Seducing Katie

by cindysbob

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Consensual, Incest, Father, Daughter, First, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: a hotel room, my innocent teenage daughter, a king-sized bed

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"Have I ever told you how much I used to absolutely loath New Years Eve?" Teri giggled, taking a near stumble as she stood out of the car.

"Just every December 31st," I parried playfully, reaching out to gently catch her about the waist. She was fairly well swanked on Patron margaritas and the Moet the Tom and Lisa had been toasting with at their bash. " ... You do seem to have gotten over your aversion though."

"Completely," Teri chortled, her eyelids sagging contentedly as I carefully led her out of the garage and into our kitchen. I heard the television playing, a pall of bluish fog filling the living room, some shrill techno dance beat screeching through the house.

"Katie, we're home," I hollered.

"Hi, Daddy," came the distracted response.

"Ask Sister Katherine Anne if she had a good time?" Teri whispered cattily in my ear, nuzzling her nose into the crook of my neck. I shushed her quietly, holding her arm as I shepherded her across the room, feeling the wobbliness in her gait—dodging back a bit as she amorously teased her fingers across the front of my trousers. " ... Go on, ask her if she got lucky."

"Down a little," I spoke up, seeing my daughter sprawled across the new leather recliner and motioning for her to edge the volume to a more humane level.

" ... How was your night?" she asked, straightening up a bit as she thumbed the remote.

"Good."

"It was great!" Teri burbled with a pleasantly inebriated slur. "And how was yours?"

"Just stayed around like I told you."

"Oh, you just need a good boyfriend, is what you need," my wife answered, skewering a playful finger in our daughter's general vicinity as she plopped herself back onto the couch.

Katie dredged up an uncomfortable smile but didn't say anything back. I settled down next to Teri and glanced at the television—ecstasy-ripped kids gyrating on an open-air stage over what had to be Times Square.

"So was it quiet around here?" I spoke up finally.

"Don't go changing the subject," Teri chided with feigned outrage, a wide grin splayed across her silken red lips—she was feeling no pain whatsoever.

"I..."

"You are too beautiful a girl..." she went on, turning back to Katie, numbly faltering over her own words.

"A very, very beautiful girl," I cut in, waggling an eyebrow as I spoke, feeling for my little girl as she shifted uneasily on the tines of her mother's gaze.

"Too beautiful to be sitting home alone on..."

"Mom, I'm..."

Inwardly I cringed, knowing that this was how it always got started with these two, Teri pushing her on some point, Kate getting prickly and hurt, saying something back and then...

"You just need to show off the goods a bit, kiddo," my wife said with a taunting giggle, sashaying a bit as she leaned forward and naughtily set her breasts swaying in that low-cut black dress.

"Ughh," Katie sounded under her breath, reaching down to switch channels, as if just for something to divert her mother off this particular tangent—Jackie Gleason suddenly prancing across the screen in some ancient Honeymooners rerun.

"Go 'Ugh-ugh' all you want, but this is how you have to get 'em interested, girlie. A little wiggle here an' a little waggle there." Teri smirked at me, unconsciously trailing her tongue over her upper lip—"Go on, tell her I'm right."

"I'll tell her I think it's time we go to bed," I offered judiciously.

"And when that doesn't do it, then you'll just have to get a bit more impetuous," Teri whispered conspiratorially across to her, her hand snaking right onto my lap, making me instinctively pull away from those marvelously expressive fingers. " ... See."

I gently clasped Teri's wrist and glanced over at my daughter—she was shaking her head, hands over her eyes, as if absolutely mortified by it all.

"Time for bed," I repeated, easing my wife up off the sofa, realizing too late that she'd worked her usual magic and gotten me completely hard, the front of my trousers embarrassingly tented. I angled away from Katie, but was sure she'd probably seen it.

"Time for bed," Teri mimed, a pleased expression as she glanced down to my crotch.

"Good night," Katie muttered, still tossing her head a bit, still averting her eyes from us as we edged out of the room.

"Night, babe," I answered.

" ... I'm getting lucky," Teri teased in a bright sing-song voice, loud enough to make sure our daughter caught every word. "I'm a getting lucky."

XXXXXX

"You protect her too much, you know that?" Teri was muttering as she stood in front of the dresser taking off her earrings.

"I just didn't want another argument," I answered softly, dropping my shirt into the hamper.

"She needs to get out there and date. Have some fun for god's sake!"

"I know what you're saying, but she's young, she has lots of time."

"Oh, come on," my wife scoffed dismissively. "You know Daddy is just dreading the day when some horned-out kid gets to..."

"Let's not talk about this, okay," I said, offering a mollifying smile.

"I don't know," Teri answered teasingly, deftly peeling the black dress down her body as she stood across from me. As always I felt my heart skip a beat as I watched her disrobe, the lacy black brassiere, the black panties cut high on her slender thighs, the nylons bunching as she eased them down past her ankles, all creamy flesh now, her breasts still fairly firm and pert, the nipples small and dark, the perfectly symmetrical tuft of darkish hair at her mound.

"So..." she whispered seductively, coming up to stand before me, her painted fingernails trailing over my bare chest, finding the buckle of my belt, a directness that always thrilled me as she deftly opened my trousers, my cock springing to a well-earned freedom like a crazed convict just out on parole.

"So?" I answered huskily, her feathered attention to my shaft maddening, the silky caress of her palm over my tightened scrotum, a delicious, breath-catching scrape of nails across the nerve-rich patch of flesh just to south thereof.

"So how long's it been since you fucked the brains out of a drunk girl?" she purred.

"I think ... um, what day is it today?"

She gripped my balls bringing me up to my tippy-toes, her eyes dancing lustily: " ... I'd answer very carefully?"

"I just remembered," I replied in a shrill falsetto that made her giggle again. " ... Seems like it was a year ago to the day—and oddly enough, she looked a lot like you."

"Did you make her suck on that big cock of yours?" my wife whispered through clenched teeth, shoving me back across our bed, pants tangled down around my feet.

"I seem to recall that she didn't need all that much encouragement."

" ... Really?" Teri murmured as she slid catlike up the length my body, straddling me, a dull echoing as she mouthed up along my throat and over my ear, a faint mist of lightly perfumed perspiration clinging to her skin—holding my gaze as she kissed down the center of my sternum, slowly toying the nipple of her right breast along the underside of my cock. She came back up with her lips, swallowing nearly my entire shaft with a single daring bob of her head, lolling now, still silently studying my face through the curtain of her dark hair, the lush wetness of sloshing saliva, a swirling her tongue—coming up off me after a moment with a deliberate scrape of teeth.

"Was that how she did it?"

I couldn't answer save for a numbed grin.

Teri gripped my glistening cock and positioned her face over it again, her eyes glinting with that wanton craziness that would seize her from time to time.

"See, this is exactly what that daughter of ours ought to be doing," she smirked, flicking her tongue over the thick spongy head

"Just keep doing what you were doing." I said too quickly, wanting that sweet mouth on me again—and definitely not wanting to talk about our Katie while I was watching her nude mother perform a truly expert act of fellatio upon me.

"I'm serious," she grinned, sensuously sliding her hand up and down cock now, kissing away a bright bead of semen as it formed. " ... Don't you think she'd be so much happier if she was down on her knees with one of these in her pretty face?"

"Teri..."

"I should call her in and let her watch, is what I should do," my wife went on wickedly, still ministering to me, suddenly using her mouth again, suctioning on me hard, easing off as I started bucking my hips off the mattress. " ... Would that be okay?"

Again I couldn't answer—couldn't utter a coherent sentence if my life depended upon it.

"I could just have her sit right there on the edge of the bed and she..."

"Don't stop," I wheezed, setting a palm to the back of her head, only to have her playfully toss it off.

" ... Look how big we're getting. You're thinking about her watching, aren't you?"

"Please just keep going," I heard myself say.

"No, you have to answer first," she scolded, wagging a finger up at me. " ... Wouldn't you just love having our tight-assed princess in here watching me suck your cock? ... I can teach her some of my patented blow-job tricks."

I couldn't even laugh, the blood audibly whooshing through my skull—my wife could tell she was getting to me now, just like just she always did with her racy bantering. This though was an incomprehensibly new twist—something so wrong I could fucking taste it.

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Ma/Fa / Ma/ft / Consensual / Incest / Father / Daughter / First /