A Little Night Music
mc; MF; Mg; Fg; oral; anal; inc
I stood above them and looked down, pleased with what I saw. My wife is a classic beauty: full red lips, bright blue eyes, and long dirty blond hair that framed her gorgeous face and fell down to the middle of her back. Her body was curvy and wonderful even after twelve years of marriage and two kids. My daughter took more after me with exotic Mediterranean features and long black hair. At nine, her features were still ‘cute’ but it wasn’t hard to see that they would be striking as she grew. Her body was just beginning to develop, her breasts barely budding and her pussy covered with the lightest new fuzz.
They were a study in contrast but as they knelt on the floor of my bedroom looking up at me their faces shared the same look of worshipful adoration. Their naked forms aroused me and I did nothing to conceal the fact, my erection stood rock hard at its full 6.5 inches. My daughter was the first to speak, she met my gaze and in a tiny voice she said, “Please…”
My wife echoed her soon after. Her own whispered, “Please…” sent another pulse of arousal through me. I stepped forward and rested my cock against my daughter’s upturned forehead, my balls brushing against her nose.
“Please what?” I asked, my tone neither harsh nor kind. It was a simple question with a simple answer. I felt her hot breath on my skin when she replied.
“Please… Master…”
I smiled and my cock twitched, tapping her head lightly. “You may.”
With awe in her voice she uttered a quiet “Thank you, Master,” before I felt her tiny tongue snake out of her mouth and lick gently at my balls. Her moves were hesitant at first, afraid of doing something wrong and offending me but I let out small moans of approval and her actions grew more confident. Soon her lips and tongue danced over my shaft and soft humming sounds sent vibrations of pleasure through my member.
I gestured to her mother and she crawled forward on hands and knees, wagging her ass in the air. She reached my side and lay her head against my hip. With my hand in her hair, I guided my wife’s gaze down from me to our daughter servicing my cock. I could hear her panting with excitement as she watched our innocent daughter lick and kiss her way to the head of my cock before taking it into her mouth and sucking on it like a lollypop. The sensation of her mouth was almost overwhelming, but I was in control not her, so I held back and allowed her to pleasure me. The sight fogged my wife’s vision with lust, pushing her over the edge from obedience to a willing bitch in heat.
I gave out a moan and pulled myself from my daughter’s lips. She frowned ever so slightly at not receiving my seed but never questioned my actions; it was beyond her ability to even consider it. I gestured to the bed and in movements both eager and sensual my daughter rose to her feet and climbed onto the mattress. She looked over her shoulders and gave her ass a playful little wiggle in my direction. I rested my hand on my wife’s head and stroked her like a favored pet, “Eat your little girl’s slutty ass.”
I could feel her shudder against me, and in a voice dripping with need, she replied, “Yes, Master.”
She crawled to the edge of the bed, and without any more prompting, pressed her face between her daughter’s ass cheeks, half smothering herself as she licked her little girl. As our daughter began to moan, I moved behind my wife and gave her a sharp slap on the ass. She quickly raised herself up so I could accesses her soaking pussy.
I slammed myself into her up to the hilt, the movement lubricated by our daughter’s saliva and her own juices. She moaned into my daughter’s ass and that caused our baby girl to let out a moan of her own. I quickly picked up speed, pounding her relentlessly, causing the bed springs to creak and the formerly quiet night to fill with the sounds of lust. As I fucked, I slapped my wife’s ass hard enough to leave a handprint which only drove her lust to greater heights. I felt myself nearing the edge and decide I was satisfied so I stopped holding back. My bucking increased in pace and as I was about to finish I spoke a word just loud enough to be heard over the lustful noise, “Cum.”
I sprayed my wife’s inside with my seed and felt her muscles contract as she was shoved abruptly over the plateau of pleasure that she had been building up. I could hear her moans even half muffled by our daughter’s ass but only for a moment because our little girl is a screamer and her high pitched wail of pleasure drowned out all other sounds.
A smile crossed my face as I slid out of my wife and lay back on the bed, propped up by my pillow, my sticky cock still at half-mast. Without instructions my wife joined us on the king-sized bed and went to work cleaning my cock. Our daughter dove between her mother’s legs, eager to suck as much cum as she could from her mother’s snatch. I could feel my wife’s moans of appreciation vibrating through my cock as she cleaned it. It was an arousing sensation but I was spent and too tired for another round. I got comfortable and slowly drifted off to sleep to the soft sensations of my wife’s tongue and the sounds of an incestuous tableau.
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Martin Goodell groaned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He slid his glasses on and looked over to see Cora and Victoria still asleep in the bed next to him. He slipped out of the covers and saw that dawn was just beginning to break. It was a little early to get up, but it was always hard to get back to sleep after his dreams.
Moving silently across the carpeted floor, Martin made his way to the master bathroom, and after closing the door, looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was starting to come back in but you could still see the scar from the surgery. His pajamas were rumpled and he looked exhausted, but that’s what one expects at 4:43 in the morning.
Splashing himself with water, Martin tried without success to banish the details of the dream from his mind. Martin knew shouldn’t be complaining; most people who find out they have a brain tumor aren’t nearly as lucky as he was: a successful surgery and apparent full remission. Still, he never had dreams like these before the surgery. They made him uncomfortable, both in how wrong they were and because deep in his heart they left him aroused. He had asked Cora to stop sleeping in their bed, but the girl claimed she always went to bed in her room. Victoria told him to let her be. The cancer had scared them all and Cora just wanted to be with her daddy. Sighing to himself, Martin stepped into the shower and set it to cold.
Over in the bed Victoria and Cora slept on. Upon waking, neither ever noticed the distinctive taste of cunt on their breaths or the dried cum on thighs and lips…
“Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you…
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you.
But in your dreams, whatever they be,
Dream a little dream of me.”
- lyrics by Gus Kahn (1931)
