Brat’s Incestuous Lesson Chapter 2: Brat’s Taboo Teasing by mypenname3000

Chapter Two: Brat’s Taboo Teasing

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Kat

I turned the timer on the dryer and hit the start button. It rumbled to life, the sheets from my parents’ bed tumbling away. I swallowed, a nervous twist rippling through my body. I rubbed my stomach as I stepped back.

I’d just made love to my daddy.

I glanced at Daddy nearby. He looked at me standing with his shirt off and in a pair of shorts. He was a muscular guy from his job as a construction worker. He had a tattoo of a star on his chest with a snake slithering out of it. His green eyes stared at me, though they seemed distant. I bit my lip and shifted. He had a shadow of stubble on his face, his black hair short.

“We went too far,” he said.

My cheeks burned. My mom had arranged some time for us to be alone so I could practice giving a blowjob on my daddy. To suck his cock and learn how to keep a man happy. Mom was keen on it, but what I wasn’t supposed to do was have sex with him.

It was incest.

“Are you sad that we did it?” I asked. It was my first time. He took my cherry. I didn’t want it to be wrong.

“Only that I cheated on your mom,” he said, his voice tight.

“I enjoyed it,” I said. “Is that wrong, Daddy?”

“You were amazing, Kat,” he said, not answering my question.

I smiled at his words. This giddy thrill rushed through me. I darted to him and threw my arms around his neck. I stared up into his eyes. “I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you, too,” he said. I trembled as he cupped my chin and kissed me on the lips.

I closed my eyes. I whimpered into his mouth. One of his hand gripped my hip. My nipples ached against my t-shirt. I trembled, my heart beating fast. My hand rested on his chest, feeling his heart pounding, the strength of his muscles beneath my fingers, and the heat of his skin.

He broke the kiss and said, “I can’t happen again, though.”

I shuddered. I didn’t want to give this up.

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Sierra

I couldn’t stop thinking about my daughter blowing Mike as I watched the movie, letting them be alone. I couldn’t focus at all on the romantic comedy. My mind was full of thoughts of Kat’s mouth sliding up and down my husband’s cock.

It made me wet thinking about it. I shuddered. It was such a wrong thing to arrange, bordering on incest. It was just a blowjob, a way for my daughter to learn how to please her man. It was the foundation of a lasting relationship. In the bedroom. Giving your all to your lover. It went both ways. Both partners had to step up and bring their A game.

Knowing how to suck a cock and love swallowing the cum would make any guy happy, and the guy burying his face into your snatch and eating you out to a screaming orgasm would keep any gal happy.

The moment the credits came up, I was on my feet and rushing out. That had to be enough time for them to have their fun. I wondered how many times she blew him. I imagined Mike found it hot to have our eighteen-year-old daughter sucking his cock.

My excitement swelled as I drove. I hoped Mike would be eager to go down on me when I got home. I may have sped just a teeny bit. I was just eager for it. A giddy rush surged through me when I turned onto our street. My excitement swelled as I hit the garage door opener and made the turn into our driveway. I pulled in alongside his car.

I closed it.

I gathered my purse and headed from the garage into the kitchen. The house was quiet. I frowned as I noticed Mike sitting in his recliner reading a book. He rarely did that. Our daughter sat on the couch, her legs folded beneath her. She wore a pair of flannel shorts and a tank top, her sleepwear. She was on her phone, staring at it.

There was a strange feel to the air. Thick. Stiff. Mike’s posture was tense. He stared at the pages, but was he reading them? My daughter looked up and saw me. She swallowed then she got off the couch and muttered, “Hi, Mom.”

She fled the living room, and I heard her heading upstairs.

“How’d it go?” I asked, my brow furrowing. I thought there’d be a loving energy in the air. The pair seeming closer after their naughty bonding.

“Fine,” he said. He glanced up from the book. “She, uh, did fine.”

“Fine…” I pursed my lips. “Well, I guess that’s a start. I’m sure with some practice she’ll be better than fine.”

“I guess.”

I sighed. I guess this was to be expected. I did sort of push them both into doing this, it just set me on fire thinking about my daughter and husband flirting with the line of incest. Just skirting it, coming so close to forbidden passion.

I headed upstairs and found my daughter’s door closed. I knocked on it. “Kat, honey?”

“Hey, Mom,” she said.

I opened the door to find her lying on her belly and propped up by her elbows. She had her legs folded, her feet bobbing above her rump. She stared down at her phone, her fingers typing something. She didn’t look up at me.

It was hard to get her off of her phone sometimes.

“How was it with your father?” I asked.

“Oh, fine,” she said, staring intently at her screen. “He taught me how. I did it twice. Thanks for sharing him.”

“Well, you’re welcome. Did you enjoy swallowing his cum? The taste of him.”

She nodded. “It was fun.”

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Kat

Mom closed my door. I rolled over on my back and set my phone on the nightstand. I wasn’t doing anything. I couldn’t think about anything but what we’d done. The clean sheets were back on the bed, hiding all the evidence.

Save the fact I no longer had my hymen.

I stared up at the ceiling. Seeing Mom made me feel so guilty about what I’d done. I loved her and I’d stolen something from her. I’d enjoyed Daddy behind her back. I betrayed her. She gave me this opportunity to enjoy Daddy, and I went too far.

I wanted to do it again.

Even with this guilt twisting me, I felt this heat between my thighs thinking about it. Daddy doing things to me. I stared up at the ceiling reliving the moment over and over again. I replayed it in my mind, savoring all the naughty things we’d done together.

It was so wicked of us. I felt so bad but in a hot way. My pussy burned, the heat sweeping through me. I shuddered. The moment he penetrated me. The moment we betrayed Mom swept through me. That gasping delight of being filled by my daddy’s cock.

I wanted it again.

I heard my parents door closed. Their bed creaked. I went still, my ears pricked, then I heard my mother gasp. That same liquid moan of passion that I made. I bit my lip, this surge of envy surging through me. Daddy was making her feel as good as he made me.

I wanted that.

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Mike

“Oh, god!” my wife moaned as she ground her pussy on my face. She was so wet. The moment she came back downstairs, she had this look of heat in her eyes. She needed to cum. The guilt swept through me and I didn’t hesitate to pick her up and carry her upstairs.

I betrayed her, and now I wanted to give her as much pleasure as I could. I got caught up in the moment with Kat. We were brimming with lust. I should have controlled myself, but our daughter was so sexy and beautiful.

My wife’s trimmed bush rubbed on my lips. Her sweet juices spilled into my mouth. I slid my tongue through her folds. She tasted just like Kat. I thrust my tongue deep into her pussy. She moaned, grinding on me.

“Mike!” she panted. “Yes, yes!”

She bent over. Her large tits pressed into my muscular stomach. Her nipples rubbed into my belly as she grabbed the base of my cock. With a hungry mouth, she engulfed my dick. She sucked it right into her mouth, no licking or sucking or nibbling first.

She was turned on tonight.

“Damn, Sierra,” I moaned as she sucked. Her lips sealed about my cock, the pressure reaching down into my balls.

She purred around my cock, her body wiggling, rubbing her hot pussy on my lips.

The pleasure rippled through me as I put my all into eating her. My hands grabbed her rump. I massaged her, stroking her skin. I pulled her twat tight against my mouth. I put my all into eating out her pussy. My tongue darted through her folds. I caressed her labia, brushed her clit.

She moaned her delight around my dick.

That wonderful, passionate, amazing sound of her pleasure hummed around my cock. I stroked her rump, caressing her with my hands. They slid down her back, her sides. I touched her, knowing how much she’d love it.

She bobbed her head, her tongue dancing around my cock. She had skill. Her caresses didn’t feel random. Her tongue was in full control as she blew me. Her head twisted, rubbing my cock’s sensitive crown across the roof of her mouth and her inner cheek. My dick throbbed in her hand stroking the base.

Her other found my balls.

“Damn, Sierra!” I growled as she massaged my nutsack. Her fingers were skilled. They knew just how to love me. Touch me. “You’re amazing.”

She purred and then sucked hard.

My passion rippled through me. It was an amazing treat to enjoy. A hot pressure that would make me explode. I stroked my hand back to her rump. I gripped her. I held her tight as she squirmed on my face. She whimpered around my cock. She sucked hard on it, loving me. It was an incredible passion to enjoy. This amazing delight to experience.

I nibbled on her labia. Her clit. She squealed around my cock. Her sweet juices spilled over my tongue as her pussy grew hotter. I loved that flavor. She tasted just like our daughter’s. I pushed Kat on my mind. I was pleasing my wife.

My Sierra.

I slid my fingers across her crack, not penetrating her, and found her taint. Her pussy lips. I sucked on her clit as I thrust two digits into her hot, juicy sheath. She moaned about my cock. She squealed on me. She squirmed as I slid my digits deep into her.

I wanted her cumming. Exploding.

I hooked my fingers and knew just where to touch her. I had explored her pussy thoroughly. I found her G-spot. She sucked hard on me, her cunt clenching about my fingers as I massaged that perfect place. Her body squirmed on me, her breasts rubbed into my stomach, nipples hard.

She came.

Her juices squirted out of her pussy around my digits. She bathed my face in her sweet passion. I abandoned her clit to lap up her cream, savoring her delicious flavor. I licked at her as my fingers massaged her G-spot, her pussy rippling and convulsing.

She moaned around my cock. She sucked hard, her fingers squeezing down on my balls, almost hurting me. She twisted her head as I gave her pleasure. I loved the way her twat rippled around my fingers. I gave her all the pleasure she deserved.

All the rapture I possessed.

“That’s right, Sierra,” I growled, massaging her G-spot. “Embrace it. Let that bliss rush through you. I wanted you cumming and cumming.

She squealed around my cock.

I didn’t let up my massage. I gave her rapture after rapture. I sent her orgasm rippling through her flesh. She moaned, bucking atop me. She sucked harder, no longer bobbing her head. Her expert technique vanished as the pleasure rippled through her. Now it was just raw sucking.

“God, I love making you cum,” I growled. “I love making you explode. Keep cumming.”

My dick ached in her mouth. I sucked on her clit again, her juices flooding out of her twat. She coated my face as I nibbled and licked her bud. My fingers kept massaging her G-spot, her cunt convulsing around my digits. I loved the feel of her heavy tits rubbing on my stomach.

I gave her such pleasure. Such amazing bliss. I was so happy. I wanted to just please her. To make her explode over and over again and again. I wanted her having the most bliss that she could possibly enjoy.

She nibbled on my cock. She sucked on it as I gave her rapture. My balls swelled and swelled. The bliss I gave her swelled my own orgasm as it made her more passionate. She worshiped my cock. I was so happy for her. She deserved all this rapture. More. I wanted to give her every bit of rapture she could handle.

Her body bucked. She squealed.

I erupted.

“Sierra!” I moaned as my cum fired into her mouth. She sucked hard. “Goddamn, I love you.”

My pleasure shot through my body. My jizz pumped out of my cock and into her mouth. Her pussy kept spasming around me. Her cream spilled out around my fingers. Her juices soaked my lips. I loved it. I could drown in her passion. It was the best thing in the world to experience.

I stroked her rump with my left hand as she sucked out the last of my cum. The pleasure peaked in me. I groaned as my finger kept massaging her G-spot. She squealed again, her orgasms rippling from one to another.

Her mouth popped off my cock. “No more, Mike! Oh, my god, I can’t stand any longer! You amazing stud! I love you.”

“Love you,” I groaned and ripped my fingers out of her pussy. I panted, my heart screaming in my chest.

She spun around and snuggled up to me. She rested her head on my shoulder, nuzzling into my neck. “Mmm, thank you for that, Mike.”

“You’re welcome,” I panted. “I like making you scream your head off.”

“I hope you enjoyed it,” she said. “Our daughter sucking on your cock, I mean.”

I stiffened. “Yeah, I did.”

“Good.” She nibbled on my ear. “Nothing else happened?”

“She just sucked my cock off twice,” I lied. I wanted to eat my wife’s pussy again. I wanted to give her more orgasms.

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Kat

The next morning, I couldn’t help but think about Daddy. I felt so wet. So excited. I headed downstairs, hearing Mom moving around in the kitchen. Daddy sat on his chair in the living room watching the pregame show on the TV. He wore shorts and a t-shirt.

“Daddy,” I purred. Mom was making French toast. She usually did. She liked making a big breakfast on Sunday morning.

“Oh, hi, Kat,” Daddy said, stiffening.

“Mmm, you look sexy,” I said. I sauntered to him in my flannel shorts, my tank top clinging to my small breasts. My nipples tingled. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. This naughty heat rippled through me.

“Kat,” he groaned. “You can’t be saying that.”

“But you are, Daddy,” I purred. I stopped before him, my hands behind my back. “Mmm, that t-shirt really makes you look hot.” I leaned over, my little titties jiggling. “Just cupping your powerful muscles. You’re a stud, Daddy, you know that.”

He glanced at me. His eyes fell on my tits. They were outlined by the tank top. I pulled on an old one. It fit me like a second skin and left my bellybutton exposed. He shifted, his chair creaking. His cock hardened in his shorts.

My finger idly stroked the front of my tank top, sliding up my breast to caress around my areola. Tingles rushed through me. These naughty sensations had me shivering. Sweat appeared on his forehead. He glanced past me towards the kitchen.

“What are you doing, Kat?” he asked.

“Doing?” I asked. “I’m just complimenting you, Daddy.” I took a step closer to him. I put my hand on his wrist, my other still sliding around my nipple, playing with myself. Tingles raced down to my cunt, soaking my flannel shorts. I had no panties on beneath.

“You know what you’re doing,” he said, his voice tight.

“Complimenting you?” My hand slid up his wrist. “What’s wrong about that?”

“Your mother’s in the kitchen.”

“Mmm, busy,” I purred. I felt so wanton and wicked. I licked my lips, remembering his cock between them. I shouldn’t be doing this, I knew it, but I had this hot, little pussy between my thighs. The clatter from the kitchen sounded so loud.

My mother had no idea. Was this really that wrong? Besides, wasn’t this her fault? What did mom think would happen if she let me suck his dick? Why couldn’t I have that same bliss that Daddy gave her?

I had to show him that I was just as good as Mom. That I could make him happy, too. My finger massaged my nipples as my other hand stroked up his arm. “Are you okay, Daddy?”

“I’m fun,” he said, clearing his throat. “You shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Making sure you’re okay?” I licked my lips, feeling the effect I had on him. He couldn’t look away from my tits. I felt this power over him. My body turned him on. “I want my daddy to be happy and comfortable.”

“Your mother does that already.”

“She’s not doing it right now,” I said. My hand reached his bicep, stroking him. “And you look like you need something.”

He shifted. “I’m fine.”

“No, Daddy, I’m fine,” I purred, my hand playing with my nipple darting down to grab my tank top and pulling it up and over my breasts. My firm, young titties popped out. “See. I have one fine, young body, don’t I, Daddy?”

“Kat,” he groaned. “Your mother!”

Another clatter as she whisked up the batter for the French toast.

“Is making breakfast,” I said. “I’ll take care of you right now.” My hand darted from his bicep to his cock. I squeezed him. “Mmm, you need it, right.”

“Kat.” his face twisted, his eyes locked on my nipples. I felt so wicked and wanton. So bold. I shouldn’t be doing this. Mom could catch us. I almost wanted her to catch us. This strange boldness rose through me. I wanted to show her how much of a woman I was now.

I made Daddy happy, too.

My hand slid up his bulge, stroking him. I reached the tip of his cock stretching out his athletic shorts. His cock reached almost to the waistband. A little higher and…

My hand moved. I shoved into his shorts. I reached down inside and found his cock. I gripped his thick, hard shaft. An incestuous wave of delight shot through me. It was utterly naughty. It had me aching, my pussy juicy. On fire.

This was my daddy’s cock. He made me in Mommy’s womb with this dick.

I pulled out his cock while pinching my nipple with my other hand. My pussy clenched. The sink turned for a moment. How much time did I have before she finished? I licked my lips, leaning over the chair, staring with hunger at Daddy’s cock.

“You have to stop this, Kat,” Daddy groaned.

“No, I don’t,” I purred, staring at the spongy tip. Precum beaded at the tip. I just had to duck my head down and swallow him.

So I did.

I engulfed the tip of Daddy’s cock. I sucked hard on him. He groaned. Noise echoed from the kitchen. Mom seemed to be humming as I was sucking. It was so hot. My pussy clenched as I loved my daddy’s cock. I savored the incestuous delight of bobbing my head up and down his dick, my fiery hair spilling around my face.

He groaned. His hand grabbed my hair, gripping me as I put to use all the lessons he’d taught me last night. My tongue danced around his cock, swirling him, darting this and that. His fingers tightened in my hair as I sucked hard.

“Shit,” he muttered. “Your mom could catch us.”

I whimpered about his dick.

“She could walk in and find you sucking my cock, Kat.”

Did that excite him? His voice sounded so throaty. His cock was so hard. I gripped his base, feeling the throb and pulse of his heartbeat. I sucked on the tip, loving the taste of his precum. I pleasured him. I gave him my all.

My pussy grew hotter, soaking my tank top. I bobbed my head, working my mouth up an down his dick. This was so hot. He had to see now. He had to understand all the pleasure that I could give him. All the bliss that I was capable of giving my daddy.

“Kat!” he panted as I bobbed up and down. I worked my mouth, my lips sealed tight about his shaft. I loved the feel of him in my mouth. The thrill of pleasing him. It was a treat. A delight to enjoy.

I would have him cumming in my mouth. I would swallow his incestuous seed.

“Kat!” Mom called. She must think I’m upstairs. “Breakfast is almost done!”

I sucked harder. I needed my breakfast. That mouthful of my daddy’s hot cum. He would spurt so much jizz into my mouth. It would be incredible. My cunt clenched. The juices soaked my flannel shorts as I nursed with passion.

“Kat?” Mom called.

“She’s in here!” Dad called. “We’ll be there in a moment.”

“Okay,” Mom answered.

I felt so wicked. So naughty. I sucked with all my passion on Daddy’s cock. He groaned, his back arching. His dick pulsed. Mom was done. She was dishing up the food. She would be wandering out at any moment. I moaned at that thought.

Daddy erupted.

His cum fried into my mouth. That hot and salty jizz burst in me. My pussy clenched. A mini-wave of pleasure washed through me. It was almost an orgasm. It swept through my body like a searing wind. I groaned, sucking hard on his cock.

That thick, salty jizz pumped into my mouth. It spilled down my throat. I gulped it down. I swallowed it. My hunger burned through me. I gulped down all of my daddy’s cum. All that yummy cream.

“I hope you’re hungry,” Mom called.

“I am,” Daddy groaned. “Kat is, too.”

So hungry.

I swallowed every drop of his jizz. I drank it down. That wonderful, salty spunk coated my throat and warmed my belly. Daddy grunted as he let out the last of his cum. He panted as he leaned back in his chair.

“Jesus, Kat,” he panted.

I popped my mouth off his dick. “Mmm, I can’t wait to feel you in me again. I love you, Daddy. Thanks for tiding me over until later.”

I licked my lips, cleaning up the cum off of them, then I whirled around. I shoved down my tank top and raced to the kitchen. I burst in to find Mom setting down the platter of French toast and breakfast sausage in the center of the table, a bowl of fresh fruit beside it.

“There you are,” Mom said. “Hungry?”

“Starved,” I said. It was so naughty doing this behind Mom’s back. I didn’t want to steal Daddy from her, but I loved him, too. I would give him as much pleasure as her. More. I was a woman now, too. “Maybe next Sunday, I’ll cook breakfast.”

“Oh, really?” she asked. “Trying to take away my kitchen.” She gave me a grin.

I smiled back. I was such a wicked daughter.

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Mike

My worry grew through breakfast. Kat sat between my wife and me at the kitchen table. She wore that too-tight tank top, a mischievous grin on her face. Her green eyes danced. Her foot kept brushing mine beneath the table, my cock tingling.

Sierra had no idea. She was just chatting, talking about her plans for working in the garden. She loved her flowers and herbs. I offered to help, willing to get dirty, but she always said, “You can remodel a bathroom over a weekend, but you have no idea what you’re doing in the garden. It takes a gentle touch, not brute force. Except with the weeds.”

She hated weeding.

“I’m going to move tulip bulbs and get ready for those pink daisies. I think I’ll buy them tomorrow.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, Kat’s foot sliding up an down my leg. My worry increased. She was intoxicating. It was a rush having my daughter’s sucking on my cock. I didn’t want to do any more with her, I loved my wife, but Kat was so nubile. So cute.

So horny.

“I’m going to just hang out around the house,” said Kat.

“Are you planning on getting dressed?” Sierra asked, her tone fond. “I know I let you and your daddy practice, but you’re going to make his blood pressure pop if you keep walking around dressed like that.”

“Mmm, well, I wouldn’t want that. I have to take care of him.” Her foot slid higher. “I’ll be sure to change. You go gardening, and I’ll take care of the dishes.”

“Oh, what a sweet daughter,” she said.

“Yeah,” I groaned.

“Kickoff’s about to start, Daddy,” Kat said, standing up and scooping up her plate. “Right?”

“Yeah,” I grunted again. I couldn’t say anything else. I was getting hard.

“You don’t want to miss a thing,” Kat purred. I struggled not to follow her tight rump, hugged by her flannel shorts, as she headed to the sink. I could just make out a faint wet spot between her thighs when she bent over to start washing them.

She had no panties on beneath.

“I bet the game’s going to be explosive,” Kat said. “Just a rush to watch and enjoy.”

“Mmm,” Sierra said, not caring at all about sports. “Enjoy your game.”

She stood up, her robe wrapped around her. She headed out of the kitchen with her coffee cup in hand, humming. I swallowed, my cheeks burning. I glanced at Kat, her hips wiggling from side to side as she watched the dishes.

“Kat,” I croaked.

“Mmm, go watch your game, Daddy,” she said. “I’ll be along shortly. We’ll watch it together.”

“You hate football,” I said, my chest tight. Sierra would be outside for an hour or two.

“I hate watching sports,” she said. “Doing physical things, well, I like that.”

“Shit,” I groaned, my dick a slab of iron.

I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to leave. To escape. To go outside. I could lie in my hammock by Sierra, stopping this from happening. This was wrong. Not only was I cheating on my wife, but I was also doing it with our daughter. It was incest.

My dick throbbed. Ached. I wanted this. Another taste of Kat’s forbidden pussy. I would revel in her. It would be incredible. She would be wrapped around me. So tight and hot and delicious. She would make me explode.

I rose and headed into the living room. I heard my wife come down the stairs as I sat down. She was in a tight pair of old jean shorts and a tight t-shirt that gripped her large breasts. She had her blonde hair pinned up in a bun, though a few strands had escaped. It gave her this sexy, disheveled look.

“You could skip the gardening,” I said. “I could…”

“Oh, and miss the joy of having you wash my body off in the shower after getting dirty in the garden.” She winked at me. “Enjoy your game.”

She sauntered out. My last out. The moment the back door closed, my daughter popped into the living room. She had this wicked look on her face, her hands playing with the bottom hem of her tank top.

“Mmm, Mommy said I shouldn’t be wearing this outfit around you,” she purred, pulling it up.

“You have to stop being a brat,” I panted. “Your mother’s going to find out.”

“I don’t care if you think I’m a brat.” She had this daring look in her eyes like she was proving something. She yanked her tank top up higher. “I’m going to love you, Daddy.”

I shuddered as those firm, youthful titties came into view. Little handfuls compared to her mother’s overflowing breasts. I swallowed, my heart pounding in my chest.

She pressed down her flannel shorts, her trimmed, blonde bush coming into view soaked by her juices. She stepped out of her bottoms with grace as she sauntered to me. This look of bold hunger in her eyes.

“Kat, it’s not too late to stop this,” I moaned.

“Daddy, I don’t want to stop this.” She reached my recliner. Her red hair swayed about her flushed face. “I can’t. You’re amazing. I’m not giving you up. Mommy never has to know. I love you, too. Let me show you.”

She grabbed my hand and pressed me between her thighs. She rubbed my fingers through the folds of her pussy. I felt her juicy twat. The heat of her cunt soaking my digits. I groaned at her passion soaking my fingers. I could smell her sweet musk.

The same scent as her mother’s.

I wanted them both. They both set my blood on fire. My wife and my flesh and blood.

My fingers thrust into my daughter’s pussy. She gasped, her back arching. In the background, the drum roll thundered, the crowd cheering as kickoff was about to happen. I didn’t care. My fingers plunged deep into my daughter’s cunt. I stirred around inside of her, massaging her. She gasped, her cunt squeezing around my digits.

“Daddy, yes,” she moaned, her breasts jiggling. She leaned over my chair, her hands bracing on my shoulders. She squeezed me tight through my t-shirt. “Mmm, Daddy, I’m going to love you. I’m going to make you cum so hard. Isn’t that going to be great, Daddy?”

“Yes,” I groaned.

“You like that I’m a naughty brat, don’t you?” she purred, her hips wiggling, her twat gripping my fingers. “That I’m loving you with Mommy just outside. It makes this hot, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” I growled, this wild, angry lust swelling in me. Teasing brat was driving me wild. I didn’t want to do this. I wanted to put this behind us, but she wouldn’t drop it. I plunged my fingers faster and faster in and out of her pussy. I would make her explode.

My thumb slid through her bush and found her clit. I rubbed it hard. Her grip tightened on my shoulders. She gasped, her face scrunching with pleasure as I fingered her. I thrust my digits in and out of her young cunt.

Her juices poured down the back of my hand. I loved the feel of her about me. She had this delicious feel. Her silky flesh gripped me. I groaned, thrusting my digits faster and faster in and out of her cunt. I would fuck her hard. I would show her what happened when a girl teased a man.

“Ooh, yes, yes,” she moaned. “Daddy, you’re so passionate. You’re going to make me feel amazing, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” I growled, my fingers plunging hard and deep into her cunt. “I want you to explode on my fingers.”

“Then I’m going to ride your cock, Daddy.” She licked her lips. It sent an incestuous rush shooting through me. “Yeah, you want that.”

“I do! Fucking brat, I want your cunt riding me. You’ll work that pussy up and down my cock. I’ll cum in you.” I rubbed her clit harder, her back arching. “That’s what you want, right? Huh? You just want to satiate this hot cunt.”

“I want to love you, Daddy!” she moaned and darted her head down.

She planted her mouth on mine. She kissed me with real hunger. Her tongue darted into my mouth. She swirled her tongue around inside of my mouth, her fingers gripping my shoulders, her pussy clutching to my plunging fingers. I massaged her bud, churning her up.

I felt her passion. My daughter kissed me with more than lust. This was all messed up, but I was too horny to care. To think. My bratty, sexy daughter was in my blood. She burned in me. I blazed with my lust for her.

I wanted to fuck my daughter hard. To revel in her incestuous pussy’s tight grip.

I fingered her faster. I plunged my two digits hard into her cunt. She moaned into my mouth, her hands sliding down the front of my chest. My blood raced. This was so risky. Sierra was just out in the backyard. She could catch us.

My dick throbbed. My fingers curled inside my daughter’s twat.

I slid up and down my daughter’s pussy. I didn’t know her cunt like her mother’s. I caressed her slowly, searching for that special spot as our tongues danced. My thumb kept dancing over her clit. She wiggled her hips, kissing me hard as her hands stroked my chest.

Her pussy squeezed tight about me when I rubbed a certain spot. She gasped, her lips freezing on mine.

I slid my fingers back up her pussy wall and she moaned as I massaged there. She broke our kiss, her green eyes wide in shock. Her entire body shook, those firm titties jiggling as her juices ran down the back of my hand.

“Daddy, Daddy,” she moaned. “What is that? That spot?”

“That’s your G-spot,” I said. “Feels even better than your clit, doesn’t it?”

“The G-spot’s real?” she moaned. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against mine, her green eyes filling up my world. “Oh, my god, Daddy! That’s incredible! Yes, yes, I love this! I love it! You’re amazing! Daddy! Daddy! I’m going to cum!”

“Good,” I growled, my thumb dancing around her clit I massaged her bud, loving how her pussy gripped. “How hard are you going to cum?”

“So hard!” she moaned, her fingers clawing at my chest through my t-shirt. “Daddy!”

Her pussy convulsed around my fingers. That wonderful, spasming flesh. Tighter than my wife. Kat’s sweet musk filled my nose. That intoxicating scent rippled around me. I licked my lips, hungry to devour every drop of her.

I would make my daughter cum hard. I would make her explode. She whimpered, her hips wiggling back and forth. Her forehead rubbed into mine, the tips of our noses grazing. When she moaned, her breath caressed my mouth. Hot and full of her passion.

Her juices gushed out of her cunt. They soaked my hand. Her body quivered and her moans sang through the living room over the cheers of the crowd. I didn’t care about the game. I had my bratty daughter to enjoy.

“You love that?” I asked. “My fingers rubbing against your G-spot?”

“So much, Daddy!” She shook. Her back arched, pulling her head from mine. Her tits jiggled before my eyes now. “Oh, my god! Yes, yes! The pleasure keeps rolling through me!”

“Now imagine my cock massaging your G-spot!”

“Yes!”

Her squealing moans rang through the house. Her juices gushed out again. They dripped down my wrist. My dick throbbed. I ripped my fingers out of her pussy, coated in her incestuous passion. I popped them into my mouth as I watched her tremble through her orgasmic rapture.

I sucked on my digits, loving her taste.

“Daddy! Daddy!” She wiggled her hips back and forth. “Oh, my god, Daddy. You’re amazing!”

Her hands darted down to my shorts. She yanked them down. I lifted my ass, eager to help her. As she tore my shorts down my legs, I popped my fingers from my mouth and ripped off my shirt, her eyes lighting up at the sight of my muscular body.

“Oh, Daddy, you’re so hot! None of my friends have Daddy’s that are hot and sexy and muscular like you!”

Kat threw herself at me. She straddled me, her juices running down her thighs. She grabbed my hard cock and lined it up at her pussy. She impaled herself down on me, letting her hot, tight, forbidden flesh engulf me in a single plunge.

My daughter’s pussy…

I’d created her in her mother’s womb, and now she was around me. Grown-up. An adult. She shuddered, squirming, wiggling her hips and stirring her cunt around me. Her pussy still rippled from her orgasms. It felt like her passions were dying down in her. I’d have to fix that.

“Oh, Daddy, I love this,” she moaned, her arms snaking around my neck. Her small titties rubbed against my chest, her nipples hard. “I love it when you’re in me. It feels so right.”

“Yeah,” I panted, my heart racing. “Damn, Kat, you are a wild thing.”

“Mmm, Mommy never should have let me practice blowing you. I can’t get enough.”

“She should have known her daughter would have the same hot blood,” I panted. I couldn’t help it. Kat was too sexy.

She worked her pussy up and down my cock. She lifted herself up, delight burning in her green eyes. Then she slammed her pussy down my cock. She engulfed me again and again. My spongy crown drank in the feel of her cunt.

My hands grabbed her rump, feeling her muscles ripple as she rode me. I squeezed her, letting her enjoy herself. That tight twat squeezed me as she slid up my shaft, my balls twitching. Then she slammed back down me, taking me to the hilt and giving a cute, little gasp.

“Oh, Daddy, you’re so huge!” she moaned. “Mmm, love this. I love you.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, my heart racing. “Damn, Kat, you’re so hot and tight.”

“Like Mom?” Her eyes burned with that bold need.

“You’re just as sexy as your mother,” I panted. “Don’t make me choose. I love you both.”

“I just want a piece of you, Daddy,” she purred. “Mommy never has to know. It’s our naughty secret.”

I shuddered as she worked her pussy faster. She rode me, her incestuous snatch massaging my dick. My daughter felt incredible. My fingers dug into her rump. My heart pounded in my chest. My balls tightened, a load of my seed eager to flood her.

My fingers kneaded her rump. Her hips danced from side to side. I shuddered and gasped. The heat surged through me. She bounced on my dick. My chair groaned as she rode me. She slammed that amazing twat down my dick.

I groaned, kneading her ass as the pleasure rippled through me. My fingers dug into her rump. I massaged her. Loved her. I savored the feel of her pussy dancing around me. That amazing cunt massaged me. My heart raced. The pleasure built and built inside of me.

“Daddy!” she howled, not caring. Sierra was outside. She’d never hear us. “Yes, yes! Daddy! I love your cock! You feel so good in me.”

“And it’ll feel better when my cock’s massaging your G-spot,” I groaned.

“How?” she asked. “It’s rubbing past it, but it’s not like with your fingers. I loved it when you rubbed there. It felt amazing. I want it. I want your dick to massage my G-spot!”

“Such a needy brat,” I groaned.

Her pussy clenched around my dick. “Uh-huh. You love it, Daddy. You love fucking your bratty daughter.”

“Yes!” I growled. “Lean back!”

“But…” She hugged me tighter. “I love rubbing my titties into your chest. My nipples tingle.”

“Only way,” I told her. “My cock has to rub along your pussy at just the right angle.”

“Okay,” she moaned.

She leaned away, her hands grabbing the back of my neck as she went further and further back. Her pussy shifted around me, feeling different as she rode me. I could feel my dick rubbing up and down the top of her sheath where her G-spot lay.

She gasped as my crown crossed that certain spot. Delight burst in her mouth. She slammed down my cock and then rose up, shuddering again and again. I could tell every time my cock massaged that delicious spot.

“Daddy!” she moaned, her little titties jiggling. “Oh, wow, you know so much about sex.”

“Had lots of practice.”

“With Mommy?”

“Uh-huh!” I growled, my fingers digging into her rump. “Kat! Yes, yes, work that pussy up and down my cock. I’m going to explode in you.”

“Promise?” she howled, her pussy squeezing around my cock.

“Yes!” I snarled.

She shuddered and beamed at me. She slammed her pussy down my cock. She engulfed every inch of my dick. I shuddered, my cock throbbing in her pussy’s grip. Her small titties jiggled as she worked herself to a feverish pitch.

Her pussy slid halfway down my cock. She wiggled her hips from side to side. She whimpered as she massaged the spongy crown of my dick into her G-spot. Her fingernails bit into the back of my neck as she gripped me. Her face turned red, her hair dancing about her face.

“Oh, my god! Oh, my god, Daddy!”

My daughter’s pussy went wild about my cock. She came, her pussy convulsing around my shaft. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She slammed her spasming twat down my shaft. She took every inch of me.

“Daddy!”

“Shit, Kat!” I panted, her pussy writhing about my cock, sucking at it. The pressure swelled in my balls.

“Cum in me, Daddy! Explode in me!”

“Yes!” I snarled, my fingers digging into her rump. “Shit!”

Her writhing flesh massaged my dick. The spongy crown. Her silky flesh swelled the ache. My face twisted. Every muscle in my body tensed as I hit that rocketing rush. I raced towards my orgasm, nothing stopping me from cumming in my daughter’s pussy.

My jizz exploded into her cunt.

“Kat!” I snarled.

“Yes, yes, Daddy! I love it when you cum in me!”

Her writhing pussy spasmed around my dick. I gasped in rapture. The pleasure slammed through my body. Her cunt milked me. Her incestuous flesh worked out my seed. I felt dizzy from the bliss. From the ecstasy hammering my mind.

Stars burst across my vision. My head swam to the right, drifting past my daughter. My fingers dug into her rump as my cum spurted a final time into her convulsing pussy. Her back arched, her hair sweeping about her face and…

Sierra entered the living room, dirty gloves on her hand.

The moment froze in my mind, my wife’s face flushed and sweaty from gardening, bits of dirt on her striped tank top, her blonde hair pinned up save one long lock that fell down her cheek. Her blue eyes blazed.

“I said you could practice blowjobs, not fucking, you little brat!” Sierra hissed. “Katerina, get to your room right now!”

My cock wilted in my daughter’s pussy as she squealed in fright. My wife quivered in rage. I was dead.

To be continued…