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Story Codes: Female/Female, Male/Female, Male/Females, Mind Control, Incest, Oral Sex, Facial, Anal Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Spanking, Hot Wife, Cuckqueen

Comments are very welcome. I would like all criticism, positive and negative, so long as it’s constructive, and feedback is very appreciated.

Note: This is a commissioned story. I don’t have much say over the events.

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Click here for Chapter 20.

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T. Ropex

“I have an exciting opportunity,” the AI said. “A family therapy session. Father, mother, and their daughter who is caught in the middle.”

“Perfect,” I said and appeared in an office room. There was a woman in it sitting at a computer. She had a sort of dull, red hair that she wore in a perfunctory bob and in a gray pantsuit. Nothing sexy about her, not even the glasses.

Well, I knew that would change.

“Dr. Lavender,” a voice said on the intercom, “the Brewsters are here.”

I smiled, ready for the scenario to play out.

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Dr. Brenda Lavender

“Send them in,” I said and rose, smoothing my pants.

I moved around the desk, ignoring the boring sort of fellow standing in the corner of my office, and went to my chair. I had a couch facing it across a small coffee table. I specialized in family counseling, and I had a very problematic couple.

They were arguing a lot, mostly about their daughter. She was a senior in high school, eighteen and failing. She might not be able to go to college. She was in a slump, and that had her parents arguing, which only caused their daughter to do worse and worse.

It was an awful spiral. The husband didn’t want to be here. The wife dragged him, nagging him the entire time. I imagined the daughter would not be happy to be here, too. Probably blamed herself. We would have to figure this all out.

“…can do better than this,” the wife was saying. Mrs. Brewster was an overweight stay-at-home mom who had let herself go. That was another part of the problem. She had her sandy-blonde hair in a soccer mom bob. Nothing flattering. She was in sweatpants, again, with hardly any makeup.

The husband was an office worker. He had a bit of a gut that came with middle age. A dad bod as the zoomers called it these days. Still, he was tall and had a handsome face. He could do better than a pudgy wife. I had seen her wedding picture. Sure, he had gained thirty pounds, but she had gained a hundred.

The daughter slouched in last in a gray hoodie that was pulled up. Her brown hair spilled out and over the front of her hoodie. She was slender, looking much like her mother. A string bean. Not much curves. Probably low self-esteem from not blossoming properly.

“Welcome, welcome,” I said to the family. “This is Paula.”

“Yes,” Mrs. Brewster said, a cutting barb to her tone that just was not going to help.

I sighed. This would be a long session.

“Come on, Paula,” the husband said. “If you don’t talk, this will drag on longer.”

“She won’t make anything of herself if you keep coddling her,” the wife responded.

The husband shrugged. “She’s a good kid, you just are too hard on her.”

“She’s failing!” she said. “She doesn’t want to end up like me!”

“What does that mean?” the husband demanded. “Getting to sit all day on her fat ass watching soap operas.”

“I don’t watch soap operas!” she hissed.

“Right, there’s the wine drinking, too,” Mr. Brewster hissed.

The girl pulled on the strings of her hoodie, tightening the hood around her face as she lowered her head. Her shoulders were hunched over. The poor thing. This was not going to work. I crossed my leg, pulling out my notepad, writing a few things down.

“Please, please,” I said. “This is not why we’re here. Not to hurt each other, but to remember that you’re a family. Please, sit down. Your daughter between you.”

The parents sat down. Paula hesitated before sitting between them. She had to squeeze between them. The poor thing. Her mother fixed her eyes on me. She expected me to snap my fingers or something and fix her family.

If things were only so easy.

“Now,” I said, “academics are not the only future for a young woman.”

“Yeah, she can be a home-slave for an ungrateful husband who’s out working with those bimbos!” Mrs. Brewster said.

“At least they aren’t nagging shrews,” he muttered.

“Nagging shrew?” hissed Mrs. Brewster, glaring over her daughter’s head at her husband.

“Sorry, shrews are skinny,” he said. “Nagging whale.”

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T. Ropex

“Adjusting the scenario,” the AI said.

The people changed. Well, not Mrs. Brewster. She remained fat. Well, not as fat. A more… attractive plumpness. Thicc, I supposed. The therapist also was sexy. Thigh-high stockings. A miniskirt that showed off her gorgeous legs. Her blouse half-unbuttoned to show off her large titties. Her glasses were delicate and sexy, giving her a smoldering look.

A hot librarian.

Which went well with her lustrous, red hair that fell in waves to her shoulders.

The husband was a fitter man, too. Muscular beneath his tight-fitting T-shirt. The greatest change was the daughter. No longer mousy, she wore a jean skirt and a boob tube that hugged her huge, fake titties. Her brown hair was bleached-blonde. She looked trashy. A bimbo, her legs crossed as she smacked on her bubblegum.

Perfect.

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Dr. Brenda Lavender

“It’s clear your daughter is an utter bimbo,” I said. “And one too stupid to use that body to get her teachers to giver her at least a C. Probably lets them fuck her for free.”

Paula giggled and smacked her gum. “It’s just so much fun! It should be free!”

“This is all your fault,” growled Mr. Brewster. “You put so much pressure on our daughter, she became a whore.”

“Don’t pretend that you don’t love it, you lecherous pig,” she hissed. “Too busy ogling our daughter to fix the leaky sink or to finish remodeling the bathroom or to build the deck.” She glanced at me. “The materials are sitting outside under a tarp. Probably ruined after two years.”

“I work fucking sixty, seventy hours a week so you can slurp down rum coolers and bonbons,” he growled. “Sorry if I’m not in the mood to repair some shit for your fat ass.”

“Too busy fucking your secretary!” she hissed back. “Though at least I haven’t been pawed by you for the last two years.”

“Because I can’t get it hard for a blubbery whale,” he growled.

Paula giggled. “I’m not blubbery, Daddy!” She snuggled against him. “Right!”

“You’re just a fucking whore rubbing your tits on your father’s arm,” hissed the mother. “That’s disgusting. Have some self-respect!”

“So your problems are he is fucking his secretary,” I said, my pussy so wet. I never wore panties. It spoiled the fun. “And he’s not maintaining the house.”

“Exactly!” Mrs. Brewster snarled.

“And you hate the fact she just sits around at home while you work hard to provide for her, right?” I asked, nodding to the husband.

He nodded. “She used to be hot.”

“Like me!” squealed Paula.

“Well, I think the solution is easy,” I said. “Mrs. Brewster, time for you to get out of the house and get a job. I can line you up with some office work. You can pay the bills, which will free up your husband to keep the house maintained. To remodel the bathroom and build the deck.”

“Get a job?” gasped Mrs. Brewster.

“Time she started earning her weight,” he said.

“And she has so much weight to earn,” giggled Paula.

Mrs. Brewster shot her daughter an evil look. “And she needs to contribute, too.”

“She will,” I said, my nipples tingling with excitement. What are you doing, this strange voice said. You can’t be about to suggest this. It’s disgusting. This isn’t how you help people. What absolute horseshit. This was exactly how I helped people. “Your daughter will take care of your husband.”
Mrs. Brewster blinked. “What?”

“Take care of?” asked Mr. Brewster. “Like cook and clean.”

“Well, maybe clean,” I said. “I don’t think she’s smart enough to cook anything more complicated than cereal and milk.”

Paula giggled.

“But by taking care of, I mean sexually, of course,” I said.

“WHAT?” both the parents gasped together.

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Mr. Aaron Brewster

I could not believe what I just heard. “You want me to… with my daughter?”

“Of course,” the doctor said. She was a hot piece of ass. I mean, I would love to fuck her. My secretary was a good lay, but it meant I had to be nagged, nagged, nagged by my wife about it.

Well, if she hadn’t turned into a fat whale… Of course, Lisa had never been a good lay. I didn’t know the difference until years after our marriage.

“She’s the perfect solution,” Dr. Lavender continued while my wife made choking sounds of shock. “She’s at home. She’s in the family. No more cheating on your wife. It’a not cheating if you’re getting satisfied by your daughter. Nothing wrong with that.”

“It’s incest!” I gasped.

“Pish, posh,” the hot therapist said, waving her hand. Her boobs jiggled in her top. “That’s just an excuse of narrow-minded people. Incest is perfectly acceptable when done under the right circumstances. It can be quite the affirming thing, too. Besides, your daughter’s never going to succeed. She’ll either end up in porn and strung out on drugs or as a hooker and it’s the same thing. She’s too dumb to get a billionaire to be her sugar daddy. So you have to make sure that doesn’t happen by fucking her daily.”

“I need it so much, Daddy!” squealed my daughter. She grabbed at my crotch and squeezed. “You’re so hard!”

“You’re hard for our daughter,” gasped my wife.

“No!” I growled. “For the fucking therapist!”

“You dirty pig!” hissed my wife, glaring daggers at me.

“Well, her tits are hanging out,” I protested. “How can I stare at those and not… I mean…”

“She’s not a fat whale like me! Pig! You have a small dick! I’ve had bigger!”

“When?” I demanded.

“Daddy’s huge!” squealed Paula as she bounced to her feet before us. Her big breasts jiggled in her top. She begged for the breast enhancement as a present when she turned eighteen a few months ago. “You’re lying, Mommy! No guy would fuck a fatty, ugly woman like you. You’re not 403 like me!”

403? What the fuck did that mean.

“I… I could…” My wife sulked there.

“You can’t,” cooed Dr. Lavender. “Now, Mr. Brewster, are you the man in the house or not.”

“I am,” I said.

“Then why do you let her talk to you like that? You need to take charge!” Dr. Lavender fixed her green eyes at me through her delicious glasses. “So put your wife in her place, send her fat ass into the workforce, and fuck your bimbo-daughter hard! Get balls deep in her snatch before she’s a strung-out whore and your wife nags you into an early grave.”

“Fat!” hissed Mrs. Brewster. “I don’t have to take this abuse.”

“Well, you wouldn’t have to if you put the damned fork down once in a while,” I growled, glaring at her. “All you fucking do is nag, nag, nag. What do you contribute!”

“I… I… cook and clean.”

“Not anymore,” I muttered. “The house is a pigsty. You’re wasting money DoorDashing for yourself and leaving me to eat some fucking leftovers. I come home to a disaster. I’m fucking done with it!”

“That’s right,” the therapist cooed. “Put her in her place.”

“I… I…” my wife stammered.

I rose. “I’m fucking sick of it. You’re getting a job. You can go and sweat the pounds off your ass taking care of the family.”

She shrank into the couch.

“Mmm, and you’re going to fuck your daughter,” purred the therapist. “You can’t keep fucking other women. You can’t cheat on your wife if she’s contributing. So, you have to pound your daughter like a whore.”

“I…” I glanced at my daughter. “It’s wrong. I can’t do that.”

“A man could do it,” Dr. Lavender said. “Slut, get naked.”

“Yes!” squealed Paula and her boob tube flew off her in a flash.

Her heavy tits came into view, her nipples both pierced by silver barbells through her fat, pink nubs. They were plump from the implants. Goddamn works of art, but they were my daughter’s. I wrenched my gaze away.

“No,” I said. “She’s my little girl.”

“She’s all grown up,” Dr. Lavender said, her voice soft and seductive.

“I even shave my pussy, Daddy!” my little girl said as I heard her shoving off her shorts. “See! No hair! That’s how grown up I am!”

I groaned and glanced at her. My cheeks burned. She had a tight slit that dripped pussy juices. She had not a hair on her. Not like that hairy thatch my wife kept. She never trimmed it. I swallowed. This couldn’t be happening.

“You’re my daughter,” I groaned.

“I know!” she squealed. “Ooh, ooh, you’re so hunky, Daddy! Get naked and fuck!”

“You put your clothes back on right now, you little fucking tramp!” Lisa hissed, on her feet. She wagged her finger. “Aaron, you make her get dressed. I’m going to whip her ass raw. Hurry up. Cover her up!”

“Stop fucking nagging me!” I roared at my wife.

She gasped and fell back on the couch. It groaned beneath her weight.

“And you,” I turned back to my daughter to find Dr. Lavender hugging Paula from behind. I could not believe what I was seeing. She was squeezing those big breasts. Just massaging them. I swallowed at the sight. The therapist dug her fingers into those heavy rods. “You have to… to…”

“You want to squeeze these tits,” purred Dr. Lavender. She licked at my daughter’s ear and nibbled on her lobe with those plump, red lips.

“Please, Daddy,” cooed Paula, her blue eyes sparkling. “Play with my titties. I got them for you. I love you, Daddy!”

When was the last time my wife said she loved me?

“Let me see how sexy you are,” my daughter added. “You do so much for me, Daddy. You provide for me. I’m so thankful for you.”

Her words hit hard. My wife never thanked me for slaving at work. For the long hours. I missed so much of my daughter’s life growing up because I was breaking my back to buy the house and the clothes and all the shit my wife thought was necessary.

The matching drapes. The knickknacks. The shelves. She had to make the house “homely” with all that garbage. Matching throw pillows. The walls needed to be painted to a different shade of white. The lawn had to be mowed. Her flowers planted. On and on and fucking on, and she never said those two words.

“Thank you for being my daddy and loving me,” my daughter squealed. “Now I can repay you by loving you with my sexy body!”

“Mmm, and doesn’t she have a sexy body,” Dr. Lavender purred, the redhead’s hand sliding down my daughter’s flat belly to her shaved pubic mound. Then the therapist cupped my daughter’s twat.

“Daddy!” gasped my daughter. “I’m so wet for you!”

“Dripping wet,” the therapist purred. She pulled her hand away, her fingers dripping with my daughter’s cream. She held them out. “See.”

I groaned and leaned forward. I suckled on her fingers.

My wife gasped.

I tasted my daughter’s sweet cunt. I groaned at the delicious flavors. That was my daughter’s pussy. I shuddered as I pulled off my T-shirt. My wife gasped again. She sounded so angry. Good. I threw it down and unsnapped my jeans.

“I can’t believe you’re doing something this disgusting,” my wife hissed. “I’m going to—”

“Shut your fat mouth,” I said. “You’re going to start obeying me, woman.”

“That’s it,” Dr. Lavender said, moving around us. “Show your wife who is in charge. That you’re the man. You rule the house. You own everything in it. Every woman who lives in it, especially your daughter.”

“You own me, Daddy!” squealed my little girl.

“Yes,” I growled and thrust off my pants. My cock bobbed out. She gasped as she saw it. She grabbed it, stroking it. “I own this cunt!”

I cupped my daughter’s pussy, rubbing at her folds. Then I thrust a pair of fingers into her twat.

“Daddy!” she squealed, her cunt squeezing down on me. “Yes!”

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T. Ropex

“On a scale of one to thirty-three, how satisfied are you with the scenario?” the AI asked.

“Twenty-seven,” I said. “It needs a little bit more.”

“The scenario is just starting out. Be patient, and you’ll see. I know what you love.”

I smiled and watched the father fingering his bimbo-daughter’s cunt.

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Mr. Aaron Brewster

My daughter’s cunt felt so delicious around my fingers. The sweetness of her made me hungry. “I own this cunt.”

Paula nodded. “You do, Daddy!”

I dropped to my knees and buried my face into her pussy. I licked her.

“Daddy!” she squealed. “Oh, oh, I’ve never had that done to me before!”

“That’s it, Mr. Brewster,” purred the therapist as she walked around me. “Devour your daughter’s cunt. Show her that you’re a man. Make the whore cum then fuck her mouth with your big dick. She’ll never want another man again.”

I growled into my daughter’s cunt, wanting that. I felt my wife watching as I cheated on her with our daughter. I cuckqueened the fat bitch while savoring the fresh and sweet taste of our barely legal daughter. I swirled my tongue around in that delicious snatch.

I tongued her with hunger, wanting to make her cum. She moaned as I did that. She shuddered as I feasted on her with all that I had. She gasped as I tongued her with passion. I flicked through her folds, feasting on her with everything that I had.

“Daddy! Daddy!” gasped my bimbo-daughter. “Ooh, ooh, that’s better than my teachers!”

“Because he’s a man your stupid mother didn’t appreciate,” Dr. Lavender cooed.

My wife huffed indignantly.

“I appreciate you, Daddy!” My daughter’s big titties jiggled over me. “Oh, oh, so much! That’s so good! You’re the best, Daddy! The best!”

I growled into her cunt, my tongue flicking through her folds. I feasted on her, enjoying every second of feasting on her. She had such a wonderful snatch. That sweet pussy was delicious. I wanted to make her cum so badly. I gripped her ass. Tight. Firm. Ripe and young, unlike my wife’s flabby rump.

That bitch nagged me, but my daughter…

My daughter had a sweet snatch. I feasted on her, devouring every bit of her cunt. I stroked through her folds. My cock was so hard. I was so ready to fuck her so hard. I wanted to bury my dick into her, but not yet. I had to enjoy her. I licked to her clit.

“Ooh, ooh, Daddy!” she gasped. “Thank you, Daddy! That feels so good. Ooh, what are you doing to me?”

“Licking your clit,” I growled.

“That’s what it’s called?” She giggled as I tongued her, making her big boobies bounce. “Ooh, ooh, that’s so good. I love it!”

I suckle do her bud. I nursed on her, swirling my tongue around her clit. She gasped out again. Her hand gripped the back of my head. My fingers gripped her rump. I loved squeezing that firm, young ass. I owned this ass.

This pussy.

I growled and suckled on her clit. She whimpered, her bleached-blonde hair flying. Her shaved snatch on her face, pussy cream running down my chin. I licked her bud. She squealed in delight, her gasps echoing through the air.

“Oh, oh, that’s so good, Daddy!” she moaned. “Ooh, ooh, I love you, Daddy! I love you so much!”

Her pussy juices gushed out of her cunt.

She drowned me in her cunt cream. I felt my wife glaring at me. That just made this even more amazing. I licked at her cunt. I stroked my daughter’s folds, gathering up that wonderful juices. She tasted so good to me. It was wild to have her passion spilling down my chin.

It was a wonderful thing to feast on her. My cock ached so much. The therapist walked around us, purring in delight. My daughter squealed out her passion as she trembled. I kneaded her rump, savoring this delight.

“Daddy! Daddy!” she gasped. “Ooh, ooh, Daddy!”

I loved the way that she cried out for me. It was a beautiful thing. I enjoyed the flavor. I stroked my tongue through her folds, gathering up the wonderful cream. She trembled, smearing her twat across my face. She whimpered, her boobs heaving.

“Daddy,” she whimpered.

“Mmm, want to repay him?” purred the therapist.

“Of course I do! I love my daddy! I’ll do anything for him!” My daughter bounced in place as I licked my lips.

“On your knees,” the therapist said, putting her hands on my daughter’s shoulders.

“Ooh, I have to suck his cock!” My daughter beamed at me. “I’m so good at that!”

She dropped to her knees before me, grabbed the base of my cock, and engulfed my dick in a heartbeat. I groaned at that. She suckled hard on me. I shuddered here, savoring the way her tongue stroked around my dick. It was an incredible moment.

Paula worked her lips up and down my cock. I glanced at my wife. She had her arms folded before her, glaring at me. I grinned at her, loving that she was watching our daughter doing her job. It felt so good to have that mouth sucking on me.

Dr. Lavender watched on. She was in her chair again, her legs crossed, her breasts rising and falling in her blouse. Had she undone another button? I swear I could see more of her tits now. They were nice. Just great tits.

“What are you doing, Mr. Brewster?” the therapist asked.

“Getting an amazing blowjob,” I said. “Damn, Paula, you’re good.”

She beamed up at me, smiling around my cock. Her tongue stroked around my dick. It was just so good. I groaned as she nursed on me. It was amazing. No nagging. No begging berated. Just being rewarded for what I did.

“That’s your bimbo-daughter,” said the therapist. “She’s a fucktoy. Treat her like one.”

I blinked.

“Be a fucking man, and face-fuck her.” Dr. Lavender shuddered. “Make her choke on that dick. She’s a whore. She wants to be treated like a thing. She’s your property.”

“That’s disgusting,” my wife hissed. “She’s your daughter! Stop this! Right now, Aaron!”

“Shut the fuck up,” I growled, so pissed at her. “You should be on your fucking knees! Every fucking time I came home from work, you should have been ready to gobble my cock and make me feel appreciated, but our daughter…”

I gripped the sides of my daughter’s head and pumped away at her mouth. I buried my cock to the back of her throat and pulled back. Paula suckled hard on cock as I did it. She moaned, her blue eyes sparkling with joy.

“She knows her place,” I growled.

My wife just huffed again while I enjoyed that sucking.

I pumped my hips, burying the tip of my dick to the back of my daughter’s throat over and over again. She suckled and slurped on me. She suckled on me with that passion. She knew what she was doing. She made me feel amazing.

I groaned each time I thrust into my daughter’s mouth. She nursed on me with that passion. She was so good at it. She was a skilled cock-lover. My nuts swayed as I glanced up at the therapist who shook her head.

I frowned at her.

“Fuck that cock down her throat,” Dr. Lavender said. “She’s a whore. She wants you to face-fuck her. To bury that big rod down her throat. Make her gag on it. She’ll love it. Then cum on her face. Shower her in your spunk!”

Shit. I wanted to do that. I wanted to face-fuck her. I swallowed and drew back my cock. I buried my dick into her mouth. I hit the back of her throat and didn’t stop. She gagged and gurgled. Her blue eyes bulged, but I didn’t relent.

My wife nagged me, but my daughter would let me use her. I roared out, “Yes!”

I plunged my cock down my daughter’s throat, his balls slapping into her chin. I had all my cock down her gullet. She groaned around my cock. I drew back my rod, drool spilling down her throat. I pulled back and thrust.

I buried into her throat, my nuts slapped into her chin. I grunted, fucking into her again and again. She gurgled and gagged on it as I used her. I savored the texture of her throat. It felt so good to do this to her. She squeezed her eyes shut, tears at the corner.

“That’s it,” Dr. Lavender purred. “The little whore loves it. Her pussy is dripping.” She thrust out her foot, her show off, and rubbed her nylon-clad toes into my daughter’s cunt.

Paula gurgled around my cock as the therapist rubbed against her twat. She pulled her foot back, the dark stockings gleaming with juices. Dr. Lavender smiled at me, her thighs rubbing together. Her nipples were so hard.

She undid another one, her breasts almost all the way in view.

I grinned at her, fucking my cock down my daughter’s throat. I savored that wonderful sensation. My balls smacked into her chin again and again. I fucked harder into her. I thrust away at her. It was so good to do this to her.

The pressure built and built at the tip of my cock. I loved it. I hurtled toward that moment when I would cum. I had to jizz on her face. Paula would look so hot dripping in my spunk. I could not wait to erupt onto her features.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I growled as I buried down my daughter’s throat. My nuts tightened. I was so close. “Yes!”

I ripped my cock out of my daughter’s throat and mouth. She gasped as I erupted.

Pleasure slammed through my body as I painted my daughter’s face in cum. I soaked her in my spunk. It was so good to do this to her. To coat her in my spunk. The pleasure shot through me. So much pleasure shot through me.

I grunted, savoring every second of basting her features. She opened her mouth, catching my spunk on her tongue. I soaked her in my pearly jizz. The pleasure shot through me as I used my daughter a complete whore.

It was so incredible to do this to her. I hosed her down, enjoying every second of it. “Fuck!”

“Daddy!” my daughter squealed.

I dumped all my spunk on her, leaving her dripping in cum. She moaned in delight and immediately started scooping up my jizz with their fingers and popping them into her mouth. She suckled them clean, moaning in delight.

“Ooh, ooh, your cum is so goody, Daddy!” she moaned. “No cap! I love being your whore!”

She scooped up more of the spunk, loving it. The therapist nodded, undoing another button. Her tits were fully exposed. Heavy with dark-red nipples. She squirmed in her chair as I had to fuck my daughter hard.

I slapped my cock against my daughter’s face and growled, “On your back!”

“Yes, Daddy!” she said and fell down on her.

“Ooh, yes,” Dr. Lavender cooed. “That was good. You’re getting it.”

I dropped to my knees and gripped her hips. I nuzzled my cock into my daughter’s snatch. She smiled up at me. I loved that sight. I groaned and thrust into her cunt. She gasped as I did that. Her back arched as I sank into her silky depths.

Her big boobs jiggled as I savored being in her incestuous cunt. I had crossed that taboo line. I could breed her. Knock up my daughter. That made my cock ache so much. I drew back my dick, my daughter grinning at me with my seed coating her face.

“Daddy!” she gasped. “I love you, Daddy! You’re the best!”

I grinned at her as I pumped away at her cunt, her boobs jiggling. I glanced at my wife. She just glowered at me. I grinned as I buried deep and hard into my daughter’s snatch. She clamped down on me, making me feel incredible.

I slammed to the hilt in her again and again. I loved it. Her tits quivering more. The rods threaded through her nipples gleamed. I loved it. I pumped deep and hard into my twat. I fucked her with such force, enjoying how she clamped down on me.

“Ooh, ooh, Daddy!” she moaned.

“How can you fuck that whore and not slap those titties?” Dr. Lavender asked. “Or abuse those pierced nipples. She’s a whore!”

“Such a whore, Daddy!” my daughter squealed as I fucked into her cunt. Her nuts slapped into her taint.

I groaned and smacked my daughter’s tit. Not hard, but there was this wonderful sound it made. This stinging, fleshy sound made my dick so hard as I fucked into her cunt hard. I plowed into her snatch’s depths.

She gasped, her cunt gripping my cock. She trembled as I buried into her with force. I enjoyed every second of it. She tossed her head as I slapped her tit again. It jiggled from the force. I loved it. I hit her other boob.

SMACK!

“Daddy!” she moaned, her boob bouncing.

SMACK!

“Yes, yes, yes, Daddy!”

I drummed back and forth between her breasts.

SMACK! SMACK!

Her boobs grew red from my slaps, the sound echoing through the air.

SMACK! SMACK!

She squealed with delight as I slapped her right tit and then her left, making them both jiggle.

SMACK! SMACK!

“Oh, oh, Daddy!” she whimpered, her face twisting in delight.

“That’s so disgusting,” my wife muttered.

“Good thing you’ll be at work while I’m fucking our daughter!” I grunted, slamming Paula’s cunt. “Shit, that’s good!”

SMACK! SMACK!

My daughter’s tits had a rosy glow on the side that was so exciting. Her nipples were so hard, each pierced by the silver barbells. I gripped the rods and twisted them around. She gasped as I abused both her nipples. I let go.

Her piercings flipped back around.

She whimpered as I twisted them all the way around and let them spin like propellers, the silver flashing. Her pussy gripped my dick. She clamped down on my cock as I played with those piercings, twerking them left and then right. Back and forth.

“Daddy! Daddy!” my daughter whimpered, her head tossing. Her cum-smeared face twisted with delight. “I’m going to cum!”

“That’s right,” I growled. “You’re going to cum like a whore on my big dick!”

“Uh-huh, Daddy!” she moaned.

“Because you’re my whore,” I growled and twisted both her nipples around twice. She gasped, her pussy squeezing down on me. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy!” she howled, her face twisting from the pain. “Oh, oh, I love it!”

I released her nipples. They spun around, silver flashing. She squealed out in delight as I buried to the hilt in her cunt. Her twat spasmed around my dick. It felt so good to have her cumming like that. I pumped away at her cunt.

“If I cum in your pussy, I’ll breed you,” I groaned.

“Breed me, Daddy!” she howled.

“Dirty whore!” I growled and spat on her face. Right on her lips.

She licked it up as I buried into her cunt. I erupted. My jizz spurted into her fertile twat. My eighteen-year-old daughter squealed as her incestuous pussy milked dick. My seed pumped into her twat, my balls twitching against her taint.

“Mmm, yes,” groaned Dr. Lavender. She threw her legs over her chair, her skirt riding down her thighs revealing her shaved pussy. She rubbed at her cunt, watching us.

I dumped more and more blasts of my cum into my daughter’s snatch. I twisted her nipples as I growled. My daughter squealed, her pussy spasming around my cock with even more force. It was an incredible delight.

It was the best thing in the world. I groaned through every second of her cunt. She made me feel incredible. I loved it so much. She gasped out in delight as I dumped my load into her twat. She groaned in passion as I filled her to the brim.

“Shit!” I growled and released her piercings.

They spun as she whimpered, “Daddy!”

I erupted one last time into her pussy. Dr. Lavender purred, pulling her fingers from her cunt. She arched an eyebrow at me as she suckled her juices off her digits. She was challenging me. I had another hole to break in and…

I grinned, ripping my cock out of my daughter. I was so eager for this. “Slut, go lick the therapist’s pussy while I fuck that tight ass!”

“Yes, Daddy!” she squealed and rolled over onto her hands and knees. She crawled toward the therapist.

“That’s how a wife should act,” said Dr. Lavender. “So easy to obey. That’s why you’re fat and miserable and going out to work.”

“Yep,” I said. “Five days a week. Maybe overtime on the weekend. You got to support your family.”

“Yes, Mommy!” Paula squealed.

My wife just sat dejected, her head bowed and tears in her eyes.

I turned back, Paula’s tight rump wiggling at me. My cum ran down her thigh. She buried her face into the therapist’s pussy. My slut-daughter licked, making the therapist moan. She trembled there, her face twisting in delight.

I slapped my wet cock down on my daughter’s rump. She had such a tight ass. Spankable, too. I slid my cock across her rump and found her crack. I delved down into the crevice and smiled as I found her anal ring. I gripped her hips and thrust.

“Daddy!” my daughter moaned. “Ooh, ooh, my first ass-fucking!”

I smiled at that, glad to take one of my daughter’s cherries. Her asshole stretched and stretched. I had never enjoyed this delight. I was so eager to slide into her bowels. She moaned into the therapist’s pussy as her anal ring stretched open wider.

I popped into my daughter’s asshole. It was so good to have her anal sheath wrapped around me. It was so good to sink into her. Her bowels felt incredible around my cock. This velvety heat engulfed me as I went deeper and deeper into her.

I groaned as I savored every inch of her bowels around my cock. She whimpered into the therapist’s pussy. Dr. Lavender groaned, her big boobs jiggling. She slid her fingers through my daughter’s bleached-blonde tresses.

“That’s it, slut,” she groaned. “Your mouth exists to make your daddy happy!”

“Yes, Dr. Lavender!” Paula squealed.

I loved it. I bottomed out in her asshole, savoring her tight bowels around me. I drew back my cock. She clamped her anal sheath back down on me. I groaned, enjoying that heat so much. I slammed back into my daughter’s velvety hole.

I fucked her bowels hard strokes. Her butt-cheeks jiggled from the impact. I loved it. I pumped away at her anal sheath, reveling in that velvety heat. The incestuous thrill of butt-fucking my daughter built in me.

“Shit!” I growled and drew back my cock.

CRACK!

I spanked her ass and slammed back into her asshole.

“Daddy!” she squealed as I pulled my rod back.

CRACK!

“Yes, yes, Daddy!” she moaned into the therapist’s pussy.

“That’s it,” Dr. Lavender cooed. “Use your daughter!”

CRACK!

I grinned at the therapist as I fucked my daughter’s asshole hard. I plowed into her over and over again. I loved the feel of her squeezing her bowels down on me. She felt incredible. I fucked her hard and fast. I enjoyed every second of it.

This was so good. She clamped down on me. It was a beautiful thing to pound her asshole. I fucked her so hard. I buried into her with everything that I had. She moaned, her asshole squeezing down on me. She held me tight.

“Daddy!” she gasped.

“Yes!” I growled.

I savored fucking her bowels with all that I had while spanking her ass.

CRACK!

Her cute rump grew red. I loved that cherry glow as I slammed into her bowels.

CRACK!

I spanked her right cheek.

CRACK!

And her left.

CRACK!

She tongued the therapist’s pussy as I fucked her asshole hard. I loved every second of burying into my daughter’s bowels. My little girl clamped her anal sheath down on me. She loved it. She was such a good whore.

I thrust into her again and again. I pounded her with all that I had. I wanted to make her cum. I ached to hear her squeal out her delight. It would be so good to bury into her. She gripped my rod with that hot flesh.

CRACK!

“Yes!” I growled. “Goddamn, that’s good!”

“Daddy!” she moaned.

I slapped her ass one last time then gripped her hips. I fucked her hard. Fast.

“Oh, yes,” the therapist moaned. “That’s it. I’m going to drown your little girl with my pussy cream. She’s such a good pussy licker!”

“Good,” I growled, slamming into her asshole. “We’ll have to come back every week as a family.”

My wife groaned as my daughter squealed her delight. The therapist nodded, grinning. Then she gasped, her back arching. My daughter was making her pussy feel amazing. That was perfect. I buried into that tight asshole, my nuts tightening.

I churned up my daughter’s taboo ass, my crotch smacking her reddened rump. She moaned, feasting on the therapist’s cunt. I loved it. I had never had a threesome, but now I had my fucktoy daughter.

“That’s it, you fucking whore!” I growled. “You’ll bring over your bimbo friends for me to fuck, too!”

“Yes, Daddy!” she gasped.

I savored every stroke into her asshole. I buried to the hilt in her anal sheath. I plowed to the hilt in her asshole with force. She massaged me with her velvety bowels. The need to cum swelled in my nuts as they slapped into her taint.

The therapist trembled in her chair. She tossed her head as she quivered there. She looked like she was about to blow. I loved the sight of her trembling toward her orgasm. I wanted to hear her cum so badly. To just burst in delight.

“That’s it, slut,” Dr. Lavender moaned. “I… Yes!”

The whore bucked as her orgasm swept through her. She drowned my daughter in pussy cream. Paula squealed, her asshole clamping down hard on my dick. She held me with that wonderful flesh. I shuddered, burying to the hilt in her asshole again and again.

“Daddy!” my little girl gasped. Her anal sheath spasmed around me. “Cum in me!”

I groaned as her asshole writhed around my cock. She felt incredible. I grunted, pumping away at her. She suckled at me as she feasted on that delicious asshole. I drew back my cock, at her red, spankable ass.

CRACK!

“Daddy!” she gasped, the stinging sound echoing through the air.

I buried back into her anal sheath and erupted.

I flooded my little girl’s asshole with my spunk. The pleasure shot through me. It felt so incredible to dump my load into her. I loved every second of it. She rippled around my dick. She suckled on me with that hot flesh.

“Shit!” I groaned as I dumped my load into her bowels. “That’s it!”

“It is, Daddy!” she moaned. “Oh, oh, Daddy!”

I savored the heat of this moment. Stars flashed across my vision. I panted, savoring the way her asshole rippled around my cock. I smiled from ear to ear as I dumped all my spunk into her flesh. It was incredible.

“Fuck, yes,” I groaned as I dumped the last of my cum into her asshole.

“I love you, Daddy!” my little girl moaned. She ripped her asshole off my cock, spun around, and threw her arms around my neck.

She kissed me, her lips soaked in the therapist’s pussy lips. My little girl kissed me with such passion. I groaned, making out with her. She felt so wonderful in my arms. This new life would be great. I would fix up the house. Do all those things my wife wanted while she worked.

And my little girl would take care of me. It would be perfect.

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Dr. Brenda Lavender

I smiled as I rose. Things had gone so well, but…

“Mmm, let me suck that cock clean, Mr. Brewster,” I groaned. “You should only have your daughter do it if there’s no other option. It’s hotter when another woman sucks your dick clean of her asshole.”

He smiled at me and his daughter giggled.

I dropped to my knees, my tits jiggling. I opened my mouth wide and swallowed his cock. The sour flavor of her asshole filled my taste buds. I swirled my tongue around him. He groaned as I did that. It was so good.

I swirled my tongue around his cock, buffing off the sour flavor of her asshole. He groaned as I did that. It was so good to blow him with passion. I worked my mouth up and down his cock. I suckled on him with all that I had.

He savored what I did to him. I loved that.

“Damn,” he groaned.

I worked my mouth up and down his cock, the earthy musk of his daughter’s ass fading. I savored it for as long as I could, loving the incest that they were able to enjoy. I polished his pole, sucking with all my might.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Shit, shit, just like that.”

“Suck him clean,” his daughter squealed.

I did.

I loved his cock.

The salty flavor of his precum grew and grew. I slobbered on his cock. I suckled on him as he groaned. His face twisted in delight as I knew he built and built toward that moment when he would cum. I could not wait for that passion to spurt into my mouth.

It would be perfect.

My tongue danced around his cock. I pleasured him with all that I had. My pussy burned as I worked my lips up and down his cock. He groaned, his face twisting with pleasure. He was close to bursting.

“Yes!” he growled and erupted.

His salty cum spurted into my mouth. I gulped it down, savoring that delight. His daughter trembled nearby, nodding her head. His wife watched on, looking so humiliated. She let herself become a fat pig.

She deserved this.

No, she doesn’t, that voice whispered in the back of my mind.

I ignored it like I ignored the man watching. I gulped down all that spunk firing from Mr. Brewster’s cock. I groaned, loving the taste of his cum. I savored every last bit of jizz flowing down my throat.

He filled my belly with his spunk, erupting one last time.

I popped my mouth off his cock and said, “You’ll be working for a friend of mine. Keep books in a warehouse. You’ll be running around that place and sweating the pounds off your ass. Who knows, if you get it tight enough, your husband might even fuck you once in a while.”

The wife just nodded, her cheeks stained in tears.

“All you had to be was a loving woman like your daughter,” I said as I rose, “and you’d still get to stay at home. It doesn’t take much to make a man happy. Respect him. Thank him for his sacrifices. Suck his dick with enthusiasm. So many women fail as wives. Well, good thing they have daughters.”

“Yes!” Paula squealed, taking her daddy’s arm.

I was glad that I helped another family. And they would be back next week. I was certain I would have my cunt stuffed with that big dick. I couldn’t wait.

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T. Ropex

“That lived up to my expectations,” I said.

“Good,” the Ai said. “Well, one more before the day is over?”

“Absolutely!”

To be continued…

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