Daddy's Freeuse Babygirl
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Chapter 20: Forever Daddy’s Wife
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 20: Forever Daddy’s Wife - Coming home early, 21-year-old Emma catches her powerful salt-and-pepper father cheating on the family truck in the garage. Shock quickly turns into forbidden heat. What starts as confrontation becomes total surrender. Emma offers herself as Daddy’s freeuse secret wife — used anytime, anywhere in the house, even while Mom is just feet away. Risky creampies, throat fucking, naked-all-day rules, kitchen counter poundings, and work-from-home desk blowjobs during Zoom calls.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Romantic Heterosexual True Story Cheating Incest Father Daughter BDSM DomSub MaleDom Rough Spanking Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Voyeurism Public Sex Size Nudism Slow AI Generated
Mom stood at the kitchen counter zipping her suitcase, the silver wheels clicking softly against the tile as she checked her flight itinerary one last time. “Two full weeks in Seattle for this conference,” she sighed, smiling over her shoulder at Dad and me. “You two will be fine without me, right? Emma, don’t let your father live on takeout. And honey, call if the truck acts up again.”
I nodded, heart already racing beneath the thin cotton sundress I wore with nothing underneath. The plug he’d slipped in before breakfast sat snug in my ass, keeping yesterday’s loads locked deep where they belonged. Dad leaned against the doorway, salt-and-pepper hair still damp from his shower, compass tattoo flexing on his forearm as he crossed his arms. His eyes met mine over Mom’s head—dark, hungry, promising everything the second that front door closed.
“Drive safe,” he said, voice steady, the same calm tone he used on work calls while I knelt under his desk. Mom kissed his cheek, hugged me quick, and rolled her suitcase out. The garage door rumbled open. Her taillights swept down the driveway. The house settled into silence, thick and electric.
The second the sound faded, Dad’s hand closed around my wrist. No words. He pulled me straight upstairs to their bedroom—the master suite Mom had just left, the big king bed still neatly made with her lavender-scented sheets. The air smelled of her perfume and his cologne, the forbidden mix making my thighs slick instantly. He shut the door with a soft click, turned the lock, and spun me to face the full-length mirror on the closet door.
“Watch,” he growled, voice low and rough like the first night in the garage. His big hands stripped the sundress over my head in one motion, leaving me naked except for the plug and the faint handprints still fading on my ass from last night’s couch ride. He pressed my palms to the glass, stepped behind me, and freed his cock—thick, veined, already leaking for me. The blunt head nudged my soaked pussy lips once, twice, then slammed home raw, stretching me wide around the plug in my ass.
The reflection showed everything: my flushed face pressed to the mirror, breasts flattening against cool glass, his powerful body driving deep, salt-and-pepper hair falling over his forehead as his hips snapped forward. Every thrust rocked me forward, nipples dragging on the mirror, the wet slap of skin echoing off the walls where Mom’s perfume still lingered. “This bed,” he rasped against my ear, one hand fisting my hair to keep my eyes on us, the other reaching around to rub my clit in tight circles. “Your mom’s bed. Daddy’s fucking his real wife right here where she sleeps.”
I came hard watching it—walls pulsing around his cock, ass clenching the plug, a broken moan tearing from my throat as slick gushed down my thighs. He didn’t slow. He pulled out, spun me, and bent me over the edge of the bed, face down in Mom’s pillow. The plug came out with a wet pop; his cock replaced it in my ass in one slow, burning glide—full, deep, the stretch exquisite after weeks of training. He fucked my ass hard and steady, spanking my cheeks red, the bed creaking under us while the city hummed faintly outside the window.