Can Daddy Tuck Me in?
Copyright© 2025 by Lubrican
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Amanda liked it when Daddy tucked her in, but he didn't do it every night. So she asked her mom if he could tuck her in that night. After asking some questions about what "tucking in" meant, Mom advised her daughter that letting Daddy tuck her in could become very serious business that could have life-changing consequences. So, Amanda decided she should pursue a degree in business... at least the business of being tucked in.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Father Daughter First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy
She convinced him she was fine and undamaged by whispering in his ear, “Please put your finger in me again. Your finger doesn’t hurt and I love how it makes me cum.”
Then he finally taught her how to masturbate him. Her hands were small, so she used both when only one got too tiring. He had her slow down and speed up. He had her make sure to rub the uncovered tip sometimes, and had her change how hard she gripped him. When she had learned what he liked in each part of things, like that, he finally taught her to speed up and gave her a running commentary on how close he was to shooting.
“Make sure you keep going, even after it spurts,” he panted. “I’ll tell you when to slow down and stop.”
“Okay!” she said. When he said he was almost there, and that she was doing it perfectly, it made her feel powerful and talented.
“Here it comes!” he gasped.
She almost let go and fell back when his first jet shot two and a half feet up into the air. She had expected maybe six inches, for no particular reason. When his second, third, and fourth shots went progressively lower, and all his cock did was ooze pearly white fluid, she realized it had gotten all over her hand. She lifted the hand to stare at the clear/milky fluid. She had just had enough time to feel the warmth in it before it cooled.
“Taste it,” he panted. “If you ever put your mouth on my cock you’ll taste it, then. Taste it now and you’ll know whether you want to swallow or spit later.”
“Swallow or spit? Are those my only options?”
“Well, I guess you could just let it make a mess going everywhere, like you just did,” he said.
“Can we take a shower together?” she asked.
“Yes, but what gave you that idea?”
“It was in a romance novel I read one time. It sounded ... shivery.”
“Shivery?”
“I shivered when I read it. I mean they were naked in the shower and I couldn’t even imagine what it would be like.”
“You could go put on your bikini, if you want,” he teased.
She slapped him on the shoulder and then darted toward the master bath.
Maybe forty-five seconds later they were pressed against each other under the warm spray, kissing. He touched her everywhere, including her rosy anus. She squealed when he inserted his index finger into her to the first knuckle.
“What are you doing?” she gasped. “That’s where I poop!” All he did was kiss her and move the finger in and out until she stopped trying to get away and just stood there, holding one leg up against his hip. When he finally pulled back she blinked under the spray. “That felt shivery,” she said. “I thought it was gross and then it started feeling really nice.”
“That’s another way you can try avoid being vaginally raped. You just offer the rapist your ass instead.”
“I don’t want to think about that stuff right now,” she said. “I’m having too much fun to ruin it with lessons about how not to get raped. You can teach me that stuff later.”
“Okay,” he said. He picked her up and she wrapped both legs around him. She began sliding almost immediately and he positioned his stiff-again cock so her pussy lips were dragged over it as she slid down. She put her feet down and jumped up again.
This time he positioned it and held it where it would push into her fuck tube.
Her eyes got huge as he gripped her under her arms and stopped her from being impaled. She tried to get up, but all that did was tease her.
“Daddy,” she moaned. “That’s not supposed to feel so good.”
“Reach around and move it so it’s not going in you,” he suggested.
She did reach around, but all she did was grip it and squeeze it. When her hand came back up to grip his shoulder and pull with the other one, he gave her a quick, warm peck and said, “If you don’t move it, I’m going to let go of you and you’ll find out what it feels like to have seven inches of prime, Grade-A cock in your pretty, almost virgin pussy.”
“Not almost,” she gasped as she slipped and got a full inch in her. His hands on her ass pulled her up and off.
“You got at least three inches in you, Sweetheart,” he said. “Three inches means I popped your cherry.”
She reached around them again and gripped him. Had she not, he would have been off center and she would have bent it downwards when he let go of her.
But she positioned it until he felt heat surround the tip of his cock.
Then she pulled her hand back up and lay her head on his chest.
“Let go, Daddy,” she said.
“If I do you’ll get your pretty pussy chock full of prick, Baby,” he said, squeezing her ass cheeks.
“Let go,” she said, loosening her leg grip completely. Her legs were still around him, but weren’t doing anything.
“I should say no,” he groaned.
“I know. I should tell you no but that’s not what I want right now. Right now I want you to let go.”
It was probably because he was waaay too fired up that he did as she asked. He could have let her down gently, but instead, he just let her fall, catching her only after he felt her clit smash into the base of his prick.
“Ohhhhh fuuuck,” she groaned. Her legs fell and he could tell she was trying to get her feet on the bottom of the shower. He bent his knees enough that she could get the balls of her feet on the floor of the stall. He made it so she could rise almost off of him and waited to see what she would do. She did push with her feet, but only two inches, whereupon she immediately sank back down. She wiggled her hips sideways and he knew she was masturbating against the base of his prick.
“Oh, Daddy!” she whined. “Oh, Daddy! I didn’t think it would be like this.”
“You okay?”
“I’ve never been better. People who say we shouldn’t do this are stupid! I want to stay this way forever!”
He gripped her ass and lifted her feet off the stall floor. She re-wrapped her legs around him, probably by instinct, and he pressed her back against the wall of the stall.
“That’s cold!” she squeaked, pummeling his ass with her heels.
“Think about this, instead,” he said.
Then he started bouncing her. He started small, but worked up to pulling her almost off his cock, before letting her slam back down. She yelled and cried out. He felt her pussy grip and release him, fluttering as she had an orgasm, but kept going until he felt it again.
“You want me to stop?” he said in her ear.
“No! Don’t ever!” she grunted. “I love this. I love you!”
What drove them out of the shower was when all the hot water was gone. They hastily dried off and she ran to jump with the energy of youth onto the bed, bouncing and landing with her legs spread wide.
“More!” she demanded.
So he gave her three more orgasms, pinning her to the bed, where an observer would have seen only her arms and legs waving in the air.
After she groaned piteously, he went in deep and just rubbed. He felt his balls tensing and his sap rising. He knew this was the time to pull out. He should pull out. He needed to pull out. His answer to this was cowardly.
“I want to cum in you,” he moaned. “Can I?”
“Yesss!” she screamed.
He knew that would be her answer because he knew she was completely out of control.
But he used that excuse to push deep and groan as he shot his baby girl chock full of Bob’s patented baby-makers.
She kept gripping him until he practically wilted on top of her. When he leaned left she helped him roll, holding on until she was on top of him, still fully impaled on the three-quarters hard penis that had just tried to breed her.
Both were too out of breath to speak. Both lay limp and happy. His right hand rose to slide up and down the skin over her spine.
“I’m sorry,” he moaned, softly.
“You can be sorry later. Don’t ruin this for me. I just got my cherry popped and I want to remember every detail for the rest of my life.”
“Okay, Baby,” he sighed.
He felt her lift her upper body up and wondered if she was going to get off of him.
“It’s only midnight!” she yipped. “We have seven more hours before Mom gets home!”
“I am not going to be able to do that for six hours,” he said.
“I know. I’ll try to be satisfied if you only do it three hours.”
She did not get her newly awakened pussy filled for three hours. What she did do was lie back and find out what it felt like when a man went down on her. That was fantastic in a completely different way. She could lie on her back, comfortably, and just revel in the feelings. And when she had an orgasm it was a different kind of orgasm, too. When he’d been fucking her, the orgasms had almost scared her because she felt like she might break into pieces that would fly off into the universe. When he licked and sucked her clit, the orgasm was more like waves in the ocean, rolling over her, except the water felt like it was a hundred and three degrees.
When she said she wanted him to be hard again, and found out her mouth would be needed to accomplish that, she didn’t hesitate. He taught her how to treat the head like it was a Tootsie Roll Pop, sucking and licking. Every once in a while she’d try to get as much of his cock in her mouth as possible, but mostly she just sucked the head until he was hard again.
Then she learned how to fuck a man cowgirl style. She managed to make that last an hour, during which she coaxed four more orgasms out of her eighteen-year-old orgasm box before she lay down on his chest and whimpered, “I’m done. I can’t go on.”
He rolled and put her under him again, long-dicking her until he squirted.
This time he didn’t think about pulling out at all.
He just sighed as he emptied his balls into her young womb.
Molly did not think she’d find her husband and daughter in bed, stark naked, in a room that smelled like a French bordello when she got home the next morning. If she had known that, she wouldn’t have brought Danny with her to have breakfast.
He stood behind her as she looked into her marriage bedroom. Bob was snoring lightly. Mandy lay on her back, one leg cocked, her pussy open obscenely. The evidence of what was inside her was obvious because her opening was a mess of semen.
“That fucker!” she growled. “He wasn’t supposed to do that last night!”
Danny put his hands on her waist and kept her from going in. He pulled her against his back chest and then lifted his hands to cup her braless breasts.
“With you at my house, what did you think he’d do?”
“Not fuck her!” Molly spat.
Amanda sat up, rubbing her eyes.
“Hi, Mom,” she said, as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on at all. Then she saw Danny behind her mother and tried to cover her breasts and pussy. “Uncle Danny, please turn around. You’re not allowed to see me like this until Daddy says you can.”
“And now he thinks he owns her pussy, too,” growled Molly.
Danny pulled her around as he turned his back to the bedroom. He saw Molly’s eyes follow her daughter as the girl got up and went into the bathroom. The door closed with a thump.
“Look,” he said, making Molly look at his face. “Why did you come to be with me last night?”
“I wanted what you give me,” she snarled.
“Is that all?”
She looked at him.
“Could there be more?”
He walked backwards into the bedroom and to his right. Standing sideways to the wall he put the index finger of his right hand on the calendar hanging from a nail on the wall. The day was circled in red.
“What does that mean?” he asked.
“How do you know about that?” she asked.
“I’m not stupid. I know that you know how I feel about you and about what I wish I could do with you. I never thought you’d actually let me try, though.”
“I mean how do you know how I mark the calendar?”