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Out of Your Systems

By: TheTalkMan



This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. Thanks to my biggest fan for his help preparing this story. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.

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(Jen)

I thought it was a good idea at the time. How wrong I was.

I had noticed... something off... between my husband Shane and our daughter Kaylee a few months ago. At first, I couldn't put my finger on it. All I knew was that whenever Kaylee would be in the room, the mood shifted. A tension was added. I was aware of it for a while before I could put my finger on exactly what it was. It took a while for me to confront this issue and admit that this tension was something... sexual.

Kaylee was the source of it, I was sure of that. My husband was never anything but a perfect gentlemen and a good father. If you asked any of his friends, his family, or his coworkers at the design firm he worked at, they would tell you he's a good, stand-up guy, and a great dad. 

And it wasn't like Kaylee was a hellion or anything like that. She has always been a really friendly, sweet girl. She never really acted out, she went to church with us every Sunday and she always did what she was told. Our daughter was always one of the top students in school, had tons of friends, and the boyfriends she would bring home were always nice and sweet. She was seemingly the perfect daughter, which is what made what was happening so strange.

Kaylee was one of the oldest in her class, nearly six months past 18 as graduation approached. Kaylee had always been a pretty girl, but she had filled out and matured to become the young woman she now was. I'm sure, with her looks, she was one of the most popular girls in school. She was a gorgeous girl, with a hypnotizing bright smile, a brilliant tan and smooth brunette hair down her back. It was lucky that she had a good head on her shoulders, cause her body no-doubt attracted the wrong type of boys. It was hard not to notice that my daughter had a body built for sin. Even in her most modest of clothing, Kaylee's body stood out. As her mother, it was hard not to keep an eye out and see the way men would look at her. They would stare at my daughter's round, jutting, heart-shaped ass. They would drool while staring at her chest. Even I couldn't help but notice them. She must have gotten them from her father's side of the family, cause I swear, by the time she was sixteen, her breasts were four times the size of mine. I didn't know much about bigger bra cup sizes till I had to go shopping with her, so she could get a bra she wasn't bursting out of. And they just kept growing! She had such a slim frame, so they looked absolutely huge on her. Even now, while she wore a EE-cup bra, she was even bursting from that. As her mother, I had seen them in the flesh a few times and they looked even bigger bare than they did clothed. As a woman, I had to feel a slight bit of jealousy. But as a protective mother, I realized I had to do my best to keep her covered up. If I had my way she would be in bulky sweaters and heavy unflattering jeans down to her ankles, but obviously, she would never want to go along with that. For a girl her age, style is everything.

My daughter's once wholesome appearance and demeanor had evolved in the last year or so. She was still sweet and nice and friendly, but her clothes had become a bit tighter, highlighting her body, and her demeanor had become more flirtatious. I couldn't help but notice all the little things she did. Playing with her hair. Chewing on her lip. Shaking her butt. Pushing out her chest. 

But she was still, relatively, the same girl. She was friendly, always willing to help, getting straight A's and volunteering at the church. But it was easy to tell, just by looking at her, that her body was bursting with hormones. Bursting with need. Her eyes always seemed glassy with lust. Her skin was glowing. Her nipples were always hard. Despite the fact, to my knowledge, that Kaylee was not promiscuous, it was clear she was dying for it. 

It was hard to get used to the fact that my daughter was an adult now. It was hard to treat her that way. Even though she was 18 now, she was still our baby. Our little girl. But the fact of the matter was, she was a woman now. And our authority over her was lessening every day. She was a woman with a woman's brain and a woman's body. We had done our best when she showed any signs of acting out, either when she wanted to buy clothing that was a bit much, or too little to be more accurate. Or that time she floated the idea of getting a small tattoo on her inner wrist. Me and her father had to put our foot down on stuff like that a bit more now than we ever had to before. But overall, she was a good daughter and always listened, never acting out in any noticeable way.

But her incredible good looks were undeniable. Even though she was sweet, the thoughts she could inspire were far from it. When caught in her wake, she could make any man stammer and stutter. Her beauty was enough to attract men to her, and her personality was so effervescent that it kept men near her. When me, Shane and Kaylee were in public, we would almost have to be bodyguards, shooing her suitors away, keeping her out of trouble. It was almost a relief when we didn't go out. But unfortunately, that often meant the only man caught on the receiving end of her pheromones was her father. 

Like I said, he was never untoward to our daughter in any way. But even he was not invincible to her charms. I would often walk into a room with them, and sense something in the air between them. I don't think Shane knew what was going on. But I could sense it. She would have his rapt attention, telling him about whatever trivial crap what was going on in her social circle or on some show on TV. But her personality was so infectious that she could talk about anything and you just couldn't turn away. Her dynamic with him was far different than hers was with me, her mother. With me, she would be more straightforward, still charming and bubbly. With him, she would laugh at his terrible jokes, twirl her hair, chew on her lip, and touch his arm or leg. It took me awhile to realize it, but I concluded my daughter was kinda flirting with him. Her own father! I mean, she was flirty with all men, and it was probably harmless, sure, but it was still strange.

It wasn't like Shane was reciprocating or anything like that. But, when Kaylee turned on the charm a different side of him came out. A side I hadn't seen since we started dating. He would laugh at her dumb stories, he would joke with her. And he reached that point where he began to treat her like an adult, saying things to her he never would have said to her a couple years ago. Nothing bad, but talking to her like he would to a friend, without those parental barriers. We used to never curse around Kaylee, and even though that barrier lessened as she got older, it was still something we tried not to do if we could avoid it. But now, he didn't really hesitate when a story he was telling had cursing in it or something a bit more adult than normal. It was the little things like that that bothered me. 

There were little things Kaylee would do as well. As soon as I would leave, suddenly Kaylee would want to go somewhere with Shane, like shopping, or to the beach, or to investigate new restaurants that we had never been to before. Parents can always tell which parent their kid favors. And when she was young, I always knew I was Kaylee's favorite. However now, at this point, it was clear she and her father were far closer than I was with her. I don't know if this was natural or by design, but it was noticeable. At times when I was around them I would feel like the third wheel. It was like when you would go out with a dating couple and you couldn't help but feel left out. They shared a rapport that I didn't have with either of them.

Shane and I were still very happy together, but as you age, the sizzle dissipates a bit. But he was always a good husband, a good provider, and a good father. He was also quite handsome as well. He still looked like the guy I met in college. He still had his looks, his playful eyes, his square jaw and his boyish face. And plus, unlike some of my friends' husbands, his hair was still as full as ever. He worked and kept himself fit and firm. I did my best, but I couldn't keep completely up with him, I still looked good. Okay, I had about ten-extra pounds, but I kept myself as fit as I could and Shane was always happy to see me naked. Sure, I didn't have the melons on my chest that my daughter had, but my B-cups still looked pretty good, and didn't sag too much. My butt was still pretty nice, I think. And my brunette hair still looked damn good, I would say. I think I still had it going on, so I was never the type of wife to be afraid my husband would cheat on me. I held up my end of the bargain sex-wise, I still looked good, and I knew Shane was not the type to ever even think about stepping out on me. 

We had a good life, a nice big home and we both made good money. Him as the head of an architectural firm, and I worked as an accountant at a logistics company. Kaylee was already set for college, riding a full scholarship to a big-time school relatively close by. So life was good, but the only thing needling me was this weird tension between Kaylee and Shane. I don't know why it bothered me so much. I knew most of it was coming from Kaylee's end, but I didn't know why she was doing it or where it was coming from. She was such a flirt that it might not bother her to preen even in front of her own father. But... there was something deeper to it, where I had to wonder if there was something more to the story. I knew it was common for some girls to idolize their fathers, to be a Daddy's girl, but part of me had to consider the fact that there might be something deeper going on here. I didn't like this at all. It really bothered me. It was unhealthy and unnatural. And every time I saw them talking, with that tension in the air, I had to grit my teeth. It reached a point where something had to be done. The tension was at a critical level, and something had to give. A solution had to be found.

*************

"So, anyway, I get to class, and Brenda is there, talking to Bobby!" Kaylee said incredulously.

"Oh, that bitch!" Shane replied sarcastically. Kaylee laughed.

"I know, right? So, anyway, Brenda is there, talking with Bobby. I mean, like... hello? Are you serious? Cause everyone knows Bobby is, like, practically already dating Cara. I mean, how pushy can you be?" Kaylee asked.

"Ah, the ups and downs of high school politics." Shane said, faux wistfully. 

"I know you think it's dumb, Dad, but this is, like, a big deal. Bobby and Cara have known each other for, like, ever. Them being, like, together is like... preordained. And here comes Brenda, butting in..." Kaylee began.

"Wait, I thought you were friends with Brenda?" Shane asked.

"Oh, I am. She's totally one of my besties. But, like, even I can't believe she's trying to do this. It's a total bitch move, no doubt. But it's ballsy, I'll give her that." Kaylee said, bouncing slightly on her heels.

"Hey guys." I said, walking into the kitchen, dropping off my briefcase as I returned home from work. 

"Hey, babe." Shane said, stepping towards me and giving me a peck on the cheek. I glanced at him again. Seeing his tanned face, his five o'clock shadow, that manly, square jaw... mmm, it made me feel lucky to have this man as my husband. 

"Hey Mom." Kaylee said, a smile crossing her smooth lips. I stepped around them to the fridge, taking out the jug of orange juice. "What are you guys talking about?"

"Oh, nothing. Just talking about school stuff. Stuff Dad loves hearing about." Kaylee teased, tilting her head to look at her father with a mocking smile.

"Brenda is really crossing some lines here." Shane said. I rolled my eyes at him as I began to put some groceries away. 

"I haven't even gotten to the juiciest part..." she began, licking her lips.

"Yeah?" Shane replied.

"So there was this big party this weekend, and apparently, Brenda and Bobby totally kissed, and Cara, was like across the room." Kaylee said.

"Oh my god!" Shane said, in mock horror.

"Yeah! Cara was pissed! Bobby was apparently, like, apologizing, saying Brenda kissed him and he didn't want it, but she was still, like, furious. There was a big screaming match between Cara and Brenda in the backyard, and they almost, like, got in a fight." Kaylee said, excited to share this juicy gossip. 

"Was anyone hurt?" Shane asked.

"No, no. Cara's not that type of girl and Brenda is too laid back to do anything like that. So, Cara eventually believed Bobby was telling the truth, but she was still mad at Bobby, so she made him leave and drive her home." Kaylee said.

"Is that it?" Shane asked.

"No, but it should have been. Bobby's, like, a total gentleman, so he dropped her off and just went home. But, apparently, Sophie Fisher, who lives next to Bobby, she said that Brenda came over to his house that night. She watched the whole thing. At first, Bobby didn't want to talk to her, like at all."

"And?" Shane asked.

"They ended up hooking up. Brenda hooked up with Bobby fucking Crenshaw." Kaylee said excitedly, as if dropping a huge bombshell.

"Language!" I warned.

"Really?" Shane said with genuine surprise as Kaylee gave me an apologetic shrug.

"Yeah. It's nuts! Sophie said she heard them doing it in his room, and she took a few pictures. It's, like, crazy! Everyone is talking about it! This is, like huge! Bobby and Cara were the prom king and queen! And Brenda just strolls in-between them and does that." Kaylee said with a huge smile.

"And she's your friend?" Shane asked.

"Yeah." she answered.

"Well, I don't know if I want you hanging around her anymore. She sounds like a bit of a bad girl." Shane replied.

"Yeah... she does." Kaylee said with a giggle, and almost a bit of awe in her voice. A silence fell in the room as I kept putting things away. "Oh, I went shopping earlier." she began.

"Don't go too crazy, Kaylee. You do have all those college expenditures coming up." I warned.

"Yeah, but I'm rocking that sweet scholarship money." Kaylee replied. "Girl got paid." she added, shimmying her body proudly. 

"Well, even so, you've still got to be responsible." I added. Kaylee rolled her eyes warmly and smiled at me.

"I know, Mom." Kaylee said responsibly.

"I know you do hon. But I've got to mom you sometimes." I replied with a warm smile. She was a bright girl, and despite the weirdness between her and her father sometimes, I was nothing but proud of having her as a daughter.

"So anyway, I went shopping, got some new outfits for the end of the school year." she said, talking to Shane. "I was hoping I could try them on for you. Get your opinion." 

"Oh, yeah, okay hon." Shane said nodding. My eyes narrowed a bit.

"I can take a look too, hon." I interjected. She looked at me.

"Oh, okay. Sure Mom." she replied, nonplussed. Suddenly, she got excited.

"Oh, yeah. DUH!" she began, bouncing up and down excitedly and looking at her father again. "Guess what?" she said, leaning over and grabbing her Dad's firm arm with both of hers.

"What?" Shane said.

"I was talking to Maria today. Her family has a beach-house upstate. Her parents are taking her to Spain as a graduation gift, so they won't be using the beach-house this summer. So, she offered to let us use it." she said.

"Really?" Shane replied positively.

"Oh, I'm not so sure." I began. 

"Mom, c'mon." Kaylee whined.

"Kaylee, we already have plans." I began. "We're going to the Grand Canyon."

"But, that doesn't mean we can't go this beach house too. First, there's no charge. It's just getting up there and back. Second, Maria is loaded, so their beach house is, like, huge! This is a place you don't turn down. And plus, it's right on the ocean. It's gorgeous." Kaylee replied.

"Kaylee, I don't have that much vacation time. I can't do this beach house and the Grand Canyon." I said. 

"Well, then, maybe just I can go. Or me and Dad." she replied.

"Kaylee, I don't know..." I began.

"Mom, there is nothing I want to do more this summer than to lay on a private beach in a tiny bikini and get a sweet tan before going to college." Kaylee pleaded. I rolled my eyes. She turned to her father.

"Dad, please talk to Mom." she said, flashing her doe eyes at her dad, putting her hand on Shane's arm again. Unconsciously, she leaned forward, exposing her fault-line of cleavage to Shane. I'm not sure if Shane noticed. But he didn't exactly reply immediately. "Please, Dad." she said, huskily, leaning close. "I really think we should go to the beach house this summer. Don't you want to go too?" she said, taking a step closer to him.

"I don't know, princess." he replied, looking down at his daughter sadly. "Your mom is right. That's a lot of vacation time for her to take."

"But not for you. Maybe just you and I could go. Have some fun up there, or just lay on the beach together. Relax. Relieve some stress." she said, her voice soft and low, biting her lip as she was holding his gaze with hers. Her breasts jutted outward, her nipples hard, just inches from her father's manly chest. It was as if she was trying to talk him out of going to the Grand Canyon by making sure he got a good look at the grand canyon between her boobs.

"Yeah, what do you think, Shane?" I interjected loudly, interrupting their moment. Both of them jumped at my voice and looked at me. 

"Well, uh..." Shane stammered. "I'll, uh, talk to your mother about it." he replied civilly, glancing at both me and his daughter. Kaylee smiled wide. 

"Okay, Dad. Thanks." she said brightly. "I'm gonna go watch TV in my room. Call me if you need me." Kaylee said before bopping out of the room. 

Me and Shane were left alone. He looked at me as I stared at him with a raised eyebrow.

"What?" he asked. I gritted my teeth and looked out of the room, making sure Kaylee was out of earshot.

"What's going on here?" I asked.

"What are you talking about?" he replied.

"Shane, don't tell me you haven't noticed it." I began.

"Noticed what?" he asked. I rolled my eyes.

"Shane, there is something going on here... between you and Kaylee." I began. His eyebrows scrunched up.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, his tone a bit offended. 

"I can't believe you don't what I'm talking about, Shane. But, to make it clear... I don't know what it is exactly, but these last few months, there has been something between you two. This weird... sort of tension." I said.

"Tension?" he asked.

"Every time I come in the room with you two, it feels like I'm interrupting something. Interrupting a moment." I said.

"What are you saying, Jen?" he asked. I sighed slightly, knowing he wasn't this thick-headed.

"There's something in the air between you two. I'm not accusing you of anything, Shane, or saying you're encouraging this in any way. But it almost feels like she's kind of... flirting." I said.

"Flirting?" he said, incredulous. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"It's definitely... something, Shane." I said. "Like I said, I'm not accusing you of anything inappropriate, but she is using her charms on you. And whether you realize it or not, you are kind of allowing her to get away with it. I don't think she's trying to be... manipulative... or anything like that. But she's testing her skills on you, and I think it's kind of inappropriate of her."


Out of Your Systems



"Jen, I don't think..." he began.

"Shane, listen. Don't tell me you haven't noticed how close she is getting with you. Touching your arm. Twirling her hair. Biting her lip. Bouncing and giggling. Begging her Daddy for his opinion." I replied, laying it out plainly.

"Okay, Jen..." he began, a little upset. "She has been a little, um... hands-on, but I think you're blowing things out of proportion a bit. I mean... she's my little princess. She wouldn't..."

"Honey, I'm a girl. I see these things. I see when other girls are doing this type of thing." I began. "You're a guy, Shane. It's hard for any guy to say no to a girl when she bats her eyes at you. You're not the first guy to fall victim to it. You're not doing anything wrong, but I think it's kinda... icky that your daughter is using it on you."

"Icky?" he asked.

"I feel like there should be a barrier there. I think it's trouble if she thinks its okay to do this type of thing." I replied.

"Why do you think she is doing it?" he asked, his tone genuine and slightly sheepish, as if he was dumb for not seeing this before.

"She's probably just having fun. It's probably harmless. But, I think, as awkward as it might be, you need to talk your daughter about this." I said. He sighed, clearly not wanting any part of this. "Shane, I know it's weird, but you do need to talk about it with her. I mean, she's doing it, but you are letting yourself fall victim. There is some small part of you that is allowing yourself to fall prey to it. Whatever this weird tension is between you two, you guys just need to confront it and just... get it out of your systems. Talk it out, explain to her what she's doing is wrong, and dangerous. Just... this awkward tension between you two has gotten beyond uncomfortable for me and it needs to stop before it goes over any lines."

"What lines?" he asked. I held his stare for a few moments. Suddenly, it hit him. He shook his head. "Jen, she's our daughter! I just, I..." he stammered defensively.

"Hon, I know. I know you and I know her. Kaylee has a good head on her shoulders. She's a bright girl, but we're her parents, and when she is making poor choices it is our job to let her know. I know she would never do anything like... that... obviously, and you would never allow that. But we need to nip this in the bud anyway." I said. He rubbed his head with his hand.

"I know it's awkward." I said, touching his shoulder. "But it has to be done."

"I know." he said.

"Listen, I know you are dreading this, so I'll give you time. I've been planning to make a shopping trip up north. So what I'll do then, I'll make that this weekend. I'll leave tomorrow after work. I'll stay up there this weekend, give you time to work up the nerve to talk to her about it." I said with a warm laugh, but my tone turned more firm. "But when I get back on Sunday, I don't want to have to deal with this weird, uncomfortable tension anymore."

Shane shook his head and nodded. 

"I'll take care of it." he said. I smiled and stepped into his arms. I kissed him firmly on the lips. "These are the moments we have to be parents. It sucks, I know, but we have to do it. You have to remember, you're her father. It's time to step up to the plate."

He nodded and kissed me back. 

Like I said earlier, I thought this was a good idea at the time. I really did.

I had no idea how wrong I was.

************

(48 hours later)

I did plan to spend the whole weekend up north shopping. I made it up there on Friday evening, leaving my husband to have his awkward conversation with our daughter. I had a perfect plan. Shane was a good father, and Kaylee was a bright girl. I had no doubt they would hash all this stuff out, no matter how awkward it was. Plus, I had lots of shopping planned, so it would be a productive weekend all around.

What I didn't account for was Mother Nature. A huge heat wave hit half the state, causing brownouts all over the place. Massive power outages hit the area and this of course encapsulated most of the stores I wanted to go to, forcing them to close down. My hotel was out of power too, so once I finished with the shopping I could get done, and with no other refuge, I decided to head home a day early. Shane and Kaylee had had 24 hours of alone time. Hopefully, they had hashed things out by this point.

I tried to call home but I got no response. I didn't know if the house was affected in any way by the heat wave, so I didn't know what I was driving home to. 

I had no idea. 

I headed straight back there, only making one quick stop at a gas station to pick up a cold drink to counter the oppressive heat. The heat was overwhelming as I stepped out of the car, causing me to feel slightly dizzy for a moment, but I regained my bearings and took care of the purchase quickly. It was in the sweltering late afternoon heat that I pulled up the driveway. I tried to use the garage door opener, but there was no response when I pushed the button, letting me know our house was hit by the massive power outages as well. Gritting my teeth, I stepped out of my car and headed towards the front door. Unlocking the front door, I stepped inside.

I looked around, looking for anyone. But I saw nothing. The heat of the inside of the house hit me immediately. The lack of air circulation made the inside of the house stuffy and heavy with heat. I was about to call out, but some unseen force stopped me. As I set my purse down, I heard a noise from upstairs. It sounded like a voice, but I couldn't hear it clearly enough to figure anything else out. 

I began to walk up the stairs, not knowing the thing I was walking towards was my destiny. 

The voice I was hearing was definitely Kaylee's, and at first I thought it was a whine of some sort. It wasn't until my feet hit the second floor that I realized it wasn't a whine.

It was a moan. 

A chill ran through me as I heard a repeated, squishing noise, as well as the sound of rhythmic, meaty slaps. I gulped as my heart sank. My feet kept me moving forward, despite the fact that, deep down, I think I knew what I was about to see. The sounds got louder as I got closer to my bedroom and it was with dread that I realized the door was wide open. Stepping up to the door, I breathed deeply and looked inside. I had to do it. I had to. I had to know for sure. I had to see it with my own eyes.

I wish I hadn't. Every single day since, I wish I hadn't.

It all hit me at once. The sights. The sounds. The smells. 

On the bed was Shane, my husband, and Kaylee, our daughter. They were both naked, and Kaylee was riding her father's thick, pulsing ten-inch cock for all it was worth. Both of them were dripping with sweat, soaking the bed and each other. The sight of my husband's big, smooth throbbing shaft driving in and out of our daughter's stretched-to-the-max pussy arrested my vision. The smell of their sweat, their exertions, the smell of pussy hit my nose and made my knees shake. And the sound of their voices hit my ears, and what they were saying nearly made me faint.

"Fuck me Daddy! FUCK ME!" Kaylee said, furiously riding her father's big cock. "Fuck! I've wanted this fucking cock for so long! I'm so fucking horny! Do it, Daddy! Drive it into me. HARD! Give it all to me!"

"I will, baby, I will! You'll get every fucking inch whenever you want it!" Shane grunted out.

"Oh, Daddy, IT'S SO BIG!" Kaylee screamed, her ass bouncing in her father's lap as he lied on our marital bed. "GOD, I love it! Squeeze them, Daddy! SQUEEZE THEM! Squeeze your daughter's huge fucking tits!"

I hadn't realized it, but my husband's big, manly hands were filled with my daughter's EE cups, squeezing them roughly... lustfully. They looked absolutely massive, even in his large hands. Huge and perfect.

"I love them, Kaylee. I love my daughter's huge fucking tits!" my husband screamed, gripping her chest greedily. 

"They're so much better than Mom's aren't they?" Kaylee asked. 

"She has, ugh fuck... your mom has such little itty bitty boobies." my husband said. "These are huge fucking tits! Massive fucking jugs! Enormous fucking boobs! These are a real woman's breasts."

"I'm more of a woman where it counts than Mom is, aren't I?" Kaylee asked. "You've always thought so!"

"Fuck yeah, you are. God, you're so tight. You're better than her in every way." Shane groaned out. Kaylee began to ride him harder. My husband's hands slid down from her tits till he was cupping both cheeks of her round, sweaty ass. He gripped both of the round cheeks and played with them as he forced her to drive into him harder. 

"UGH, FUCK! Daddy, I love it! I love your body! I love your cock!" Kaylee moaned out. "Tell me you love me! More than Mom! Tell it to me so I can cum again!"

Shane didn't hesitate.

"I love you, Kaylee! I love you more than your mother, my wife! I love you more in every way! I would choose you every fucking time! God, I love your tight cunt!" my husband grunted.

"Mmmm, that's right! I know you love your daughter's CUNT more than you love Mom altogether! You love every part of me more than the best part of her! Feel my asshole, Daddy. Run your fingers across it! There you go, Daddy, there you go!" Kaylee groaned out. I watched as my husband peeled his daughter's ass-cheeks apart, exposing her clean, tight asshole to my shocked gaze. I watched my husband run his fingers down her sweaty ass-crack, playing with her asshole with his big fingers. "Feel it Daddy, feel it! Finger it just a little bit, cause you will be fucking it very soon! FUCK, that's it! I can feel it! Ahhh, it's so good! Finger my pretty asshole! Wait till you see it, Daddy. My asshole is gorgeous! It's prettier than Mom's fucking ugly face! HA HA!" 

I was absolutely crushed, listening to my husband and daughter spit venom at me. This was madness, it couldn't be real, but it was right in front of me. And as insane as this seemed, I couldn't help but notice that my daughter's body was simply... perfect. I had seen her naked, but obviously I had never seen it in action like I was now. Her massive, fleshy breasts looked even bigger and perkier than ever. Her ass was round and firm and perfect. Even her fucking asshole was as clean and smooth and as tight and as weirdly gorgeous as she bragged about. She had taken half my genetics, used them to their peak potential, and used them to steal my husband from me. Stolen the man that made her with me. I had literally engineered the destruction of my marriage.

As I thought this over, the two lovers picked up the pace. Shane's hands went to his daughter's hips and assisted her as she rode his cock as hard as she could. 

"Oh, FUCK! DADDY! UGHHH! Give it to me! Give me everything! Give me your cum! Give me it all! I want it! I want every drop of my Daddy's cum deep inside my tight cunt! Fill me with it again! I love feeling my own daddy cumming inside me! I want it all! Fill me to the brim! I know your balls have been so swollen for so long! Give me all your thick cum! Fire it all deep inside your daughter's tight, stretchy cunt! You know that's where it belongs!" Kaylee squealed.

"FUCK! I know it's wrong. I know it's fucked up, but God, I can't believe how fucking hot it is to cum inside my own fucking daughter! God I want to do it! I want to give you all my cum, Kaylee! I want you to have it. I want you to take my cum inside of you again! It feels so fucking good!" Shane grunted.

I fell to my knees as I watched this. I had to shut my eyes, trying to protect my mind from the poison I was witnessing. Not only was I watching my husband having sex with our daughter, but this wasn't their first bout of insane sex. This was the middle of what seemed to be a long, drawn out encounter. A marathon of filthy sex. All I heard was the sound of wet flesh slapping together as my daughter rode her father's dick, and the images I imagined were almost worse that the truth. My eyes finally opened when I heard Kaylee scream out.

"I'M CUMMING! DADDY, I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING ON YOUR FAT COCK AGAIN!" Kaylee screamed.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! AHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHHHH! FUCK, I'M CUMMING!" Shane screamed. At the same moment, Kaylee buried his cock as deep as it would go in her young cunt and ground into it, flexing her ass as an orgasm hit her. My husband drove into her as his climax hit him. His balls flexed, and cum spewed forth from his thick shaft.

"Oh, Daddy! I feel it! I feel that cum deep inside my cunt! Daddy, I love it! Thank you! I love that cum! Give me everything Daddy! Give it all to me!" Kaylee squealed. 

I closed my eyes as my daughter and my husband rode out their orgasms together, grunting and moaning as they did so. After a few minutes, they both calmed, and the only noise I heard was a light sucking noise.

"Oh my God, I can feel your load inside me. You always cum so much, Daddy. I love it." Kaylee purred. "Mmmmm, there you go, Daddy. Suck my nipples, Daddy. Suck your daughter's nipples and recharge your batteries. We have a long night ahead of us."

I think at this moment, my soul left my body. This felt like a nightmare. A bad dream. I wanted to wake up. I wanted to escape. But I needed to know how it all got to this point.

***********

(Earlier that day)

(Shane)

I hung up the phone and glanced at my daughter. 

"I guess power's out all over the place. They said it could be two hours or two days. Sorry, princess." I told her.

"Two days!?" Kaylee said incredulously. "It better be two hours! I can't deal with two days of this! I'm sorry Dad, but if we don't have the AC back in a few hours, some clothes are coming off." she warned with a laugh, pulling at the hem of her top.

I laughed at what was obviously a joke, but my conversation with Jen gave this comment new meaning. I couldn't help but think that, with what my daughter was wearing, she didn't have much clothing to lose.

We were both sweaty, as the house was now stuffy from the lack of air conditioning. Power went out this morning, right after I woke up. The windows were open, but the heat both inside of the house and outside was overwhelming. I wore a loose T-shirt and shorts, and my daughter was wearing a tight, thin, pink cotton tank top and those black, stretchy bike shorts that molded to her amazing, perky teenage butt.

No, no, NO! I had to stop thinking about her that way! Before my conversation with Jen, I never really thought about Kaylee in any other way but as her father. But now, I couldn't stop thinking about her as a sexual creature. I had been up half the night dreading the conversation I had to have. Wondering if my daughter had been flirting with me.

I had to confront the fact that my daughter was a woman. A gorgeous young woman with a very mature body. A thin, fit frame with excessively large breasts and a firm, round butt. I had to stop thinking about her like that, but I just couldn't stop. It was so, so wrong. I knew that. But it didn't disgust me the way it probably should have. Part of me was flattered that such a gorgeous, sexy young woman might be fixated on me. Part of me hoped my wife was right. Part of me hoped Kaylee wanted me. When my daughter warned that if the power stayed off, her clothes might start coming off, part of me hoped to be in the room when she peeled off her sweat soaked clothes. 

It was wrong for so many reasons. Obviously, this was my daughter, and even thinking about her that way was beyond messed up. And there was the fact that, you know, I was married. Happily married to Kaylee's mother. I was never the type who thought about trading up for a younger, better woman. That's not how I thought. I was happy with Jen. She was still a great looking woman. She had aged gracefully. Now, it was true that her appetite had lessened a bit over the years, and sure, her body was not the body of a porn-star, but I was happy with my married life. I didn't expect her to still fuck like a minx the way she did in her younger years. That was too much to ask of any middle-aged woman. I was really happy with where my life and marriage was at this point. Nothing could get in the way of that, and I had never once considered stepping out on her, until my wife had brought up this whole situation with Kaylee. That was when I realized that, all this time, I was blissfully unaware that the younger, hotter, better version of my wife lived under the same roof as me. And now, I was becoming increasingly aware of that fact, and increasingly aware of the delightful way sweat would drip down my daughter's cavernous cleavage. I wondered if she would let me lick those beads of sweat off her smooth... no, NO!

"So, Dad..." Kaylee began, stepping closer and looking up at me. "What are we gonna do?"

I had never noticed these things before, but now, with her big, pretty eyes looking up at me, her voice low and heavy, I could feel the tension that Jen had noticed. I looked down at her, her smooth and plump lips curled in a smile. I wondered how they would feel around my... no, STOP IT!

I knew this was the moment I had been dreading. I had to have this talk with her, and we literally had nothing else to do at the moment. There was no point avoiding the inevitable.

I had to push this tension out, now, before something went terribly wrong.

"Um, sit down, Kaylee." I said, gesturing my hand at the couch.

"Uh, okay, Dad." she said curiously. She spun on her heel gracefully and padded over to the couch, plopping onto it. I moved over and joined her on it, sitting next to her. 

"So, your mother wanted me to talk to you." I began, looking at her. Her eyes scrunched in confusion.

"You guys aren't getting divorced, are you?" she asked. I laughed.

"No, no, no... it's nothing like that." I began. "It's just..." I paused, nervous to proceed. "Your mother is becoming concerned about something that's been happening lately."

"What?" she asked.

"She thinks you've been a bit overly... affectionate... lately." I began.

"What do you mean?" she asked. I sighed deeply and continued.

"She thinks you've been kind of... flirty... with, uh... me." I said with a gulp. I watched her expression, waiting for her reaction. Then, she laughed.

"What?" she asked incredulously, slapping my thigh with her hand. 

"She thinks you've been a bit overly affectionate with me." I said fully.

"That's ridiculous." Kaylee said, "I mean, that's like, gross, right? You're my dad."

"I know, sweetie, I know. But, uh, looking back... there are times when you have been a bit touchy-feely. And I don't know if you do it on purpose, you have some mannerisms that come across as if you're flirting. And some of the things you say as well... like I said, it might be second nature, and you don't know you're doing it, but your mom has noticed it, and it's making her uncomfortable." I told her.

"But, you didn't notice anything?" she asked inquisitively.

"Not really." I began, and her expression dropped ever so slightly. "But your mom thought I was. She said I was encouraging this behavior in you. But I didn't even notice anything wrong."

"I, uh, I think Mom might be reading too much into things." Kaylee began knowingly. "I mean, yeah, I might be a bit flirty, but it's nothing like that."

"I know hon, and I know this is really awkward for us both. But your mother wanted us to talk this out, because it's making her uncomfortable. And if it's something you do to the wrong person, it might get you into trouble. So, I guess it might for the best that you be a little more aware of what you're doing, especially, I guess, around here. I mean, you're a young woman and flirting happens, but you need to know when to turn it on and off." I told her.

Kaylee nodded and smiled warmly.

"Got it, Daddio." she said, giving me a thumbs up.

"So that's why your mom went away this weekend. She wanted to give us space so we could talk this out. Put it all out on the table, so we could get whatever this is out of our systems." I told her. "But, I think we've kinda hashed this out, at this point..." I added, relieved.




Out of Your Systems



"Yeah, I think so." Kaylee said. "I mean, haha..." she began, rearranging herself so her legs were under her and she was kneeling on the couch on them. "What did she think? That I was harboring some deep, dark, filthy crush on my dad?" she asked, holding her arms up, questioningly. This movement caused her bra-less breasts to jiggle. (Yes, I had noticed her lack of a bra. It was a hot and sweaty day, I was giving her a break.)

"I think so. I, uh, I know it's wrong, but yeah, she thought something weird was up." I replied. She reached up, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. God, she looked sexy doing that.

"That's crazy. I mean, I'm shocked her mind went there." Kaylee began. "But I have to ask... was there some eensy, teensy, tiny part of you that wondered if she was right about me?"

"Oh, uh, no, of course not, sweetie." I assured, giving her a crooked, nervous smile.

"Yeah, I figured." Kaylee replied. "I mean, what did she think was going on? Like I was seriously flirting with my own father? Like, I'm seriously showing off my cleavage just for you? I mean, I like showing off my big boobs. Sue me!"

"Yeah, it's kinda funny." I replied, still a little nervous at this. She moved closer, enjoying this line of conversation.

"Like, did she seriously think I was, like, whispering sweet nothings in your ear? That whenever we were together, I would say something like..." she paused, before leaning in close to me, moving her lips to my ear and whispering huskily, "I want to wrap my smooth lips around your thick daddy-dick, suck on it as hard as I fucking can, and swallow every fucking drop of cum from your big, fat balls!"

My eyes widened as she whispered this. I gulped and looked at her as she pulled back, grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

"What did you just say?" I stammered out. Then, she laughed.

"Daddy, I'm just kidding! Jeez, you're just like Mom, with your mind in the gutter." she said, shaking her head.

"I've, uh... never heard you talk like that." I gulped out.

"Well, Daddy, there is a lot you don't know about me. Maybe we should hang out a bit more... you might hear me talk like that more often." she teased with a coy smile, chewing on her bottom lip.

"Uh..." I stammered, not sure what to say. Kaylee giggled.

"Daddy, I'm just messing with you." Kaylee said, standing up, her breasts bouncing as she did so.

"Uh, yeah, uh, well that's... good." I said, standing up. "You definitely have a twisted sense of humor, honey, but as your father, I don't really want to hear you talk like that."

"Really, Daddy? You don't like hearing your perfect little princess talking a little bit... dirty?" Kaylee questioned coyly.

"Nnn- no. Of course not. Why?" I asked.

"Well, because me talking like that gave you a tremendous erection." Kaylee said with a confident smile.

I looked down, and saw the imprint of my meaty cock bulging against my shorts. I brought my hands down to cover myself.

"Kaylee, uh, I, uh, I don't know why I have an, uh, you know... it must be the heat." I stammered. Kaylee seemed undeterred, nodding sarcastically.

"Right, right, the heat. Listen, Daddy, I know the truth. Mom knows the truth. And clearly, your dick knows the truth. Your daughter got older, got hotter, learned how to show off her body a little bit, and now there's something between us. A tension, like Mom said. I think Daddy's got a crush. Look at yourself. You're sweating and stuttering. Your dick is slobbering all over itself at the sight of me." Kaylee said, standing up, approaching me predatorily. "You might know better, but your Daddy-dick LOVES your daughter's hot body!"

"Kaylee, I think you have the wrong idea." I said defensively, stepping back. 

"Do I?" Kaylee asked. "Admit it, Dad. You want me."

"No!" I replied.

"You've got it bad for your own daughter. How sick... how filthy! I didn't realize how dirty you really were, Daddy. But don't worry... I like it." Kaylee said confidently, wearing a wicked grin. Holy shit! Jen was right! Kaylee was flirting with me!

"Kaylee, this is wrong. If this is some kind of joke, it's going way too far!" I croaked out.

"So, if I said that your daughter wants her daddy's cock to take her in any hole he wants, as hard as he wants, for as long as he wants, that wouldn't affect you?" my daughter asked.

"What?" I stammered, shaking my head. What the fuck was going on here?

"If I said, that the heat is so sweltering that we should just take off our clothes now and see what happens, that wouldn't affect you?" Kaylee asked, still approaching me, cocking her head slightly.

"No, Kaylee, stop." I begged. My back hit a wall, and she kept approaching. 

"And... if I said, I think Mom is a pathetic, ugly, jealous loser and if you haven't thought about trading up to a hotter woman, you're lying... that wouldn't bother you?" she asked, moving close to me.

"Don't say these things, Kaylee." I pled.

"But why shouldn't I when they're true? When you love it so much? You love hearing me trashing Mom, cause you know deep down she deserves it. God, look at it! It looks like it's about to explode! It must be uncomfortable, Dad. Feel free to, you know, take it out if you have to. I won't mind" Kaylee said with a bright smile.

"Kaylee, please... what are you doing? You don't know what you're saying. What's going on?" I asked, panicked, not knowing what had brought on this total change in my normally sweet daughter. But, of course, she just ignored me.

"And..." she began, stepping close enough so I could feel her large breasts pressing into my chest ever so slightly. "If I took your hands..." she said, grabbing my wrists and pulling them around her, slapping my hands onto her spandex covered ass. "And forced you to squeeze..." she said, her voice a harsh whisper as she squeezed her fingers around mine, forcing me to squeeze my daughter's ass. "Your own daughter's Grade-A, top-shelf ass... you wouldn't lose control?"

I sighed as I felt the firm, warm flesh between my fingers. I couldn't find any words. I was breathing deep as she pressed herself into my crotch, forcing my stiff cock against her firm belly. She was pressing against me as I was forced to squeeze her hot ass, even though her hands were no longer making me do the squeezing. She looked up at me as I breathed deeply, my hands still admiring her perfect rear. 

"It's okay Daddy." she whispered. "I know my ass is incredible. You deserve to play with it at least once, don't you?"

My head tilted slightly, pressing against her. I felt like I was floating, and the only thing harnessing me to reality were my squeezing hands glued to her ass.

"You love this, don't you, Daddy?" she gasped. "You love my teasing... my body... the way I bash Mom. You love it all. You are so, so desperate to trade Mom in for a younger, firmer, hotter model. No more pale, saggy skin. No more wrinkles. No more ugly face. No more bitching out at you. No more once-a-week lovemaking. No! You're trading up. You'll have a young hottie with smooth, tan skin, a firm, tight body, perfect fucking hair, long fucking legs, a perfect round ass. You'll have a hot young teenage slut with giant fucking tits who'll fuck you three times a day. Every man's dream, right?"

"Jesus." I gasped. 

"Admit it, Daddy." she said softly, looking up at me, her fingers playing with my belt buckle. "I know you're not attracted to Mom anymore. I know it. How could you be? I mean, she's barely even trying anymore. Do you see the way she dresses? Have you seen her hair? Mom is a woman who has given up on the idea of ever trying to seem attractive to the opposite sex. She thinks she has you locked down for good, and you would have no reason to ever step out on her. But we know that's not true. We know that's wrong... right?"

"I... uh..." I stammered. She simply smiled.

"Daddy, it's time to let me care for you. Time for me to take over. It's time for your daughter to become your slut! Your whore on the side. Your mistress. The skank that every daddy needs, so he can do all the gross, sick stuff Mom would never let you do. Things that daughters are especially good at. I know more about sex than Mom ever did. Think of what a body like mine could to you." she purred, undoing my belt slowly... confidently.

"Kaylee." I gasped. What was happening here? Jen was right. Kaylee wanted me. Kaylee wanted to fuck me. And the worst thing was, my cock had never been harder. What was wrong with me? Why didn't this bother me? My own flesh and blood was hitting on me. She wanted my body, my cock, and my cum. She wanted me to betray my wife and fuck her. This was so wrong, but my daughter was so sexy, and her tits were so big! Not that that should matter, but they were fucking enormous and juicy. Kaylee saw my plight and smiled, and as she did, her hand slipped into my pants, her fingers curling around the thick root of my cock.

"It's okay, Daddy." Kaylee whispered, squeezing my rock-hard cock firmly, her touch like hot fire against my meat, causing me to feel harder than I had ever had in my life. "You don't need to lie anymore. I can tell you want me. You've wanted this for a while now. I know you want this... you want me. You want my body. It's okay. I know it's wrong, but, well... look at me. Haha! No one would blame you for wanting me. My body is that fucking amazing. And besides, your daughter is horny as fuck and needs a cock in her, like, right now! It's too hot out to do anything else. We have no TV. No internet. No power. No swimming pool. No anything. The only other thing we can do to pass the time is have sex. So what are we waiting for? Daddy, Mom left us alone so we could do this. To get this tension between us out of our systems. To finally just have sex and get it over with! And I intend to do that. Let's take off our clothes and just fucking do it! Let's fuck! You won't regret it, Daddy. I'm, like, really, really good at it."

"Kaylee..." I began, not knowing what to say. She pulled back from me slightly, but my hands still rested on her jutting ass.

"I have a confession... all those times I told you I was volunteering at the church, I really wasn't. I was sneaking off with my boyfriends, worshipping at the altar of the biggest, hardest, fattest cocks I could get my hands on. So trust me Daddy, I know how to please a guy. And, my friends have told me how older men like their sex... rough and filthy. There's no good reason not to do this, so don't fight it anymore! It'll be so perfect. You'll have a young slut on the side, and I'll get the perfect older boyfriend who will give me everything I ever need. We've both wanted this for a long time. We don't need to wait anymore. It's time for us to get it on... finally! Get all that tasty tension out of our systems! Please, Daddy! Please!" she begged girlishly.

"Kaylee, I, uh, I..." I panted, unsure of what to do. I looked down at Kaylee. Her pretty face. Her big eyes. Her smooth, plump lips. Her perfect, sexy chestnut hair. Her giant breasts, and the deep fault-line of cleavage. My mind was over-stimulated. Kaylee's pheromones were driving me nuts. 

"What's wrong, Daddy?" she asked. "Don't you think I'm sexy? C'mon, there's nothing wrong with a dad telling his daughter that he thinks she's sexy."

"Okay, uh yes, fine! You're sexy! Very sexy, okay!" I relented, unable to think straight.

"Sexier than Mom?" she asked, looking up at me hopefully. "Sexier than she ever was?"

"Fuck, Kaylee. Fine! Yes! Okay? You're sexier than your mother!" I admitted. "But please don't do this!"

"Don't do what, Daddy? It's okay to admit that your daughter's body makes your cock throb. There's nothing wrong with that." Kaylee purred.

"Okay, Kaylee... you're really hot! You... you do turn me on, clearly, but we can't... this is so wrong!" I affirmed, trying desperately to push her away while acknowledging the obvious.

"Are you sure, Daddy? Cause when I said you could have me in every hole, I meant it." my daughter whispered lustily.

"Well, uh... wait." I stammered before my attention was grabbed. "Even, uh..." I questioned before I could stop myself.

"Yeah." Kaylee confirmed, nodding proudly. "Even that." The memory of her ass in my palms, and the idea of those round cheeks pried apart, my cock in between them, buried in her warm, tight ass... no. NO! Shut it down!

Her confidence made me shiver. Her words made me throb. I kept trying to tell myself no, that this was massively fucked up, but my mind kept coming to only one solution.

"Kaylee..." I gasped. 

"Daddy... I'm hot, you're hot, and Mom's... not. Let's do what comes naturally for people like us. Daddy... c'mon! Do you know how lucky you are? You have your own hot daughter willing and so ready to take off her clothes and show you the goods. Do you know how many men out there would do anything to have an 18-year-old slut like me? Do you know how many hunky daddies like you are out there that would kill to have their hot daughters offer them this? You will get to see your daughter's huge boobs! You'll get to squeeze them! You will get to see your daughter's bare, trimmed cunt! Her smooth, round, juicy ass! You'll get to fuck my body as hard and as rough as you want. I want you to fucking use me! You'll get to use your daughter's tight pussy for your pleasure! My cute, wet mouth, my nasty, awesome cunt, my tight asshole, Daddy... they are all yours. My body is yours. You just need to take it!" Kaylee insisted firmly.

I tried to think, to try to talk myself out of this. But she had my number, and my cock was throbbing. I tried... I tried... I tried. I looked at her, lust taking over, rational thought leaving my brain. 

Kaylee knew she had me.

She smiled and her eyes flashed with lust. Before I knew it, she jumped forward and mashed her smooth lips roughly against mine. My daughter began kissing me, our lips smacking together as I couldn't help but return the gesture. Her tongue leapt into my mouth as our kiss got deeper, tongues mashing together. Kaylee was an aggressive kisser, her tongue going wild, her smooth lips pressed against mine. This went on for a few minutes, me and my daughter swapping spit, until Kaylee pulled away, spit connecting our mouths, a smug smile on her face as she grabbed me by my shirt.

Kaylee pulled me forward and shoved me onto the couch. Regaining my bearings, I looked up just in time to see Kaylee reach down and pull up on her tank top. I watched, transfixed as more and more of Kaylee's firm, flat belly was exposed to me. Her smooth, tan, sweat covered skin was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. 

She saw how rapturously I was staring at her perfect stomach, and she took advantage. She stepped forward, and my hands slid up to rest on her hips. My fingers pressed into her firm flesh slightly before she grabbed my scalp in with one hand and pulled me closer, holding up her top with her other hand. Before I knew it, my face pressed against her sweaty belly. Knowing what she wanted, my tongue instinctively leapt from my mouth and slid into her cute belly button.

"Ahh, fuck!" she sighed. My tongue poked at her belly button, licking her sweat as I stabbed my tongue lightly against her. I let my tongue slide against her belly, worshipping it, gathering her sweat on my tongue as I replaced it with my saliva. My daughter held me against her, letting me admire her flat belly with my tongue. I felt goose bumps rise on her skin as my tongue made her shiver. Finally, she pushed me back, the sensation too much to take.

Her hand slid from my head to the bottom of her top as she resumed lifting her shirt up. I watched as the undersides of her breasts appeared, and she paused there, teasing me. She played with her top, sliding it along the firm flesh, letting me see the way it pressed into her firm, perky breasts, without letting me see anything more. Her top had to be millimeters away from revealing her nipples. I needed to see more, and she held me on edge, torturing me for a few moments. 

"I really shouldn't be showing my daddy my big breasts... but I really want to." Kaylee said, chewing on her lip, teasing me, only a small flicker of a knowing smile shining through.

"Kaylee..." I sighed, not knowing how to deal with anymore torment.

"I mean, what would everyone think? If people found out that I showed my own dad my soft, round, massive breasts... everyone would all call me a huge slut!" she whined, suddenly acting all innocent, stamping the ground with her foot, causing a ripple to traverse along the undersides of my daughter's smooth breasts. "And besides, you're my DAD... my big, strong, hunky daddy. Not a boy... a real fucking man!" she sighed. "I mean, you have that smile... that hair... that butt... that body. You are, like, totally perfect older boyfriend material, but you're a good daddy."

"Uh, thanks." I replied, not sure where she was going with this. My cock was throbbing after I made out with my daughter and as she teased showing me her breasts. I was certainly not feeling like a good father. I didn't even know how I had come this far. She had me completely wrapped around her finger.

"But you're still a man, and if a hunky older man like yourself has a sexy young daughter bopping around the house, who is just all tits and ass, just gagging for a good dicking... no one would blame you for wanting a piece. If a daughter like me showed her hot daddy the goods... even he would lose control. You'd be an animal! A beast! Nothing could stop you from groping your daughter dearest. Nothing could stop you from squeezing... and feeling. Nothing could stop from sticking your huge daddy-dick between them and fucking them! Nothing could stop you from slapping them... pinching them... pulling your dick out from in-between and cumming all over them. Coating your own daughter's huge tits with your thick cum like a fucking fire hose!" she moaned out.

I was frozen, my dick throbbing at her filthy language. She sensed my struggle and smiled slightly, breaking this façade of innocence for a split second.

"So, I really shouldn't show you my amazing, mammoth rack." Kaylee purred, biting her plump lower lip, continuing on with this little innocent charade. "I know they are perfect and incredible and so much bigger and better than Mom's. But you're my daddy, a good, perfect daddy, and if I showed you them, you would want to do bad things to me. And I would SO let you, Dad. You have no idea what I would let you do to me... you have no idea how long I've wanted this. How I've dreamed about all the things I would do to you. But we can't! It would be wrong! If I show you my body... my breasts... you'd become a bad daddy, a cursing, rutting, nasty, beautiful, perfect stallion of a man. And me... I'd just be a little slut. And that would be so wrong." she finished, looking staring into my eyes, eyes glassy with lust, nipples throbbing under her top, begging to be exposed to the heated air, eager to be displayed in front of me. 

"Kaylee..." I said, rubbing my forehead. "Are you trying to talk me out of this now?"

"Unless..." she began, acting as if she didn't hear me. "...you tell me it's okay. That I wouldn't disappoint my GORGEOUS daddy by letting him know his little princess is a total SLUT." she said, emphasizing that last word, her tone turning more predatory as she moved in closer. "Daddy, I want you to tell me that it's okay to be a slut... that you want me to be a slut... that you like that I'm a slut. I want you to tell me that you love the fact your daughter is a skank. That you take pride in the fact that your daughter is a complete whore. That you love the fact that I've spread my legs for more boys than you can possibly imagine. That I shake my butt at any boy that looks cute. You love the fact that I am even willing to show my naked body to you, my own father. You love it! Tell me its okay that I want to show you my huge tits... my shaved little whorish cunt... my perfect, round ass. Tell me, and I swear to God, I will fuck your brains out so good you will pass out. Tell me how proud you are of your daughter's hot body. Tell me, and I will be the little slut my Daddy needs, and I will let you do whatever you want to me." 




Out of Your Systems



She was inches away from me, still holding her top in place. We held each others' lusty gaze. 

"Can I be your little slut, Daddy?" she asked, in the most teasingly girlish voice possible, wanting to have me completely wrapped around her finger before sealing the deal.

She did... she so did.

I think my mind completely snapped at that moment. Logic and reason escaped me. The only thing that mattered in my addled brain was seeing those enormous, perky boobs.

"Show them to me." I panted, barely recognizing my voice in this lustful desperation. "I want my little princess to be my little slut. I love your hot body. I love that you're filthy. I love that you're not as prudish as your mom. I love how sexy my hot daughter is. I love that my daughter is a nasty fucking slut! A filthy whore who wants to fuck her own father! Now please... show them to me!" I begged, giving her what she wanted. A smile so filled with lust and satisfaction flicked across her plump lips. Then... with a quick, smooth jerk, she yanked her top up to her shoulders.

Finally, my daughter's massive breasts plopped out of her top, jiggling to a stop in front of me. 

They were enormous. They were round, and firm, and rode together perfectly. They were so juicy and fleshy and ripe like fruit. They were so big on her small frame, jutting out smoothly from her chest, like a work of art. They were so large and full they pressed against each other, creating a natural chasm of succulent cleavage. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds, jutting out from her round areolas, aching to be sucked and nibbled on. 

She tossed her top away and let me take in this wondrous sight for a few moments. I admired the way they rippled and moved with each slight movement she made. They were perfectly tanned... and smooth... and just perfect. These were porn star breasts, nestled on the body of my 18-year-old daughter. She looked so filthy standing in front of me, with those huge tits, that confident smile and all that smooth, sexy exposed skin.

She put her hands on her hips and let me stare longer. Her fingers rested on the only remaining bit of clothing she had on, those stretchy booty shorts. She let her father gaze in awe at her perfection. How had I not noticed how jaw-droppingly sexy my daughter was? My eyes were wide, my mouth was open, and my cock was as hard as concrete. My daughter was looking down at me, eyes glassy with lust, breathing deep, licking her lips, her skin glowing, her nipples throbbing, aching for a mouth. Our bodies were communicating, pheromones passing between us, leading us towards an inevitable, unavoidable physical collision.

Finally, our lust was too much to take, and my daughter was too impatient to wait any longer. She bounded forward, jumping into my lap, her firm ass slamming into my thighs as she took the opportunity to shove her tits in my face.

"Daddy, take them in. Rub your face on them. Suck my big, soft tits and forgot all about Mom." she moaned out, wrapping her arms around me and forcing me to drown in their softness. I was now face deep within my 18-year-old daughter's, mammoth, sweaty breasts. I scrubbed my face against the perfect, smooth flesh, feeling her hard nipples scratching against my face. I let my tongue escape my mouth, licking whatever parts of her huge tits that I could. 

"Oh, fuck, Daddy! It feels so good!" Kaylee moaned, grinding her crotch against me. As I drowned in her deep cleavage, I slid my hands down and took her butt in my hands, gripping the perky flesh eagerly, holding her against me as I ground against her. My fingers slid into her spandex covered ass-crack, pressing against her, teasing her with my big hand.

"Uhhnnnnn, touch me, Daddy. Touch me!" she moaned out. As she smothered me with her awesome rack, I slid my hands up and under her tight shorts, sliding my hands against my daughter's bare ass. I gripped her ass cheeks firmly, admiring the juicy flesh with my hands.

"Fuck!" I groaned, as my daughter ground against my bulging cock. I let my fingers tease her ass-crack again, causing her to squeal and shiver in pleasure. She pressed herself against me roughly, grinding hard against my cock and forcing her breasts into my face roughly as I slid my fingers between her butt-cheeks. Suddenly, she pulled herself back, pulling away from me, sliding back so her butt was resting on my knees. In this position, my hands were forced to slide to her hips, resting there as she looked down at me, panting with lust. She looked down at my sweat-covered face, the combined sweat from the heat, the exertion, and the perspiration that dripped off from her massive, sweaty breasts. 

"Look at my boobs, Daddy." she told me. "Study them. Memorize every fucking inch of them, cause you're about to get very well-acquainted with your 18-year-old daughter's massive rack."

I complied with her wishes and stared at my daughter's huge bare breasts. They were simply magnificent. My daughter was very fit, so those over-sized melons really jumped out from her slim frame. They couldn't have been more perfect if they had been sculpted by an artist. They were amazingly full and perfectly rounded, riding together on her chest, creating a magnificent canyon of cleavage, while at the same time bursting outward, letting any lucky bystander behind her get a primo view of the sides of her massive boobs. There was no angle that you could look at my daughter without noticing her giant breasts. 

The flesh looked so perfectly smooth that you wanted to just touch them, as if on reflex. And they looked so incredibly soft that anyone's hands would ache when in her presence, desperate to squeeze those gigantic jugs. They were perfectly ripe, teenage breasts. And capping each one was a hard, pinkish nipple, tightened with the lust coursing through her. Each nipple made your mouth water, desperate to take them in your mouth and worship them with your lips and tongue. 

"Mmm, I love the way you look at me." Kaylee purred, her voice thick with lust. She leaned back lightly, her breasts heaving with need, her skin glowing with want, her nipples pulsing in pleasure. She could feel my eyes consuming her hot body, and she loved it. "Keep looking at them. Imagine them bouncing. Imagine them rippling." she said, flicking her left breast with her fingers, sending a slight ripple through it. "Imagine them pouring through your fingers... imagine them covered in your thick cum." she purred, sliding her hands down to grip my wrists. "Tell me how much you love them, Daddy. Tell me how much you love your daughter's enormous breasts. How much more your love your daughter's big boobs than everything about Mom. Tell me how proud you are that your little princess has such big, beautiful, juicy tits. Tell me how much you like it when I show them off. Tell me that you think my breasts are the hottest... the sexiest... the most beautiful things you have ever seen, and I swear, I will let you do whatever you want to them."

"Kaylee..." I croaked out. "They're amazing. You have the most perfect breasts I have ever seen. They are so fucking big... so round, so beautiful. They are... perfect, better than your mother's breasts, better than your mother all-together. Please..." I begged, my focus solely on those tits, not considering any logic or reason. "Let me touch them."

Her eyes flashed in pleasure and joy, knowing she had me beat. In a flash, she pulled my hands up her body, sliding them onto her jutting rack. Finally, I had my hands on my daughter's giant breasts and I wasn't gonna waste this opportunity.

"Holy fuck!" I called out, my fingers digging into the succulent flesh. "Oh my God!" I sighed. They felt so good! They were immaculate. They were just so soft, and squishy, and just fucking perfect. I squeezed them firmly, digging into them with my large fingers, immersing my hands in their amazing softness.

"Oh my God, Daddy. Squeeze them, Dad. Squeeze 'em! God, you have no idea how long I've wanted you to do this to me." Kaylee sighed, running a hand through her hair as she let her father grope her large, protruding breasts. Her perky flesh poured through my fingers and her rubbery nipples danced in my palms. I slid my hands down under them, cupping the jiggling flesh in my palms, supporting their excessive mass. I pointed one of her hard, throbbing nipples at my face, getting it poised for what was to come. I looked up into her eyes, licked my lips, and dove forward, taking my daughter's hard nipple into my mouth for the first time. 

"AAAHHHHH! FUCK! YES!" Kaylee moaned out savagely. She slid her hand to the back of my head, her nails scraping my scalp as she pulled me into her chest, trying to force more nipple into my mouth. My mouth attacked her smooth flesh, my teeth scraping against her skin lightly and lavished her nipple with my tongue. My lips formed a tight seal around the hard nipple as I began to suck on it.

"Suck my tits, Daddy! Suck them! Oh my God, yes!" she squealed, rubbing her fingers along the back of my scalp lovingly. As I inhaled her hard nipple, she spoke up. "Oh my God, Daddy, you have no idea. This is gonna be so perfect! Now that we are hooking up, now that you're my boyfriend, and I'm your super-hot, super-young girlfriend, your mistress, things are gonna be SO much better! Now that my stud of a daddy is on my side and not Mom's, things are gonna be very different around here. That's it, Daddy, just keep sucking. Just focus on my breasts and let me take care of everything else."

"Anyway, Daddy, now that we're about to become lovers, you need to know how things are gonna work around here from now on." Kaylee began, the only response I could give was the light sucking coming from my busy mouth. "Now that your big, fat, daddy-dick belongs to me now, you're gonna let me get away with, pretty much, whatever the fuck I want. No matter what, Daddy! From now on, if it comes down to me versus Mom, you will take my side on everything. And I mean everything. You will override Mom, overrule her, do whatever, I don't care. But you will take my side, Daddy. Your goal from now on is to keep your little princess happy, to spoil me rotten, and give me everything I ever wanted. And Daddy, I want it all!" she said, laughing as she leaned back, pulling her wet nipple from my mouth. Before I could react, she pivoted her torso, forcing her other nipple into my mouth as she continued her monologue.

"Daddy, you're gonna hook me up with everything now! You're gonna buy me all sorts of slutty outfits. Tiny underwear. All sorts of things designed solely to highlight my hot body. Really skimpy, really low-cut... the sort of stuff daddies like you seem to love! The kinds of things that make naughty daddies drool. And I want other stuff too. Jewelry, a new car... and Daddy, I really, really want to get some tattoos. Like, a whole lot of them. All along my arm, my lower back, and... other places." she teased. "Mom would never let me do any of this. But you, Daddy... you will. You're on my side now, not hers. You will do what I say and help me get everything I ever wanted. You will spoil me rotten, and in exchange, you get to fuck this body as hard as you want, as often as you want, in any hole you want. That sounds fair, right?"

I looked up at her, my mouth full of nipple. I realized at that moment that both me and my wife had underestimated Kaylee. We honestly had no idea what kind of girl she really was. Before today, I thought of her as a sweet, bright, church-going, angelic 18-year-old girl. But the truth was, she had a dark side. She was no angel. She was a slut. A slut who wanted to revel in the nastiness of that lifestyle and who had no ambition other than satisfying her own needs. I should be horrified by this, but here I was sucking her mammoth breast, enabling her, giving her exactly what she wanted. She was so hot... so sexy, and her breasts were just so big. I knew, at this point, I was powerless to resist. I was powerless to stop myself from giving my slut daughter exactly what she wanted. 

I would do as my daughter commanded.

I pulled her hardened nipple from my mouth and looked up at her, our eyes communicating the heat between us. The unnatural, physical lust me and my daughter shared for each other. The pressure became too much to take.

My lips savagely met hers as our open mouths collided, forming a tight seal against each other as we began to make out again deeply. Her tongue was forceful, sliding against mine as it entered my mouth, making me take it, making my submission to her deeper.

As me and my daughter swapped spit, she pressed herself against me, grinding herself against my bulging crotch. I slid one of my hands between us to squeeze at her big boobs some more, and as I did one of hers slid down, easing into my shorts. I jumped when I felt my daughter's slender fingers curl around the root of my cock.

"Oh my God!" Kaylee called out, her warm fingers squeezing my aching shaft. "I have never felt a cock this hard! You must really like me." she sighed, smiling hotly before leaning down to press her soft lips against mine again. 

Our lips smacked against each other as her slim hand began to slowly stroke my pulsing shaft. My cock began leaking pre-cum, coating her hand, lubricating it to ease her stroking. After a few minutes of this she pulled away again.

"Okay, I have GOT to see this fucking thing." she said, pulling back, taking her weight off my lap as she slid down to kneel between my legs on the floor. Her hands reached up to undo my shorts and begin to pull them down. I sat up to allow her pull them off, and I watched her face light up as my throbbing erection spring out from within, her eyes following it as it bounced. "WOW! Just... holy fuck! That's big!" Kaylee said, her hand returning to its place, her delicate fingers returning to my dick, stroking my shaft slowly, appreciatively.

The lust she was feeling was painted on her face. She gazed wide-eyed at my weapon, her hand gripping it firmly. She chewed on her lower lip cutely before letting her tongue moisten it. A soft breath escaped her mouth.

"Jesus..." she said softly, her hand going smoothly up and down my dick.

"Oh my God." I said, my head falling back against the couch, the pleasure incredible. A wicked smile crossed her lips.

"I bet it doesn't get this hard for Mommy, does it?" Kaylee teased, the movement of her stroking hand causing her tits to shake. Her other hand slid down to cup my sack, squeezing it lightly.

"Aaaaahhh." I moaned out, and she took that as an affirmative. But she could see the conflict on my face, me still not wanting to disparage her mother. So she went on the attack.

"Daddy, don't forget... Mom wanted this. She wanted this to happen. Even she knows that when there is this uncontrollable attraction between two people, even when it's her own husband and daughter, even Mom knows the best thing to do is just to let us fuck and get it over with. And you wanted this too. I could tell. Daughters always know these things. I just knew my hot and sexy father wanted nothing more than to have his hot daughter... with her big tits...and her hot ass... to be on her knees, like this... stroking your fat cock, and doing a whole lot more." she said, licking her lips.

"Uh... Kaylee..." I panted, letting my head fall back. What the hell was I doing, I thought. But Kaylee didn't acknowledge any hesitance on my part. She continued on the attack.

"Mmmm. So much cum in there, and all for me." she said, her energetic fingers massaging my swollen scrotum, playing with my balls lightly. "It's so big!" she gasped softly, looking up at me, her hand still working it's magic. She moved her face closer, examining the underside of her father's large cock. It's manly scent hit her nose with a jolt. "Oh my God, I just have to suck this cock. Dad, you have, like, no idea. Does Mom suck on it anymore?" she asked excitedly, moving her body in closer to me. To it. 

"Oh, uh... no, not for a while." I stammered as she stroked me in just the right away. I knew I should stop this, but... my daughter knew how to stroke a cock. I was almost on edge already. 

"Good... cause this cock belongs to me now. Not Mom." Kaylee asserted with a wicked smile as she gripped it firmly between her fingers, holding it possessively, conveying to me that it was her gripping my cock, not my wife. 

"Fuck..." I said softly, the thought sending a filthy thrill through me, not able to stop my cock from throbbing, and not able to find the words to dispute her. 

"Well, let me show you all the things I learned in my free time." she said coyly but excitedly. "Let me show you what us girls really learn about behind closed doors. Let me show you what teenage girls do to boys these days." 

With that, she took a deep breath and leaned over with her mouth open, her focus shifting from my eyes to the throbbing piece of meat in front of her. She stared down the length of my cock for a few seconds, worshipping it with her eyes. Her smooth lips parted as her mouth opened, her warm breath caressing the head of my dick. As her lips got closer, just millimeters from making contact, she pulled back.

"Oh my God, it's just really big!" Kaylee said with a giggle, her seductress veneer dropped for a second, looking more like a nervous 18-year-old than she had through throughout this seduction. "I've never sucked on one as big as this." she said, with a sugary sweet intonation, highlighting her youth to me once more. This was my daughter! My 18 year old daughter. This jolt of innocence sent a shot of panic through me again. 

"Kaylee... no, we can't do this." I said, beginning to move to stand up.

"No, no, wait!" Kaylee said, maintaining her grip on my cock with one hand and using the other to grab onto my thigh, digging in with her nails slightly, urging me to stay seated.

"Kaylee, we really shouldn't do this. This is so wrong!" I urged, willing her to stop this madness, cause I didn't know if I could. This had gone too far already. I mean, my daughter had stroked my cock, and we made out and I... oh God, I had squeezed and sucked on her magnificent, massive tits. I had smothered my face in them. This had to stop. I couldn't let this go any further. I was her father. I had to be firm. I had to be strong. 

"Kaylee..." I said firmly, sounding more like her father than I had during all of this. "We can't do this. You know we can't." I said with some force. She looked up at me, trying to still be the seductress, but I saw my words hit her with a shock. I saw the intelligent, mature side of her coming back to the surface. She saw the resolve in my eyes and the logic of my words and pulled away somewhat.

"You're right, Dad." Kaylee said, sitting back on her heels. "This is so, so wrong." she confirmed, her tone seemingly accepting of this truth.

"It is." I said. "And it needs to stop. Now, let go of my dick, please."

Her fingers were still curled around the base of my shaft. She smiled at me slightly, paused for a moment, squeezing my shaft ever so lightly before releasing her grip. I looked down at her cute face, but my eyes trailed down to her amazing, huge breasts. I had to look away.

"Kaylee..." I began, trying to rub out these illicit sights and put on my most parental tone. "It's clear there is an obvious... attraction... between us. A physical one. But we can't indulge it. I'm your father, you're my daughter. Sex..." I began, the word itself tasting like fire saying it in my daughter's presence. "Sex can't happen." 

"I know." she smiled sadly, but it seemed I had rescued us. We had gone to the edge of the cliff, but we hadn't gone over, thank goodness. I had put a stop this and had finally gotten through to her. 

"But how?" Kaylee asked. "How can we go on with this between us? I mean... we both want it. We both really want it, and we both can't hide it. Even Mom can see it. I mean... look at yourself." she said, staring at my still rock hard dick jutting out from my crotch. I tried to cover myself, but there wasn't any pillow or anything, and my shorts were still caught up at my feet. I tried to use my hands, but with the state my cock was in that was hard to do. She saw my struggle and smiled. "I mean, look right there, you can't contain it. You're trying to say no, but your dick is saying yes. You can't stop yourself from letting me get it so big and hard. And Dad... you have no idea how wet I am. How can we stop this when it feels so right? I mean, we are such a good match. You have that big, fat thing between your legs, and my pussy is, like, super-tight but super stretchy. So it's, like, perfect for a cock like yours."




Out of Your Systems



"Kaylee, I know it would be good, but... we can't, and you know that." I asserted, appealing to her better nature, feeling as if I had almost turned the tide and had finally wrested control from her. I had made a dent in her plans, but it seemed she was looking at this from a purely logical point of view. Trying to figure out how we could just look past this desire between us. She continued.

"But how can we hide this? Dad, like I said, we both want this. You want your own daughter to suck you off, and quite frankly, I still really, really want to suck it. I have wanted to for a long time, and honestly, I am drooling just looking at it. You are hot for your daughter's body, as hot as I am for yours. If we just get up and walk away, there is still gonna be all this hot, sticky tension between us. Nothing will change. I will still be the little slut strutting her stuff in front of you. I will be shaking my ass, and my big boobs will be bouncing, and it will be just for you. The tension will be unbearable, but the only difference will be that you now know that I am willing to spread my legs for you in an instant. And the knowledge that you have a hot, little teenage slut with huge tits and a perfect ass who's willing to do bad things to you... that thought will keep your cock throbbing." Kaylee asserted. "And knowing that your eyes are gonna be on me and, like, me alone... and not Mom... my pussy is gonna be fucking soaked whenever we're together. I say we just fucking do it. Let's give Mom what she asked for and just get it on. Let's just do it, just fuck me wherever you want, hard as you want, get it all out of our systems, then just move on. You can't say you don't want this!"

"Kaylee, as fucked up as it is, I do. But it is so wrong. I'm your father. You're my daughter. I'm married to your mother. Neither of us should be thinking this way." I replied. I shouldn't be thinking this way. I wasn't a teenager anymore. Most teenagers would gladly solve all their issues with hot sex, but I shouldn't. I'm a parent. A father. Even my daughter, as mature and intelligent a young woman as she was, even she wanted to solve this uncomfortable tension between us by simply indulging it with sex of the filthy and sweaty variety. Even she wasn't capable of looking past that, as if it were the only solution.

"Who cares? I'm hot. You're hot. That's all that matters." she replied stubbornly. "There is no way we can keep going without getting it on at least once. When would be a better time than now? There is literally no chance of getting caught!" speaking desperately, sounding less like a bright young woman and more of a horny teenager this close to the sex she was so desperate to have.

"Kaylee, we'll figure something out. But doing it, and giving in will be beyond wrong. I know you want it, and part of me does too, but... we'll both regret it, and you know that." I began. "Please." I begged. She looked up at me, her thoughts a mystery to me. She could see I had made up my mind and I was not going to let this go any farther. I was not going to budge. 

"You're right, Daddy. You're right. This is so wrong. We shouldn't do this. Everything you say is totally true." she said, giving me that cute smile of hers I knew so well. And for a second, I thought I had won. I thought this was over. This madness had ended. 

But then that smile turned wicked. Her lips curled into a sneer so filthy I couldn't stop the jolt from running through my erection. 

"But... Daddy... if you think that me and you are not gonna have sex today, then you're just kidding yourself. We have both waited too long to stop now, Daddy. We need this! Trust me, once this happens, you won't ever want to stop. I'm really that good. So... I'll just make the decision for you." Kaylee said, her hand sliding up my thigh, letting her fingers curl around my shaft again, my attempts to pull away from her were futile as she moved closer to me again. "And besides, I would be a rude little slut to leave this fat cock unsucked. I'm gonna suck it, then I'm gonna fuck it, and there is nothing you can do to stop me."

In that moment, I realized she had been simply toying with me. I realized she never intended to walk away. She wanted to have sex with me, and she was toying with me simply to assert her control. She had me by the balls, literally, and she knew it. That wicked smile told me she had me exactly where she wanted me.

Kaylee moved too fast for me to do anything. Before I could react, she made her move. Where before, she had approached my sizable cock with hesitance, this time, she showed no fear. She just went for it. She smoothly lowered her face towards my crotch, her lips opening wide, and before I could do anything, the throbbing tip of my cock entered my daughter's hot, wet mouth.

"Oh my God!" I groaned out as I felt my cock drag across my own daughter's hot, wet tongue. She forced herself down, taking more and more of my cock into her mouth, getting about halfway down my thick meat before slowing down. I felt her plump lips form a seal around my shaft as she came to a stop, my cock part of the way down her tight throat. "Shit! Oh fuck, Kaylee."

It felt so fucking good. Her hot, silky tongue, massaging my cock from within her mouth. Her plump lips, wrapped around my granite shaft. Her tight throat enveloping the tip of my dick. She began to pull back, letting some of my cock escape the warm confines of her mouth, as she lifted herself to the tip, leaving only that inside. She worshipped the head of my cock with her tongue, working every bit of it, coating it with spit. She began to work up a rhythm, bobbing up and down the top half of my shaft, taking my cock further and further. I reached down and rested my hand on the back of her head. If I wanted to, I could have curled my fingers in her silky hair and pulled her off of me. Because despite the tight seal she formed with her mouth around my cock, my strength was more than enough to overcome that.

But I didn't.

"Fuck, that feels good, baby." I grunted out, pulling her down deeper, burying another good inch down her tight throat. Any resistance I felt was gone. Her mouth felt insanely good. I don't know if it was just due to her superior cocksucking skills, or the sizzling knowledge that this was my own daughter giving me such pleasure, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was how good it felt to have this amazingly sexy young woman sucking my dick as if her life depended on it. 

Kaylee was relentless. She was energetically forcing herself deeper onto my thick meat, not needing any help from me. Her gooey spit dripped down towards the root of my cock as she attacked my meat with ferocity, her mouth filled to the brim with her father's dick. It was clearly a struggle for her. Her face was flushed and her eyes were watery, but I could tell there was nothing she would rather be doing. She carved up enough space in her throat to take even more dick, taking over seven inches into her mouth. She worked up a good cocksucking rhythm, working over most of my cock smoothly on every stroke. Once she was able to maintain this, she used one of her hands to softly massage my swollen, now saliva coated balls. As she did this, she looked up at me.

Seeing my sweet, lovely young daughter staring up at me from my crotch, her lips stretched around my large dick, saliva coating her chin, her eyes heavy with lust, looking like nothing more than a wicked, scheming little whore... as sexy as she looked, I had to look away.

However there was no escaping looking upon my daughter's wickedness. My eyes caught a reflection across the room from us, a mirror, and once I saw it, I couldn't look away. I saw myself, flushed with a thin sheen of sweat, lying back on the couch. And in front of me, between my legs, I saw my daughter from behind. I saw the full length of her sexy bare back. I saw the back of her head as she bobbed in my lap, my hand still resting in her chestnut locks as she attacked her own father's throbbing cock. From behind, I could see the sides of her huge breasts even from behind, the smooth flesh jiggling as she sucked me. But my eyes were drawn to her awesome, spandex covered ass. 

My mind flashed to a few months prior. One of our neighbors had thrown a cookout, and me and Kaylee and Jen had all attended. I was helping out inside the kitchen when I overheard some conversation coming from outside. It was two guys talking away from the crowd. 

"Hey, did you check out Shane's daughter?" One of the guys asked.

"Which one is that? You mean the geeky girl with the buck teeth, or the one with the ass and shakes it like she's gagging for it." The other one replied.

"Dude, oh my God. That girl got all the good genes. Jesus Christ, that girl's body is hot fire. Those fucking tits. And that ass... Jesus, it's taking every fiber in my being not to get on my knees and worship that fucking ass." The first guy said.

"That kind of ass can destroy a man."

I stifled the urge to beat these two's brains in. I made my way outside and followed those two dipshits eyes towards Kaylee and Jen, and didn't leave their side again. I knew right then the wolves were circling.

But their words and descriptions were all I could think about at the moment. Being able to appreciate it from all angles, from both looking down at her and from her reflection in the mirror, gave me a primo view of her magnificent rear end.

To put it bluntly, her ass was fucking incredible. A work of art. The envy of any girl her own age, or any woman, really. Models, porn stars, all would give anything for a behind like hers. It was full and round, each cheek full and perfectly shaped. They jutted out from her thin, lithe frame like ripe fruit, just perky and full, such perfection just begging to be touched and squeezed. Even the crevice between those perfect cheeks was somehow sexy, those two jiggly cheeks pressed together in just the right away, hiding the delights in-between.

Knowing what I know now, her choice of those tight, black stretchy shorts was very deliberate. Even though she couldn't have possibly known sex would happen today, I had no doubt that she had worn it to showcase her ass to me. She wanted to flounce around me all day, all hot and sweaty and horny, her ass bouncing and her boobs jiggling, no doubt wanting to inspire illicit thoughts in her own father. Illicit, dirty thoughts, thoughts no father should have of his daughter. And that's what she wanted. She wanted to work me up, drive me crazy, trying to get me to do bad things to her. And bad things I was doing.

"Fuck." I grunted out, resting my palm on her head as she vigorously sucked me off. She had gotten a good nine inches down her tight throat. My cock was now coated with her saliva. "Fuck, I love it, Kaylee. You suck cock so fucking well." I groaned.

After a few minutes of working over my thick shaft, she lifted her mouth from me, my soaked cock connected to her mouth by bands of drool. Her lips curled into an almost drunken smile as she moved her face in.

"Oh my God." she moaned out, her voice slightly hoarse from the cock that had invaded her throat. Kaylee held my cock up and leaned in to kiss the underside of my shaft, near my sack. "It's so big, Daddy." She purred, planting soft, spongy kisses along the underside of my cock, working her way upward. "I love it." she gasped out, kissing the sensitive underside of the tip, planting, wet, gooey kisses over and over. "I love it (kiss), I love it (kiss), I love it (kiss)... God, this is a real fucking cock. Not a fucking teenage boy dick. Just a fat fucking man cock! A real cock! Perfect for a little teenage slut like me." she marveled, pointing the tip of it at her mouth and planting a long, smooth kiss on the head.

"Shit!" I moaned out, seeing my daughter's lips pressed against the head of my cock and seeing her mischievous eyes flashing illicit, lustful thoughts. She pulled her lips back and moved lower, inches away from my heavy balls. 

"God, just look at them." she whispered, her eyes glued to my balls. She move in and gave each testicle a soft kiss. "Jesus, Daddy, even your balls are fucking sexy." she said, giving me a coy smile. She moved her face in, closed her eyes, and rubbed her face against my smooth, spit covered scrotum. After a few moments of this, she pulled back, sighing. "You're such a man." she purred, her warm breath caressing my nuts. "All my friends will be sooooo jealous that my Daddy has such huge balls... Can I suck them, Daddy? Please... I'll be gentle." she asked, looking up at me, biting her bottom lip in that irresistible way she does. I gave her a slight nod, and that wicked smile returned to her lips. She dove forward, attaching her open mouth to one of my swollen nuts.

"Ohhhh... shit, Kaylee!" I grunted out. Her plump lips formed a tight seal around my left testicle, taking it in her mouth, her tongue gently playing with it, coating it and massaging it. The pleasure I was feeling was so visceral my eyes began rolling into the back of my head. I patted her head appreciatively. She slid her mouth across my sack, taking the other ball into her mouth, giving it the same treatment she gave the other. She licked and sucked it gently, feeling my cum swollen balls against her tongue. She looked up at me, her eyes flashing with lust as she saw me now unresisting to her advances. She extended her tongue licking up from my scrotum up the length of my cock along the underside, her tongue massaging the tip before closing her lips around the head gently. She sucked the tip firmly for a few moments, but I needed more. A lot more.

As she nibbled the tip, I slid my hand under her chin, urging her to stand. Her eyes twinkled at me as she complied, releasing my cock with a pop and bouncing onto her feet with an excited smile.

"You ready, Daddy?" she chirped. "You ready to fuck your little princess?" she teased, her fingers playing with the hem of her tight shorts. 

"Yeah." I groaned, stroking my shaft with my hand, my eyes locked onto her massive tits again, admiring the way they jiggled.

"Tell me... tell me what you want." she said hotly, her voice heavy with need.

"I want to fuck you... I want to fuck my little princess." I said, her hazel eyes flashing with this admission. "I want to fuck my little slut of a daughter. I want to put every inch of my big cock inside you. I want to make my little princess scream in pleasure." I admitted. She began to pant with lust.

"Oh my God!" she moaned. She ripped her tight shorts down to the floor. And just like that, my daughter was completely exposed to me. My eyes immediately locked onto her pussy, nearly bare save for a thin strip of trimmed black hair, a sexy landing strip that sent a violent shudder of lust through me. I stopped stroking for fear of losing control. Her pussy was as sexy as the rest of her, two small, plump lips, moisture coating her entire crotch. She was as ready to go as I was. I took one look at the mirror behind her, admiring her naked ass, now seeing her sexy ass-crack bare and exposed. Just seeing my daughter, my little princess, completely naked in front of me, so exposed... so sexy... so much naked flesh, for a second I lost control. 

Before she could react, I stood up, slid my hands to her sides, spun her around and pushed her onto her back on the couch. Breathing deeply, chest heaving with lust, she spread her legs, rubbing her naked cunt as she looked up at me. It was a lewd picture, looking at my family couch in my living room, only instead of an innocent familial moment, I was seeing my naked daughter laid out on the cushions, her lithe body stretching along its length, waiting for me to join her, to get on top of her and give her what we both wanted.

"Take me, Daddy." she moaned out, "I'm yours."

With no hesitance left, I stepped forward and joined her on the couch, kneeling between her legs and leaning over her. She slid down and grasped my thick weapon, stroking it a few times before placing it against the outside of her waiting cunt. My bare cock was now pressed against my daughter's naked cunt, and at this point, the thought didn't bother me. Nothing was stopping me. 

I was going to fuck my daughter. 

I was on top of her and she was under me. I was naked, as was she. Her legs were spread lewdly, tempting her father into the forbidden world of incest. 

"Do it, Daddy." Kaylee begged, her legs spread around my hips, our sweat mingling. "Fuck me! Fuck your little slut!"

Driven my pure instinct, by primal need, I began to insert my cock into the sexiest creature I had ever laid my eyes on, that being my daughter. Her tight little cunt resisted for a few moments, but I was unrelenting. And finally, her plump little lips began to yield, spreading around the tip of my cock, smothering it with pleasure. 

"AAAHHH! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Kaylee squealed out. "Holy shit, that's fucking big! Oh my God!"

I continued pushing, driving into her, her silky cunt spreading even more, until the entirety of the head of my cock slid into her.

"Oh my God!" I grunted. She was so god damn tight!

"Fuck, hold on, hold on, hold on!" she panted, pushing her little hands against my chest. I paused, holding just the tip of my cock in her silky pussy. Kaylee reached back behind her, her hands slapping the table next to the couch, until she found what she was looking for. Her phone. 

"What are you doing?" I asked with a strained voice, struggling to resist the urge to drive my full length inside her.

"Look at that." she said softly, guiding my eyes down. We looked together at our conjoined crotches, her small little cunt spread wide around my invading shaft, holding just the tip, leaving the rest of my large cock poised at the ready, ready to shove ten thick inches inside and experience the heavenly pleasure she was offering. As I stared, the light from her phone's camera flashed. I looked down at her, confused, but she smiled mischievously.

"I want to remember this moment forever." Kaylee confessed. "And just wait till I show my friends how fucking huge you are. They will be super jealous." I looked down at her, unsure if she was serious, but her squeezing cunt erased any objections. She slid her hands around me, cupping my ass, and pulled me in.

"C'mon Daddy, give it to me!" she begged. "Fuck me!"

I gritted my teeth and began to push my way into my daughter's cunt, her tight pussy yielding to my thick slab of meat, her plump lips spreading around me. 

"Oh my God." she sighed as I entered her. She gripped my ass, her nails digging in, pulling me deeper. I was about halfway in, her tight cunt soaked with her juices, lubing my cock. Her inner walls were clinging to my dick, smothering it, massaging it. It felt so fucking good. "EEEEeeeeeeiiiiiyyyyyaaaaa! YES!" she screamed out as I pushed deeper.

"Holy shit!" I grunted out, in shock. I had never felt anything like this. I had no idea a pussy could feel this fucking good. 

My daughter's pussy was like magic.

I pushed deeper, getting three quarters of my cock inside of her. Her cunt kept squeezing at me, smothering her father's dick with pleasure, resisting the massive piece of meat trying to enter her while simultaneously pulling me in deeper. 

"Oh my God, Daddy. OH MY GOD!" she squealed, her cunt convulsing in pleasure. Her pussy was loving this. I was shocked that a girl her age, with her thin, lithe body and extra-tight pussy, could take so much dick. But she could. Her pussy was stretched to the max around me, clinging to my cock, but she was taking it, taking it deep and eager for more. I kept pushing, bottoming out at about nine inches in her tight little cunt. I let out a sigh.

"Holy shit!" I gasped out, impressed that my daughter could take so much of my cock. I looked down at her, expecting to see her face to be a mask of pleasure, but what I saw was a look of determination. She gripped my ass and pulled me in roughly, forcing that last inch inside of her, my balls slapping against her ass. "UUUGGGGHHH!" I grunted.