Chapter 5

John stepped forward and grabbed his cock by the base, and rubbed the throbbing purple head up and down his daughter’s pussy lips from behind, watching her juices covering his bulbous head, making it glisten in the fluorescent lighting of the small laundry room.

This day was quickly added to his college graduation, his wedding day, and the day Michelle was born on the list of days he’ll never forget as his thick hard shaft slowly sunk into the warm wet folds of his daughter’s young, tight pussy.

Michelle always loved the initial penetration of the first time she let a new boyfriend fuck her, but nothing she felt before could compare to the unbelievable sensation of having your father’s cock enter you for the first time. The sensation actually triggered a mini-orgasm to wash over her body until she felt her dad’s curly pubic hair pressing against the tender flesh of her ass.

With the spinning machine massaging her sensitive nipples, her father withdrew from her moist channel until just his cockhead was still inside her and then pushed himself back into her again, more quickly, this time, his balls slapping on the front of her pussy.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” Michelle encouraged over her shoulder as her father picked up his pace and started rhythmically fucking his little girl. Michelle’s moans were drowned out by the running washer, but those moans were music to her father’s ears, as the only thing better than finally realizing his fantasy of fucking his daughter was having her enjoying it even more than he was.

Michelle reached under herself and started rubbing her clit, as she felt her father was close to cumming, and she wanted to orgasm with him.

“Where?” was all her father could muster saying, as the telltale tingles from his balls were signaling him that they were about to deliver their payload.

“I’m safe,” was Michelle’s breathy reply as she bucked her ass back against her father’s thrusts and squeezed her cunt down around his cock, coaxing his balls to release the floodgates.

“OHHHHHH MITCHHHHHHHEEEEEEE” John moaned as his cock twitched deep inside his daughter’s womb, flooding it with the hot, milky seed that created her, rubbing and squeezing her firm ass as he unloaded inside her.

“YES, DADDY, YES!” replied Michelle, as she felt his cum spreading inside her, and she shuddered in a toe-curling orgasm around her father’s spurting cock.

An exhausted John Lynch laid over his daughter’s back, his deflating cock still lodged in her pussy, as they both enjoyed the afterglow of their simultaneous orgasms. His cock finally slipped from her pussy, and a mixture of their combined juices dripped from her crotch onto the laundry room floor.

John spun his daughter around and kissed her deeply again, then picked her up in his arms and carried her up to her childhood room. Tucking her spent and naked body into her bed, he leaned down and kissed her lightly on the forehead, like he had done since she was a little girl, and bid her goodnight as he turned and walked naked into his bedroom.

“So, was it as good as you had imagined?” asked his wife lovingly as she looked at her husband’s flaccid cock, dangling between his toned legs.

“Better!” was his reply as he slid into the bed next to his naked wife, as she held the sheet up for him.

“Tell me all about it, and don’t leave out a single detail,” said Michelle’s mother as she slid down in the bed and licked her husband’s growing cock, savoring the taste of their daughter’s juices on his manhood.

Sarah Lynch slid her lips over the glistening head of her husband’s cock, and could taste the undeniable flavor of another woman’s pussy, as the hardening pole filled her mouth. The fact that she was tasting her 22-year-old daughter’s pussy on her husband’s cock flooded Sarah’s head with competing emotions.

While she knew her husband loved her unconditionally, there was a pang of jealousy, knowing he had just finished fucking a younger woman, although she knew this day was coming from the way he looked at their daughter since she hit puberty. There was a sense of pride of having him return to their marital bed, even though he could have easily stayed in Michelle’s room. And there was a sense of relief and vindication, which made Sarah feel more normal about events that played out almost 40 years prior.