The Mind Control Device

Chapter Five: Virgin Daughter’s Implanted Passion

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

Eve “Dusk” Michael

I just blew my sleeping daddy.

It was an incredible experience.

His spunk filled my belly. My twenty-year-old body trembled in delight from the thrill of crawling into bed and sucking him off. It left me so horny, so in need of him being in me. When I moaned that out loud, he revealed he was still awake.

And that he would take care of me.

Mom was still out of it. Sleeping beside him on her side. I swallowed as the heat in my pussy burned. Having sex with Daddy was something I didn’t know I wanted, but the itch had grown and grown in me as I watched that dumb movie with my little sister, June, downstairs.

“Really?” I asked, keeping my voice at a breathy whisper. I crawled up Daddy’s body, my naked breasts swayed beneath me. “Because I want you to be my first.”

I almost let Brett up the street be my first, but I came to my senses when I was over at his house. But he was so boring. I needed someone exciting. My body trembled as I stared down at Daddy, my strawberry-blonde hair falling loose about my face.

“Please, please, make me into a woman, Daddy,” I moaned. “I’m so ready for it.”

“Let me get you ready,” he said and grabbed my ass. I gaped as he pulled me farther up his body. I shifted my knees, crawling up his chest. Then I was straddling his head. “Let me just taste you before I make you into a woman.”

“Daddy,” I whispered, wanting to be quiet.

I gripped the headboard as I lowered myself to Daddy’s mouth. Mom kept sleeping peacefully beside us. I quivered, my little breasts jiggling. Then I planted my pussy right on Daddy’s mouth, my bush rubbing into his lips. I felt them on my twat.

This was so naughty. I never had anyone go down on me. I glanced over at Mommy. She had no idea. That made this feel even more naughty. Such a wicked thing for me to do. I shuddered and then fought my gasp.

Daddy’s tongue stroked through my pussy lips.

It felt incredible. My daddy ran his tongue from the start of my pussy at my taint, over my hymen, and then he brushed my clit at the end. It felt so much better than touching myself. I gripped the headboard, my hair dancing around my shoulders. My breasts jiggled from the wonderful delight. I whimpered and groaned, the pleasure rushing through my body.

I wiggled my hips from side to side, grinding on him. I smeared my pussy lips on Daddy’s mouth. I shuddered at the amazing feel of his tongue lapping through my folds. He flicked against me. I shuddered and whimpered. My hair danced around my shoulders. My hips wiggled from side to side, grinding on him. The pleasure surged through me. It was outstanding.

I clamped my hand over my mouth so I could whimper and moan into it.

So good.

His tongue darted through my folds over and over. He fluttered up and down. My butt-cheeks clenched. This amazing bliss flowed through me. I wanted to moan, I did, but I couldn’t. I held back my passion as Daddy’s tongue darted through my folds. He did such naughty, wicked things to me. My body trembled as the pleasure built and built in me.

My hips wiggled from side to side, smearing my pussy lips on his mouth. His every lick brought me closer and closer to cumming. My left hand clutched at the headboard. I leaned back, my hair sliding across my shoulders. The tresses tickled me.

Daddy’s hands massaged my rump. He gripped me as I ground on his hungry mouth. He caressed over my hymen. He rubbed on my labia. Then he sucked on my clit. I moaned so loud into my hand. I pressed it tighter. So aware of Mom beside us.

If she woke up…

I was such a naughty daughter.

I just couldn’t help myself. I had Daddy’s amazing tongue licking and lapping at me. He caressed me. Teased me. He delivered such pleasure to me. It was an amazing delight. I squeezed my eyes shut and trembled on top of him. My breasts rose and fell. My eyes squeezed shut. The pleasure surging through me was driving me towards an orgasm.

I would drown Daddy with my pussy juices.

They would gush out of me.

I wanted that. I ground my pussy on him. My hips wiggled. My pussy lips drank in the feel of his mouth. His whiskered chin. It felt incredible. Stars danced through the dark room. My butt clenched beneath Daddy’s squeezing fingers.

He feasted on me. Loved me.

Flicked my clit.

I squealed into my hand. My pussy convulsed. Juices gushed out of me. The incestuous orgasm swept through my body. It was incredible. I loved every moment of it. I trembled through the ecstasy flowing through my body. I bucked and groaned, the bliss flowing into me.

I was ecstatic. The headboard creaked as I groaned. The waves of bliss drowned my mind while I knew I drowned Daddy. I couldn’t believe it. The tart musk of my pussy juices filled the air. Daddy licked them all up while I trembled through the best orgasm of my life.

Masturbation held nothing over my daddy’s tongue.

I loved him so much.

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Dean Michael

Dusk finished her shuddering.

My eldest daughter whimpered into her hand as the last of her tart juices flooded out, the flavor so similar to her mother’s. Dusk was ready to lose her cherry. The commands I put into my laptop had worked perfectly. The sleep protocol kept my wife blissfully unaware. She lay on her side as I loved our daughter.

Dusk’s liquid eyes stared down at me, her hand falling away from her mouth. Even in the dark, I could make out her round breasts rising and falling. They were bigger than her mother’s. Perky and delicious youthful breasts.

“Will you do it now, Daddy?” she asked.

“Yes,” I whispered as she lifted her pussy from my mouth. I didn’t have to worry about being too loud. My wife wouldn’t wake up until I was ready. But I pretended anyways.

It made it hotter.

“I’m going to make you into a woman,” I panted. “I’m going to transform my little girl.”

“Daddy!” she said with such joy.

I smiled at her then groaned as she slid down my body. Her wispy pubic hair, soaked in her juices, brushed down my chest. My stomach. She leaned over me, her hands resting on my shoulders. Her breasts swayed, forming two delicious torpedoes. They aimed down at me, topped by her nipples. She shuddered as I grabbed her ass.

She leaned down and kissed me. Her breasts pressed into my chest, nipples massaging me. I groaned and rolled her over on her back, my tongue dueling with hers. She could taste her tart passion on my lips.

My wife loved that.

So did my daughter.

She kissed me with hunger as I settled atop her. My cock rubbed into her pussy. Her thighs went around my waist and her arms my neck. She kissed me with hunger, squirming beneath me. She moaned into the kiss.

I broke it, staring into her green eyes. She looked cute without her glasses on. She held my waist tight, her thighs feeling so supple on me. My dick throbbed. This was it. Why I had built the mind-control device to begin with.

To fuck my daughters.

To revel in incest with them. The other girls were all bonuses. But this… this was the prize. I wanted to love all the women in my family. I didn’t care what society thought. They claimed it was wrong for me to love my nubile daughters, illegal.

What did society know?

I shifted on the bed. My daughter quivered. She gasped as she felt my cock’s tip sliding over her pubic mound, her wispy silk rubbing into my spongy crown. Then I found the start of her pussy lips. I slid over her clit, the little bud popping into my dick’s slit.

I found her hymen.

The small barrier between me and my dreams. Dusk quivered beneath me. Her eyes shone. She wanted this so badly. This was what she desired, what she craved. There would be no guilt for her so long as she stayed in the machine’s influence.

“I love you,” I told her, poised to enter her. “No matter what, I love you, Dusk.”

“I love you, too, Daddy,” she moaned.

I didn’t program her to say that. I didn’t put that in as a command. I just made her horny. I smiled at her and kissed her. She thrust her tongue into my mouth. Her arms tightened around my neck. My dick throbbed against her hymen. That thin membrane between me and my daughter.

I pressed against it.

I felt that elastic membrane stretch like it had with those twins or the girl at the grocery store. It was so exciting to enjoy Dusk. I feared she wasn’t a virgin, but I would get the gift of deflowering both my little girls.

Eldest first.

Dusk squealed into my mouth as her hymen resisted. It was thicker than the others. It stretched further. Her thighs squeezed about my side. I pushed as hard as I could against her. The membrane defended her purity for a moment longer.

Popped!

I shuddered as I slammed past her cherry and into her virgin twat. I slid into the untouched flesh of my daughter. I groaned into the kiss with her. I loved the feel of sliding into her, of being buried to the hilt in my daughter’s wonderful twat.

She felt amazing around me. Her hot flesh engulfing me. Her legs gripped me as I slid deeper and deeper into her. I reveled in the outstanding delight of being inside of my daughter. I went to the hilt in her. Every last inch.

She squeezed her twat around me. Her body trembled. Her fingers scratched at my back. It felt incredible. I shifted atop her and she let out a little squeal of delight. Her pussy clenched and relaxed on my cock. Her hips undulated beneath me, shifting her snatch around on me.

I broke the kiss with her. “You okay, Dusk.”

“Daddy,” she groaned. “I’m not June. I’m a woman now. So fuck me. Fuck me beside Mom. Cum in me.”

“That’s my girl,” I said and drew back.

Dusk’s pussy clung to me. Her hot flesh held me tight. That wonderful sheath massaged my cock. It was heaven. My wife was tight and delicious, and her daughter had inherited that same snatch. Dusk’s silky snatch clung to my cock, massaging me. Pleasure flowed down my shaft to my balls.

I thrust back into her, groaning. The bed creaked. My wife shifted in her sleep, rolling over onto her side to face us. Her hand brushed my arm as I plowed into our daughter. Dusk gasped, her snatch clenching down on me.

“Your mother’s a heavy sleeper,” I moaned, pumping away hard and fast at her. “Don’t worry. Just… Just… Oh, honey, just enjoy it!”

“I am,” she whispered, her breasts rubbing into my chest as she squirmed beneath me. Her thighs gripped me. She held me as she wiggled her hips. “Ooh, ooh, I like doing that.”

I grinned at her. “You’re definitely your mother’s daughter.”

“She does things like this, huh?” she asked, this bold gleam forming in her eyes.

“Dusk, your mother is wild in bed.” I needed my wife to prove it. Maybe have her don Dusk’s cheer outfit like she always threatened. The older one before Dusk’s breasts grew to their current round size.

I groaned and thrust harder into my daughter’s pussy.

“You just thought of something naughty, Daddy,” she whispered. “Ooh, now you’re thrusting even harder.”

“I did,” I panted. “Later! Your pussy’s too good!”

She beamed at me.

I kissed my sexy daughter. Her twenty-year-old flesh welcomed me over and over. I rammed into her deflowered depths, celebrating being the first cock into my daughter. If I had my way, the only cock. I wanted my daughters to be loved. To be bred. It would be so sexy to have all three of my women pregnant.

My dick twitched in her pussy. I kissed Dusk with hunger as I pictured her, June, and my wife, Kimmie, all pregnant and sexy at the same time. My cock plowed hard into Dusk. Fast. I pounded my daughter, knowing she could take it.

She was strong. Sexy. Adventurous.

Her round breasts rubbed into my chest. Her hands move down to my shoulders. Fingernails brushed me while her tongue thrust into my mouth. She kissed me with bold hunger as she humped up into my thrusts.

She had her mother’s passion.

I reveled in it. Every thrust into her underage pussy brought me closer and closer to that explosion of rapture. I buried deep into her. Hard. I plowed my daughter with my powerful strokes. I groaned as I pumped away at her.

Her silky pussy massaged my tip. That silky friction built and built my bliss. The ache swelled. I wanted to cum in her so bad. My heavy balls smacked into her taint. I held off. I wanted her to orgasm on me first.

I wanted to feel her hot cunt writhing and spasming on my cock.

She gasped and groaned beneath me. She held my dick tight in her wonderful snatch. I kissed her with passion. I buried hard into her cunt. I plowed into her over and over. I enjoyed her. Loved her. I reveled in the thrill of being in her. Her snatch squeezed about my cock. She held me tight. That amazing passion rippled around me.

I broke the kiss and whispered, “Cum on my cock, Dusk.”

“Yes, yes, I’m getting there, Daddy!” she moaned. “It’s going to be even better than when you ate me out.”

I grinned at her. “Good.”

She giggled and then gasped. “Oh, Daddy, I love your cock being in me. It makes me feel so naughty. You started me in Mommy’s womb with that dick, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did,” I groaned. “I pumped your mother full of all that seed that made you.”

The incestuous thrill of fucking my own flesh and blood almost thrust me over the edge into orgasming as I buried into her. I clenched my teeth against the sudden rush of bliss. My daughter trembled beneath me, fingernails clawing at my back.

She didn’t hold back.

“Daddy!” she squealed.

Her pussy went wild around my cock.

My daughter came on my dick.

I buried into her hot flesh. I fucked her hard and fast, reveling in the feel of her pussy spasming around my cock. It was incredible. Her flesh massaged me. Teased me. I groaned as I buried into her again and again. The bliss rippled down it. My balls tightened.

My wife’s sleeping hand brushed my forearm. She was present, even if she didn’t know it, as I slammed my cock into our daughter’s pussy and came in her. I exploded into our daughter’s cunt and gave her all of my incestuous seed.

“Dusk!” I moaned as my cock erupted into her spasming flesh.

“Oh, Daddy!” she gasped as my seed flooded her.

Her body trembled beneath me as I pumped away at her. I spurted blast after blast of my jizz into her. I pumped her full of my spunk. That wonderful pleasure surged out of me. It slammed into my mind. Sparks flared with every eruption.

I savored this bliss. My first orgasm inside of Dusk. An amazing moment of uniting us closer than society claimed daddies and daughters should be. I stared into her green eyes. The joy in them was so sweet.

“Daddy! Daddy!”

“Love you, Dusk!” I groaned as I kept spurting in her.

“Oh, I love you, too, Daddy!” she moaned, clutching to me. Her pussy writhed and rippled around me. Oh, that’s so good. Daddy, you’re such a stud!”

I shuddered as I fired the last of my cum into her. The pleasure slammed a final time into my mind. That wonderful bliss turned into euphoria that swept through my veins. I groaned, enjoying her pussy’s final ripples around my cock. The final spasms of her incestuous passion.

“And Mommy has no idea we just made love,” she groaned.

I glanced at my wife, her face peaceful, her red hair spilling over her features. “Doesn’t she look beautiful right now. Your mother.”

“She does, Daddy.” Dusk took her mother’s hand, squeezing it. “I never really noticed it.”

“Maybe you should wake her up and we can tell her,” I said, moving along the programmed mind-control commands I’d entered into the laptop.

“How?” she asked.

“Why, by licking her pussy,” I said. I rolled off my daughter to the side of the bed, my laptop at hand. Just roll her onto her back and start licking.”

“Oh, wow,” gasped Dusk. “I… I want to do that. Ooh, that’s so wicked. I’ve never really thought about doing it with a girl. Not seriously.”

“But you have thought about it?” I asked in some surprise.

“With a few of my friends,” she said, sounding embarrassed. “You know, at slumber parties, we practice kissing and sometimes you think things. What would it be like? Not seriously, but… I never really thought I’d do it.”

Slumber parties… I needed to check out one of those.

My daughter rolled onto her knees and maneuvered her mother onto her back. Kimmie kept sleeping through it all, oblivious to any of the naughty goings-on. My daughter settled between them. Her hands stroked up and down my wife’s thighs, caressing them. Her fingers danced up and down them.

“Mmm, I’m going to do such naughty things to you, Mommy,” she cooed. “You’re going to wake up in style.”

“Yes, she is,” I said, reaching out and grabbing my laptop. I pulled it onto my lap and stared down at it. The radar showed everyone in range, two hundred yards, giving them all tags. I was starting to know them. Dusk was G554ED and Kimmie was 72B2AE. Asleep downstairs was June, 40A0D4. I had 840F21.

“What are you doing with the laptop, Daddy?” asked my daughter, her head hovering right over my wife’s pussy.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “Just start waking up your mother.”

“She has a shaved pussy,” my daughter moaned as I begin typing. “That’s so kinky.”

The sounds of her licking my sleeping wife had my dick throbbing. It was hard to focus, but I had to. I needed to get the commands entered so that my wife could join the fun.

72B2AE; incest protocol, jealousy protocol, wants to have pussy eaten by G554ED, after orgasm, desires to eat out G554ED pussy to orgasm, end sleep protocol

I studied the commands. The jealousy protocol was one I’d whipped up for my wife. I didn’t want her getting jealous of me having sex with our daughters. Or other women if this expanded. I’d write some sort of bisexual protocol for her later. Let her have fun with women, too.

For now, the incest one should let her enjoy having sex with Dusk.

It might be selfish that I didn’t want her having sex with other guys, that I wanted to be the only man who ever had her. I was enjoying other women… I swallowed that down. She wouldn’t have a problem with it thanks to the machine. It would make all our lives perfect.

I was the head of the family. It was only right that I made the decisions. I smiled as I thought that. My wife had sworn to love, honor, and obey.

We had a traditional wedding. She was a traditional kind of woman.

I had so many plans for the family. This testing was going great. I hadn’t meant to go this far tonight, but I couldn’t stop. I would get the real supplies I’d need to ensure that nothing could go wrong inside the house tomorrow. I had all the commands ready. When they left the property, they would have the amnesia protocol cause them to forget the naughtier things they did only to remember them when they’d returned.

We’d be normal outside the house, but inside, our family would love each other. It just felt so right. The way things should be. My dick twitched and throbbed beneath the laptop. It was getting hot. Dusk was eating her mother. My cock was about to get burned from the laptop. I had to wrap this up.

Smiling, I hit enter.

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Eve “Dusk” Michaels

Daddy was typing away, which was annoying. I was trying to lick out Mom’s pussy and wake her up.

It was so naughty that she was shaved. I didn’t know women her age did that. I thought it was something girls my age did to be naughty. She had no hair, her vulva smooth and peachy, her lips thicker than mine. She had a tart scent that was so similar to my own. I flicked my tongue out, and she tasted so much like mine did on Daddy’s mouth.

I was her daughter.

My tongue darted out over and over, lapping at her pussy. I shoved my hands beneath her rump like Daddy did, eating her. She made naughty whimper sounds as she shifted. She was still asleep. I couldn’t believe it.

She was a heavy sleeper.

My tongue darted through all her yummy folds while Daddy’s cum leaked out of my pussy. I shuddered at the wicked delight surging through me. This was such naughty incest. I was loving it so much.

Daddy finally finished being annoying and set aside his laptop. I loved him, but this was supposed to be sexy, not the time for him to work on his boring inventions. He rolled onto his side, watching me eat out Mom’s twat.

“Taste good?” he asked, his hand sliding up to cup Mom’s small breast. She had tits as small as June.

“So good,” I moaned. “You didn’t say I tasted like Mom.”

“You do,” he said, smiling at me. His thumb ran over Mom’s nipple.

Mom whimpered. Her eyes fluttered just like my tongue did as I loved her pussy. I stared up her body. It was dark, but my eyes had adjusted. Mom groaned and then her eyes opened. She let out such a wicked moan.

“Oh, Dean, that’s…” She glanced over at Dad lying beside her. “Who’s between my thighs licking…?” Her gaze shot to me. “Eve!”

She used my real name out of shock. Everyone called me Dusk, which was better than Evening, my original nickname. I liked Dusk. It made me feel dark and mysterious. Something special. Evening was so… boring wasn’t right. Commonplace? Pedantic?

One of those words.

“Eve, you’re…” Mom shuddered. “Oh, you have no idea how much I was wanting it to be you when I woke up. I just didn’t think… Oh, I’m so glad you’re in bed with us.”

Daddy had a big smirk on his lips. He looked so proud. Like it was his idea for me to come up and wake him with a blowjob. He didn’t mastermind all this. This was all me.

“She just slipped in,” Daddy said, his hand still cupping Mom’s little titties. “You slept right through her getting her cherry popped.”

“Oh, my,” Mom groaned then she gasped as I fluttered my tongue against her snatch. She sank back down and shuddered in delight. Her thighs squeezed about my head. “Oh, Dusk. Mmm, honey, that’s nice. That’s really nice.”

I squeezed her butt-cheeks and she squealed in delight.

I feasted on her with such hunger. Daddy had made my pussy feel amazing, and I just wanted to do the same for her. I wanted to make her gasp and moan and cry out. My tongue darted through her folds, sliding into her pussy without meaning to.

She didn’t have a cherry like when Daddy ate me.

I could do this.

Mom gasped as my tongue penetrated deep into her pussy. I wiggled it around inside of her. I swirled it about, savoring the naughty thrill of tasting her pussy. Her juices soaked my lips and tongue. That tart delight, the same flavor as my snatch.

What did June taste like? My eighteen-year-old sister was downstairs. It would be so hot to go play with her. To lick and lap and caress her with my hungry tongue while she watched her dumb teen dystopian movies.

“Oh, that’s good,” whimpered Mom. “Mmm, honey, our daughter has inherited your skill.”

“Good to know,” he said. “She sucks cock like you.”

Such delight surged through me. My parents both thought I was great at giving head. Both types. I danced my tongue around inside of Mom’s pussy in celebration. I swirled around, teasing her, loving every second of tasting her juicy pussy. Of having that wonderful and delicious and fantastic taste of her twat soaking my mouth, filling my taste buds with tart passion.

My lips pressed into her labia. Her hard clit rubbed against me. I flicked my tongue up to her clit. I had to give her such a treat. I needed to make her climax. To just howl out in passion. She would groan out in delight. Just explode in a burst of passion. It would be incredible to deliver an orgasm to her.

To give her that wild rapture.

I sucked on her clit for a moment. I would give her such a burst of passion. She would drown me. It would be incredible. My tongue darted out, surging through her pussy. I licked and lapped and feasted on her. I savored every moment of darting my tongue into her cunt and swirling around in her. She shuddered on the bed.

“Dean! Dean, our daughter is incredible!” Mom moaned.

“Just flood her mouth,” Daddy said. HE leaned over and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

Mom gasped and bucked. Her thighs squeezed about my face. Her butt-cheeks clenched beneath my naughty hands. Delight filled me at the pleasure we were giving Mom. First I got to love Daddy, and now my mother.

I came from this pussy.

This incestuous rush shot through my body. This wild, taboo ache that filled me as I feasted on her. I loved it. This was incredible. I groaned, my cunt clenching. I shook my hips from side to side, reveling in every moment of devouring my mother’s snatch.

I thrust my tongue into her.

I fluttered up and down. I devoured her. I gave her all my attention. I licked and lapped at her with all the hunger I could muster. She gasped and moaned. She sounded so delighted to have my tongue plundering her pussy. Caressing her clit.

“Yes, yes, this must be a dream! This can’t be real!” Mom shuddered. “Tell me this isn’t a dream!”

Daddy’s mouth popped off her nipple. “It’s not, Kimmie.” He cupped Mom’s face and stared into her eyes. “This is really happening. Our daughter is loving you.”

He kissed her. Mom squealed into his mouth. She trembled on the bed, moaning and gasping. Her body bucked as my tongue darted through her pussy folds. I caressed her hot flesh. Teased her little clit. I loved every moment of this wicked passion I gave my mother. I would deliver to her the best orgasm ever.

I would give her so much bliss.

She squealed in delight and trembled on the bed. My fingers dug into her rump. I just knew my mom was about to cum. That I would give her the most awesome climax in the world. She would cry out in rapture. She would explode in ecstasy.

“Cum for me, Mom!” I moaned and sucked on her clit.

Daddy broke the kiss and said, “You heard our daughter. Cum for her!”

“Yes!” Mom gasped. “Oh, honey, just keep sucking on my clit! You’re such a wicked daughter, Dusk… Oh, yes!”

My mom bucked. Her pussy juices gushed out. Her tart passion brimmed with all the orgasmic passion I delivered to her. I shuddered and licked her up. My tongue flew up and down her folds, gathering up all the naughty juices gushing out of her.

“Dusk! Dusk!”

“I know,” Daddy said. He rubbed her nipple again. “Just enjoy it, Kimmie. That’s incest. It’s amazing, isn’t it?”

“It is!” she gasped. “Why did I never even think of this before? Why didn’t it ever occur to me that it would be so hot to have one of my daughters eat me out! Not just having one of them fuck you, Dean, but to have one make love to me.”

“Fuck me, huh?” Daddy said, sounding a little surprised.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Mom moaned. “Why do you think I like dressing up as schoolgirls and pretending to be them! Oh, but you’ve fucked Dusk! Oh, yes, yes!”

“Mom is so kinky!” I groaned and then licked up more of the juices gushing out of her.

“Yes, she is,” Daddy said, sounding a little stunned.

“Oh, my god, Dusk, I have to make you cum now!” Mom moaned. “I have to eat your pussy.”

My cunt clenched. “I’ll sit on your face, Mom! Just like I did for Dad! And I have something in there for you to enjoy.”

“Your dad’s cum!” gasped Mom. “Oh, my god, sit that pussy on my face right now!”

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Kimberly “Kimmie” Michaels

I can’t remember the last time Dusk obeyed me without giving me any lip or huffing sighs or angry looks. No backtalk. No begging. No pleading. No whining to get out of it. She sat up and then practically threw herself up my body.

This was so hot to have her in my bed. I thought it was sexy pretending to be June. I finally had the courage to go all the way with the fantasy. Not to just be a schoolgirl, but our schoolgirl. Our daughter. It made Dean cum so hard, but now we had the real thing with us.

We had to get June in bed.

Dusk straddled my head. I stared up at her pussy. I could just make out the wispy pubic hair of her bush. Something stained them. That had to be cum. Her pussy smelled just like mine, but there was that salty scent I knew so well.

My husband’s cum.

My daughter lowered her cunt to my hungry mouth. She brought her pussy lower and lower to me. I shuddered, licking my lips. The scents swelled. The incestuous mix of my daughter and my husband.

I always thought it was wrong. The kinky roleplay was as close as I could come to that taboo delight. It always made me feel ashamed that I wanted to play those games with my husband, but it also made me cum so hard. I thought I was a pervert.

I didn’t feel like one now. This all felt so amazing.

Dusk settled her cunt on my face. Her silky pubic hair, drenched in pussy and cum, rubbed on my lips and chin. Then her hot flesh, almost boiling, settled on my face. I hadn’t eaten pussy since college during a drunk night with a few friends.

I learned that I preferred cock. Pussy just wasn’t as much fun as a dick. But my daughter’s, full of her daddy’s spunk, now this was pussy I could dine on forever. My tongue thrust out into her newly deflowered pussy, soaking in tart cream and salty jizz.

I couldn’t believe that I slept through my daughter getting her cherry popped.

I couldn’t miss June’s.

Dusk gasped as my tongue swirled around inside of her. Those round breasts of hers jiggled above me. They were perky and beautiful. I always liked my small titties—they made pretending I was a naughty schoolgirl easier—but my daughter had a wonderful pair. I slid my hands up her stomach as she ground her snatch on my face.

I seized those breasts.

“Mom!” she groaned as I kneaded them, my tongue stirring through her twat. “Oh, yes, Mom.”

I scooped my husband’s cum out of her depths. It was so naughty that he’d been in her. She squirmed her hips, rubbing her snatch on my face. Her juices spilled into my mouth along with that spunk I loved.

“Damn,” my husband groaned. Dean shifted on the bed. He moved between my thighs. “That is hot.”

“Ooh, Daddy, you’ve got to fuck Mom hard!” Dusk moaned. “She’s eating my pussy with hunger. She really, really loves the taste of your cum in my snatch.”

“I bet she does,” he said as he moved into position. “Your mother loves sucking my cock and swallowing.”

“Mmm, I do,” I moaned and thrust my tongue deep into my daughter’s snatch to find more of that lovely jizz.

My husband’s cock nuzzled into my pussy lips. I gasped in delight at the feel of him moving against my shaved snatch. He found my aching entrance. He plunged into my hot depths. I hoped my pussy could compare to tight, twenty-year-old snatch.

Dean groaned as he sank deeper and deeper into me. I squeezed around him. I gripped him with all the strength my pussy had. All those Kegels would pay off now. He bottomed out in me, his pubic hair rubbing at my cuntlips.

I squeezed and kneaded Dusk’s tits as my husband drew back his cock. Dean slid his shaft out of my snatch. I whimpered into my daughter’s cunt. I swirled my tongue around in her incestuous depths, wanting to lick out every drop of my husband’s cum I could. I hungered for it.

I wanted to drink every last drop. He tasted so good mixed with Dusk’s tart juices.

“Mom! Mom!” gasped Dusk. She grabbed my hands and squeezed them into her tits, pressing my digits tighter into her flesh. Then she moved them up to massage her nipples. “Oh, Mom, you’re making my pussy feel amazing. You pretty good at this.”

“I’ve experienced your father’s for years,” I moaned while Dean drove his cock in and out of me.

“He’s amazing!” gasped Dusk. “Ooh, yes, yes, it’s hot feeling your tongue in me. He couldn’t do that.”

“He will next time!” I promised her.

“Yes!” she squealed.

“Damn, right, I will!” growled Dean as he plowed his cock into me.

It was so hot being fucked by my husband while feasting on my daughter. Her pussy ground on my face. I shuddered at the delight of her grinding her twat on me. The pleasure rippled through my body. I groaned at the heat that surged through my flesh. That wonderful passion that built and built in my cunt as Dean buried into me.

My pussy clung to him while my tongue searched for more of his seed in our daughter’s snatch. Dusk had run dry. Of cum. There was still plenty of her tart juices to enjoy. And I did. I enjoyed my daughter’s cream.

Her pussy tasted amazing. I could just eat her all night while Dean fucked my cunt.

“Mom! Mom!” my daughter moaned, her pussy grinding on my hungry mouth. “Ooh, you’re going to make me explode.”

I seized her pink nipples and twisted them.

“Good!” Dean groaned. “Cum on your mother’s depraved mouth. You know she wants to wear your cheer outfit and fuck me.”

“Oh, that is depraved!” gasped Dusk. Her body shuddered on me. “Oh, that’s so hot, Mommy! I love it!”

“Yes!” I groaned, savoring the feel of Dean plowing his cock into my pussy, building me towards my own climax.

Dusk arched her back. She let out a long, low moan. Her body bucked. Then her tart cream gushed out of her. That wonderful moment of my daughter’s orgasm happened. I made her cum. I delivered to my flesh and blood so much rapture.

I feasted on the tart cream that gushed out of her. She took after me in so many ways. Her breast jiggled. I twisted her nipples. Her strawberry-blonde hair danced about her face. Her moans echoed through the room.

“Daddy! Daddy! Mom made me cum!”

“Great!” Dean groaned, driving that dick deep and hard into me. “I bet she’s licking up all your cream.”

“All of it, Daddy!” she moaned.

My tongue fluttered up and down my daughter’s pussy lips, doing just that. She tasted so amazing. I loved the thrill of her shuddering atop me. I savored every bit of licking and lapping and gathering up all her juices.

She ground that hot flesh on me. She trembled a final time, and then she gasped and sank her weight on my mouth, pressing her furred muff on my lips. She panted, her breasts rising and falling in my fondling grasp.

“Oh, that was great, Mom!” she moaned. Then she twisted her body, her right leg lifting. She sank down beside me on the bed. “Fuck her hard, Daddy!”

“I’m doing that!” Dean groaned, leaning over me and plowing into me.

“Ooh, your small titties are so cute, Mom!” My daughter grabbed my left nipple and twisted it. “But you got fat nubs.”

“They grew when I had had you and your sister,” I gasped, my pussy clenching around my husband’s cock. “Oh, Dean! Oh, god, Dean!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” he panted, driving his cock hard and deep into me. “Don’t hold back. Cum!”

“Getting there!” I smiled up at him, my lips sticky with our daughter’s cunt. “Oh, god, Dean, she’s playing with my nipple. She’s making my pussy feel amazing!”

“I can tell.” Dean grinned at me as he plowed into me.

“Ooh, is Mom’s twat making your dick feel amazing?” Dusk asked. She tweaked my nipple. “Are you going to cum in her!”

“So hard!”

“Yes!” I moaned.

My orgasm came closer and closer. Every hard thrust of his cock into me brought me nearer to that brink. To that wonderful moment when I spasmed and gasped and shuddered in ecstasy. I groaned, my pussy clenching around him. His cock buried hard and fast into me. He plundered me. Filled me to the brim with his amazing cock.

My clit throbbed, massaged by his thick bush and pubic bone at the end of his every thrust. My cunt clenched around him as he drew back. The friction was incredible. I stared up into his dark eyes. He had his glasses off, looking so sexy as he plowed hard into me.

I exploded.

“Dean!”

My pussy went wild around his cock. My hot flesh massaged him. He thrust hard into me. Fast. He buried his cock to the hilt in me with every stroke. I groaned and gasped out in delight. My snatch rippled around his dick, sucking at him.

“Is Mom cumming on your dick?” Dusk moaned.

“Yes, she is!” he groaned.

“Then cum in her, Daddy!” my daughter squealed, twisting my nipple.

“Fuck, yes!” Dean growled and erupted into me.

He flooded my spasming pussy. My snatch rippled and writhed about his cock. The pleasure surged through me as his hot cum filled me. I loved it. My husband’s seed splashed into the depths of my snatch. My pussy writhed and rippled and spasmed around his cock, loving his big dick unloading blast after blast of his cum in me.

All that wonderful spunk flooded my twat. I trembled beneath him, groaning in delight. My body squirmed. My pussy writhed. The pleasure felt amazing. Stars danced before my eyes as my husband unloaded all that spunk into me.

Then my orgasm peaked. He groaned and panted, rolling off of me. He lay beside me, his chest heaving. My breast jiggled. My pleasure died down to that wonderful, buzzing bliss. Dusk played with my nipple, smiling at me.

“That was so hot!” my daughter squealed.

“Yes, it was,” I panted.

Dusk cuddled against me. She rubbed her face on mine, her cheek stained with my pussy juices. Mine with hers. We traded sticky, hot kisses. Her tongue darted into my mouth. I groaned, her round breasts rubbing into my side while my cunt dribbled with my husband’s cum. It felt so wonderful to have him leaking out of me.

That was something I savored on a normal night, the union of our bodies and passions. But with Dusk, the product of one of those unions, savoring it with me, it was even sexier. I couldn’t get enough of the taste of her. The feel of her.

The thrill of having sex with my daughter.

The sounds of keys tapping away interrupted me.

“Honey,” I groaned, breaking the kiss with Dusk. “You can’t be typing now. I know you had a brilliant idea, but your dau—”

“Just let me jot this down,” he said. “I don’t want to forget it.”

He hit enter.

I yawned. I was suddenly so tired. Dusk made a murmuring sound. My daughter snuggled her head into the nape of my neck. Her arms were around me. As I found myself drifting off into sleep, I found myself sparking with a memory of a baby Dusk lying between my husband and me in bed, a little infant sleeping peacefully.

Now she was back in our bed and that was just beautiful.

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Dean Michaels

My wife and daughter fell under the sleep protocol. I needed some time to think and figure out how to get June in on the fun. My wife clearly wanted to be involved in June’s deflowering. That admission that Kimmie had this fantasy that she reveled in when she put on her schoolgirl outfits had me floored.

No wonder she always was amused when she teased me about being turned on by our daughters. What had used to terrify me, that she would realize I actually was turned on, became something new in my mind.

If I had admitted it, what would have happened? No idea. Too late now.

I rose from the bed. June slept downstairs, under the influence of the machine. I wanted to watch her and find some inspiration on how to orchestrate her deflowering. This would be a long night. Church tomorrow would be seen through bleary eyes.

Naked, I left the room and went downstairs. My Junebug lay on the couch, her legs tucked into her belly, her brown hair, gathered in pigtails, spilling over her cheek. She had her pink lips open as she softly breathed.

My dick twitched as I stared at those open lips. The first idea burst into my mind.

“I am going to hell,” I groaned as I began typing.

To be continued…

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