Loving Daughter
Copyright© 2026 by Ares Eros
Chapter 4
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4 - A story about love and lust between a daughter and father. Mother also joins in later chapters.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Father Daughter Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Fisting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts AI Generated
This is a continuation of an ongoing story, so it’s best to read the prior chapters to fully understand the context. Thank you!
The grandfather clock in the hallway ticked like a bomb.
Monday bled into Tuesday, Tuesday into Wednesday—each day stretched taut with stolen glances and bitten-off moans muffled against shower tiles. Emily’s encounters with her dad have decreased to zero because her mother is always around and insists on picking her up from college. “We need to spend more mother-daughter time,” Karen said with a smile. Emily felt frustrated by the situation. She counted every excruciating hour, her thighs pressing together under lecture hall desks as professors droned. At home, Karen’s perfume clung to Mark’s collar when he returned from work, Emily’s nostrils flaring at the scent of her mother on his skin.
Thursday night, Emily “accidentally” left her vibrator charging on her nightstand when Karen came to say goodnight. The way her mother’s gaze lingered on the pink silicone before hastily leaving told Emily everything.
By Friday evening, Emily was vibrating with pent-up frustration. She stood at the top of the stairs in a crop top and shorts, watching Mark load their suitcases into the trunk while Karen fussed over snack choices. “Granola bars for the road,” Karen said, tucking them into the cooler. Her sundress gaped when she bent, revealing the lace edge of a bra.
Saturday dawned with a slow, syrupy tension—the kind that thickened the air until every breath felt like swallowing honey. Emily stood in front of her suitcase, fingers tapping impatiently against the edge as she folded and refolded the same lace-trimmed nightgown for the third time. Downstairs, Karen’s voice drifted up in cheerful bursts, mingling with the clatter of breakfast dishes and Mark’s low, distracted responses.
Emily exhaled sharply through her nose, her gaze flicking to the clock. 8:47 AM. Fifty-three minutes until they left. Fifty-three minutes of Karen double-checking itineraries, of Mark’s jaw clenched tight as he loaded the car, of Emily’s skin prickling beneath her clothes with the weight of all the things they hadn’t done since the quick fuck in Emily’s room.
She tugged the nightgown free again, holding it up to the light. It was sheer enough to see through if she stood near a window—something she’d bought specifically for this trip. Her thumb brushed over the delicate fabric, imagining Mark’s calloused hands tearing it like he had her panties. A shiver raced down her spine.
Downstairs, Karen laughed—bright and oblivious. Emily’s lips curled.
The engine purred to life, vibrating through Emily’s thighs. She shifted her weight against the car seat, one leg crossed over the other, the hem of her skirt riding up just enough to reveal the faint indentation where her skin met the edge of the seat. Mark’s fingers flexed around the steering wheel—white-knuckled—as Karen leaned through the driver’s side window for one last kiss. Emily watched from beneath half-lowered lashes as her mother’s manicured fingers curled into her father’s hair, the wet smack of their mouths loud in the stillness of the garage.
“Drive safe,” Karen murmured, thumb brushing the stubble along Mark’s jaw. Her gaze flicked to Emily, lingering on the swell of cleavage visible above her seatbelt. “And behave.”
Emily’s smile was saccharine. “Always do.”
The garage door groaned shut behind them, Karen’s silhouette waving until the house disappeared around the corner.
The moment their house disappeared from view, Emily’s fingers crept across the console like a spider, tracing the rigid outline of Mark’s cock through his jeans before gripping him possessively. “Missed you, Daddy,” she purred, her thumb rubbing slow circles over the denim-clad bulge. His knuckles whitened on the wheel. “Pull over. Need you to fuck me right now.”
Mark exhaled sharply through his nose, his thighs tensing as her nails scraped the zipper. “No. Highway’s too exposed.” He swatted her hand away, but Emily only grinned, undeterred, her fingers returning to toy with his belt buckle. “Hotel’s thirty minutes away. Wait.”
Emily pouted, her lower lip jutting in exaggerated disappointment as she unbuckled her seatbelt with a click. “Can’t,” she declared, wriggling sideways to kneel on the passenger seat, her short skirt riding up to expose the creamy curve of her ass. Before Mark could protest, she yanked his zipper down with a sharp tug, her fingers diving inside to wrap around his cock.
Mark cursed, his foot jerking on the accelerator as she stroked him to full hardness, her thumb smearing pre-come over the head. “ Emily!”
“I’ll suck you off right here at seventy miles per hour,” she breathed, her free hand hiking her shorts higher, revealing the bare swell of her ass—no panties. Again. His grip on the wheel faltered as she leaned closer, her hot breath ghosting over his ear.
Emily’s lips wrapped around Mark’s cock with practiced ease, her tongue swirling along the underside before taking him deep. The car swerved slightly as Mark’s hips jerked involuntarily, his fingers gripping the wheel tight enough to creak the leather. “Fuck—Emily—” he growled, glancing frantically at the highway traffic whizzing past them. Her only response was a hum that vibrated against his length, her nails digging into his thigh as she bobbed faster.
She pulled back with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glossy. “Missed this,” she purred, her tongue flicking the sensitive head before plunging back down, her throat relaxing to take him deeper. Mark’s groan was ragged, his foot pressing harder on the accelerator as the speedometer climbed.
“Should’ve—fuck—should’ve pulled the car to the side,” he gritted out, one hand tangling in her hair to guide her pace. Emily moaned around him, her fingers sneaking under her skirt to rub furious circles over her own clit as she sucked him. The sight of her—kneeling on the seat, skirt hiked up, fingers working herself while she took him—made his vision blur momentarily.
The car drifted slightly into the next lane, earning a furious honk from a passing truck. Mark jerked them back, his breath coming in sharp bursts. “Gonna wreck us, you little—” His curse dissolved into a groan as Emily hollowed her cheeks, her nose brushing his pelvis. Her free hand squeezed his balls roughly, the dual sensation making his thighs tremble.
Emily pulled off with a gasp, her chin glistening. “Bet Mom never sucks you like this,” she taunted, her thumb swiping over his slit before she dove back down, her teeth grazing the underside in a way that made his hips buck. The car swerved again.
Mark’s grip on the wheel was white-knuckled. “Shut up and take it,” he snarled, thrusting shallowly into her mouth. Emily’s answering moan vibrated through him, her fingers moving faster between her own legs. He could smell her arousal—thick and sweet—mixing with the leather seats.
The truck’s horn blared again, closer this time—a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through the car’s frame. Mark’s gaze flicked to the side mirror, catching the flash of chrome as the semi pulled alongside them. The driver—a burly man with a salt-and-pepper beard—leaned forward in his seat, his eyes locked onto Emily’s ass swaying obscenely in the passenger seat. Mark’s fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her off his cock with a wet pop just as the trucker’s mouth fell open.
“Fuck,” Mark growled, his thumb swiping a bead of spit from Emily’s bottom lip. “He’s watching.”
Emily turned, her cheek brushing Mark’s thigh as she peered up at the truck’s cab. The driver’s grip visibly tightened on the wheel, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he took in her flushed face, glossy lips, and the way her skirt had ridden up to expose her bare pussy. Emily’s fingers crept higher, hiking the fabric another inch, her grin widening when the trucker’s foot slipped off the accelerator, causing the semi to lurch.
Mark reached over, his palm smacking against her ass hard enough to leave a red print. “Show him what he’ll never get,” he ordered, kneading the flesh as the trucker’s knuckles whitened.
The trucker’s response was a strangled noise, his fist pumping the air in a crude gesture before he flashed a thumbs-up. Mark chuckled darkly, guiding Emily’s head back to his cock. “Suck me while he watches,” he commanded, his voice rough. “Let him see how good you take it.”
Emily obeyed eagerly, her tongue swirling around the head before plunging down, her throat fluttering around him. The truck swerved dangerously close, the driver’s face pressed to the glass now, his free hand fumbling at his jeans. Mark smirked, tightening his grip in Emily’s hair, forcing her to look up at the stranger as she sucked. “That’s it, baby. Let him see how desperate you are.”
Emily whimpered around his cock, her fingers frantic between her thighs, her hips jerking as she chased her own pleasure. The trucker’s mouth moved—”Fuck yeah”—barely audible over the roar of engines, his own hand working furiously in his lap.
The engine’s roar mingled with Emily’s wet slurps as she bobbed faster, her fingers twisting in her own soaked folds. Mark’s hips jerked off the seat—once, twice—before he snarled through clenched teeth, “Gonna—fuck—” Emily hummed in response, hollowing her cheeks as his cock pulsed hot down her throat. She swallowed every thick spurting pulse, her tongue milking him until he shuddered, his grip on the wheel slackening dangerously as the car drifted across the dotted line.
Emily pulled back with an obscene pop, her lips glistening. She turned toward the gaping trucker, opening her mouth wide to showcase the creamy mess pooling on her tongue before swallowing with exaggerated relish. The trucker’s jaw dropped, his rig swerving violently as he fumbled for his phone—whether to film or call his wife, they’d never know. Mark slammed the accelerator, their car surging forward as Emily collapsed into her seat giggling, her thighs slick with her own arousal.
“Daddy,” she gasped, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, “that was so much fun.” Her fingers crept back between her legs, rubbing slow circles as she watched the truck shrink in the rearview mirror. “I never knew exhibitionism was this much fun.”
Mark chuckled darkly, adjusting himself back into his jeans with one hand while steering with the other. The zipper scraped over his sensitive flesh, making him hiss. “You’re a menace,” he muttered, but the way his thumb brushed her lower lip—still swollen from his cock—betrayed his pride.
Emily grinned, licking the tip of his thumb before sucking it into her mouth with a lewd slurp. The vibration of her hum travelled straight to his groin. “Only for you,” she murmured, releasing his finger with a pop. Her hand returned to her soaked folds, fingers dipping inside herself as she moaned. “Fuck, I’m so close—just from sucking you where anyone could see—”
Mark’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist hard enough to make her whimper. “Not yet,” he growled, nodding toward the upcoming exit ramp. “Twenty more minutes. Then you’ll come screaming into the hotel pillow so hard they’ll hear you in the next state.”
Emily’s breath hitched, her hips jerking involuntarily against her trapped fingers. “Twenty minutes is forever,” she whined, but the dark promise in his voice had her clenching around nothing.
The GPS chimed as they merged onto the service road, its robotic voice drowned out by Emily’s frustrated groan when Mark slapped her wandering hand away again. “Patience,” he murmured, but the way his knuckles whitened on the gearshift gave him away.
She slumped in her seat, knees falling open deliberately, her skirt riding up to reveal the glistening evidence of her need. The AC vent blew directly between her thighs, making her shiver. “Cruel,” she muttered, watching his nostrils flare as her scent filled the car.
They finally turned onto the hotel’s main entrance. The valet’s gaze lingered a second too long on Emily’s chest as she slid out of the car, her nipples stiff peaks against the thin fabric of her crop top in the hotel’s crisp AC. Mark smirked, tossing him the keys, with a look which conveyed—Enjoy the view, kid. You’ll never touch what’s mine. Emily caught the exchange and arched a brow, deliberately stretching her arms overhead to make her tits strain against the fabric. The valet’s throat bobbed as he fumbled the keys.
“Behave,” Mark murmured, his hand settling possessively on the small of her back as they crossed the lobby. The marble floors echoed with the clack of Emily’s sandals, the sound drowned out by her sudden gasp.
“Lina!” Emily squealed, breaking away to tackle a petite Asian girl by the registration desk. The friend—Lina, evidently—stumbled back with a laugh, her white polo shirt stretching tight over unexpectedly generous curves. Mark’s grip tightened on the suitcase handle. Christ. The girl was a head shorter than Emily but built like a fantasy—round tits testing the buttons of her polo, a black skirt hugging hips that swayed when she moved.
“Mr. Carter!” Lina beamed up at him, extending a hand. Her nails were painted neon pink. “So cool you’re chaperoning.” Fuck. She smelled like coconut and something sweeter—vanilla, maybe. Mark forced himself to shake her hand, her fingers small and warm in his.
“My mom came with me.” Lina gestured towards a woman standing a few feet away, her back to them, absorbed in conversation with the clerk.
“Lina is the official genius in our team,” Emily bragged, slinging an arm around her friend’s shoulders. The movement hiked her crop top higher, exposing a sliver of toned stomach. Mark’s gaze flicked to the valet—still staring—before dragging back to Lina’s chest. Her polo gaped slightly when she leaned forward to grab her backpack, revealing a lacy black bra.
Mark’s gaze lingered on Lina’s retreating form—the way her plump ass swayed under that snug black skirt, the bounce of her perky tits straining against her polo with each step. His cock twitched in his jeans, still half-hard from Emily’s roadside performance.
Emily caught his stare and smirked, pressing closer to whisper against his ear, her breath hot. “Like what you see, Daddy?” Her fingers trailed down his arm, squeezing his wrist pointedly. “Bet she’d look even better on her knees.”
Before Mark could respond, Lina’s mother turned from the front desk—and holy fuck. Round-faced and rosy-cheeked with a spill of glossy black hair over one shoulder, Mrs. Park was a fantasy in linen: sleeveless white blouse clinging to soft, pillowy curves, the deep V-neck showcasing heavy breasts that swayed when she moved. Her skirt—tight around thick thighs—stopped just above dimpled knees, emphasizing the lush swell of her hips.
“Ah, you must be Emily’s father!” Mrs. Park beamed, extending a manicured hand. Her fingers were surprisingly strong when Mark shook them, her grip lingering just a beat too long. “Lina talks about your daughter constantly.” Her eyes—dark and gleaming—dropped to his chest before flicking back up. “So handsome.”
Mark’s pulse stuttered when Mrs. Park shifted her weight, the movement making her full breasts strain against the thin fabric of her blouse. The outline of her nipples—hard and prominent—pressed against the material like two accusing fingers pointing straight at his guilt. Her perfume wrapped around him, something floral with an undertone of musk that made his mouth water.
Emily’s elbow dug into his ribs. “Eyes up, Daddy,” she murmured, her lips brushing his ear. Her tone wasn’t jealous—just amused, like she’d caught him stealing candy.
Mrs. Park smoothed her skirt over generous hips, the fabric pulling tight across her thighs. “You two must be exhausted from the drive,” she said, her voice honey-thick. Her gaze flicked between them, lingering on Mark’s broad shoulders before dropping to Emily’s swollen lips. “We should all have dinner together tonight. The hotel restaurant has excellent ... sushi.”
Lina giggled, adjusting her backpack straps in a way that made her tits bounce. Mark’s throat went dry.
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