Chapter 7: Waking up to Daughter Delights

Dean Michael

There was a warmth around my cock. A weight on my chest. That was different.

I felt exhaustion on my mind as I climbed out of sleep. I groaned awake. I could feel that I hadn’t gotten anywhere near enough sleep. I should go back to bed, but there was the feeling of a naked girl on my chest.

Kimmie?

Who else would it be but my petite wife? Those small breasts, her lithe body. The only other person in my house it could be was my fourteen-year-old daughter June. And it couldn’t be her because...

My eyes snapped open.

June’s brown pigtails spread over my chest, her face resting right below my head. Memories flooded back to me. My eyes flicked to the laptop on the nightstand, screen off, but it was still on. Still interfaced with the mind-control device broadcasting down in my basement. The one that had changed my family last night.

We had all loved each other. Dusk, my eldest daughter of seventeen, and myself. Dusk and my wife. June and me. June and my wife and Dusk. Dusk and June. June and my wife. All of us together. We had switched and swapped all the possibilities. My cock had taken both my daughter’s virginities while my wife’s own incestuous fantasies had come to life.

We had both been lusting for our daughters and too scared to open up to the other.

My hand stroked down my youngest daughter. Kimmie and Dusk (real name Eve) were sleeping cuddled up together. I should go back to bed. There was still thirty minutes before the alarm to wake us up for Sunday Morning church, but...

I had my fourteen-year-old daughter sleeping impaled on my cock. I remembered falling asleep like this. I was surprised to find myself still in her. I was hard. Morning wood hard, but that was mattering less and less with her tight snatch around me.

My fingers stroked up and down her back while I savored her on me. Her nipples rubbed into my chest. Her pussy clenched around me. She massaged me with that delicious cunt. It was a treat to experience. An absolute delight that I wanted to just enjoy. To savor. It was amazing to have her on me. Around me.

I would fuck her so hard. I would pound her. It would be incredible.

My fingers slid down my daughter’s spine to the crack of her ass. I dipped in between her butt-cheeks. My hand caressed her peachy rump as my digits went lower and lower through her ass-crack until I found it.

Her sphincter.

I circled it. June’s cute, little face twisted. She whimpered, her pussy clenching down on me. Her body squirmed and shifted. I teased her, loving the texture of her. Then I pressed down on her backdoor with my finger.

Such a cute moan burst from her lips as her tight anal ring parted to take in my middle digit. I sank to the first knuckle.

Her eyelids fluttered.

Then to the second digit.

Her mouth pursed.

I wiggled my finger around in her anal depths.

Her cunt clenched down on my cock. Her eyes shot open. She shifted on me, rubbing her nipples into my chest as she had a confused look on her face. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes with her hand.

“Daddy?” Her eyes shot to me. “Is your finger in my butthole?”

“And my cock is in your pussy,” I said.”

“I know that.” She smiled. “I fell asleep with you in me, and it was amazing.” She shifted on me, and then she leaned up and kissed me on the lips. Her mouth felt so soft and cute on mine. Her pussy clenched again. Her butthole clamped down on my finger. Her hips moved.

She wiggled her pussy around my cock, slow circles of her hips while her naughty tongue danced around mine. She was growing up so fast. Becoming so skilled at pleasing her daddy. It was incredible to experience.

She broke the kiss and then lifted herself up. Her pussy shifted around my cock. My finger fluttered around in her, twitching and teasing her. Her little nose wiggled so cutely. Her small breasts came into view, little budding mounds. Her right hand planted on my chest, bracing herself.

“Daddy,” she moaned and slid her pussy up and down my cock, her snatch gripping it.

“Mmm,” moaned from my wife. She blinked open her eyes. “Dean ... What are you doing?”

“Having sex with my cute Junebug,” I said.

June giggled.

“Oh, okay,” my wife said, hugging Dusk tighter to her. “Have fun...” She seemed to be drifting back to sleep while Dusk, the consummate teenager, could sleep through anything.

“Daddy,” June groaned as she worked her pussy up and down my cock. “Daddy! Daddy!”

“Shhh,” I said. “Your mother and sister are still sleeping.”

June nodded, her brown pigtails swaying down around her face. Her blue eyes had a bright shine to them. Her pussy clenched around me as she rose up my cock, massing me with her underage twat. I pumped my finger in and out of her asshole as she did, giving her more stimulation.

Making my daughter happy.

The mind-control device held her in its programming, its ultra-high frequency sound waves, too high for a human, even a dog, to hear, were radiating out from the device in the basement. It was only affecting the people in my house, even me with a protocol that gave me the stamina to please three horny women.

My daughters had inherited their mother’s sexual appetite.

June’s hot, we t pussy rode faster and faster up my cock. Her little titties jigged. My left hand stroked her hip and then down to her thigh. The muscles bunched and flexed as she worked her pussy up and down my cock. She slammed down me, taking my cock to the hilt in her twat over and over again.

“Daddy,” she whispered. “Oh, Daddy.”

“Uh-huh,” I grunted. “That’s it, June.”

She slammed down my cock again and again. Her pussy massaged my dick. Marinated it with her incestuous juices. Her twat grew hotter and hotter. The ache built and built at the tip of my shaft, that delightful need to pump my daughter full of spunk.

I’d bathe her twat. Spurt after spurt of cum pumping into her. Filling her. It would splash against her cervix. It would baste her in my spunk. I groaned, my finger wiggling around inside of her asshole. I flexed it. Massaged her with it.

She wiggled her hip from side to side, stirring her cunt around my cock. The pleasure of her pussy was intense. Delicious. The best delight in the world. I was glad to feel her riding me, to experience this amazing pleasure surging through me.

“Oh, Daddy!” she whispered, being quiet while her throaty moans burst from her lips.

Her snatch massaged me. Teased me. It was the absolute best. I groaned and then thrust my hips upward. I bounced her on my cock. She gasped then clamped a hand over her mouth. She slammed back down my dick.

I fucked upward into her again. And again.

Delight shone in her blue eyes as I bounced her on my cock. Squeals of girlish pleasure burst from behind her hand. Her asshole clung to my dick. Her pussy clenched down on my aching shaft as she bucked up it. Her underage twat gripped me. Teased me. Pleased me. It was incredible to feel. My balls approached a boil.

She slammed down me and bucked.

Her pussy went wild around my dick.

She squealed into her hand clamped over her mouth.

I groaned at the incestuous feel of her pussy spasming around my cock. Her cunny rippled. Writhed. Sucked at me. Her juices soaked my balls as they soared to a boil. She leaned on her right hand, putting her weight on me. Pigtails swayed.

“Fuck,” I grunted and my cock exploded.

My cum spurted hot into her convulsing pussy. Her snatch rippled around me faster. Harder. She squealed again into her hand, her blue eyes rolling back in her head. I grinned at the pleasure bursting out of her. I gave my daughter rapture. She loved every second of milking my cock.

The pleasure slammed into my mind. Sparks burst across my vision. My balls unloaded into my fourteen-year-old daughter’s wonderful snatch. Her flesh rippled around me. Her pigtails danced. Then she collapsed on my chest, her hand ripping away from me.

“Daddy!” she mewled, rubbing her face into my chest hairs.

“My cute Junebug,” I groaned, stroking her back.

The exhaustion of not getting enough sleep hit me as the last of my cum flooded her pussy. I closed my eyes, falling into a doze. I could lie like this forever, my dick marinating in my youngest daughter’s cunny. I didn’t need to pee. I just needed to—

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

“Fuck,” I groaned, my right hand shooting out to reach the alarm clock. Instead, I hit the screen of my laptop. “Shit.”

“Daddy!” June gasped. “That’s a no-no word.”

“Daddy can curse in the morning,” I muttered and pushed my laptop out of the way.

“Turn it off,” groaned Dusk. “Why is it so early?”

“Because we were up so late,” my wife said, her voice groggy. “Dean ... please...”

I reached the alarm cock just beyond the laptop. I hit the button and it turned off. Everyone groaned in relief. My eyes closed again. June felt so warm on my chest. Her pussy was wrapped around my cock. I could—

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

“Everyone up,” my wife said, the sound of her hands smacking together ringing in my ears. “Come on, it’s time to get ready for church.”

My daughters and I all groaned.

“Come on, we need to take showers. Get ready. We’ve been having sex all night. Dusk, don’t even go back to bed.”

Dusk gasped and shot her eyes open. “You just pinched my ass, Mom!”

“Mmm, and it’s such a cute ass,” Kimmie purred. My wife’s red hair swept over our eldest daughter’s face as Kimmie darted in to kiss her cheek. “Now get it up and moving.”

“Fine, can I wash Dad in the shower?”

June gasped. “Ooh, ooh, can I, too?”

“No,” my wife said. “I know what will happen in there. You two girls cannot be trusted around your father.”

“Yeah, look at the little munchkin. Just riding Dad’s cock while I was trying to sleep,” Dusk said.

“Oh, no, did I wake you?” June asked. “I tried to be quiet.”

“The bed was rocking.” Dusk sat up. Her round breasts, the largest in the family and clearly inherited from my genes and not my wife’s, swayed. “Fine, let’s go get ready for dumb church.”

“It’s spiritually enlightening,” my wife said.

June “Junebug” Michael

“Surprise!” I said and burst into the bathroom with Dusk.

“What are you girls doing in there?” Mom called.

“Cleaning Dad, Mom,” Dusk said and locked the door behind us.

Dad, who was just about to step into the shower, glanced at us. He shook his head. “I thought your mother said not to join me in the shower.”

“Well, we can save water and be eco-friendly if we shower together,” Dusk said, almost shouting. “So chill, Mom.”

Mom sighed. “Fine, fine. But if you make us late for church, Dusk...”

“It’s cool,” Dusk said. “We’ll be fine.”

“Yep, we’ll be fine,” I said, feeling so daring. We were disobeying Mom, which sent a naughty flutter through me. I didn’t do it often, but...

Daddy’s cock was so hard and he didn’t seem to be objecting as Dusk and I fell to our knees before him. We both leaned in towards his cock just coated in my fresh pussy juices. His cum leaked out of me, feeling so wonderful in my twat.

I liked having Daddy’s cum in me. It felt right. Like that was what a daughter’s pussy was for: to hold her daddy’s jizz. How could something so wonderful be wrong? Why had I ever thought that incest was bad?

Dusk and I attacked his cock. That was how she’d described our plan when we’d stepped out of our parents’ bedroom. “We have to go in fast,” Dusk had whispered to me just a few minutes ago. “Get in, lock the door, and start attacking his cock with our tongue.”

Our tongues attacked his hard, long cock. I shuddered at the taste of my pussy juices as I lapped at his left side while Dusk took on his right. Her strawberry-blonde hair, gathered in pigtails like mine and Mom’s, swayed around her face.

That was a new look for Dusk. Pigtails. But I’d seen Mom wear her hair like that. Especially right before bed like she was doing it for adult fun.

“Damn,” Daddy groaned as our tongues dragged up his twitching cock to the tip.

I flicked across the spongy crown. He moaned the loudest when I did that. Then I was darting my head down to lick from the beginning again. His cock moved, bobbing and being prodded by Dusk’s tongue. It made it fun to lick at him.

His hand rested on the top of my and Dusk’s head. His fingers massaged our heads as our tongues bathed up and down his cock. We flicked to the crown again and again, coating him in our saliva and licking up all my pussy juices.

Sex with Daddy, and with my family, was so much fun.

Dusk swallowed the tip of his cock first.

Daddy groaned, his fingers massaging my head as she sucked. Slurped. She made such naughty sounds. So skilled and mature. My big sis was so much more grownup than me. Her head moved. She bobbed her lips.

I just had to watch her. I smiled as her strawberry-blonde pigtails danced around her shoulders as she worked her mouth up and down his cock. Her pink lips sealed tight about his shaft. He groaned, his dick twitching and throbbing.

“Daddy, is she making you feel amazing?” I asked, my pussy clenching. The joy on his face was so priceless to see.

“Yes,” he groaned, his fingers massaging my scalp. “Yes, she is. She feels amazing on my cock. Damn.”

Dusk popped her mouth off, a line of spittle connecting her mouth to his cock. She darted her lips to mine, gave me a naughty kiss, her tongue just brushing my mouth. Then she moaned, “Your turn, little munchkin.”

I sucked Daddy’s cock into my mouth like I was inhaling a deep breath. Then I nursed on him. I struggled to remember how Dusk had moved her head. She turned it from side to side. I did it and rubbed Daddy’s cock around in my mouth. Against the roof. My inner cheeks.

He groaned. He liked that.

Then I tried the bobbing. That was fun. My lips slid up and down his cock. It made my pussy clench, forcing out the cum bubbling inside of me. I shuddered. Drool ran down my chin. I groaned, my heart pounding with my excitement. This was all such a naughty thing to experience.

I felt so thrilled to get to enjoy it.

My tongue danced and darted around Daddy’s cock. I loved every moment of this. It was so much fun to tease him and suck on him and give him all this pleasure. My pussy clenched. My heart pounded so hard as I sucked on his dick.

“My turn,” Dusk said.

I groaned and slid my mouth off his cock. Dusk took my place. Daddy groaned.

“I don’t even hear the shower running!” Mom shouted.

“Almost ready,” Daddy groaned as Dusk bobbed her head. “Shit!”

I giggled. “Bad word, Daddy.”

“Sex is the best time to say them,” he groaned. “Shit, your sister’s making my cock feel so good. Why don’t you play with my balls? You soaked them in your juices, too.”

Daddy’s balls? My eyes widened as I stared at them. Hairy and looking wet. They were big and round. They swayed. I leaned down past Dusk and smelled my fresh juices and his salty musk. Then I was kissing them, licking them.

Daddy’s cum came from here. His seed. He could make me pregnant like Lot did with his daughters in the bible. He had two of them, too. Of course, our mother was still alive, but it was still such a delicious thing to think about.

I sucked on his balls. I nursed on them while Dusk pleased my daddy’s cock. He groaned, fingers rubbing across my scalp.

“That’s it,” Daddy groaned. “Damn, Dusk.”

She sucked louder. Harder. Those slurping sounds made my body shake. I sucked from ball to ball, loving Daddy’s cock. His wiry pubic hairs caressed over my face. I wiggled my hips and bumped into Dusk’s waist.

“No!” groaned Daddy. “Put your faces together before my cock! Hurry!”

That sounded urgent.

I ripped my head from Daddy’s balls and placed my cheek against my sister’s face. Daddy’s cock was right before us, twitching and throbbing, full of all that cum. I stared up at his handsome face. He didn’t have his glasses on—nor did Dusk so I guess you shouldn’t wear those in the shower. He looked so strong without them.

“Fist me!” he groaned but Dusk was already doing that. “Shit, shit! Fuck!”

Daddy’s cock erupted.

I squealed in surprise as his cum splashed across my face. The hot spunk coated my skin. Dribbled down my cheek while Dusk moaned beside me. More and more of Daddy’s seed splashed over us. He was showering us while groaning in delight.

“Don’t hear showering,” Mom called again.

“There’s showering!” Dusk groaned.

I giggled. Cum landed on my lips. In my mouth. I loved it. So much of Daddy’s hot spunk coated my face while he groaned with pleasure. Dusk and I made Daddy feel amazing. And that was wonderful. We were dripping in the spunk. It dripped off my chin and landed on my little titties. It ran over my face.

It was so perfect.

“Okay, okay, in the shower before your mother kills us,” panted Daddy. He reached over the shower/tub combo and turned on the water.

Kimberly “Kimmie” Michaels

The water hissed on.

I shuddered as I headed downstairs to start breakfast. I wanted to have a fortifying meal for my family. We had a wild night last night. It made my pussy so juicy just thinking about all the kinky things we did with them.

I rubbed my fingers through the hot folds of my pussy. I caressed myself for a moment, wanting to surrender to masturbatory delight. My cunt ached. It sounded like Dean was getting a double blowjob from the girls.

I really should spank Dusk for locking me out like that. She was too much like me. A dirty, dirty mind lurked behind those cute, green eyes. Whether she wore her glasses or not, she was a vixen. I rubbed harder at my pussy and—

My phone rang.

I had left it down here to charge, not taking it up to my room. I never did, not wanting the distraction at night. I ripped my hands from my pussy and swiped the screen. It was my friend, Natalie. I answered the phone and put her on speaker.

“Hey, Natalie,” I said, setting her on the counter and began grabbing a skillet and the vegetable oil. “How’re things with you?” she asked.

“Fine, fine,” I said, smiling. “Our family had a fun night. We found a way to keep the girls from fighting.”

“Oh?” my friend asked. “I’d kill for a way to keep Keven and Samantha from being at each other’s throats.”

I almost said, “Have Samantha suck Keven’s cock,” but at the last moment, I stopped myself. Just because I knew incest was perfectly fine, didn’t mean my friend did. “Oh, well, you know, we had some fun, family bonding.”

“Family bonding, huh?” my friend asked. “Like play a game or something? Monopoly?”

“Sure, sure,” I said. “It was a fun game.” A sexy game. I just wanted to blurt that out.

“The only way I could think of to get my kids to behave is to have Samantha suck her brother off.”

Hearing her say my thought out loud shocked me. It shouldn’t have since incest was perfectly fine. “Oh, really? I’m surprised. You think about your kids like that?”

“Keven, sometimes,” she said. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this, but the moment the phone picked up, I just felt ... relaxed about it. You know, you ever stared at your kids and thought, if only I could touch them. Well, you only have daughters.”

“Oh, I’ve done more than touch them,” I said as I worked on getting breakfast ready.

“What? You and your daughters?” Natalie sounded breathless. “Does Dean know.”

“Know? We shared them. I said we found a way to keep them from fighting.” I smiled. “They’re up with their father right now in the shower. If I know my girls, they’re going to be fucking him soon. I have to keep them on track.”

Natalie Meyers

“Oh, that sounds so hot,” I moaned to Kimmie. I couldn’t believe I was being so open about sharing these secrets with my friend. I bit my lip, imagining Keven and Samantha in the shower with me, touching me. Washing me.

It was beyond any of the idle thoughts I’d had before this moment. I’d noticed Keven growing into a handsome, young man. He had grown so hunky and strong. I wiggled my hips. My pussy was melting just thinking about him running his hands over me.