Chapter 9: Daughter Love Spreads

Kimberly “Kimmie” Michaels

I left my husband making love to June in the nursing room of our church. It was a private, dark room with tinted windows that looked out on the worship hall. You couldn’t see in, but you could see out. The potluck was being held in the fellowship hall, leaving hardly anyone around in the rest of the building.

It was so hot knowing my husband was finally making love to our youngest. Fourteen and nubile, June was ready for her daughter’s love. I didn’t know what seemed to be dancing in the air at church this Sunday, but I wasn’t the only one embracing incest.

I didn’t feel any of the guilt I usually did at my fantasies of Dean fucking our two daughters. Especially our baby girl. I had never admitted them to my husband once. The closest I came was pretending to be our daughter when we made love the other night.

Now he was actually doing it. This was amazing.

But it was my other daughter that had attracted my attention. Dusk (real name Eve) sulked on one of the pews. She was at that age when everything seemed the end of the world. Seventeen and bursting with hormones. I knew just the thing she needed.

Some Daddy D in her. Dick was definitely the best cure for moping. Whenever I was down, why, a good orgasm on my husband’s cock perked me right up.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, sinking down beside her on the hard pew. My voice echoed through the empty room. I shivered, my pussy soaked beneath my modest dress. On the outside, I looked like any church wife, if one who could pass for an eighteen-year-old girl thanks to my petite figure. “Huh?”

“It’s Brett,” she said.

Brett was the bad boy who lived up the street. I wasn’t thrilled that Dusk was hanging out with him, but it was understandable. Had they had sex? It wouldn’t be surprising given her age. She could do better than him, but if I told her that, why, she would rebel.

My mother still hated Dean to this day.

“What happened with Brett?” I asked. He attended our church, too, but I knew it wouldn’t be for much longer. It was inertia keeping him here. He’d grown up in the church, so he kept coming, but soon he’d break free and find his own life. It happened a lot with the young people.

“He’s just so boring,” groaned Dusk. “I thought he was great, and then yesterday when I was at his house, I thought we were going to do it. Go all the way. But ... I just got so bored I came home instead and had dinner with the family.”

That had been strange. Dusk eating dinner with us on a Saturday. She hadn’t done that in a few years.

“I’ve been thinking of ... of...” She squirmed.

“Your father?” I asked, my arm tightening around her shoulder.

Dusk looked at me, her strawberry blonde hair, gathered in pigtails like my own (I wasn’t sure why my eldest daughter and I had decided to copy June’s hairstyle) swayed. One fell over my bare arm, tickling my skin. “He ran off with June.”

“Wish he’d run off with you?” I asked. I grinned at her. “I don’t mind sharing my daughters with him. He’s a great man.”

“What?” gasped Dusk. This look of shock rippled through her.

“What’s wrong with incest?” I asked her.

“Well, nothing,” she said. Her brow furrowed. “It just feels so right. At church of all places. That’s so weird.”

I shrugged. “Sometimes you just realize things and it doesn’t matter where you are. So ... You want him.”

“Yes,” Dusk groaned. “But ... but...”

“He’s with June right now.” I leaned in. “He’s making love to her. He’s got his cock in her pussy. Took her cherry. You want him to do that, too?”

“Yes,” Dusk groaned. This feverish light entered her green eyes behind her dainty glasses.

“Then let’s go,” I said, standing up. Glad I could do my mom thing and cheer up my eldest daughter. You had to make sacrifices for your children, like sharing them with your husband.

It was such a sexy sacrifice to make.

Dusk took my offered hand. She swallowed as I pulled her to her feet. She was such a sexy girl. Those dreams I had last night, the ones of our family orgy, swept through me. I had made love to Dusk in them. She’d eaten out my pussy and I devoured hers.

Now ... now those dreams could be reality.

I led her down the aisle. She shuddered, her hand gripping mine. She adjusted her glasses with her other hand, sliding the dainty frames up the bridge of her nose. Her breasts rose and fell in her tight top. She had the largest tits in the family, ripe C’s.

Our skirts swished about our thighs. My pussy grew hotter and hotter in my panties as I brought her to the nursing room door. I pushed my daughter up against it. She shivered and pressed her ear against the wood.

“Hear them,” I asked, my eyes falling on her shapely rump as Dusk trembled.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Is that really June making those noises. She sounds so grown up. Oh, my, she’s really, really enjoying herself.”

“So will you,” I promised, my hands drawing up my daughter’s skirt. “Let me know when they finish.”

“Yes, Mom,” Dusk whimpered.

I drew up her skirt enough to slip my hand between her thighs. I climbed up and up, so aware that anyone could catch us. But it was incest, so was this really wrong? I could do things with my seventeen-year-old daughter.

My hand reached the apex of her thighs. I pressed my hand against the sodden crotch of her panties. I rubbed up and down her twat, feeling her juices soaking through. Her cream bled through. She whimpered, her ear pressed tight against the door.

This was so naughty. My own cunt clenched, a wicked heat washing through me. My fingers stroked up and down my daughter’s twat, pressing the fabric into her pussy lips. Dusk sucked in a deep breath.

“Mmm, did Mommy find your clit?” I asked, massaging that spot. I could just feel it through the cloth.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Oh, god, Mom, this is as hot as my dream.”

“I bet,” I cooed.

It was so hot rubbing at her clit through her panties. I squeezed my thighs together, my nipples throbbing in my bra. I stroked my daughter’s bud in slow circles. She breathed heavily against the door as she listened to Dean and June.

I hoped he was making our baby girl cum hard in there.

I would make Dusk explode.

My fingers slid to the side. I had to touch her pussy directly. I had to feel my daughter’s cunt. I made her in my womb. My husband’s seed had planted in me. I groaned, my body shuddering. I found the leg hole of her panties and pulled it aside.

My digits slid through my daughter’s wispy bush to find her wet lips. She gasped as I stroked up and down her cunt. I caressed her, loving her juice soaking my digits. She felt so hot and silky. I loved touching my daughter.

“Mom, Mom!” she groaned, her hips wiggling. “Ooh, you’re making me feel like Daddy’s making June.”

I doubted that. I didn’t have a big dick to fuck my daughter with. But Dusk would get her turn. Dean had stamina.

My thumb found Dusk’s naked clit. She gasped. I massaged her bud and caressed her hot pussy lips. I didn’t try to penetrate her. Dean deserved that treat. He was the man of the family. I was more than a tad old-fashioned. I loved being a homemaker. A wife.

A naughty mother.

“Mom!” groaned Dusk. “Oh, god, Mom, you’re going to make me cum if you do that.”

“Good,” I cooed, sliding my fingers up and down her pussy lips. “I want you gasping. Cumming. I want to hear your passion echoing through the air.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she hissed as I massaged her clit. “Oh, June’s moaning real loud. I think ... I think Dad’s cumming in her. Yes!”

My daughter trembled. Her hot pussy juices gushed out of her cunt. I shivered, my own twat clenching just knowing that Dean was dumping his seed in our little girl’s deflowered pussy. If he knocked her up...

That would be so hot. I would love it if he bred our daughters. Incest was so hot. So right. Fathers were meant to make love to their daughters. Just like mothers were. I massaged Dusk through her orgasm, my cunt on fire. I would have so much fun.

“They’re finishing up!” Dusk groaned. “Oh, Mom, they’re kissing. He did it. He came in her.”

“Then let’s join them,” I said, pulling my fingers from her pussy. They dripped with her juices. I popped them into my mouth. I sucked on them one by one, savoring the tart taste of my daughter’s pussy cream.

Dusk opened the door, trembling.

There was a squeal of shock. A grunt from my husband. Dusk, her voice more girlish than I heard in years, said, “Daddy, can you take my virginity, too?”

“Yes,” Dean groaned as he pulled away from June. His cock popped out hard and gleaming with her pussy juices. “I would be happy to.”

“Just like in my dreams,” my eldest daughter whispered. I smiled, glad she’d been dreaming of this like I had. Incest was amazing.

“Mom, Mom, I did it!” June gushed. She hopped up to her feet naked, her little titties jiggling. She darted to me, brown pigtails bouncing. She stopped before me, her small boobies quivering. They were like mine, tiny A cups. So cute. “I have Daddy’s cum in me!”

“Mmm, then I better lick you clean,” I said, salivating to devour my daughter.

June gaped at me. “You can do that?”

“Uh-huh,” I purred to her. “Mommies should always lick their daughters clean after they’ve been fucked by their daddies. How does that sound?”

“Daddy licked my pussy and it felt so awesome!” She bounced before me, the fourteen-year-old cutie full of energy. “Let’s do it!”

As Dusk kissed her father with hunger, I pushed my youngest down onto a seat. I fell to my knees before her. I shoved my hand between my thigh. I had to frig myself as I enjoyed this. An incestuous creampie.

Just like the ones I’d eaten in my dreams last night.

June’s pussy gaped open. Her vulva was red from being fucked, her pussy lips gleaming. My husband’s pearly cum leaked out of her depths. Smacking my lips, I ducked my head down and pressed my mouth right into my daughter’s cunt.

I licked up the incestuous mix.

I groaned at that wonderful mix of her fresh cream and his salty seed. I closed my eyes and reveled in it while my baby girl moaned out in delight. She trembled on the chair, her thighs squeezing around my face while she made the cutest sounds.

She was so sexy. So gorgeous. I loved my daughter’s cunt and licked out all my husband’s cum.

I hoped he bred her.

My fingers pushed aside the gusset of my panties to rub with feverish intensity at my cunt. I frigged myself hard and fast. The pleasure surged through me. I groaned, the delight blazing through me. I wiggled my hips from side to side, thrusting my tongue into her pussy as my fingers buried into my snatch.

“Mommy! Mommy!” gasped my precious June. “Oh, Mommy, this is amazing! Oh, yes, yes, you’re driving me wild! Mommy! Mommy! Yes, yes, that’s it. That’s just perfect! Oh, Mommy, lick out all of Daddy’s spunk.”

I stared up at her blue eyes. Her angelic face twisted with bliss. My tongue dug through her pussy, scooping out all the cum I could find while my fingers thrust into my juicy snatch. My cunt squeezed around my digits, pleasure rippling through me.

I moaned into my daughter’s cunt. Groaned. I feasted on her with feverish intensity. All my fantasies were coming true. Dusk moaned in the background while June whimpered above me. She shuddered, her small breasts jiggling and swaying.

“Mommy!” she moaned. “Oh, Mommy, yes!”

“I know,” I groaned and thrust my tongue even deeper into her twat. I scooped out the last of her father’s cum I could find.

So now I just ate my baby girl. I gave her all the passion I could. My digits thrust into my pussy, into the very hole that birthed this sexy, underage girl trembling before me. I reveled in her wispy pubic hair rubbing on my face. On her fresh juices spilling down my chin.

The heel of my hand ground on my clit. It massaged that naughty bud. Sparks of delight flew from my cunt. I groaned, the rapture surging through me. I groaned, the heat building and building in my cunt with every plunge of my wicked digits into my pussy. I stirred myself up.

I gave myself all the bliss I could.

My orgasm built and built as my tongue fluttered up and down my daughter’s pussy lips. I found her clit. She gasped. Her small titties jiggled. Her pigtails danced around her face as she groaned towards the bliss of her impending climax. Her little squeaks and moans echoed through the air.

They were such a hot delight to hear. To witness. Her thighs squeezed around my face. I felt her orgasm building while my own swelled. I hovered on the verge of exploding with incestuous delight as my tongue danced around my little girl’s clit.

I just needed the signal to cum.

I had to make my baby girl orgasm.

I sucked on her clit. My left hand thrust up and slammed two fingers into my baby girl’s deflowered depths. She gasped. Her cunt squeezed down around me. She bucked and moaned, her eyes so wide. She whimpered out in delight.

“Oh, Mommy, yes!” she howled. Her pussy went wild around my digits.

I made my baby girl cum.

I exploded.

My pussy convulsed around my thrusting digits. My hot juices bathed my hand as her fresh cream gushed from her cunt. I drank down my baby girl’s incestuous passion as the shock wave of rapture swept through my body and struck my mind. Stars burst across my vision while June howled out her ecstasy.

The pleasure rushed out of my snatch. My fingers thrust deep into my convulsing twat while I lapped up all of my baby girl’s juices. She bucked and howled, squirming in her seat. Passion consumed her face.

Just like it had in my dreams. This felt so familiar. Like I’d eaten out her pussy full of my husband’s cum before.

Which was silly. She just lost her virginity to him.

I hit the peak of my orgasm. I rubbed my face into my daughter’s twat as I heard my husband’s grunts and groans. He was enjoying our other daughter. This happy thrill ran through me. My family had embraced incest.

It was a miracle.

Eve “Dusk” Michaels

As Mom took June over to eat her out, I trembled in my embrace with Dad. His lips were on mine. I couldn’t believe how right this felt. My arms slid around his neck, clinging to him. He was naked. Sexy. His hard cock rubbed at my belly through my dress.

I needed him in me right now. I had to feel my daddy’s cock in my pussy.

I pushed him back. He blinked and gasped, “Dusk?”

“I want you to be in me, Daddy,” I moaned, pushing harder. He sank down on a chair. He grinned at me, his cock thrusting up. He was hard and covered in June’s juices.

Mom was eating June out. That was so hot. I ducked my head down and licked at my father’s cock. I tasted the little munchkin’s fresh juices on his dick. I shuddered, savoring the naughty taste melting across my tongue. It was such a thrill. Then I reached the tip, flicked past it.

His cock quivered. He groaned.

This surge shot through me. This power. Dad wanted me. He ached for my youthful flesh. My seventeen-year-old body trembled. Heat rippled through me. I wanted him, too. I ached to impale my cunt down his dick. I needed to feel his cock reaching into the depths of my pussy and fucking me hard. It would be so incredible.

I reached beneath my skirt and grabbed my panties. I straightened up and slid them out from beneath my dress. Hunger gleamed in his thighs as he watched me. He was sitting there, letting me strip naked, aching for me to do this my way.

He wanted me to enjoy this.

“Daddy,” I moaned, bending over again to push my panties past my knees. My mouth came close to his cock.

I sucked on the tip for a moment, nursing on it like a lollipop. The flavor of my little sister’s fresh cunt mixed with this other flavor. Salty. Exciting. Was that his precum? A hot shiver ran through me as my panties fell to my feet.

I straightened up, working the panties off my feet. Then I straddled him. My church dress rustled. A hot shiver ran through me. I was losing my virginity at church. I was embracing incest. What would the preacher think of me? My friends.

Why, they might think church wasn’t the right spot, but it was incest. They had to know it was right. Like I did. They had to understand how amazing and beautiful it was. A hot and heady thrill ran through me.

So amazing. So beautiful.

I pressed my cunt down on my father’s cock. Losing my virginity didn’t even hurt. I didn’t even feel my hymen tear. Nothing stopped me from enjoying Daddy’s dick. I gasped as my pussy lips engulfed the tip of his shaft.

I sank and sank down him. He groaned as he took more and more of my pussy. My cunt embraced my daddy’s dick. I swallowed all of him. I bottomed out on him and groaned in delight. He was all the way in me. He filled me up.

“Daddy!” I moaned, my throaty pleasure rippling through the air. “I love you, Daddy!”

“I love you, Dusk,” he groaned. “God, you’re gorgeous. I love feeling your pussy on my dick again.”

I giggle. “You make it sound like you’ve enjoyed my pussy before, Daddy.”

Something almost like panic flashed across his face. “Just in my dreams, Dusk.”

“Mine, too,” I purred and kissed him.

His lips claimed mine. His strong hands gripped my ass through my skirt. I squirmed, my legs pressed around his body, squeezed into the chair he sat on. It was a tight fit. I shuddered at how perfect this felt. His cock was in me. So big and thick.

I had to ride him.

I slid up his cock, my pussy squeezing around his shaft. The friction created intense pleasure. Exquisite delight. I groaned as I rose higher and higher up his dick. I broke the kiss with my father to whimper out my bliss as I savored at just how amazing his cock was.

“Oh, Daddy, yes!” I purred. “Mmm, your dick is huge.”

He grinned at me as I sank down his cock again. “You’re so tight. You feel incredible, Dusk.” I squealed in delight as I slid up him again, his hands gripping my ass. He kneaded my rump. My hips wiggled. I stirred his cock around inside of me. That felt incredible. I moaned louder at the bliss surging through me.

“Mmm, that’s it,” he panted as I sank down him all the way. “Just ride me like that.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I cooed.

I squeezed my cunt around him, reveling in his girth filling me up. This wild and wonderful rush rippled through me as I worked my pussy up and down his dick. I made love to my daddy’s cock. I stared into his dark eyes behind his glasses. He was such a sexy man.

Older. Mature. Not like that boring Brett. What did I ever see in that boy?

I had no idea. But I had my daddy now.

I hardly heard June’s squeals as Mom ate her out. I was focused on Daddy. His cock. My pussy sliding up and down his girth. The bliss. The rapture of this moment. It was incredible. Outstanding. I reveled in it. The pleasure built and built as I worked my cunt up and down his dick.

Faster. Harder.

I kissed him. Our tongues dueled as my pussy worshiped his cock. I took him in me again and again. I reveled in it. The bliss flowed through me as my orgasm built and built. I would cum on my daddy’s dick. I would explode on him.

He broke the kiss, panting, “Dusk! Dusk!”

“Is my pussy making you feel good, Daddy?” I whimpered, pressing my forehead against his. Our glasses nudged together. I inherited my nearsightedness from him. “Yes, yes, Daddy! I love you.”

“My sweet and sexy Dusk!” he groaned, his fingers digging into my rump. “Work that pussy. Slam that cunt down my dick. I’m going to cum in you. Spill my seed in you.”

“Yes!” I whimpered, my orgasm building so fast. “I’m so close Daddy. I love you so much. You’re the best daddy in the world!”

“You think that?” he panted. “Because you think incest is right?”

“Because I love you, Daddy!” I kissed him hard.

His fingers squeezed into my ass. He slammed me down his cock. His shaft thrust so deep into me. My pussy drank in the friction. The wild pleasure of his cock soared through me. That hot bliss rippled out of me. I gasped and shuddered. My pussy went wild around his dick. I came on him.

My cunt spasmed and writhed around my daddy’s big cock.