Three Daughters and the Three Rules
Copyright© 2024 by Pablo Diablo
Chapter 15
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 15 - A father and widower has three beautiful adult daughters. Discovering two of them in bed with two young men, he sets down some rules, and punishments if broken. Eventually, the girls seduce him, out of love. But the adventure doesn't stop there. What happens? Arrest? Death? Aliens? No, none of that! Something very special, and, ongoing, and... read!
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Incest Father Daughter DomSub Group Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex
“I don’t really know, Mom. I’ve always been the dominate one, but at times I just feel so alone. I look at my life and all the guys that I’ve been with and the only ones that are still in my life is my family. I see old boyfriends, whom I thought were enjoying me being the dominate one, now with women who are meek and submissive. I don’t like being alone. Can’t anyone see that?” She says in a very frustrated voice.
I reach over and begin stroking her hair. She settles into my chest with a soft purr. “That feels nice Daddy,” she says.
I add, how about we go to the porn store tonight. We’ll get you a collar. When you’re being a submissive, you will wear the collar and you will have a submissive name. When the collar is not on, you’ll be the Sandra we know and love,” I suggest to her.
She thinks about it for a moment and says, “Well, c’mon let’s get up and get going. I want a collar,” She says now all excited.
I get a rolled eye look from Marsha. She knows that when Sandra wants something, it always had to be ‘right then’.
Sandra had left the room to go shower and put clothes on. Marsha had other ideas.
She pushed me on my back and summoned Jesse into the room as she was walking by freshly fucked by one of Sandra’s boys.
“Yeah, Mom?”
“C’mon in here. Your Dad and I would like to play with you for a short while. Care to join us?” Marsha asked.
Jesse walked over to the bed and climbed on moving Marsha over a bit so she could get between my legs. Without any hesitation, she began engulfing my cock with her satiny lips. I felt the tip of my cock make it past her gag reflex and into her throat. The tightness in her throat made it feel wonderful.
Marsha moved around behind Jesse and began licking the cum out of her very wet, squishy pussy. I heard and felt Jesse moan as her mother sucked Sandra son’s cum out of her womanhood.
It really didn’t take all that long for me to reach an orgasm. I shot rope after rope into Jesse’s waiting and accepting mouth. As I finished shooting my contents into Jesse, she exclaimed, “Oh, Daddy. You always taste so wonderful,” smiling the whole time she says that.
Now it was Jesse’s turn to orgasm. She announced loudly that she was cumming so hard. Her mother licked and sucked getting all of it into her mouth and swallowing it. As Jesse, began to return to her senses, I asked Marsha to join me in the bathroom to shower off the sex smell from our bodies. She agrees.
As we are in the shower together, Sandra pokes her head in and asks, “Why aren’t you two done yet?”
Marsha responds, “Darling just go wait in the living room. Your dad and I will be finished soon. Hell, the store is open 24 hours a day!”
With that piece of information, I leaned my beautiful wife over and gently slipped my cock into her wet pussy.
“How does that feel, Darling?” I ask her.
“Wonderful!” She replies.
I begin my thrusting in and out of her. She is moaning and expelling her juices all down the front of my legs. I just keep thrusting into her.
After a few minutes, I know that Marsha is close to cumming as her breathing changed. She finally erupted with a ‘holy shit’ reference as the orgasmic wave engulfed her body making it shake and spasm.
This crescendo of orgasmic bliss caused me to have an eruption of my own as I shot the contents of my balls into my beautiful wife.
As we finished, we showered off the sex and got out to dry ourselves.
We walked from the bathroom to our bedroom to dress, which we did in less than 5 minutes.
We went down the hallway to the living room to find Sandra sitting on the couch tapping her foot with her arms folded across her chest.
“Bout fucking time,” she barked.
“Honey, is this how a submissive is supposed to speak to their Masters?” Marsha asks rhetorically.
I just shake my head no.
“I’m sorry,” Sandra says looking down at the floor.
I put my index finger underneath her chin, raising it to look at me. I take her hand and help her to her feet. I lean in and kiss her, passionately. I whisper in her ear, “You are the most important person in this equation. I hope you understand that,” I say to her looking directly into her eyes before my lips meet her lips.