Cupid Spreads Incestuous Love
Copyright© 2026 by mypenname3000
Chapter 2: Daughter Gives Her Daddy a Hot Valentine’s Day Gift
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2: Daughter Gives Her Daddy a Hot Valentine’s Day Gift - Cupid is eager to spread love within the family!
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Lesbian Heterosexual Cheating Cuckold Slut Wife Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Group Sex Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts
Cupid
The Andersons were perfect. But I didn’t just want to awaken incestuous love between mother and son.
Father and daughter deserved the same taboo passion.
Lisa Anderson
The muffled, “Yes, yes, yes!” coming from my parents’ bedroom had me groaning.
“Really?” I demanded of the ceiling. “Really? They’re fucking this early in the morning?”
I groaned, rolling over onto my side as Mom was squealing like a whore. I wrapped my pillow around my head, pressing down on my ears to block the sound. I squirmed there. What the fuck was wrong with that woman?
How could Dad make her howl like that?
He was so boring. So vanilla. He wasn’t spectacularly tall. He wasn’t muscular. He had a goatee that was so ugh. His hair was graying with wings down the side. He looked like a nerd with how dressed. Polos and sweater vests and khaki slacks.
How could he turn her on? She settled with some middle-management guy and pumped out two kids. She still had a rocking body. She was into her MILF stage of curves. She could ditch dad for a hot, young stud.
Or for a man with money.
Dad didn’t make six figures. Or, I didn’t think he did. He certainly didn’t dress like one. He didn’t have a sexy car. Not like my boss. He drove a Porsche 911. I mean, it made me so wet. I wanted to just ride his stick. It was Valentine’s Day, and I was going to get Mr. Carson to notice me.
I would squeal as Mom did for Dad with a real man.
I squeezed my eyes shut. I wanted to sleep in a little longer, but it was almost time for my alarm to go off. Any moment, my little brother would dash into the shower to use it before I could.
Mom reached her climax. Finally.
“Fuck,” I muttered, rolling over onto her back. Dad was such a dweeb. How could he make Mom howl like that? My last two boyfriends couldn’t.
Mom was happy only being with Dad. She bragged about it. She didn’t know better. Never had a big, thick dick fucking her. I had squealed like that only once, and he had been Black. It had been incredible.
Mom needed a Black guy to fuck her and show her what she was missing.
I rolled out of bed as the shower ran. I stretched and yawned. I set my outfit out on the bed as I waited for my brother to come out of the shower. He finally did. I slipped out in my robe and found Mom in the hallway.
She was kissing Dad, rubbing her lips into his goatee. She was in a robe. I could tell she was naked beneath. They were cooing. I wanted to vomit. I darted for the bathroom and closed the door behind me.
I definitely had to help Mom cheat on Dad.
Parent having sex. Mom could do better than Dad.
Carl Anderson
I enjoyed my coffee as my wife finished cooking breakfast. She wore a bathrobe, glowing from our lovemaking. She looked so beautiful, her blonde hair mussed. She hummed as she cooked breakfast for us. It looked like breakfast burritos.
Jim, my son, was devouring his while my daughter, Lisa, nibbled on an energy bar. She refused to eat a real breakfast. She leaned against the counter, her dyed-red hair framing her face. I hated that hue on her, and her nose ring made her look so trashy. I couldn’t believe how short her skirt was and how low-cut her blouse was.
That was pushing things. At my work, she would be hauled into HR for dressing so racy. It was work, not the club. But she was twenty-one. She didn’t listen any longer. She seemed to be annoyed with me all the time.
I don’t know where we went wrong with the girl. She had a job, but claimed she couldn’t afford to move out. How much did that outfit cost her? No wonder she couldn’t afford to move out. I didn’t want a fight.
Not on Valentine’s Day.
I would be working at home until about two, when I had to go into the office for a few hours. Then I’d pick my wife up and take her to dinner. We’d come back here and have more fun in the bedroom. My wife and I had always been so passionate.
My wife set my plate down. I grabbed her and pulled her down into my lap. She squealed and kissed me, her lips rustling my goatee. She loved my beard. I put my hand on her bare thigh, loving her as she squirmed on my lap.
“Ugh,” my son groaned and made a retching sound.
“Seriously, that’s gross,” Lisa hissed.
I loved it as my wife broke the kiss and told our children off. Yes, today was going to be a great day.
Lisa Anderson
I glanced at my phone. I had to get to work. I wanted to be there when Mr. Carson pulled up in his sexy 911. I wanted to coo over it. Bend over. Let him see my ass. I would have him so horny, he wouldn’t let that hag in HR send me home again because of my outfit.
It was work chic. Looking sexy. Made the men happy.
Dad looked so happy as Mom left with my brother. She had to drive him to school this morning. She left in a bathrobe. I sighed and pushed off from the counter. I strolled to the door when a prick burned into my chest.
I gasped and rubbed my hand over my heart, my breasts feeling tender. I blinked and turned around to see Dad rubbing at his chest through his polo. He frowned as I stared at him. This wave of heat washed through me.
God, I finally got it.
Why Mom squealed her head off when she was with Dad. He was so handsome. That goatee. Those dignified wings of gray. He was a daddy. A sexy man who took care of his wife and family. He provided. Protected.
And he could do a lot better than Mom.
She wasn’t skinny. Her tits were tight like mine. I was young. Practically fresh. I sauntered to Dad as he set his coffee down. He stared at me, blinking in confusion as I sauntered to him on my heels. My pussy was so wet, soaking my thong.
“Daddy,” I purred as I slipped onto his lap. I felt his hardon bulging beneath my ass. My god, Daddy was hung.
“Lisa?” he gasped before I kissed him.
His goatee rasped against my lips. He groaned as I worked my lips on him. This wave of heat surged through me. He growled into my mouth as I squirmed on his lap. He growled into my mouth, his hand resting on my thigh. He stroked up and down me.
I loved my daddy so much.
Carl Anderson
My daughter kissed me.
I was shocked at how hard I was. How much my cock throbbed for her. I wanted her. My body burned for her, and she had her tongue swirling around in my mouth. My daughter squirmed on me, her rump pressing into my dick. She felt so lithe on me.
Like her mother, when we first met. When we first dated. When we first made love.
I had only been with Amanda, but...
Lisa felt so nice on me.
My hand stroked up and down her smooth thigh as we kissed. My goatee rasped against my daughter’s lips. I wanted her so badly. I ached for Lisa like I did for my wife. My heart ached, my chest sore from that pricking sensation.
She broke the kiss and cooed, “Mmm, Daddy, you could do so much better than that old hag.”
“Don’t speak about your mother in that way, young woman,” I growled, anger swelling in me.
“Sorry, Daddy,” she cooed, squirming on me. “It’s just ... Don’t you deserve someone younger? Tighter. Mmm, don’t I look like Mom when you first met her?”
“Not really,” I said. “That hair. The nose ring. You’re not your mother, Lisa. You’re yourself. My little girl has grown up.”
Her eyes widened at those words. “I...” Tears bead in her eyes. “Oh, Daddy, I love you!”
She kissed me with passion. I couldn’t remember the last time she said she loved me. I shuddered as she made out with me. She was twenty-one, grown up. This wasn’t a little girl’s kiss. It was a woman’s. Passionate.
Her tongue danced around in my mouth as my whiskers rasped against her face. I groaned, my cock throbbing against her rump. She broke the kiss and licked her lips. Her eyes burned so hot as she slipped off my lap. She knelt there and attacked my fly.
“You took care of us all, Daddy,” my little girl cooed. “You deserve to be rewarded.”
I shuddered at her touch. My heart pounded in my chest as I didn’t stop her. I couldn’t. I loved Amanda, but our little girl was so sexy. Her nose ring flashed as she unsnapped my slacks. She ripped open my fly.
I groaned as she reached in and found my cock. She drew me out. I throbbed in her warm hand. She stroked up and down me. I groaned, my eyes widening at the way she worked up and down me. Her tongue flicked over her lips.
“Daddy,” she cooed and kissed the crown of my dick. “Mmm, let me love you! I can suck a dick better than Mommy.”
“She’s very good,” I panted as my daughter licked at the crown. “Shit! Lisa!”
She engulfed my cock.
Her dyed-red hair swayed around her face as she bobbed her head. She worked her lips up and down my cock. It was just a magnificent moment to have her blowing me like that. I leaned back in my chair as my daughter worked that hot mouth up and down my rod. My toes curled in my shoes. My heart pounded in my chest. She drove me wild with her suckling.
It was an amazing moment.
She suckled and slurped on my cock. My fingers stroked through her dyed-red hair. I groaned as she blew me. She suckled on me with all that she had. It was just a magical moment. I savored every second of her nursing on me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I growled. “That’s so good. Shit, shit, that’s amazing!”
She purred around my cock.
The incestuous bliss of my little girl sucking my dick swept through me. She bobbed her head, nursing on me with all that passion. My wife was taking our son to school. She would be returning soon, but ... but...
I could not stop this. I wanted my daughter to make me cum. I craved it.
I hoped she tasted her mother on my cock. I fucked Amanda so hard and filled her with my jizz. Now my daughter blew me with such passion. She worked her mouth up and down my dick. I loved how she swirled her tongue around my shaft.
Pleasure shot through me. I groaned and shifted. Right here in the kitchen at the breakfast nook. My fingers gripped a fistful of Lisa’s dyed-red hair. My nuts twitched as her powerful suction brought me closer and closer to cumming.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Lisa,” I growled. “Don’t stop! Keep sucking!”
She moaned around my dick. She blew me with such passion. The taboo thrill tingled through me. My daughter—my flesh and blood—loved me. I savored every second of her blowing me. It was a beautiful thing. She danced her tongue around my rod. I arched my back in the chair.
I rose toward that moment. Her passion brought me closer and closer. My nuts tightened. I growled as the pressure built and built at the tip of my cock. Her tongue caressed the spongy crown. She knew how to blow a dick.
“Lisa!” I gasped.
I erupted into my daughter’s mouth.
The incestuous rapture shot through me. I grunted, dumping my load into her mouth. Stars flashed across my vision as I flooded her with so much spunk. She gulped down my cum. She swallowed it all as I filled her mouth up with my spunk.
It was a wonderful moment to flood her with all that wonderful cum. She gulped it down. The pleasure surged through me as I dumped more and more of my cum into her mouth. She swallowed it all down, her eyes staring up at me with...
Love.
“I love you, Lisa!” I groaned, spurting my cum into her mouth.
She suckled hared. The rapture shot through me. I grunted, flooding her mouth with a last spurt of my taboo seed. She groaned around my cock and kept nursing. She was like her mother, eager for every drop of my cum. She probed at my slit, sending shivers through me.
Finally, she popped her mouth off my cock and purred, “You love me, Daddy?”
“Yes,” I breathed as she rose before me, her hands hiking her skirt. “I do.”
“Mmm, then will you eat me out, Daddy?” she asked as she bunched her skirt around her waist, revealing her black, lacy thong that clung to the shaved folds of her pussy. “Will you love me like I loved you!”
“Yes!” I growled.
Lisa Anderson
Daddy ripped my thong to the side and buried his face into my shaved pussy.
I gasped as his goatee rasped so wonderfully against my shaved flesh. The rasp of his thick whiskers on my pussy lips and clit sent pleasure rushing through me. His tongue licked a moment later. So bold. He didn’t hesitate.
He wasn’t a boy who had never eaten cunt. He was a man who kept Mommy happy. I saw why.
“Daddy!” I squealed, my entire body shaking.
My boobs jiggled beneath my blouse, my nipples poking hard against the material. I had no bra on. I just wanted to enjoy this. The salty flavor of Daddy’s cum filled my mouth. I had loved engulfing his dick and tasting Mom’s tart pussy on his rod. That was delicious, too.
Maybe...
I had never been with a woman, but...
I trembled as Daddy licked my cunt with so much passion. He stroked through my folds, feasting with such passion. His whiskers tickled my pussy lips as he plunged his tongue into my twat. He danced around in me, making me shiver.
I would have such a huge climax. I gripped the back of his head, holding him to my cunt. I shuddered there as he lapped at me. He ate me out with such passion. It was such a wonderful moment. I was so happy for this.
“Daddy!” I whimpered. “Oh, oh, Daddy!”
He fluttered his tongue up and down my slit. He drove me wild with his tongue. I shuddered, rising and rising toward my climax. I would have a huge one. I wanted to just explode on his lips. He stroked up and down my snatch.
“Daddy!” I whimpered, my face contorting in delight. “Oh, oh, Daddy!”
He fluttered to my clit. He danced around it. I shuddered as he caressed my wicked bud. This was such an incredible moment. I rose and rose toward my climax. I would have a huge climax. I could not wait for that detonation.
His whiskers felt so incredible, scratching at my folds. My clit burst with delight as this man devoured me. The incestuous thrill of my father eating me out swept through me. I understood why Mom was happy.
“You’re incredible, Daddy!” I gasped, rising and rising to my climax. “I love you, Daddy! I love you so much!”
“I love you, too,” he growled and stroked to my clit.
He brushed my bud. I gasped as he did that. He knew just what to do to me. He licked and lapped at me, driving me wild. I squirmed there, gripping the back of his head. I was just about to cum. He stroked over my sensitive nub.
Sparks sizzled. My pussy clenched. My boobs jiggled in my blouse, the silken material rubbing so wonderfully against my nipples. The taboo pleasure built and built in me. Daddy suckled hard on my clit, his whiskers rasping against my sensitive folds.
“Daddy!” I howled.
Exploded.
My incestuous orgasm swept through me. A landslide of forbidden ecstasy that crashed into my mind. I groaned in delight at the pleasure. I trembled through it, my boobs bouncing. I tossed my head, squealing my head.
“I love you, Daddy!” I gasped. “Oh, oh, Daddy!”
I shuddered in pleasure as he licked through my folds. I trembled, my entire body trembling through the ecstasy. I ground my shaved pussy on his beard, loving the rasping bliss. I soared so high through my rapture.
I swayed there as my orgasm peaked in me. I panted, loving the sound. I swayed there, my head drifting to the right when I spotted movement out of the living room window. A silver Rav4 was slowing down to—
“Fuck, Mom’s back!” I gasped.
Dad ripped his head out of from beneath my skirt and looked panicked.
Then I noticed the time. I had to get to work. “Shit, I love you, Daddy!” I grabbed my purse. “I do love you!”
“Love you, too!” Daddy croaked as I darted toward the front door.
I burst outside as Mom was pulling into the driveway. She glanced at me as I rushed to my car. She must be wondering why I was leaving so late. She couldn’t think that Daddy had just made me cum, or that he had eaten me out, but...
I wanted his cock in me so badly. I needed his big dick fucking me. I jumped into my car, shuddering. When could we fuck? No, make love.
Carl Anderson
I vanished into my office, my dick so hard.
I sank down in my chair. I heard my wife enter the house. She had no idea what just happened in her kitchen. My dick was so hard. I needed my daughter. I wanted to be in her so badly. I leaned back in my chair, trying to calm down, my beard dripping with her juices.
When could I see her and fuck her?
My dick was so hard. I wanted to jack off, but then an alarm went off. I had a Zoom meeting that was about to start. I groaned and loaded up the software. I shuddered, my mind whirling with the possibilities of today.
What if I didn’t go into the office but met my daughter somewhere else? Somewhere private. I rubbed at my chest, the soreness fading but not the love for my little girl.
Lisa Anderson
I was at work. I didn’t give a shit about my boss. I just thought about Daddy.
I found a real man, and I needed him in me. He wasn’t small at all. He was hung. No wonder Mommy was so happy. Daddy was packing a big dick. As big as that Black guy. I shuddered, aching to bang him.
The day dragged on. I answered the phone, my heart pounding in my chest. Flowers came in for the women. I directed them, but ... I couldn’t get Daddy to of my mind. I had PTO. I could take it at any time, even a half day.
I picked up the phone and called Daddy’s cell phone at 11:31 AM.
“Lisa,” he breathed.
“Daddy,” I groaned, “what if we met up at a hotel in thirty minutes. Just ... fuck. We can have a wonderful afternoon together, then you can still have your date with Mom. She won’t know.”
“Noon...” he groaned. “Yes. I’ll book us a room at the Hilton. I’ll meet you there. I’ll just tell your mom I had to go into the office a little early.”
I shuddered at the confirmation. “I love you, Daddy.”
I hung up the phone and called HR. I let them know I needed to take the afternoon off. No lying about being sick. I was allowed to do it. She seemed amused. She probably thought I had a hot date. She basically confirmed it when she said, “I was going to talk to you about your attire, but, I suppose, it’s for this new man in your life.”
“I wouldn’t say new,” I said, “I just hadn’t realized how amazing he is.”
“Have fun,” she said.
I hung up and rose. I grabbed my purse and headed for the Hilton.
Carl Anderson
After making the reservations with the Hilton and calling out for the rest of the day, which my boss didn’t care about. It was Valentine’s Day on a Friday. I bet half the office was taking time off early. I finished up my work and rose, feeling so good.
Donning a sweater, my phone buzzed. It was a few minutes after noon.
“I’m waiting, Daddy,” the text message read.
“I’m leaving now,” I said. “Just check in and slip into something comfortable.”
She sent me a winky face emoji.
I stepped out of my office and found my wife still in her bathrobe, her blonde hair tousled and face flushed. She glanced at me as I lied, “Amanda, I have to go into the office early.”
I never lied to my wife, but...
“Oh,” she said. She looked like she was trying not to care. She trembled there, her robe half-open.