the shirt. She snuggled up right next to me, our legs in complete contact. I felt guilty, wary, curious, and horny.
On the screen, the man was doing an R version of licking her pussy. She, of course, was doing an R version of loving it. Molly sighed and lay her hand on my thigh, just above my knee, "See, that's what I need. I need that guy to stop by once a week."
The guy was my age. I put my hand just above her knee and laughed lightly, "He's old, nearly my age. He'd never keep up with you."
Molly ran her hand along my thigh for about six inches, back and forth, "I'd love to have him try."
I did the same to her thigh. Her hand was still a ways away from my ridiculously hard cock, and as I moved my hand, I stayed south of her center. It was nice being touched in this way by a woman, even if it was my daughter. My guilt and fear were manifest, my needs in conflict.
"It's the movies, my daughter, not real life."
Her hand kept up its motion, moving up a little. I mimicked, letting my fingers trace the smooth skin on the inside of her thigh. Her breathing got deeper. I felt her other leg move out. My heart rate was picking up. I should stop this. I'm the real adult. Susan would kill me if she knew. My hand didn't leave.
She leaned her head on my shoulder, "Yeah, I know. I just want some guy I can trust who cares enough to satisfy me. I know a lot of my girlfriends don't like sucking and hate the taste. I sure don't. Gotta be a guy that wants that."
Her pinky was getting very close to the edge of the leg of my shorts and the head of my hard cock.
I laughed nervously, "Yeah, there are, but they're married."
She looked up at me, "S'ok, I just want to borrow them."
I had not been paying attention to my hand until my big fat pinky felt cotton. I froze. Molly's pinky was just touching the leg of my shorts.
"I don't think their wives would like that."
Her finger toyed with the hem of the leg of my shorts, "Well, I could help them too. Or maybe they could watch."
My breathing was difficult. I could feel the edge of her thong, right at the crease in her thigh. She'd have sex with a woman? This was some TMI day.
Molly's phone went off, and we both jumped afoot. Our hands shot back like we'd been caught. It was Susan. Molly talked briefly and closed the call. We were panting.
"Mom needs some form she left here. She called me, didn't want to wake you. I'm gonna go and deliver it."
"Sounds good. I think I'll nap."
Molly leaned over and kissed me, right on the corner of my mouth, "Yeah, nap. Good idea."
She slipped out from under the blanket. I swear she did it so I could keep my hard cock covered. As the blanket dropped down, a waft of air came out, filled with the scent of her pussy.
Molly left. I showered and lay naked on my bed, stroking my hard cock, thinking about what my daughter's pussy would feel like, taste like, cum like. I came hard and felt no guilt. My daughter was leading me, asking me, needing me. It'll be our secret till Susan, and I get back in sync.
Cases were finally dropping. More people felt comfortable going out to eat. We had a busy and late night. I sent a text to Molly and Susan saying I'd be home around twelve-thirty.
I got in at twelve-forty and padded to my room naked, pausing at Molly's door. Silence. I showered and slipped into bed next to my naked wife. I couldn't resist. I touched her firm ass. She was lying on her side, one leg pulled up. I moved my hand between her legs. She was wet, so wonderfully wet. She must have masturbated.
DAY FOUR
I woke the next morning. Somebody was in bed with me. I rolled over and found myself looking at my daughter in a thong and tee-shirt, lying on top of the sheet, staring at me.
"You're beautiful when your sleeping, dad."
I laughed lightly, "Beautiful. Okay."
She had her head propped up on one arm, "Really, I've watched my father forever. Mowing the lawn, watching TV, hugging mom." She paused, "And showering and changing."
On my side, head on a couple of pillows, not sure I heard that, "what?"
Molly blushed, "you heard me. It was only once. The door wasn't shut all the way. You pulled back the curtain, and there you were. I was fascinated. I'd never seen a naked man, and here was my favorite. I stayed there as you dried yourself. Your strong hands holding your penis and balls with the towel. I ran away when you moved towards the door. Another time I saw you leave the bathroom after a shower. You had a towel around you. You were in a hurry, and the bedroom door didn't latch. I watched you drop the towel, adjust your soft cock and balls. You got your briefs and slid them up your legs, covering your penis, hiding it from my view."
"I never knew."
"I know. You have always been so good. I have a friend. Her dad is always stealing her panties to masturbate."
That was interesting. I'd been tempted but never, until this week, took action, "How does she feel about that?"
"Don't know. We were drunk, and the conversation went elsewhere. But I thought it interesting that he obviously had done it more than once, and she hadn't put a stop to it. But my father never did, until..."
I could not figure out where this was going. After yesterday I would not have been surprised to have my daughter wake me by putting my cock in her mouth. Not this. Is she talking us off a ledge?
"These are interesting times."
Molly went on as if I had not answered, "You were so respectful, so good. It took me a while to finally catch you. Catch you looking at me like a woman and not just your daughter."
"A father should not do that. I was wrong."
Molly leaned over and kissed my forehead, "Thank you, but you have to know what effect that had on your little girl. When I caught you looking at my ass and the pubic hair sticking out around my bikini, I was energized. The man I most admired saw me as a woman."
"It's wrong. I'm sorry."
She kissed my forehead again, "No, it's natural. I'm on a Reddit page. Dads scope their daughters all the time. Girls have caught their dads masturbating, watching them."
"That would be awful."
"Yeah, I can see that. But, I don't think all the girls were repulsed by it, judging from the responses."
"What do you mean?"
Molly gave me one of those,' you've got to be kidding me' looks, "I think they wanted or got what my father and I were starting yesterday."
"I was over the line, not thinking."
Molly rolled away from me and got up. She stood on the bed, straddling my legs. She had white hipster panties on and a yellow tee-shirt that just touched the waistband. She looked down at me, now trapped under the sheet.
"I was. I was thinking. I've been thinking a lot since I got home. These are interesting times. Nothing is normal, and the stresses are overwhelming. I saw my mother and father, zombies, going day to day, just surviving. Never enough sleep, no time together. No love. I worked, cooked, cleaned, so you two could rest. Now I have my father back, rested. But now I'll tell you. I saw you. I saw you sniff my pink panties. I watched you cum with my black G-string. I heard you masturbate, saying my name. You left a cum-filled purple thong. We have a problem."
I was staring at her rigid nipples pushing the tee shirt out. The mound of her pussy, the hairs sticking out of the edges of her panties, and what looked like a wet spot between her legs.
"Yes, Molly, we do."
"Yesterday, on the couch, under that blanket, you almost touched me."
"Yes."
"Why?"
Wow, that threw me. There was no safe answer, "Because I wanted to feel my daughter's vagina. I wanted to know if you were wet and excited. I am so needy, and my judgment is gone."
The sheet was just over my belly. Molly stepped closer until her feet were under my arms above where the sheet covered me. I was looking up at an expanding wet spot.
"Do you still want to touch your daughter?"
My breathing was irregular. I reminded myself we are both adults. Shamefully, I gave no thought about my wife.
"Yes, Molly, I want to touch you."
She looked down at me, through her modest cleavage, "Touch me, father, please."
She twitched as my fingers ran up the front of her thigh. She was panting. I watched my hand as I moved it closer, now at the joint of her hip. Touching the edge of the left leg opening. Molly moaned, her eyes on mine. The cotton was soft under my fingers. I moved up, running along the waistband and over and down her other leg, following the hem of the garment. Back up to the waistband and over, stopping just under her belly button, pausing. Molly bit her lip, "More father, please."
One finger touching the elastic waistband, pressing just enough to dent her soft skin. Trailing down, feeling the pubic hair under the fabric. I paused as my finger sensed the top of her vagina. My daughter groaned, "oh, daddy." I moved my finger slowly lower, pressing the fabric into the folds of her sex. When I got to where her opening should be, she shook, and wetness filled the cotton at the tip of my finger.
"I just came, father."
I kept my finger there. Pressing just a little and moving, loving the feel of the soaked fabric, knowing what was still covered.
"Thank you, my daughter. That was nice. Show daddy your breasts, Molly."
She groaned and flipped off her shirt, letting it flutter to the floor.
"Do you like them, father? I know you've peeked."
My finger toyed with the cotton-covered wet outline of her vaginal lips, "They are wonderful."
She pushed them together, "I don't think you can fuck them, father."
I pressed a little harder, forcing fabric up into her crease, "No, maybe not. But I can cum all over them." She groaned again.
"Do you have an erection, father?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because touching my daughter's soaking wet pussy through her panties and looking at her amazing breasts excites me beyond words."
"Show me. I've never seen your hard cock."
I flipped the sheet off my body. My cock was so hard, it was nearly purple.
"You shave your cock. Makes it look bigger."
"More fun to suck too. No random hairs."
"What do you want to do with that beautiful erect penis, father?"
I had two fingers massaging my daughter's panty crotch, "I want to put it inside my daughter."
Molly twitched again, and my hand felt another surge of wetness.
"Where do you want to put that cock, father?"
"In my daughter's mouth. In my daughter's vagina..."
Molly panted, "In her asshole too?"
My fingers pressed the fabric in again, further back, over her other hole, "If she wants. I'd put my hard cock in her tight little college girl asshole."
"Ohhhhh fuuuuccckkk." She groaned, "I've never done that. I'd let you. Take them off, please."
My fingers slipped under the elastic, next to her warm skin. I pulled the panty down. Molly moved one leg between mine so I could slide my daughter's underwear down her long muscular legs. The waistband went lower, uncovering the top of her pubic hair. Lower, lower, now the waistband was below her apex, but the fabric was still tight in her sex. I pulled a little, and it came free, a tail of girl cum staying connected for another second. Molly stepped out of her panties.
"Would you like them as a souvenir?"
I put them to my mouth, "Maybe, but I want to put my mouth where they were."
Molly carefully lowered herself and stretched her body over mine.
"This is the culmination of a long-held fantasy. Father, I want you to cum in my mouth. Cum on my face, my body, and yes, up my ass. But first, daddy, I need you to fuck your daughter as hard as you can."
"Molly, can you feel my erection?"
She shifted her hips. My cock was pressed between us, "Yes, father, I can."
I pulled her face to mine until our lips brushed as I spoke, just above a whisper.
"I want to feel the head of my penis touch your pussy lips, wetting me. I want to push in, spreading you, filling you, loving the wicked wrongness of it. I want to cum inside you. I want to put my cock in my daughter's pussy and cum hard."
We kissed, tongues clashing as Molly moved, adjusted, took my penis in her small hand, and put the tip at her sodden entrance. She broke our kiss.
"Father, stick it in me, now."
We moved together. The head of my cock, spreading her lips, bathed in her need. More, the head of my cock in her. In the most forbidden place, it could ever be. Warm, wet. We were eye to eye as we worked to get all of my daddy cock inside my daughter. Molly kissed me again and moaned, "Better than I ever imagined. More daddy, give me all of you."
Her pubic hair pressed against my shaved skin as I touched her cervix. We were fully joined, the crime complete. Molly touched my face.
"I love you, dad. Now more than ever."
"I love you too, Molly. And thank you."
She smiled, "Don't thank me yet. We're just getting started."
As the morning sun filled the room with light and warmth, my daughter rode my cock. My hands covered her modest breasts, flicking her nipples. My thighs were wet with her orgasms—our bodies squishing as we committed a crime. Molly came again, more wetness soaking the bed. I was surprised I had lasted so long. The wickedness, the wrongness fueled my lust. My daughter's pussy was tight and so wet. Her pubic hair, filled with her liquid lust. Panting, looking at me.
"I'm riding my father's cock. My dad is fucking me. Fucking my wet pussy."
"Your father is going to cum in that wet daughter pussy soon."
She groaned, "Do it, dad. Cum in me. Flood me. Fill me."
That did it. Coming up from my toes, a tingle, a surge, an electric current of cum jetted out of me, almost painful. It was so strong.
"Oh fuck, you're cumming in my pussy, daddy."
I felt like I came forever. Bolt after bolt, deep in Molly's pussy. Her hips hard against mine. She came on me again.
My daughter collapsed on top of me. We were a sweaty mess, panting.
"Father, that was the best fuck I've ever had."
I ran my hand over her sweaty back and let it rest on the curve of her firm ass, "Well, I'm no kid, so it may be a while before the second round."
Molly reached over to the nightstand and then brought her hand back. Leaning up, she released a handful of blue pills across my sweaty chest.
"Then start taking these, Father. I need more of my dad's cock in me."
I suppose this would have been an excellent time to have that after sex meaningful talk about fucking your relatives, but I wasn't interested. We'd gone over the fence, and I was going to enjoy grazing in the forbidden pasture.
I gently rolled my daughter off me, half rolled on top of her, and kissed her. We explored each other's mouth, my hands full of her breasts, Molly toying with my nipples. Maybe that pill was working already. I released her mouth and trailed my tongue down to her chest. Over and around a breast, sucking her nipple loudly.
"Oh, fuck, gonna cum, daddy."
She did, twitching and panting. I kissed lower, over her belly, my objective clear.
"What are you going to do, Father?"
My tongue toyed with long brunet hairs at the edge of her pubic mound, "I'm going to eat my daughter's pussy. I want to taste her cum as it flows into my mouth."
"Fuck, that's nasty. But, daddy, you just came in me."
I had moved around. I was lying between her legs, looking up at her. My face inches from her sex, "Yeah, so? I've tasted cum before."
"Dad, you've...?"
"Say it, daughter."
She gasped the words out as my tongue ran from the bottom of her slit up. Parting, plowing through her pubic hair. The taste of her, and me, on my tongue."
"Has my daddy sucked cock?"
A flick of her clit with my tongue, she gasped, "Yes, my girl. Daddy has had a cock in his mouth, cumming all over his tongue."
"Wow, that's so..."
"What's the big deal? Have you ever licked a pussy?"
My mouth covered her clitoris, my fingers were slowly entering her, turning up to get that spot.
"Well, yeah, but..."
"That's our fucked up culture. Girls can get it on, and it's hot. Guys do it, and it's gay. It ain't gay, baby. It's fun. Just like you and another girl, something different. Now, please lay back and let me lick your pussy."
Her cute inner pussy lips were shiny wet, and open. Her cum and mine drooled out. The hair was matted and glossy. Molly sighed as I ran my tongue up her slit, "Oh, I have to shave, daddy. You'll like it so much more."
"I like it just fine. I love having my mouth on your pussy."
She groaned again, "Oh fuck, just you talking like that could make me cum."
I nibbled at her lips and licked, tasting us. I let my tongue flick her clit, hard and needy, sticking out. Molly's hand moved to hold my head, "Eat me, father. Eat your little girl's pussy till she cums all over your face."
I buried my face into my daughter's vagina. I licked, I plunged my tongue in her entrance as she came. The rest of me and more of her pouring out. I fingered her g-spot as I sucked her clit like a little cock. She finally gently pressed my head away.
"Oh, daddy, that's enough. I gotta rest."
We lay in silence for a few minutes. A lot to say, but not feeling the right time. Molly moved lower, took my soft cock in her hand.
"Daddy, I'm going to blow you. Suck your cock. I'm going to put my father's penis in my mouth, make it hard and make it cum. I love the taste of cum."
I watched as her soft, young mouth captured my cock, now a little chubby from her slutty talk. Our eyes met as she took all of me. Her mouth, warm and wet, the idea, the act, so wrong but so exciting because of its wrongness. My daughter is blowing me and loves it. I was fully erect now, yearning to fill her mouth with my cum.
She took her mouth off my cock, "got you all cleaned up. You tasted like me."
"You don't mind?"
She actually blushed, "No, dad, I don't. I like the taste of pussy too."
That made my cock twitch as she took me back in, her tongue bathing the head as her lips descended to the base. Taking me all. She was in no hurry. Molly made love to my cock, licking, touching, exploring. Taking my balls into her mouth, licking me just under my balls. She paused again, holding my hard cock.
"I love this. I love exploring every bit of my father's sex. Anytime, dad. Anytime you want me to blow you, just take out your cock. I'll suck you, my daddy, and you will cum in my mouth."
She was getting serious about making me cum now. Her small hands moved up my chest and captured my nipples.
"Anytime, Molly? In the living room, while mom does the dishes?"
She moaned approval.
"In the garage, after I mow the lawn. When my cock will be hot and sweaty?"
She sucked me harder.
"If I come in your room at night, in the dark, and rub my erection on your face to wake you?"
She sped up. Her fingers pinched my nipples. How did she know that was my weakness?
"I'm going to cum, Molly. Cum in my little girl's mouth."
She took just the head of my cock and caressed it with her lips and tongue. I was there.
"Cumming baby."
The tingle rose from my feet, through my sack, and then I was there, jetting my sperm into my daughter's gulping mouth. She didn't miss a drop. I touched her head when it got too intense. She released me and crawled to lay on top of me. Her warm, young body felt so good. I held her firm round flanks in my hands as she kissed me. We kissed, deep and hard. I tasted my cum as my tongue explored her mouth, wrestled with hers. So much sexual energy, fueled by the taboo. Our secret.
Typical male. I fell asleep. I woke up. Something was rubbing my face. Something wet, slightly musky. I opened my eyes, looking straight up my daughter's body to her grinning face. She was rubbing her freshly shaved vagina on my face.
"Like it? Now you can suck my smooth pussy. I did it while you napped. I shave for the team. Those suits hide nothing. We even have a thing to put in, so our pussy lips don't imprint on the Lycra. Sometimes we don't use them. I get great looks from guys visiting practice and from more women than I thought."
My daughter held the headboard and rode my face. I loved her smooth pussy. My tongue went deep, she moaned. I fingered her rosebud. She came all over my face. I put my hands on her hot little ass and moved her forward till my tongue explored her asshole.
"Oh fuck! Nobody's ever done that. Lick my asshole, daddy. You're so fukin nasty!"
She came on my face, again, bathing me in her essence. Then she jumped off. My cock was rigid, needy.
"Daddy, you're gonna fuck me in every room. Come on."
On the Ottoman in the living room, the blinds wide open, the day bright and clear, the street not twenty feet away. Molly, on her back, legs over my shoulders as I pounded her.
"Hard, daddy, fuck me hard. I like it. But don't cum."
In the kitchen, her on the island, me on a stool, licking her pussy and her asshole. She came, covering the butcher block.
"Food prep will never be the same." She laughed as she jumped down."
Sitting on the toilet in the powder room, sucking my cock. Both of us on top of the dining room table, fucking like monkeys. In the guest room, on the floor, Molly on her hands and knees, me behind her, hands clamped on her hips, fucking hard, skin slapping, her juices splashing. The upstairs bathroom, her bent over the sink taking me.
She entered her room, pulled back the bed, and lay on it. Her pussy was red and wet from our rampant fucking.
"Here, daddy, I want it slow. Come to me, lay on top of me. Enter me slowly, love me. I've laid in this bed so many times, masturbating, imagining this moment. Make it real."
We did. On top of her, held up by my arm, kissing, slow sensuous, probing. Exploring with our hands, like it was the first time. Then, ready, my penis at her entrance, eye to eye as I slid my rigid cock into my daughter's pussy on her childhood bed, our forbidden coupling taken to the final frontier. She came three times before I couldn't hold back anymore and came inside her, groaning, emptying, spent.
We ate, finally. Walking around the kitchen naked, giggling like kids. My daughter sent me to the shower and bed, alone. We both know I needed to rest.
Yes, she did wake me by sucking my cock.
"Hey, daddy. I let you sleep as long as I could. You've got just enough time to fuck the shit out of me and leave."
I laughed as she got on all fours next to me. I got behind her and rammed her, plunging my cock into her sodden pussy, still dripping with our collective fluids. Her face in the sheets, her hands gripping the fabric, moaning, bucking, taking my cock like a pro. She felt different from Susan, not better, just different. I don't know what's ahead, but I'm going to have trouble giving up having my cock in my daughter.
Molly groaned as I came, ramming deep and shooting my cum against her cervix. We collapsed, sweaty and satisfied.
"Go, shower, you're going to be late."
My night was great. All night, nothing could annoy me. I thought about what Molly felt like, smelled like, tasted like. By closing, I was tired but still euphoric.
I showered and slipped into bed naked. Susan lay on her side facing away, naked. My hand touched her. I thought she was asleep.
"It's slowed down." She said.
"Good. That's great."
"Yeah, I'm taking tomorrow off."
Wow. I know what I want to do on her day off. I want to explore my wife, every inch of her. It's been so long. Molly is fun, but this is my wife. However, Susan's not going to like getting wild with Molly here. But there is now.
Susan rolled to face me. I took her into my arms.
"I love you. I've missed you so much."
She reached down and gently took my hard cock in her hand.
"I love this. We can talk all day. But what I really need right now is for my lover, my husband, to fuck me. Baby, I need your cock."
I did. I mounted my wife from behind, one of her favorites. Her pussy was smooth, wet, open. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slick vagina.
"Stop teasing me. Fuck your wife."
I rammed my cock in. All the way, hard, my hips driving hers.
"Yes! Oh yes, more, more."
It was getting noisy. I was sure Molly could hear us. I got even more excited picturing my daughter masturbating, listening to her parents fuck.
Susan came, hard, her fluids gushed between us.
"More, Jim, more. Harder. I'm so needy."
If I fucked her any harder, I'd be in front of her. My big hands pulled her trim hips into my plunging cock. I was in heaven. Susan gushed around my cock again. I couldn't hold back. "Gonna cum in your hot pussy, baby."
Grunting, "Yeah, fuck me, fill me. Give it to me."
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