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Story Codes: Male/Female, Male/Teen female, Mind Control, Incest, Hot Wife, Oral Sex, Virgin

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Dean Michaels

I pulled my SUV into the garage a changed man.

It worked!

My mind-control device worked. I had used it at the park, controlling hundreds of people. Most I just made disinterested. They didn’t care what was going on while I had my perverted fun. Receiving a blowjob from a beautiful woman while watching a pair of twins stripping, then fucking said twins and taking both their cherries, before ending up with a threesome with the blowjob woman and her teenage daughter.

It was incredible to enjoy girls the ages of my daughters. I craved to fuck both of my daughters. To share their flesh with my wife. It wasn’t a fantasy I could ever reveal to Kimmie. My wife was a bit of a kink in the bed, a playful and flirty woman, but she wasn’t that naughty.

If she ever thought I really wanted to fuck our daughters…

I grabbed the gallon of milk off the floor before the passenger seat and threw open my door, glancing at the device. The laptop was closed, disconnected from the nearly dead device. It was a modified pair of speakers, the kind you could dock your phone to. It put out a broadcast signal that controlled people’s mind. Ultrahigh frequency sounds that you couldn’t hear but that still affected your brain. It was quite versatile. I was a tinker. An engineer. I built it over the last year.

It worked. Twice.

I left it in the car. I’d have to sneak it out. I didn’t want my wife wondering why I’d brought my laptop with me given my cover story. I swallowed and then I headed out of the garage and into the house.

My wife was in the kitchen working on dinner. She glanced up from the stove where she was frying breaded chicken. It sizzled on the oil. Kimmie flashed me a smile. She was a petite woman, easily mistaken for someone younger than thirty-nine. When we first met, she was often mistaken for a schoolgirl. Her green eyes sparkled while freckles danced around her cheeks. She wore her red hair held back by a kerchief tied around her head.

“Fish biting?” she asked me.

“Naw,” I said and held up the milk. “Just some relaxing.”

“Perfect timing,” she said. “Thank you, honey.”

I smiled at her, feeling a twinge of guilt. I’d never cheated on her until today. I’d had sex with several teenagers and that sexy woman. I opened the fridge and threw it in before heading over to her and giving her a quick kiss on the lips, my hand sliding down her back to rest on her jeans-clad ass.

“Miss me?” she asked, giving me a glance. “If your daughter sees you grabbing my ass, she—”

“Daddy!” squealed said daughter.

June darted in. My baby girl, fourteen and even smaller than her mother, darted up. Her brown hair, gathered in a pair of adorable pigtails, flew behind her as she rushed at me. I pulled my hand from her mother’s ass moments before my youngest threw her arms around me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I felt June’s nubile body pressed tight against me. The soft swell of tits that made my dick harden. Especially now that I’d enjoyed those two fourteen-year-old twins, not to mention that virgin at the grocery store while I was milk shopping.

“Did you catch any big fish?” she asked, bouncing up and down.”

“You’re not getting out of fried chicken for dinner,” Kimmie said.

“Sorry, Junebug, you’re old man struck out,” I lied, my cock swelling towards its full girth.
She sighed and gave me an annoyed look. “I was counting on you, Daddy! Now we have to

eat chicken!”

“I’ll make it up to you,” I promised her. Tonight, once I had the mind-control device smuggled out of the garage and back in my basement workshop, I’d love her. It would be beautiful. I just needed to plug the device into the house’s power. Then the battery wouldn’t run out.

Of course, there was the problem of the house’s power. I wanted to have a permanent device in the house, one that was always broadcasting. Always making sure that my family was modified to my perverted delights.

They’d be happy. I’d see to it.

“And where is our eldest?” I asked my wife as June still clung to me.

Kimmie glanced at me then her eyes flicked to our daughter. “Honey, let your father breathe. You have no idea what you’re doing to him.”

“He’s breathing fine,” June muttered and broke away, her cheeks scarlet.

“Mmm, he is, but…” Kimmie’s eyes darted down to my crotch then back up. My cheeks warmed as her smile turned naughty. “He’s an old man. You have to be delicate.”

“Daddy’s not old,” June said. “Well, not that old.”

“No, he’s not,” Kimmie said, amusement in her tone.

June leaned against the fridge while my wife went back to the chicken. She turned them over. It looked like we were having dinner soon. “Junebug, go set the table.”

“Sure, Daddy,” she said and darted for the shelf with the plates. She opened it and grabbed out a stack and darted for the next room.

“Did our daughter get you hard?” asked Kimmie. “When she hugged you tight.”

“No,” I said, not looking at her. “Squeezing your ass did that.”

Her smile grew pleased. “You’re a bad liar. Do I need to dress up like a schoolgirl again to keep you from sneaking down the halls.”

I stared at my wife with panic.

She burst into laughter. “Oh, god, Dean, you look like a deer in headlights. I know you wouldn’t do that. But you can’t help it that June’s growing up. She might develop a body, unlike your flat-chested wife.”

“You have nice boobs,” I said.

“Nice?”

“Amazing boobs,” I said, pressing in behind her and rubbing my cock into her ass. My hands went around her, sliding up to—

June burst back in and darted to the silverware drawer. I froze as she wrenched it opened and pulled out the cutlery. Then she darted back to the dining room without saying a word. My heart pounded as I broke away from my wife.

“Why did we have kids again?” my wife asked.

“Because you wanted bigger boobs?”

She shot me a pointed look, her spatula moving across the frying pan.

I just gave her an innocent smile. “Speaking of kids, where is Dusk.”

Dusk was our eldest. It wasn’t her real name, which was Eve. Eve became Evening became Dusk. She was seventeen and way past that “daddy’s little girl” phase in her life that June still miraculously possessed. Dusk had all the moodiness of a hormonal teenage girl.

“She’s having dinner at the neighbor’s house.”

“Oh?” I struggled to think who that might be. Her friend on the block had moved away two years ago. “Who?”

“The Reynolds. She’s sweet on their son.”

“That little punk,” I growled, my mood souring. “I don’t trust that boy.”

“Brett’s harmless,” my wife said.

“I know eighteen-year-old boys. That’s not a term to describe them.”

My wife shrugged. “She’s seventeen. She can’t stay your little girl forever.”

She absolutely could. I had to do something about this. The pressure on, my mind leaped into action. I marched out into the garage, saying, “I need to get something for my workshop.”

“Don’t start tinkering. Dinner’s five minutes away!”

I stepped into the garage. My gaze darted around and I spotted an old duffel bag atop a box. I ripped it out and opened the passenger door of my car. I pressed the laptop and mind-control device into there and zipped it up.

I hefted it with care, not wanting to shift them around and break them. I marched out of the garage. My wife hardly glanced at me. She was checking on something in the oven. I caught a whiff of cheese and potatoes. Potatoes au gratin to go with the chicken.

I swept past her. In the living room, my daughter was stretched across the couch watching one of those Disney channel teen shows. I frowned at the sight of a girl getting ketchup dumped on her feet while she squealed in disgust. Her bare toes flexed before the camera.

What the fuck was that?

I vanished down the stairs into the basement and headed for my workstation. My Dusk couldn’t be over that Reynolds boy. He was a punk. He once knocked off my mailbox, and half the streets, with his baseball bat when he was ten or so. He’d broken the Millers’ window while hitting baseballs with the same bat, set off fireworks that scared the Donaldsons’ cat so bad it never went outdoors again. And now my daughter was sweet on him?

I opened my laptop after plugging both devices into their power supplies. I ran the program on the computer that controlled the mind-control device. I waited for it to load. Once it did, it showed a Google map image once the GPS identified where we were. Then it started populating it with dots, each one with a unique, six-digit hexadecimal code. They were people, picked up by the electric rhythm of their hearts.

Three dots appeared at my house. Then they started appearing in the neighbors. Some were out in their lawns, others in their houses. One dot seemed to drift down the street and vanished out of range: two hundred yards.

The Reynolds house was in that sphere. One dot appeared.

Just one? I thought she was having dinner there and…

One dot, but there were two hexadecimal codes. G554ED and B30428. They were on top of each other. So close, the GPS couldn’t place them discreetly apart. My stomach sank as I tried not to imagine why they were so close together.

“Fuck,” I muttered. My forehead broke out in a sweat. My stomach curdled. I had to think. I had to act quickly. I had no idea which one of the tags was my daughter and which one was the bastard doing god knew what to my little girl.

Kissing her… Groping her… Doing…

“Fuck!” I snarled.

What sort of command could I give? I needed my daughter back here, but without knowing which dot was hers, how could I type that command into the device. I needed to do an experiment, a test to figure…

No, I didn’t. I just had to give them both a simple command.

I began typing: B30428,G554ED; head to your home’s kitchen, open the refrigerator, and pull out a beverage.

I hit enter.

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Eve “Dusk” Michael

I kissed Brett with hunger, pinned down on his couch. His tongue danced through my mouth. I shuddered, the shaggy-hair boy so cute. I’d noticed him since we were kids, but I had never attracted his attention until a few days. My hands ran over his back, feeling his strength. He’d gotten buff the last few years, and rebellious.

I loved those ear expanders.

His hand slipped up beneath my blouse. My heart fluttered at his touch. He went higher and higher, caressing my skin. This was it. Tonight, I was going to lose my virginity. He cupped my breast through my bra. He squeezed and kneaded my tit. My nipple throbbed.

Delightful tingles raced down to my pussy. I groaned as his tongue danced through my mouth. He pinched my nipple through my bra. I whimpered and squirmed beneath him, loving his weight atop me. That was sexy. I didn’t know why, but it felt so right having a guy atop me and…

I needed to get a drink.

Brett ripped his lips off of me. “Damn, I’m thirsty. You thirsty?”

“Yeah,” I said. I had to get home and get a drink out of the fridge. “Real thirsty.”

He pulled his hand from beneath my blouse and rolled off of me. He stood up and headed for the kitchen. I shuddered then kicked off the couch. I really needed to get home and get that drink. It was only a few houses away. I looked around and spotted my jeans on the floor.

I couldn’t go out in my panties. I grabbed them and pulled them on. The fridge in his kitchen creaked open. “Want a beer. My old man won’t notice. He’s got so many in here.”

“No,” I said. “I have to get a diet coke. We got them at my house.”

“Your house?”

I had my jeans on and headed for the door where my shoes awaited. He appeared and cracked open a can of Miller Lite. It hissed and frothed. He sipped at it as he stared at me. I reached the door and slipped into my flats.

“Wait, are you really leaving to get a diet coke?”

“Well, yeah,” I said, shoes on. I opened the door.

He hurried across the living room and grabbed my arm as I stepped outside. “You can’t leave. Things were just getting good.”

“But I have to get home and get a drink,” I whimpered, feeling it in my mind. “Let go, Brett.”

“No, I got a diet coke in the fridge. Come on.”

He pulled me into the house. I couldn’t have that. A wild panic shot through me. My hand flew out and cracked into the side of his cheek. He flinched back in shock, his brown hair swaying. He let go of me, this look of hurt shock on his face.

“Sorry!” I shouted and then darted out the door at a full run.

I darted down the street, confused why I needed a drink from my house when there was a good diet coke back at his house. I could drink it. We could get down and have fun with each other. I was looking forward to losing my cherry to him and…

And…

Why did I want to lose my cherry to him? He was such a boring guy. No, not a guy, he was a boy. So young. I should have a man. That was who I should want. That thought rippled through me as I ran past the Millers house and then the Murphys. Then I was running up the driveway to my house. I swept to the front door, burst inside, and headed straight for the kitchen.

“Dusk?” Mom said as I entered. She was setting fried chicken onto a platter. “I thought you were having dinner with the Reynolds.”

“That got boring,” I said, panting from my run. “Made some extra for me?”

“I always make too much, honey,” she said, smiling.

“Good.” I opened the fridge and pulled out a diet coke. I cracked the can and took a sip. I sighed in relief. It felt good to satisfy that little itch in my mind. I closed it and then smiled when Dad emerged into the kitchen.

“Perfect timing,” Mom said. “I was afraid I would have to drag you from the basement. And look who came home.”

“Guess we know who the better cook is between you and Mrs. Reynolds,” Dad said.

“Yeah,” I said, flushing slightly. I didn’t precisely tell Mom that Brett’s parents wouldn’t be home, but I didn’t contradict her when she assumed that. “Definitely Mom. Smells great.”

On an impulse, I darted to Dad and kissed him on the cheek.

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Dean Michaels

I smiled as my eldest daughter broke away, her strawberry-blonde hair swaying about her face. She wore a tight baby doll t-shirt that hugged the round curves of her body. She took after my side of the family, her face similar to my sister’s, but she had my wife’s green eyes. The glasses she wore gave her this naughty schoolgirl quality.

The type who could study all night and learn so much.

Of course, she wasn’t that great of a student, but she did look cute with her glasses on.

My wife shoved the casserole dish at me, the cheesy smell filling my mouth and making me hungry. Then I headed to the dining room. The TV in the living room turned off and June appeared in the dining room as I entered.

We sat down to eat, saying a quick grace, holding both my daughter’s hands. As I dug in, I thought about my home system. I wanted a permanent one in the house. It would be localized just to the property, the right commands to make the house perfect. I wanted to test things. To make sure that things were perfect before things got naughty.

I’d have to buy a universal power supply. A good one that could provide a few hours of backup power. And if there was a prolonged blackout, a generator. I’d been thinking of getting one. We had bad winter storms. Have a few days fuel stockpiled just in case. Then I thought about the routines I’d want to run. How I’d want everyone to behave while home. If they left the house, they’d need to forget about things. Not think about them.

That shouldn’t be hard.

What about visitors? A routine that would automatically run a script on people who came up to the house. Have them not care about certain things. Nudity. Sex. Any slips about incest. My cock throbbed all through dinner.

“That was great, honey,” I said when I finished.

“He’s going to vanish into his workshop, girls,” my wife said, amusement in her tone.

“Yep, Daddy’s got that ‘I’m going to invent thingies’ look in his eyes,” June said. “Still working on that study device so Dusk can get good grades.”

“I get fine grades,” Dusk muttered, her loose, strawberry-blonde hair falling down her head.

“They could be better,” my wife said. “You going to take this device to your school and help out your students?”

I taught high school science.

“I planned on installing one in my classroom if it works out the way I hope,” I said casually. I picked up my plate. “Girls, don’t leave a mess for your mother to clean up.”

“Okay, Daddy,” June said.

“Okay, Daddy,” mocked Dusk in a squeaky voice.

June glared at her and then stomped out carrying her plate and glasses. My wife rolled her eyes. I smiled and headed to the kitchen. June was already washing her plate. She glanced at me and offered to take my dishes. I gave her a kiss on the cheek as a reward while wanting to press up against her body and fuck her hard.

I practically fled to the basement.

Without the UPS installed, I didn’t want to trust running any heavy commands. The last thing I needed was for something to go wrong and the system to turn off in the middle of screwing my daughter and have her freak out on me. I sat down at the laptop and then something else occurred to me.

I had to disable windows updates. Those damned things would restart my laptop, and it controlled the machine. Those always came at the worst time. I took care of that, then pulled out a notepad and started working out the parameters for a new protocol.

The pigtail protocol.

Protocols were macros that set the machine to run a specific script so I didn’t have to type up all the commands. It was fairly simple: a girl would style her hair in pigtails until ready for bed, at which point they would undo them. They could also undo them to wash their hair and comb their hair. A lot of commands, but that was the point of the macro.

Female; pigtail protocol

I hit enter. Then I set about figuring out the permanent commands. This was just a test, to see how the system held up over the long term. Nothing major, but my perverted thoughts were working through my plans. How I wanted my women to dress. To act. To feel. I wanted them to enjoy this. I didn’t want to change my daughters, just shift those hormones towards their ol’ man while making sure my wife didn’t mind. She was a flirty woman.

She would make things interesting.

I had my list worked out and programmed a few more macros that I was excited to try out after the pigtail test. I smiled. After an hour of work, I stretched and headed upstairs. I heard giggles coming from the living room. I peeked in to see my daughters watching one of those teen girl dystopian films. Was it the Hunger Games or Divergent? No idea.

Both had their hair in pigtails. Dusk looked cute with her strawberry-blonde hair gathered in those twin falls of hair that splashed down on her shoulders. My dick twitched at how adorable she looked with them.

“Hey there,” said my wife as she walked by. She paused, letting me admire her red hair in pigtails. “Like?”

I grinned at her. Those made her appear even younger. Especially with that coquettish look in her eyes. She wiggled back and forth, the t-shirt she wore fitting tight to her torso, her small breasts looking nice and perky, her nipples hardening.

“Yes, I do,” I said.

She winked at me. “Don’t stay up late in your workshop.”

How could I say no to that?

I had all my work done. I tried to read a book for a bit while my daughters and wife watched the movie. I kept thinking such wicked thoughts. I wanted to just employ the device and control my daughters. To do some naughty things with them, but…

I was paranoid. Sure it worked with strangers, people who didn’t know who I was, but if anything went wrong here, I was risking my family. I didn’t want to hurt Kimmie, Dusk, or June. I wanted us to just be a loving family. I ached for it.

I could control my lusts.

My eyes kept flicking to June’s bare, coltish legs. She sat cross-legged on the couch watching the movie with delight, her brown pigtails swaying about her face. She looked so much like her mother did at that age. Cute. Precocious. Her innocence made me want to violate her.

Dusk had her legs thrust off the couch, smooth and sexy. Her jean shorts hugged her crotch. Her babydoll t-shirt showed off her round breasts, largest in the house. Perky C-cups begging to be played with by her old man. The glasses and the pigtails only added to her naughty look. She was on the verge of getting wild.

And my wife… Kimmie sat relaxed, at her ease, but looking cute, too. She kept glancing over me and winking at me. She had something naughty planned tonight. Her legs were as smooth and toned as Dusk’s, though her shorts weren’t as tight. My wife kept absently stroking across her chest, circling her nipples.

Making my blood boil.

“I think I’m going to get ready for bed,” she said when the movie ended, tired of teasing me. “It’s getting late for your ol’ mom.”

“Sure,” said June. “Let’s watch Catching Fire next.”

Dusk shrugged. “Ugh, that boring Brett keeps bugging me.”

I smiled. That protocol was still running. It seemed harmless. I put it in after I saw her dot moving home.

“He’s so skeezy,” June said, wrinkling her nose.

My wife rose and sauntered out of the room. I swallowed and said, “I had a long day fishing. You girls don’t stay up all night. We have church in the morning.”

Dusk rolled her eyes but kept playing on her phone. June smiled at me. So adorable.

When I reached our bedroom, my wife was in our private bathroom. I slipped down to my boxers, my cock aching, and slid onto the bed and continued reading. I was struggling to get into this new Tad Williams novel, the sequel to a series I’d read in high school being continued after all these years later. It was good, but my wife had my blood on fire, and my daughters danced through my thoughts.

I couldn’t get into it.

The door opened and I groaned. She came out wearing a pleated, tartan skirt that hardly covered her pussy. It was a naughty outfit she liked to wear. With it came a tight, white blouse that stretched over her torso and molded to her little titties. It had a collar like a schoolgirl’s blouse and a fake coat of arms over her left breast for “Slut Academy.” Her red hair swayed in her pigtails as she sauntered to the bed.

“Daddy, I had a nightmare,” she whimpered. “Can your Junebug sleep with you?”

My jaw dropped.

“Well, Daddy?” my wife purred. She flicked off the light. In the dark, she and my daughter could be twins. “I’m scared.”

“Sure, Junebug,” I croaked. What was my wife up to? She liked to tease me about our daughters making me hard, but this? Incest roleplay…? It was insane. Why would she want to do this? My heart pounded as she slipped onto the bed, her pigtails swaying.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she moaned. She crawled to me, her eyes shining in the dim light leaking through beneath our bedroom door from the hallway light. She snuggled up against me. Her left leg slid over my body, her thigh sliding down my stomach until she was right over my hardon. “I get so scared at night. Hold me tight.”

“Yeah,” I groaned. “Sure thing, Junebug.”

My hand slid down her back to her ass. I gripped her there, pulling my wife closer to me. She rubbed those breasts into my side, titties firm through her thin blouse. She nuzzled against me, her lips on mine.

“I always feel so safe in your arms, Daddy,” she purred, massaging my hardon with her leg. She rubbed my cock in slow circles.

“I’m glad,” I groaned, my hand squeezing into her rump.

“You always take care of me, and I want to help you out.” She bit her lip. “When I hugged you in the kitchen, I felt your thingy get hard.”

“My cock, Junebug?” I croaked.

“Yes, yes, your cock,” she moaned. “And you’re hard right now. Do I turn you on, Daddy? Are you a dirty, perverted, old man who gets turned on by his young, nubile, fourteen-year-old daughter?”

“Jesus,” I groaned, my blood on fire. My hand gripped her rump tight through her skirt.

She kept massaging me with her leg, my dick throbbing. “Huh, Daddy? Say it. Say that my underage and nubile body turns you on because you’re such a perv.”

What was my wife playing out? Was this a trap?

“It makes me so wet,” she continued. “My naughty pussy gets all wet and tingly, and I don’t know what to do about it? But, Daddy, do you?”

“Maybe,” I groaned.

“Because you’re a dirty perv that gets hard from your underage daughter?”

“Yes.” My heart pounded hard in my chest.

“I’m not wearing any panties. Can you help me out? I’m so itchy down there. What can you do to help me, Daddy?”

My hands slid down her rump to the hem of her skirt. I reached past it, sliding down the bottom swell of her naked ass to her taint. To her shaved pussy lips. I stroked my wife’s cunt, struggling to remember this wasn’t my Junebug. I stroked up and down her slit.

“See, see, Daddy,” she moaned. “You do that to me. You make me so wet. Please, please, help me. I don’t know what to do when I get like this.”

“Your Daddy does,” I croaked. “You have to sit on my face.”

“That will help?” she gasped. “If I sit on your face, what will that do for me?”

“Sit on my face and find out,” I groaned, my dick twitching and throbbing.“Trust me, Junebug, your ol’ man knows how to take care of naughty, underage pussies.”

“Yes!” squealed my wife. “Oh, Daddy, I knew you were such a perfect perv!”

She rose up from me. She moved fast. She straddled my head. I caught a glimpse of her staring down at me and then her skirt covered my head. Her hot pussy lips planted on my face. Shaved bald, girlish smooth. My wife’s tart musk filled my mouth. I flicked my tongue out, licking and lapping through her folds.

She gasped in utter delight. She squirmed on me. She ground her cunt on my hungry mouth. My tongue flicked out through her folds, feasting on this wonderful pussy. My dick throbbed as she rubbed her twat from side to side on my mouth, coating me in her pussy cream.

I drank those juices.

“Daddy!” she squealed as I thrust my tongue into her cunt. “Oh, Daddy! Daddy! What are you doing to my pussy?”

“Loving it, Junebug!” I groaned and plunged my tongue back into her twat.

I swirled around inside of her, teasing her. She shuddered. Her moans echoed through the bedroom. They were just so delicious. Such a wicked treat to hear. My heart pounded in my chest. This wonderful heat swelled through me. My dick twitched and throbbed in my boxers as she whimpered.

Her juices filled my mouth. She was so wet. So turned on. I grabbed her thighs, holding them tight. The quad muscles flexed as she stirred her cunt around on my tongue. My heart pounded in my chest. The blood pumped hot through my veins as I feasted on her tart delight.

“Daddy! Daddy!” she gasped, her skirt rustling around my face. “Oh, Daddy, you’re making me feel so naughty.”

“Good,” I groaned. I flicked my tongue through her plump vulva and brushed her clit.

“Oh, Daddy, yes!” she squealed. I circled her little bud, teasing it. “You’re building this wicked delight inside of me, Daddy! I don’t know what it is.”

“An orgasm,” I growled. “That’s your orgasm building, honey!”

“Oh, Daddy, yes, yes!” she moaned. “I want to have my first orgasm. I want to stop feeling so hot and itchy! Teach me how to cum, Daddy!”

“Yes, Junebug!”

I loved this. I sucked on her clit. She moaned, her voice so girlish. She slid her hips from side to side, grinding her twat on my face. This wild heat swept through me from my aching balls. I wanted to be in her. To fuck my daug… my wife hard.

I nursed on her clit. I swirled my tongue against it. Her moans grew louder. The bed creaked. I nibbled on that bud. I caressed it with my tongue. I delighted in her tart juices coating my lips and chin as she smeared her hot cunt across my mouth.

“Daddy!” she gasped. “I love you, Daddy!”

Her pussy juices gushed out of her cunt.

Her orgasmic moans echoed through the bedroom. I plunged my tongue into her snatch. I savored the taste of her tart passion. She bathed my face. Drowned me in her pleasure. I reveled in it. My tongue fluttered up and down her folds.

The bed creaked. Her skirt rustled. She bucked atop me as she shuddered through her orgasmic rapture. Her silky thighs flexed beneath my touch. I loved the taste of her. The fantasy of this. My dick throbbed.

“Oh, Daddy, that was great!” she whimpered. “But what about you? What can I do for you?”

“You can…” I shuddered. “You can sit on my cock. You can ride me. Like a cowgirl.”

“Reeeeallly?” she said in shock. “People do that?”

“Uh-huh, Junebug,” I groaned. “Just slide down my body and you pull out my cock from my boxers. Then just bring me to your pussy. Slide down on it and then ride up and down. That’ll make your daddy feel amazing.”

“Okay, Daddy!” she squealed in girlish excitement. “I love you so much. I’ll make you feel so good.”

“I know you will,” I croaked.

She worked her way back down my body, her skirt sliding off my face, leaving me drenched in her tart cream. I stared up at her dark figure. She’d taken off the blouse, her tits naked and perky. Little A cups topped by hard nipples. In the dark, they were little more than shadows thrusting hard from her quivering mounds. Her pigtails danced, her eyes bright and shiny.

“Junebug,” I groaned as she straddled my crotch. She shoved down my boxers and gasped when my cock popped out. She grabbed me in her hand.

“Oh, Daddy, you’re so big.” Her delicate touch stroked me. “Will this really fit in me?”

“You know I’d never hurt you, Junebug,” I panted. “I love you. You’ll stretch. Pussies are made for cocks. Their daddies’ cocks.”

“I trust you, Daddy!”

I shuddered as she brought me to her pussy with expert skill. Hot, shaved pussy lips nuzzled into the tip. Then I groaned as she sank down my throbbing shaft. That tight, hot, juicy twat slid further and further down my shaft. She engulfed inch after inch of my dick.

I growled out in pleasure. My heart raced as the bliss rushed through me. It was incredible. I loved every moment of her engulfing inch after inch of my dick. My heart beat so fast. It thundered in my chest as her snatch swallowed my cock.

“Daddy, Daddy! You’re in me!”

“Yes, Junebug!” I groaned, my hands grabbing her hips. “Now just slide up and down. You can do it, honey.”

“Okay, Daddy!” she moaned, her pussy squeezing around my cock.

Then she rose up me. I gasped at the heat. The pleasure. The pressure of her pussy caressing me. It was incredible. This amazing, wicked, naughty delight. My blood blazed inside of me. My heart thundered as she worked her hips from side to side, caressing me with silky heaven.

She slid up and down my cock. She massaged me. Teased me. Pleased me. The pleasure was intense. It rippled through my body. I groaned as her pussy massaged me. That delicious cunt drove me wild. My dick twitched and throbbed in her snatch. The pleasure raced through my body with every heartbeat.

My nuts drank in the silky sensations.

My hands slid up from her smooth sides to her small breasts. I cupped them, massaged them. She gasped as I rubbed my palms into her hard nipples. Her pigtails danced around her head. Her hips swiveled from side to side, caressing my cock.

“Daddy!” she whimpered. “Your cock feels so good in my pussy! This is what I want! Why I’m always rubbing against you! Hugging you! I understand, Daddy! I just wanted your cock in me!”

“Yes, Junebug!” I moaned. “I want that, too. You feel amazing. We’re finally making love.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped, slamming her pussy down my cock. “Daddy!”

My orgasm hurtled towards me. She felt so amazing. I couldn’t last long in her. The fantasy was too much. This incestuous roleplay melted my balls. My cock throbbed and ached inside of her juicy cunt. She rotated her hips from side to side. She teased me.

I whimpered, at her mercy. My cock ached and throbbed. My hands massaged her small tits. Firm, perky. Pigtails danced around her shoulders. Her girlish moans echoed through the room, rising over the creak of the mattress.

“Daddy!” she whimpered. “Oh, Daddy, it’s building up in me!” She leaned over me, changing how her silky cunt massaged my dick. The bottom of my cock’s crown rubbed into her snatch with more force “Oh, yes, yes, yes! Daddy! Please, please, Daddy! I’m going to cum on your cock! Don’t stop playing with my nipples.”

I pinched them. Tweaked them. Her pussy clenched around me.

“Yes!” she moaned, her voice so throaty. Her pigtails flew about her. “Daddy!”

She slammed down my cock. Her pussy went wild about my dick. She spasmed. Convulsed. Her silky flesh spasmed around my shaft. She sucked at me. My balls twitched. I groaned, the pressure rising up to the tip of my cock.

“Cum in me, Daddy!” she moaned. “Cum in my underage pussy! Oh, be a big, pervy daddy! Cum in me!”

“Yes, Junebug!”

I erupted.

My passion exploded out of me. I fired blast after blast of my jizz into my wife’s cunt. The pleasure surged through me. I growled and bucked on the bed. Sparks burst before my eyes. My fingers pinched her nipples as her spasming cunt writhed around my cock.

She milked me. She worked out the cum in my balls. My jizz spurted into her hot cunt. Her girlish moans mixed with my grunts. I bucked and shuddered on the bed. I thrust up into her, bouncing her spasming pussy up my cock and back down it.

“Fuck!” I groaned as I unleashed that last blast in her, my blood turning into euphoric bliss. It pumped through my body, making every bit of me tingle. “Oh, fuck, Junebug.”

“Oh, Daddy,” she moaned, leaning over me. “Mmm, such a dirty, dirty old man.”

“Yeah,” I groaned. “Jesus, Kimmie. Our daughter.”

“You loved it,” she said. “Mmm, she makes you hard, doesn’t she?”

“Fuck, you know she does.”

“Whenever you get that ache, why, I’ll slip into my little outfit and take care of you.” Her voice rose in pitch as she added, “Your Junebug loves you, Daddy.”

“Shit,” I groaned and kissed her.

My wife was wild, but it was clear she didn’t want me fucking our daughter, just taking care of my lusts. But once the mind-control device was in full swing, things would be amazing. My dick twitched and throbbed in her pussy as we made out for a few minutes.

Then she rolled off of me and panted.

She headed to the bathroom to clean up while I lay there struggling to think. I wanted my daughters. I fought the urge to grab my spare laptop I had in here. I could summon June or Dusk to my bed. I could make love to my daughter… It was such a temptation. What if something went wrong?

I needed to make sure but… but… I wanted one of my daughters to love me.

Kimmie returned from the bathroom, her hair loose. She was naked. She slipped into bed beside me, kissed me, and soon was asleep. I stared at the ceiling fighting temptation, my cock hard despite the wild sex.

What if there was a way that wouldn’t look bad for me… Something… Shit! It was perfect.

I surrendered to my lusts.

I grabbed the laptop. Opened the program. The mind-control device was on the WiFi network. I typed in my password and the screen came up. I could see the four dots in the house. I knew who they all were now.

I stared at my eldest daughter’s tag. G554ED.

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Eve “Dusk” Michaels

I felt suddenly so horny. This wicked urge to sneak upstairs and suck Daddy’s cock filled me. I glanced at my sister. She had fallen asleep in the middle of Catching Fire. I bit my lip. There was nothing wrong with incest, right? I mean… Daddy was a stud.

So much better than Brett.

I could just suck his cock and experience him cumming in my mouth. That would be hot. I rose from the couch and sauntered from the living room, letting the movie play. The 75th Annual Hunger Games were just about to start. The music was pulsing, beating to the frantic beat of my horny pussy. My cunt ached.

I headed upstairs, taking the steps two at a time. I dashed into my bedroom to rip off my baby doll t-shirt, my pigtails swaying. I popped off my bra, round tits jiggling out. Then I wiggled out of my shorts and panties. My tart musk rose through my nose. I whimpered and slipped out naked. I padded down the hall to my parents’ room.

This was so bad. Something wicked.

I cracked the door open and found my parents asleep, lit by the bluish glow from Daddy’s open laptop sitting on the nightstand. He must have been working on his project. I crept forward and groaned. They were both naked. The air had a musky smell.

They had just had sex.

I shuddered, my eyes falling on Daddy’s cock. He was hard. He did need me. I crawled onto the bed and licked my lips. I would suck Daddy’s dick better than I had ever done Brett’s or Tony’s or even Isaacs’s. I would make Daddy cum so hard.

Licking my lips, I slipped onto the bed between his thighs. My pigtails—my new favorite hairstyle—dangled before me. The ends brushed his thighs. I grabbed his cock and shuddered. He was sticky with Mom’s juices.

That made this even naughtier. Double the incest. I glanced at Mom. She had such a peaceful look on her face. Wicked thoughts burned through my mind. All the kinky things we could be doing as our family.

Incest was so right.

I licked up Daddy’s cock. I dragged my tongue up to the tip. Mom tasted just like me. Tart and yummy. I wiggled my hips, my pussy juices dribbling down my thighs, and licked again. And again. I bathed the upper half of his cock with my tongue, cleaning up all of Mom’s cream. It was so good. I whimpered and groaned.

Then I flicked my tongue around the crown of his dick. I swirled and danced, precum leaking out of the slit at the tip. I dug my tongue into it, loving the salty flavor. I wanted to make him cum so badly. He was my sexy daddy.

I pressed my lips against his tip.

They slid over him.

Engulfed him.

I had my daddy’s cock in my mouth. This wicked thrill rippled out of my naughty cunt. His wet heat built and built between my thighs as I sucked. My cheeks hollowed. I formed such a powerful suction with my lips sealed about his shaft.

He groaned, shifting in sleep.

This was so naughty. I was giving him pleasure and he had no idea. I bobbed my head, worshiping my daddy’s cock. I would make him feel incredible. I danced my tongue around his crown. I teased him. Loved him. Nursed and sucked on him.

My pussy clenched each time I did, aching for him to be in me. That would come, but first I had to make him explode. I had to drink down all his salty cum. Just the idea of it made me so juicy. I sucked and slurped with hunger, making such wicked and wanton sounds.

I was such a naughty daughter.

I loved my daddy’s cock.

I swiped my tongue around his crown.

His precum tasted so delicious.

Drool ran over my chin. I bobbed my head faster and faster. He groaned and shifted, twisting in sleep as I loved his cock. My virgin pussy grew so hot. I wanted to touch myself, but I held off. I savored the anticipation.

I knew I was losing my cherry today. Just not to that boring Brett. To my daddy.

His cock twitched and throbbed. He groaned again. I sucked with all my might. His chest rose and fell. His body twitched and spasmed. I loved it. I was making him feel so good. I took as much of his dick as I could in my mouth and then rose back up his shaft. I sucked the entire time.
His cock erupted.

Spurt after spurt of incestuous cum flooded my mouth. I squealed in delight at the salty flavor bursting across my mouth. It was delicious. A wonderful and invigorating treat. I whimpered and moaned, drinking down blast after blast of his jizz.

His eyes fluttered. They opened. “Dusk!”

He knew I was pleasing him. Loving him. I sucked so hard on him. I loved his cock. I gulped down all his cum. All that wonderful and delightful jizz. I swallowed every last drop of him. My cheeks hollowed, sucking out all the spunk from his balls.

“Shit, yes, Dusk,” he groaned, his hands grabbing my pigtails. “I knew you were a good daughter.”

I was. I proved it as I sucked out the last of his cum. Then I ripped my mouth off his cock and moaned, “My pussy is so wet, Daddy.” I didn’t shout it, I kept quiet. Mom was sleeping. “I need you.”

Daddy grinned at me. “I’m always here for my beautiful Dusk.”

To be continued…

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