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Summary: Special Daddy-daughter alone time ends up very special.

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Daddy Daughter Date Days

Jill was devastated by the sudden and unexpected passing of her father. He had lived on the east coast and Jill's immediate family on the west coast, so she hadn't seen him since Christmas... six months ago. They had made plans to fly over and visit him this summer, but alas, he died just two weeks before their scheduled visit. So as it happened, they arrived as originally scheduled, but to attend his funeral... hardly the pleasurable visit they'd been anticipating.

Even after they returned home afterwards, Jill was still devastated, and she therefore resolved to make sure her husband Dan and their only daughter Chelsea reconnected. She also arranged for her recently widowed mother to move nearby, so she wouldn't lose touch with her ever again.

While Chelsea had been a major daddy's girl when she was young, she was now eighteen, a senior in high school dating a college boy, and thus was now so thoroughly grown up that she wanted to spend as little time as possible with either of her 'ancient' parents (who were in their early forties). And Chelsea made it clear that besides, her mother was always wrong about everything, and her dad was way too old-fashioned... as evidenced by his being unhappy with her dating a college boy,

For his part, Dan had started his own business after years of working construction for other bosses, while constantly complaining about how inept they were. The good news was that his business became instantly successful, because of his well-earned reputation as a hard worker and a creative builder. The bad news was that as a result, he now worked ten or twelve hours a day during the week, plus usually working part- or even full-time on Saturdays.

Jill had immediately put her foot down about his working Sundays, although he still had to deal with blueprints and other aspects of his business on the Lord's Day. But at least he was home!

Chelsea was also super busy with school. She was a blonde bombshell with a perfect cheerleader-gymnast body (5'4", 120 pounds, 32c tits; unlike her mother who was slightly taller, slighter heavier, and had massive 38D tits). She excelled in both sports (yes, cheerleading is a sport... anyone who says differently has never even witnessed the physical regime it takes to excel in the Cirque du Soleil-like tumbling routines it incorporates these days). She also maintained high grades, and was being offered triple-threat scholarships for her cheerleading, her gymnastics and her academics), was dating her college boyfriend, was volunteering at an old folks home (which had begun as a resumé builder, but had soon become something she really enjoyed doing, and which had even piqued her interest in nursing as a career), and of course she loved spending time with her friends. Thus, spending time with her parents, who as has been said were respectively wrongheaded and old-fashioned, couldn't possibly fit into her busy schedule.

Yet the death of her grandfather had come as a shock to Chelsea too, so when her mother suggested a weekly dad and daughter date day, she got the point and agreed. She had always idolized her father when she was younger (all the way until when he had ridiculously attempted to stop her from dating Cody, her college boyfriend)... all her friends drooled over her dad, and teased her about how they would fuck him in a New York minute if given the chance... and she knew Beth and Jenny weren't just saying that, they both actually would if the opportunity arose (like her, they both liked their men older... but her dad would be really angry if he discovered she had already fucked two men his own age).

Chelsea had discovered by accident a few months ago, while using her father's laptop for some research, that he had a thing for girls in pantyhose. She had found a large stash of online porn videos he had squirreled away, and pretty much all of them featured girls in nylons. This shouldn't have surprised her... as her mom wore nylons pretty much every day... but it had. Not the nylons so much, but learning that her dad was such a major pervert. Yet her discoveries also, much to her surprise, turned her on a bit, as she wondered if her father ever perved out about her, since she too often wore nylons (not every day, but a couple days a week, as she had discovered early on the power of nylons over both men and women... especially older men).

Chelsea liked them so much that she insisted, as head cheerleader in her senior year, to have the entire cheerleading squad wear them with their outfits. There was a brief protest from a couple of her peers, but they were shot down once Chelsea gave them a look: one of a few showstoppers she had in her repertoire. This one portrayed loud and clear: are you actually questioning me? (She also had a seductive look in her arsenal that made both boys and girls melt, and a pouty one that got her out of trouble in almost every situation... except with her mother, who also had at her disposal a similar arsenal of irresistible looks.)

So unknowingly, Jill was setting up her husband for the most temptation-laden series of experiences in his life... a series that over time would revolutionize their family's dynamics.

Weekly Date 1... A Picnic

Jill put together a huge feast for the first daughter-dad Date Day, and she sent them off for a picnic at the beach (all of it her own idea).

It was a crazy hot day, and Chelsea ended up sitting on a towel eating her lunch, while wearing a bikini that showcased every asset of her body: her legs, her ass, her tits, her tan, and her athletically toned body.

Dan was also dressed to the effect of unknowingly showcasing his assets in just a pair of shorts, his shirt having come off when it began sticking to his body: his chiseled chest, and his well-defined arms. (He didn't work out, but being a hands-on building contractor, he hardly needed to.)

Dan couldn't help but notice that his little girl had become a woman.

Chelsea couldn't help but admire her dad's body. He's not aging decrepitly like I'd thought, he's strikingly mature-looking.

They chatted about a variety of topics, including: the importance of them both giving plenty of attention and time to Jill (who still wasn't taking her father's death well), agreeing they should hold a special family night for all three of them at least once a month, Chelsea's fall college possibilities (she had a dozen schools offering full-ride scholarships she needed to choose between), plus many trivial subjects, including why Dan should pay for an online subscription to Disney Plus for their family... to which he agreed.

It was a most pleasant day, with each of them returning happy they had shared it with each other.

Weekly Date 2... Dress Shopping

"Seriously?" Dan asked.

"Why not?" Jill asked back.

"Because I have no idea what a suitable prom dress these days would even look like," Dan pointed out the obvious.

"Tell you what," Jill said, trying to avoid going herself, as she didn't want to get into numerous arguments with her daughter. She was feeling a bit gun shy, since that had happened consistently during the last few times they had gone shopping together. "You go with her, and see how it goes. Then if after an hour or two you feel a weekend with my mother would be more fun, then text me and I'll come save you."

"Fine," Dan said, trying to use the term in the way it was typically used against him... to express he'd do it, but he wasn't overly pleased about it.

"It'll be fun," Jill said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Sure it will. You owe me," Dan said.

"I could use a little sausage action tonight," Jill smiled.

They hadn't had any sex since learning Jill's father had passed, so Dan's eyes went wide. "Really?! How about right now?"

"Nope. First you need to fulfill your task," she said, before adding as she squeezed his cock through his pants, "but after you do, maybe I'll even let you have some backdoor action. "

"Oh fuck," Dan groaned, rather overwhelmed; both because the only hand touching his cock for the past two months had been his own, and backdoor action was usually reserved only for very special occasions like a birthday, anniversary or when she was really drunk.

Chelsea was walking around the corner into the kitchen, but she stopped just in time, as she heard her mother shock the shit out of her.

"Get your daughter the prom dress she wants, and you can pound my ass tonight," her mother was saying, rubbing her father's cock for a moment. Chelsea saw, almost interrupting them.

Chelsea thought about saying something and embarrassing the shit out of her mother, she certainly would have done so a couple months ago. Yet these days she was trying hard to be nice, so she resisted, and instead she backed herself out of sight, and eavesdropped instead.

"Consider it done," Dan said, his cock raging.

"Consider what done?" Chelsea asked, thinking this an opportune time to walk into the kitchen.

"I'm taking you shopping for your prom dress," Dan rallied and said.

"That's what we're doing for our dad and daughter date today?" Chelsea asked, even though she had clearly heard that it was.

"Well, that and ice cream," Dan said.

"What am I, six?"

"First, no one is ever too old to go for ice cream," Dan said. "And second, stop pretending you don't want to go for ice cream."

"Well, after hours of shopping, I'll likely need a treat," Chelsea smiled, actually loving ice cream, and recalling fondly how her dad had always taken her out for ice cream to cheer her up or to celebrate something, back when she was younger.

"Hours?" Dan gasped.

"Actually, we should get going right away," Chelsea said. "The five hours we still have today may not even be enough time. I'll go change, and we can take off."

"Five hours?" Dan gulped, as Chelsea hurried off to her room.

"Have fun," Jill laughed all sing-song, knowing Dan was in for an excruciating experience (kind of like hers the first time she let Dan fuck her ass... at least until she got used to it, and was soon ending up coming without even having her pussy touched). Truth was, Dan had been amazing to her during her emotional breakdown, and he deserved a good fucking... shit, she deserved a good fucking, too.

Chelsea climbed out of her jeans and into a sundress, and she put on beige pantyhose for two reasons. One: because beige pantyhose went with almost any dress and she planned to wear pantyhose to prom; two: because she wanted to see how her dad reacted as she sauntered around, posing teasingly for him in pantyhose.

She came downstairs and Dan noticed she was in nylons. He asked, "A little dressed up for dress shopping, no?"

"No," Chelsea explained. "I'll need to see what the dresses look like with pantyhose."

"Well, of course," Dan said, actually admitting that was a great thought. He loved pantyhose, and he'd indeed noticed his daughter had started wearing them more often this year... especially in her cheerleading outfit... he was hoping this was a sign that pantyhose were making a comeback, as they were recently as tough to find as a needle in a haystack.

"Let's go, Daddy," she said, using the term 'Daddy' instead of 'Dad' for the first time in years... although she had no idea why.

"I can't wait," Dan said, shaking his head, even as he couldn't help but glance at his daughter's legs in shiny pantyhose. It was going to be a long day.

The next three hours felt like a whirlwind for both of them. For Chelsea, since she tried on over thirty dresses and had winnowed them down to three. She also enjoyed, way more than a considerate daughter should, making his father suffer. First, by making him hold her purse; a task considered by many to be far from manly. Second, by asking his opinion on each and every dress, knowing full well he felt inadequate to offer them; the sedate dresses because he was unfamiliar with current styles, and the racy ones because he didn't think he should be looking at his daughter that way. Third, by knowing she was teasing him relentlessly by walking around on the soft carpet with her nylon-clad feet... she didn't know why, but seeing her dad checking out her legs and feet all day, which should have dismayed her, instead turned her on.

Dan, from his viewpoint, had suffered a raging hard-on for the three hours straight... actually longer, since it hadn't gone down since the moment his wife had promised to let him ass fuck her later on. Yet seeing his daughter wearing his favorite colour of nylons (something his wife had only worn once in the past two months, for the funeral), walking around without heels so he could admire her beautiful red-painted toenails glistening through the sheer nylon had him wallowing in an eroticized mess.

Dan in part blamed his horniness on his wife's promise, his lengthy drought, and his uncontrollable fetish for nylons, especially nylon-clad feet and toes, but mainly he was completely turned on by his daughter. The three hours flew by, but also seemed like forever (flew by because he enjoyed seeing his daughter in all those sexy dresses and pantyhose, and forever because his cock was begging for attention).

In the end Chelsea chose a beautiful red gown, with which the beige nylons worked perfectly.

They went out for ice cream, Chelsea giddy with excitement at finding the perfect dress, and from her enjoyment of teasing her father so relentlessly... even more fun than teasing her teacher Mr. Russo, who obviously wanted to fuck her, and another teacher Mrs. Walker, who was definitely a lesbian... even if she didn't know it yet.

Dan was thrilled his daughter was so happy... she had looked radiant in the red dress, no longer looking like his little girl, but a grown woman. A very hot and sexy grown woman! Yet at the ice cream shop she returned to her sweet girlish side, although still looking sexy in nylons, as he glanced more than once down at her sheer legs, which were keeping his dick hard.

That night Jill kept her word, and after giving her an orgasm orally, the way she came the best (oddly she came only from oral or anal, never from vaginal), he pounded her asshole, and as he pulled out and was about to erupt all over her face (she didn't like the aftermath of cum in her ass), it was his sexy daughter who popped into his head to send him over the top.

As he lay in bed, having experienced the best sex he'd had in a long time, he wondered if it was because it had been so long, or because he'd been so completely turned on by his daughter all day.

Weekly Date 3... A Museum

Chelsea suggested the museum because she had to do some research for a History paper, and she knew her dad loved museums. She of course wore a fun sundress and nylons, with open-toed heels and freshly-coated pink toenails, that matched her sundress.

It was a fun day, with Dan adjusting himself slyly on a few occasions as he continued being unable to resist staring at his daughter's nylon-clad legs, and as he was driven nuts, as she dangled her heel from her foot throughout their time having ice cream sundaes.

Weekly Date 4... Broadway

Chelsea realized, after thinking of her father the last three times she had fucked her boyfriend, and every time she pleasured herself, and even the two times nerd Eleanor had gone down on her in the locker room, that she had developed a crush on her father.

Not just a crush... no... she actually wanted to fuck her father. So she resolved to amp up her game while they attended the Broadway play Chicago.

She of course wore a dress, a gorgeous gold one she had bought (well, that she had selected and her parents had bought) a couple months ago for a wedding, and instead of pantyhose, a brand new pair of mocha-coloured thigh highs. It was a style she had never worn before, or had even known existed before sneaking back onto her dad's computer while her parents were spending a bridge night with friends, and she had the leisure to go through her dad's porn with more focus. She discovered a lot of interesting things about her dad, including:

-that he had a thing for nylon-clad foot jobs (or even just for nylon feet rubbing through a pair of pants until the guy came)... often where the guy was humiliated by getting off from his mom or sister (which made her wonder if he had ever seriously considered i****t... she knew he got hard from looking at her legs in nylons, but that didn't mean he'd be into i****t with actual touching... yet these videos and other things she found in his computer hinted that he was indeed).

-that her dad had a thing for younger girls, as the majority of the videos were of younger girls (of legal age of course), always wearing nylons of some sort.

-that her dad had a thing for lesbian hypnosis videos, where a college girl would use her nylon-clad feet to hypnotize her oblivious male or female professor (the vids were really fucking hot, and she imagined herself doing that very pleasurably to Mrs. Walker).

-that her dad also read a lot of erotica, and although it ranged widely in its theme and plot... there were quite a few i****t stories included (mostly mom and son, or dad and daughter... not enough to convince her he was thinking of fucking her like she was him, but enough to make the possibility likely.

It was while they were at a fancy restaurant before the play (you can't get all dressed up and go to the Los Angeles version of Broadway (which was s**ttered all over town), and not first go to a vastly overpriced restaurant for ridiculously small portions, that soon led to overpaying for tiny snacks during the intermission of whatever production), that Chelsea began her sly seduction. She asked, "Looking forward to two hours of watching leggy women in sexy pantyhose?"

"Pardon?" Dan asked, hearing the question but completely taken aback by it.

"I know you have a nylon fetish," she smiled meaningfully.

"I don't," he denied, not at all believably, having admired his daughter's nylon-clad feet ever so briefly before they left the house, as he was rock hard from seeing her look so amazing in a gold dress and mocha nylons.

"It's okay," Chelsea smiled warmly, the same way she did when flirting with a boy. "That's why I picked this play to see with you."

"Because the girls wear nylons?" Dan asked, already confused by the conversation.

"I'll go to any musical," Chelsea said, loving them ever since she'd seen Rent while visiting New York, "but I figured this would be the only way to get you to go see one with me."

"Well, this is my first musical with or without nylons," Dan nodded, having avoided them at all costs his whole life. He then added, "But I'll do anything for you."

"Be careful what you promise, Daddy," Chelsea warned, using the term Daddy for the first time since she couldn't even remember when, "'anything' can be a dangerous choice of words."

Dan laughed, as he couldn't help but imagine the things he'd like to do with her that she couldn't conceivably imagine doing with him, "I'll keep that in mind."

"For example," she said, feeling brazen, yet not ready to overtly go over the top, "I don't wear heels too often, and my feet are already killing me."

"I don't either," Dan joked.

"So since you're willing to do 'anything' for me," the sexy daughter slyly said using air quotes, as she slipped out of her heels under the table, "You might give me a foot massage." She then moved her feet to her dad's lap.
Dan was surprised by his daughter's words, and even more so by his daughter's feet suddenly landing in his lap. "Well, you really took advantage of my offer," he smiled, as he couldn't help but moving his hands to his daughter's nylon-clad feet.

"I usually get what I want," she said playfully, as she felt her dad's strong hands on her foot.

"Like mother, like daughter," he laughed, as he massaged his daughter's sheer stocking foot... his cock hardening in his pants.

"Do you think I look like Mom?" she asked.

"You're a perfect facsimile; just somewhat younger," he said, seeing an awful lot of his beautiful wife in his daughter.

Before she started dating her current boyfriend, Chelsea had read a couple of stories about cuckqueans, and had even fulfilled the role of a cupcake by fucking a lawyer while his meek wife watched. It really turned her on to see the woman accept that she was younger, prettier, and more desirable. She hadn't thought that about her mother at all, she still appeared very pretty and loving, but suddenly the idea of cuckqueaning her mother popped into her head. "Was Mom hot when she was my age?" Chelsea asked, knowing she was putting her dad in an awkward no-win situation. If he replied yes, he'd be implying his daughter was hotter than his wife was; but if he replied no, he'd sound like an asshole.

Dan was so horny as he rubbed his daughter's nylon-clad feet and immediately realized the trap his daughter had accidentally set (he assumed it was accidental, although he couldn't be sure, as she was acting a little strange... almost with seductive intent). Dan avoided using the word hot as he answered, "You're just as beautiful as your mother has ever been."

"So... you're saying I'm hot?" Chelsea repeated the question with a sly smile.

"You really want your father to be calling you hot?" Dan asked, as he moved his hands to her other foot, feeling a little like perhaps he was being seduced.

"Maybe a little," she said coyly.

"Okay then my darling daughter, you're hot," Dan said, feeling a strange rush of adrenaline as he said the words, and then added without even realizing he was about to, "really hot."

"You're pretty hot for an old man, too," she reciprocated with a big smile.

"Thanks," he laughed. "Men love being told they're old."

Chelsea, now not even remotely hiding her intentions, added, "You should; I really like older guys."

Dan had no idea how to answer that. It was becoming obvious his daughter was hitting on him... rather bluntly. Sure, he found her hot... very hot. Sure, he got a hard-on from looking at her legs and feet in nylons. Sure, he read i****t porn and had fantasized many times about fucking his sexy daughter. Yet those were just provocative but taboo fantasies... nothing he ever planned to do anything about. Yet tonight his far-fetched fantasies were being revealed as tempting possibilities.

As the old saying goes, 'you could cut the tension with a knife'... but that pregnant moment, frozen in time as each of them processed the implications of what was transpiring, was interrupted by the waitress arriving with their dinners. Chelsea slyly moved her foot directly onto her dad's crotch, feeling his hard cock, before moving her foot back to the carpet... leaving her dad high and hard.

They both ate their meals in silence. Chelsea was thrilled with the progress she was making. She had teased her dad, pushed the envelope, and hadn't even remotely been rebuffed. Her dad was about to prove himself putty in her hands... just like most of the men she had seduced.

Dan was trying to process what was happening and more importantly, what it meant. Had his daughter deliberately or accidentally grazed his cock with her foot? Had the foot massage been a simple request because her feet hurt, or was it a ploy intended to lead him to something more? Was she flirting with him? Was she thinking about him sexually, just like he was about her? So many questions... so few answers... yet all the implications pointed toward yes. He had never been more confused or excited in his life.

Once dinner was done, Dan asked, "Would you like some dessert?"

"I'd love something creamy," she said, hinting at his cum, although she could mean something innocent.

"Cheesecake?" he asked, the thought she may be hinting at cum popping into his head, although that seemed rather far-fetched... although not as far-fetched as it would have seemed before his daughter's foot had arrived in his lap and stayed there for a brief while to play.

"Sure," she smiled, thinking she had likely pushed this as far as she should for now.

During the show, Chelsea made a point of slyly hiking up her dress enough to offer her dad glimpses of her lace-top stockings, but in the packed theatre, she couldn't do much more without drawing attention that would surely embarrass him.

Dan did indeed notice his daughter was wearing thigh high stockings, and his cock ached throughout the play, both at his seductive temptress of a daughter, in addition to the plethora of women in black pantyhose onstage in the show.

When they arrived home Chelsea got out of the car, walked around it to her dad, leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, "That was a great date, Daddy."

She was so tempted to grab his cock, she was dying to see how big it was, dying to feel it... yet she resisted and left her daddy a horny mess for her mother to deal with.

Weekly Date 5... A Horror Film

So, for daddy-daughter-date-day five, Chelsea suggested going to a movie... in particular a horror film, with plans she thought her dad wouldn't find horrific at all, to continue teasing him, with the ultimate goal of someday soon fucking him.

Chelsea wore a sundress, with a garter-belt and stockings but no other underwear, and once the movie got a little scary, she leaned against her daddy, gripping his thigh with her hand.

Dan was hard as fuck, as his daughter continued driving him nuts in those sexy nylons. He'd been looking forward to this date night with his daughter all week. He knew his hopes were wrong, that they were pathetic; he knew if they came true it would constitute the very worst form of cheating, and yet he couldn't get screwing his daughter out of his head... no matter how hard (the perfect word) he tried. He felt like a horny teenager again, when every cheerleader, although untouchably out of his league, had made his cock ache and he'd been completely obsessed with them. So feeling his cheerleader daughter's hand placed, however innocently, on his leg, had his cock rearing up in a full salute.

Chelsea squeezed his leg when a fake scare happened... you know the kind every horror film has... in a way that seems like the monster is striking from ambush, but it turns out only to be the goddam cat! She leaned into him on a few occasions feigning being scared, and then later on she grabbed his hand and gave it a couple of squeezes during tense moments.

All these actions could be explained rather convincingly as a frightened daughter wishing to feel safe, cuddled against her strong and masterful daddy.

Yet Chelsea, getting more and more brazen within her thrill of the seduction, moved her dad's hand to her nylon-clad leg.

Dan was shocked to suddenly discover his hand resting on his daughter's silky-feeling leg... wondering crazedly if he moved his hand up a couple of inches, whether he would discover thigh high lace tops, or that she was in full pantyhose by this time... except when could she have conceivably found a chance to slip away and change... nevertheless curious minds suffering from impaired logic needed to know. He was paralyzed with indecision and distraction.

His hand was on his daughter's leg... his daughter's sheer nylon-clad leg. If she weren't his daughter, and if he weren't married, his hand would already be under the dress and investigating what type of nylons she was wearing, before advancing his fingers to discover the answers to even more forbidden questions!

He wanted to move his hand back and forth just to feel the sheer nylon... that sensation alone was enough to get him aroused. Some guys succumb to tits, others to asses, others heels... well, he fell prey to the look and feel of sheer hosiery. It was his fetish... his kryptonite.

Chelsea slyly monitored her father. She could tell he was rattled and unsure of himself... of her intentions, and whether she would consider his intentions acceptable.

Dan remained outwardly stoic for a few minutes, resisting the temptation to move his fingers or hand in any direction at all over his daughter's nylons... but he was just a man, so eventually he couldn't resist any longer, and he moved his fingers ever so slowly, to feel the sheer nylon.

"That feels nice, Daddy," Chelsea whispered encouragingly, excited to feel her dad's fingers moving on her leg... her pussy so wet.

Dan was surprised by his daughter's words, but they provided the reassurance he needed to know that everything he was hoping for was true... she was just as interested in him as he was in her. He moved his hands with a little more confidence... back and forth, but not going so far as to slide his hand under her dress.

"Ooooooh," Chelsea gasped, leaning into her dad as a sudden death occurred onscreen, which gave Dan an opportunity to slide his hand ever so slyly (or so he thought) under the dress.

Chelsea smiled at her dad's hesitant actions, knowing he must be suffering from many conflicting emotions whirlpooling through him... but like all men... his lust for girls such as herself overrode everything else.

Dan was no longer watching the movie, and he assumed his daughter's moan was because of him, as he discovered she wasn't wearing pantyhose, nor were they thigh highs... his hot daughter was wearing a garter-belt and stockings... which were without a doubt the sexiest lingerie there possibly was.

Chelsea was so excited. Her pussy juice had leaked out of her and onto the leather chair, since as has been said, she wasn't wearing any panties... just in case things went as well as she had hoped... which was happening now.

Dan was completely captivated by his daughter's nylons, and he pondered moving his hand all the way to the Holy Grail of her pussy... Chelsea sensing what her dad was pondering, so she parted her legs wider... in a slow, but obviously deliberate way.

Dan interpreted the parting correctly as permission, and he moved his hand all the way to her pussy. It was completely unclothed and shaved he discovered... and dripping wet.

Chelsea's entire body trembled with pleasure and excitement that this was finally happening. My dad's fingers are parting my pussy lips!

Dan moved his fingers ever so slowly up and down between the pussy lips for a couple of minutes, and he was about to slide his finger inside her wet pussy, when the movie ended. He assumed the monster had been vanquished in some fashion, but by that point he really hadn't been paying any attention at all. He quickly jerked his hand away as if someone had caught him in the act, and he sat up to look at the screen dazedly as the meaningless credits rolled.

Chelsea closed her legs and felt both a gush of pleasure, but also a rush of disappointment, as Dan slowly came to his senses and couldn't believe what he had just done.

They left the theatre and didn't say a word to each other until they reached home. Chelsea, who had been contemplating during the entire drive how to play this... sensing the guilt consuming her dad... finally said once they were out of the car, "That was a lot of fun, Daddy."

"It was," Dan agreed, trying to act like he hadn't had his finger between his daughter's pussy lips just twenty minutes earlier.

Chelsea smiled, deciding to be as wicked as she could possibly be, "It was almost climactic."

"I'm so sorry," Dan said. "That was so wrong."

"Don't be silly; it felt really right," Chelsea disagreed, leaning in and kissing her dad firmly on the lips.

Dan was stunned. Somehow this seemed more intimate than what he had done earlier. Yet lust controlling logic, after a brief hesitation, he kissed her back.

Chelsea having long learned the power of leaving them wanting more, broke the kiss and said, "Thanks for the date, Daddy. Like I said, I loved every bit of it!"

"S-s-sure," he stammered, as he watched her walk away and adjusted his cock.

Weekly Date 6... A Camping Weekend

It was Friday, and Dan was packing a few things into a backpack before heading out for a weekend camping trip with his daughter (a tradition he had maintained with his dad every year when he was young, but hadn't initiated it with his daughter until his wife suggested it) that his wife said, "The dad daughter date night seems to be a success."

"Yeah," Dan said, feeling pretty guilty for the lust he felt for his daughter, when he had a great and caring wife right here in his bedroom.

"You two seem to have gotten a lot closer," she said, so happy to see Chelsea seeming to be her old self around her father, even if she was still behaving like a bit of a condescending bitch to her mother.

"A little closer every week," Dan said, realizing just how true that was.

"Well, I couldn't be happier about that! Please get as close to her as you can," she said. "She'll be off to college before we know it."

"I'll keep that in mind," he said, amused at how she didn't realize what she was giving her blessing to. This week, Chelsea had left her wet panties on his front seat with a note saying, This is what you do to me. He, of course, smelt them... and then sucked out the wetness... the very fresh wetness... from them. She had also grazed her bum against his crotch a few times, squeezed his cock while her mom was in the room, and rubbed her nylon-clad foot on his cock under the table twice while his wife was obliviously sitting with them.

He wasn't sure how... but he sensed that tomorrow's hike would only advance the taboo line they had already crossed.

So for the first time in six weeks, Chelsea wasn't wearing nylons on a dad daughter date night... although this time it was a dad daughter date day. That said, she brought along a knee-high nylon for an idea she had.

It was only a 30-minute drive, and as soon as they were out of the city, Chelsea said, "I've been looking forward to this all week."

"Me too," Dan said, excited by all her teasing, yet resolving to control himself this time.

"Did you like the present I left you the other day?" she asked, as she reached into her purse.

"It was a little surprising," Dan said, not indicating yes or no, when he should have stated unequivocally how inappropriate it was, right then and there. He needed to nip this misadventure in the bud before it bloomed. Yet he didn't say a word of reproof.

"That isn't an answer, Daddy," Chelsea said, as she slid her right hand into the sheer nylon stocking.

"Okay, I have to admit I liked it," Dan acknowledged, before deciding he needed to stop this before it started, "but it was inappropriate. I'm your father."

"Not exactly; you're my Daddy," she amended as she reached over and squeezed his cock with her nylon-clad hand. "And a Daddy's job is to make his daughter happy."

"Yes, but..." Dan groaned, as he looked down and saw his daughter's hand on his crotch, and encased in nylon.

"But what, Daddy?" she asked, as she slowly rubbed his cock... which was already hard, she noticed. "Is this big sword hard because of me... again?"

"Yes, but..." Dan repeated, his lust again overriding his reason.

"I think Little Danny wants to come out and play," she said in a sexy voice, as she reached her other hand over and unzipped him.

"Chelsea, we shouldn't do this," he protested weakly, not doing anything physically to stop her... instead, just moaning helplessly as she fished out his cock.

"Your baby girl just wants to play, Daddy," she said, as she stroked his hard eight-inch cock.

"Oh, Chelsea," he moaned, having never had a nylon-clad hand job.

"Does this feel good, Daddy?" she asked, slowly stroking his nice fat cock, knowing this monster would really stretch out her pussy, it being thicker and longer than her boyfriend's, and it felt really good and would likely gape her asshole in amazing ways... as, just like her mother (although she didn't know that yet), she loved a dick slamming into her asshole.

"Fuck," he groaned, knowing he wouldn't be able to offer her even token resistance, as he tried to at least keep his eyes on the road.

"Agreed," Chelsea said, as she stroked his cock slowly. "You're so fucking big, Daddy."

"Thanks," he groaned, appreciating the compliment.

"Does Mommy let you fuck her every night with this big cock?" Chelsea asked, loving the tease of reminding her Daddy he was married... as her long-term plan incorporated the further i****t of cuckqueaning her mother.

"Not that often anymore," he answered, throwing his wife under the proverbial bus.

"If we were sharing the same bed, I'd suck this big cock and have it inside me all the time," she said, imagining it inside her mouth, in her pussy, and in her ass.

"Chelsea...´he began, although since he wasn't thinking with the head on his shoulders, any continuation for the sentence eluded him.

"I've sometimes heard Mommy screaming in pleasure," she said, having lingered just outside their bedroom door on a few occasions, "and now I can see why."

"This is wrong," he finally puzzled out a complete sentence.

"Oh, okay," Chelsea said, moving her hand away... not wanting to blow him yet, anyway.

Dan was surprised she had backed away so readily. He was relieved... or he should have felt relieved... yet since he hadn't been relieved (if you get my drift), he wasn't relieved at all.

He drove for the last ten minutes with his cock hardly shrinking at all, although he did put it away with a bit of a struggle before reaching their destination. As he more or less calmed down, he was finally relieved mentally. He knew these sexual interactions were wrong. He knew he couldn't possibly allow them to progress any further. Yet God, did he want to push her head down and have her suck his dick. He wanted to pull over, to bend her over the hood, and to pound her from behind. Fuck, resisting his hot and horny daughter for an entire weekend was going to be the most challenging episode in his life!

Chelsea had never been more excited in her life. The rush of seducing her dad was better than becoming head cheerleader, becoming Valedictorian, or winning State. Like each of those successes already under her belt, she knew she was going to get what she wanted and win first place in this contest as well.

They put up the tent, arranged the sleeping bags in the tent, set up chairs near the firepit, and went for a swim in the suits they'd already been wearing beneath their other clothing: Chelsea in a super sexy bikini, super flattering her every curve, which she flaunted; and Dan shirtless, showcasing his still impressive body as well... tension filling the air.

They had dinner by the campfire, both putting on shirts over their swimwear as the sun went down, and the evening cooled.

Dan kept expecting his daughter to do something forward. Yet she didn't. Which surprised him, relieved him, frustrated him, and provoked in him every other mixed emotion possible.

They were in the tent, in their sleeping bags, when Chelsea finally resumed her seduction of her father. "Daddy, I'm really cold. Can I cuddle with you?"

"Sure, honey," Dan said, wondering where this overture might lead.

"Great," she said, getting out of her sleeping bag and crawling towards her dad's. She was in pajamas, and although they were cute, flannel wasn't conducive to a major seduction.
Dan opened up the sleeping bag as wide as he could, and she slithered inside as they both realized the bag was definitely not roomy enough for two.

Chelsea, the devious seductress she was, made no overt attempt to seduce him at all. Yes, she could feel his cock, his hard cock, resting against her ass, it flinching on a few occasions and serving as subtle reminders that it was there and the impact she was having on him, yet she resisted the temptation and simply enjoyed the warmth, the closeness and the intimacy... having decided that tomorrow she would take his cock in at least two of her holes, if not all three.

Dan's cock wouldn't go down no matter how much he told it to. The fact it had nowhere to go didn't help. He really needed to shoot a load so he could go to sleep and get his dirty, sick, i****tuous thoughts out of his head (both heads, really). Her moving ever so slightly every once in a while, only added to the ache in his loins and to the temptation to do what he really wanted to do to her. Yet he knew he mustn't. He knew it was wrong, but knowing his daughter was willing, as demonstrated by her allowing him to almost finger her in the theatre last week, to kiss him so passionately in the garage afterwards, and even to give him that wickedly teasing but incomplete nylon hand job earlier today, drove his temptation way harder (pun intended). But eventually pure exhaustion hit, and he managed to fall asleep.

The next morning Chelsea didn't take long to relieve her Daddy, and to begin her day devoted to seeing how much sucking and fucking she could do with him.

He was making breakfast when she came out of the tent, and he offered, "Coffee?"

"Yes, please," she said, not really a morning person, and quite a bitch sometimes until she'd ingested some caffeine into her system.

Dan poured his daughter a cup, adding the two sugars he knew she liked, just like he did, and handed it to her.

She asked, as he stood there sipping his coffee, "No cream?"

"You suddenly like cream in your coffee?" he asked, a little surprised, as only his wife put cream in her coffee.

She put the coffee cup down, knelt before her dad and said, "I only like it when it's homemade cream."

"Chelsea," he gasped, having finally accepted that his stopping her in the car had ended their crazy game of will they, won't they.

"What?" she asked, as she tugged at his shorts, that were only held up by an elastic string, "You didn't bring along any store-bought cream, and I need some kind of cream for my coffee."

"Is this thing always hard?" she added playfully, as she squeezed his big fat cock through his silk boxers.

Not stopping her, yet pointing out the obvious, even though their privacy was somewhat protected by groves of trees, "Chelsea, someone could happen by."

"Then they'll be in for a treat, just like me," she smiled, as she pulled his boxers down and took his eight-inch dick in her mouth.

"Oh God, Chelsea," he groaned, shocked and amazed to feel his daughter's lips wrapped around his cock, right out in the open like this.

"You've got such a great cock, Daddy," she purred, as he took it out of her mouth ever so briefly to say those delicious several words.

"Chelsea," he groaned again, as she deep throated his cock impressively, as he was trying to tell her they shouldn't be doing this... or more accurately that she shouldn't be doing this and he shouldn't be allowing it... yet the pleasure was too intense, and he didn't even attempt to say any such words.

"What, Daddy?" she asked, after a few deep, tight-lipped bobs. "Don't you like my doing this?"

"It feels too good," he answered, looking down at her looking back up at him oddly innocently, considering his cock had just been inside her mouth, and she was still stroking it.

"So... moment of truth. Do you want me to continue, Daddy?" she asked, licking his shaft from his balls all the way to his cock head.

"Yes, baby girl," he said, deciding to stop pretending he didn't want this to happen, and to stop pretending he was actually going to stop her at any point. "I have to admit I want to watch you suck your Daddy's big cock."

"Oh yes, Daddy," she purred, loving to hear him say those words, loving to see him give into their mutual lust. She resumed sucking his cock, wanting to hear him moan, wanting to feel his cock pulsing in her mouth and giving her that sweet, full load of cum.

"You've wanted Daddy's cock for some time, haven't you, baby girl?" he asked, reminding them both how taboo this activity was, by referring to himself as 'Daddy' and his daughter as his 'baby girl.'

"Oh yes, Daddy," she agreed lustfully, as she stroked his cock and looked up at her Daddy with her crystal blue eyes. She then asked, loving the dirty i****t talk too, "And has my Daddy been imagining his baby girl sucking his big fat cock?"

"Oh fuck, Chelsea," he groaned, loving the dirty talk spilling from his daughter's mouth. "I've wanted to face fuck those pretty lips for a long time."

"Then face fuck me Daddy," she said, before adding, "and come down my throat, or all over your daughter's pretty face... I want to do whatever you want, Daddy."

"Oh fuck," he said, his lust and raging rod taking control, as he slid his cock in his daughter's mouth and began slowly fucking her mouth.

She squeezed his ass cheeks and pushed him deeper into her mouth, trying to hint she wanted to be face fucked roughly.

Dan took the hint and began going faster, more aggressively, his balls already bubbling. Soon his balls were bouncing off his daughter's chin, and she was taking all eight inches like an expert... moaning like the cum-hungry slut she was.

Chelsea loved the thrill of getting face fucked by her Dad... loved him taking charge. She could also tell from his moans he was close, and she was preparing for his load... wondering where he planned to deposit it: in her mouth or on her face.

Dan was about to burst, and decided just before he came he was going to give his daughter a facial, as it was the hotter, nastier version of the two options. He pulled out at the last second and grunted, "Here comes breakfast, baby girl."

Chelsea closed her eyes just in time, before she was coated with the warm gooey cum of her Dad. She exhorted him, "Yes, Daddy, come all over your baby girl's face!"

Dan was already doing that, spewing a large load all over his daughter's pretty face.

Once done, he slid his cock back into her mouth, and she nursed it for any last remnants of cum still lingering in his cock.

She then pulled back and said, "Thank you, Daddy."

"You look really good with Daddy's cum all over your face," he said, admiring her and his decorative load.

Chelsea scooped some cum off her closed right eye and put it in her mouth. "Mmmmmmm, so yummy, Daddy."

"There's a lot more where that came from," he said, still looking down in slight disbelief at his daughter coated with his cum.

"Good to know," she smiled, getting up, grabbing her coffee, scooping cum off her cheek and dropping it in the coffee.

"Shit," he said, partly at her using his cum as actual coffee cream, partly at what had just happened, but mostly at the thought of this only being the beginning.

Chelsea scooped up the rest of her dad's cum and put it in her coffee, knowing it must be wickedly hot to watch.

They had breakfast, a little cum on Chelsea's forehead a lasting reminder for them both of what they had just done. Once breakfast was finished, Chelsea suggested, "Let's go for a swim."

"Sure," Dan agreed.

They swam for a good hour before returning to the campsite and dressing for the hike, that had served as the original reason for their coming this weekend. A four-hour one-way loop. Chelsea dressed in rather logical outer attire of a blue t-shirt and shorts... but decided to go without a bra or panties. They had taken this same hike every year when she was younger... until her sophomore year... and thus she knew some secluded locations where she could get another yummy load.

They hiked for two hours, stopping to take some pictures and drink some water. The forecast had been wrong, and instead of today being cloudy with a chance of rain, the sun was beating down on them, and it was almost 90º F.

"It's crazy hot," Chelsea said, wiping perspiration off her forehead.

"Yeah," Dan agreed, doing the same.

"I'd take off my shirt," she said, but added, as she put her hands on her hips, "but I didn't wear a bra."

"The waterfall is ten minutes away," Dan said. "We can cool down there."

"And perhaps I can get a snack," she said, glancing meaningfully at her dad's crotch.

"I could use a snack too," Dan countered, his words as meaningful as his daughter's. He loved eating pussy and was dying to taste hers.

"Well, let's get going then," she said, before asking, "Can you see my nipples, Daddy?"

"I can," Dan nodded.

"Oops," she shrugged insincerely, turned around and led the way, Dan watching her daughter's perfect ass... his hard cock flinching in his shorts. He adjusted himself and followed.

Ten minutes later they were at the majestic waterfall. An older couple was there, taking pictures. Chelsea said, taking her dad's hand, "Come with me."

Dan smiled to himself as he felt a rush of the intimacy of holding hands, Oh, I definitely plan on coming with you!

Chelsea led her dad behind the waterfall, where she was pretty sure they would find the privacy she needed to get Daddy's dick back in her mouth.

Behind the fall, Chelsea said, "Can I have that snack now, Daddy?"

"Not before I do," Dan surprised her, picking her up and carrying her over to a rock.

Chelsea felt a rush of sexual adrenaline at being lifted up so lightly like that... it was so hot. Her plan was to save their fucking until tonight, but if he were to take control and do her right here and now, she wouldn't stop him. "Ohhh, Daddy," she purred.

"I know what my baby girl needs," Dan said, as he placed her down on the big, wet rock.

"Do you now? Then tell me, what does your baby girl need?" she asked in a sexy tone.

"Lift up your ass," he ordered, evading the question.

"Yes, Daddy," she obeyed, loving a man taking charge.

Dan pulled her shorts down and off, and was pleasantly surprised to note her lack of any panties.

"Is my Daddy hungry?" Chelsea asked, as she spread her legs before her father... offering her recently shaved pussy to him.

"Starving," he said, as he admired her pink, inviting pussy.

"Are you going to eat me, Daddy?" she asked, in a squeaky little-girl voice.

"Does my baby girl want Daddy to eat her pussy?" he asked, as he moved between her legs, his hot breath blowing against her pussy and making her tremble.

"Yes please, Daddy," she said, so excited to see her dad's face buried between her legs. Almost no boy or man had ever done a decent job of eating her pussy, although a couple nerd guys, her best friend Stephanie, Mrs. Walker, and her mom's best friend Joan, had all dined down there and given her amazing orgasms. "Please eat your baby girl's pussy. You've had me so horny ever since your big hard dick was poking my bum last night."

"And you, my so-called innocent little girl, had my cock raging all night," Dan replied, as he leaned forward and began licking his daughter's snatch.

"Oh yes, Daddy, lick my pussy," she moaned, another rush of sexual adrenaline coursing through her body as she watched her dad lick her.

"Such a tasty pussy, baby," Dan said, loving the cocktail of pussy juice and sweat.

"You've been keeping me all wet, Daddy," she said, as he wiggled his tongue between her pussy lips, a technique he knew worked well to stimulate wetness and anticipation.

"Daddy's here for you, baby girl," he said, as he traced her pussy lips.

"Oh yes, Daddy, lick your baby girl's cunt," she said, 'cunt' sounding so much nastier and hotter than 'pussy'.

Dan would have liked to linger and enjoy for many minutes the sweet nectar of his daughter's pussy, but he also knew that although they were presently alone and somewhat secluded, someone could show up at any moment, so after just a couple minutes of teasing, he attacked her puss and clit with a will towards getting her off.

"Oh God, Daddy," Chelsea moaned rather loudly as the teasing pleasure intensified rapidly while her dad attacked her pussy with eagerness similar to the lesbians and bi women who regularly got her off.

Dan knew his daughter was close, as he sucked her swollen clit between his lips and shook his head gently from left to right.

"Don't you dare fucking stop," Chelsea demanded, as she moved her hand to the back of her father's head and guided him deeper towards her imminent flood.

Dan kept licking and sucking until his daughter screamed, "Yesssss!!" and he received his own facial... as his daughter's cum flooded his face.

He lapped up the sweet taste as he felt his daughter's legs tremble around his neck.

When she finally let go of his head, her orgasm having gone on and on, she demanded, even as her body continued twitching and wetness kept leaking out of her, "Shove your cock in my mouth, Daddy? Give me your fat cock, right now!"

Dan stood up, looked around to make sure they were still alone, although his cock was so hard and he was desperate to come so bad, he wasn't sure an unexpected audience would stop him, as he pulled out his cock.

Chelsea leaned forward and took her dad's cock in her mouth and bobbed like a slut in heat... which she was... a daughter slut.

"That's it, baby girl, suck Daddy's fat cock," Dan moaned, as he watched his daughter devour his cock with a lustful hunger his wife used to show him many years ago.

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned on his cock for her response, not wanting to remove it from her mouth even for an instant.

Two hours of staring at his daughter's tight little ass, followed by a few intense minutes of eating her pussy to a tasty flood, and now his daughter's eager tight mouth working away on him, his cock was quickly ready to erupt for the second time today.

Chelsea bobbed on her dad's cock eagerly and furiously, wanting to feel that load erupt in her mouth and glide down her throat. She liked the taste of cum, and she loved the feeling of cum exploding in her mouth.

Being a gentleman, if that term could be applicable while his daughter was sucking his cock, he warned, "I'm about to come, baby girl."

Chelsea kept bobbing, her wordless permission to shoot his cum in her mouth.

"Oh fuck, baby girl," Dan groaned a few seconds later, as his legs stiffened, and he shot his second load of the day... the first time that had happened with another person in many months... into his daughter's expert cock-sucking mouth.

Chelsea didn't slow down as she swallowed every drop of the gooey, creamy cum, feeling it glide down her throat to warm her belly.

"Shit," Dan weakly grunted, as he enjoyed the euphoria of orgasm.

"That's disgusting!" a woman's voice accused, startling both the father and daughter out of their sexual satisfaction.

Dan looked around to see the older couple they'd seen earlier looking at them. The man was smiling avidly, while the woman was looking at them with disgust.

Dan hurriedly stuffed his dick away, while Chelsea stood and pulled up her shorts.

"You cradle robber, this young snip is young enough to be your daughter," the older woman condemned Dan.

"Well I should! He is my Daddy," Chelsea bragged with a wicked smile.

"That's beyond disgusting, it's i*****l!" the older woman retorted, as she went to grab her phone.

"She's k**ding," Dan said, apologizing, as he grabbed his daughter's hand and hurried away past the older couple.

"I'm calling the authorities," she said.

"And tell them what?" Chelsea taunted. "That I saw you standing there watching a girl sucking her Daddy's big cock, and you didn't say anything until you'd watched me swallow his cum?"

"You're disgusting," the older woman said yet again.

"We're sorry if we offended you," Dan said, just happy the older woman hadn't taken any pictures, and realizing how close they had come to having photographic evidence on record of their committing a couple of crimes. (Since Chelsea was eighteen, she too could be accused of the criminal act.)

"Let the two lovebirds be," the older man urged his wife, as he looked back to check out the teen's ass.

"You're as bad as they are," the woman snorted, as Dan and Chelsea hurried away from the older couple.

"That was fun," Chelsea said, a couple minutes later of not running, but not simply walking either.

"You're so bad," Dan said, smiling slightly, now that they were a comfortable distance away from the couple.

"You're the sinful man who ate your daughter's cunt, and then shoved his dick in her face and came down her throat," Chelsea wickedly pointed out.

"And you're the sinful daughter who cheered me on and happily swallowed it! Whatever is a caring father to do with you?" he asked incredulously, his daughter so much hotter and nastier than he could have ever imagined. Every dad worries about his daughter having sex and being used by boys or men, yet now that he knew his daughter was a dirty slut, he considered her so much more than just a daughter.

"Sinful, am I? Then bend me over and spank me, Daddy," she said, stopping and bending over, resting her hands against a tree.

Dan shook his head and said, "Seriously, whatever am I going to do with you?"

"Perhaps you'd like to shove your big cock in your baby girl's asshole and sodomize her?" she suggested wickedly, as she turned her head back to look at her dad while she wiggled her ass.

"Jesus Christ," he said. "You're so much like your mother."

"Does Mommy like your dick in her ass as much as I will?" she taunted, still posing provocatively.

"It's the way she always comes the hardest," he said, definitely giving his daughter too much information about his sex life with her mother.

"Like Mommy, like daughter," she said, spinning around and walking to him. "Although having a fellow cheerleader, one of my nerd pets, Mrs. Walker, or Joan munching on my cunt is also pretty awesome."

Each of those names made his cock, once again hard, flinch, as each face and figure brought to mind was a hot fantasy on its own, even though to him Mrs. Walker was only a name, probably a teacher Chelsea had mentioned in passing; but he was particularly caught up by Joan, his wife's really hot lawyer friend. "Mom's friend Joan?"

"Yes, that's the one! She loves eating my cunt," Chelsea revealed with a smile. Then, because shocking her father was really fun to do, she added, "and fucking her pussy and ass with a strap-on is also quite the rush."

"Jesus Christ," Dan said, wanting indeed to bend her over and fuck her ass, yet knowing they had to keep going. They sure didn't need to be witnessed by that older couple again.

"She often uses those two words when I'm ten inches deep in her asshole," Chelsea said, reaching and squeezing her dad's dick. "Shit, hard stuff, you're like a teenager."

"Today with you I am," he said, before adding, "but we need to keep walking for now. These woods aren't as secluded as I'd hoped."

"Fine," she sighed dramatically. "But the whole sodomizing your daughter thing is always available, whenever you need to pound a tight asshole until you cum inside it."

"Jesus Christ," he repeated, shaking his head, this new side of his daughter being way wilder than any of the erotic i****t stories he had read in his life, and he'd read a lot of them.

"I'll probably scream that too, when your fat cock fills my asshole, Daddy," she said, giving his cock one more squeeze before sauntering ahead.

"Jesus Christ," he repeated as he walked behind her picturesque ass, wondering what it would be like to fuck it.
They hiked for another hour, before arriving at a great spot for a picnic, secluded and with a great view.

They were eating, when Chelsea's phone buzzed. She grabbed it and said, "It's a text from Joan."

"No way," Dan said.

"She's asking if I'm available for brunch," Chelsea smiled, "which is Joan's way of asking if I can come over and be the main course."

"Jesus Christ," Dan said, as Chelsea handed him her phone. "Crazy," he said, since that was exactly what the message said.

Chelsea took the phone back and responded, as she read out her response to her Dad: Sorry, I'm at the lake with dad. Can possibly stop by tomorrow night if I'm not too worn out.

Dan smiled, deciding to let his daughter know he had plans for her, "You may well be too worn out."

"I certainly hope so," Chelsea smiled.

They continued eating and as they were packing up, Dan's cell rang. "It's your Mom."

"Say hi for me," Chelsea said, as she crawled over to her dad and squeezed his cock.

"You're insatiable," Dan said.

"You better believe it," she said, as she attempted to fish out his cock.

"Don't," he said.

"Answer the phone," she ordered. "I need my dessert."

"Chelsea," he warned.

Ignoring such an insincere warning, Chelsea quickly had his semi-hard cock out, and then pre-emptively reached for his phone and answered it for him. "Hi, Mom."

"Jesus Christ," Dan muttered, and moaned under his breath while his daughter multi-tasked: stroking his cock while talking on the phone (which made him recall when he had ass fucked Jill while she talked to her mom about wedding plans twenty years ago).

"Yeah, we're having loads of fun," Chelsea said, stressing the word, which was such a blatant hint, and yet not one his wife would catch on to.

Dan sighed, even as he smiled at his daughter's wicked hint.

"It's been a great day so far. Dad is making sure I'm getting everything I want and need," she said, as she leaned down and licked her dad's cock head.

After a moment Chelsea said, before she took her dad's cock in her mouth again, "Oh, I think he has big plans for me tonight, although he hasn't outright said what they are."

Dan couldn't believe how brazen his daughter was being, although his wife had once been just as adventurous in her younger days, his cock yet again completely hard.

"Here, I'll give you to Daddy," Chelsea said. "I need to finish my lunch."

Dan took the phone, as his daughter resumed sucking him. "Hi, honey."

Jill said, "It sounds like things are going well."

"Yeah, it's been an adventure," Dan said.

"What have you been doing?" Jill asked.

"Today we had breakfast, went for a swim, and we're currently finishing up lunch during our hike," Dan said, all of it true.

"Did you guys stop at the waterfall?" Jill asked, that being her favourite stop along that hike.

"Yeah, we actually stopped there for a bite to eat," Dan said, which was again pretty much true.

"Great," Jill said, happy they were having so much fun... and now wishing she'd gone with them.

"You okay?" Dan asked, noticing a tone in her lone syllable. Twenty years of marriage will do that.

"Oh nothing," Jill said, but then added, "I guess I wish I would have come too."

Chelsea overheard that, and she wondered what it would be like to seduce her mom, too. The idea of cuckqueaning her was still lurking in the back of her mind.

"Well, you could have come," Dan said, although he sure was happy she hadn't.

"No, this is your special bonding time," Jill said, still thinking this was her idea.

"Well, we really are bonding," he said, feeling a little guilty at both his response, and the fact he was cheating on her multiple times... with their daughter.

"Well, that's what I want to happen," Jill said. "I need you two to be as close as you used to be."

"I think we're well on our way," Dan said, as his daughter began to really work on his cock.

Chelsea could hear her mom, and thus was really enjoying the conversation, and that she was sucking her dad's cock while it transpired.

"So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?" Jill asked.

"Let Chelsea finish gobbling her meal, and then we cab finish our hike," Dan said, unable not to include the innuendo. He knew it was wrong, this was all so wrong, and yet he couldn't resist.

"Nice," Jill said. "Make sure she eats; she's been getting too skinny."

"Oh, I've been feeding her all day," Dan said. "She literally can't stop snacking."

"Make sure she gets some meat in her too, not just a bunch of starchy snacks," Jill said, like the mother she was.

"I'll be sure to do that," Dan smiled, as he enjoyed his third blow job of the day, and it was only early afternoon.

"I need to get going, I'm taking Mom out to get some groceries," Jill said.

"Okay," Dan said.

"Have fun," Jill said.

"I'm having a blast," Dan said, his third load about to erupt.

"Don't have too much fun without me," Jill teased, suddenly wishing he was at home to fuck her.

"I'll try," Dan said, trying not to come before he hung up.

"Speaking of a blast, once you get back, maybe you can find some time to do one in my asshole," Jill said wickedly.

"Oh fuck," Dan grunted, as those words were too much for him, and he did indeed blast.

"You like that idea?" Jill asked, as she moved her hand to her pussy.

"I love it," Dan said, as he spewed a third load down his daughter's throat.

"Good, so it's a plan," Jill said. "Come home early if you can, and sodomize me."

"Mom!" Chelsea gasped mockingly, after swallowing her dad's load.

"Chelsea!" Jill gasped back, horrified to realize her daughter had heard her.

"You let dad butt fuck you?" she asked, snatching the phone away from her dad, and snapping her fingers and pointing at her pussy, as she lay on her back on the blanket in her perfect world, and gazed contentedly up at the blue sky.

Dan too was mortified at the conversation's sudden detour, and yet he couldn't resist the summons to go down on his daughter again. He crawled between her legs, kept the shorts on and just pulled them aside... safer if someone (such as a certain elderly couple) happened to stroll into their secluded area.

"Chelsea, why were you listening in?" Jill asked, feeling her cheeks burn

"I was just finishing my snack, and I couldn't help overhearing you," Chelsea said. "I mean I've heard you and dad fucking before, but I never imagined you liked taking it in the ass. But don't worry, I think that's really cool!"

"Chelsea, please don't talk to me like that," Jill objected, feeling completely horrified and humiliated by having her innocent daughter hear her say what she'd said.

As her dad licked her pussy, she said, "Please don't worry, mom; I'm not judging you, just trying to process what I just learned about you two."

"Can you please give me back to your father?" Jill asked, not sure what she could possibly say to her daughter at this point.

"No, not right now," Chelsea said, "Daddy's with me this weekend so we can bond. You can have him back tomorrow, for your ass fucking... or what did you call it...to be sodomized."

"Chelsea!" Jill said, humiliated, but now getting angry at the flippant way her daughter was talking to her.

"Jill," Chelsea countered, using her mother's first name, thinking this was the perfect way to begun the cuckqueaning process she had already been pondering. "You want Daddy to hurry home, to end his dad-daughter date weekend early, so you can get ass fucked? Is that what you're saying?"

Dan felt so bad. His daughter was completely humiliating his wife. He should stand up for her. Yet instead, he just kept licking his daughter's delicious pussy.

"No Chelsea, that isn't what I meant at all," Jill defended herself. "You and your father need your special time together."

"And you're trying to upstage that by attracting all his attention to your asshole," Chelsea accused, sounding angry, when in truth she was highly amused.

"No, no, no," Jill said, tears streaming down her face. Where the fuck is Dan? Why isn't he doing anything about this? "And please don't use that language."

"Sorry, you're drawing his attention to your anus, then," Chelsea corrected, her tone dripping sarcasm.

"Please give me your father," Jill demanded.

"So you can tempt him away from me with anal sex?" Chelsea asked, as she began really grinding on her dad's face. "No, I think I'll keep Daddy for myself for the rest of the weekend."

"Chelsea, give me your father right now!" Jill demanded again.

"No, Jill," Chelsea responded firmly. "You may have my Daddy back when we return home tomorrow night, but until then he's mine." And without another word, Chelsea hung up on her mother and moaned, "Oh yes, Daddy, eat your baby girl's pussy."

Dan obeyed, even though he was feeing guilty for allowing his wife to be so humiliated by their daughter... although he was also confused by how much listening to his daughter verbally dominate his wife had turned him on.

His phone rang again, and Chelsea said, "Let it go to voice mail; we can deal with her later."

Dan knew he should answer it, there would be hell to pay later, yet the tantalizing, addicting taste of his daughter was all-consuming.

He licked.

She moaned.

And a couple minutes later Chelsea had her second orgasm of the day (and ever) from her father's expert tongue.

Once she was done coming, she said, "God, you have an amazing tongue."

"Mom is going to be so pissed," Dan said as he wiped his daughter's wetness off his face.

"I won't let her steal our daddy-daughter time from us," she said.

"But you really humiliated her," Dan pointed out.

"And you liked it."

"I did not," Dan lied.

"Yes, you did, and the way you were gasping into my cunt gave you away," Chelsea said. "It really turned you on."

"Okay, okay, you're right. But even if it did," Dan said, no point in lying, when it was obvious it had turned him on, "that doesn't mean it's right."

"Are you siding with mom?" Chelsea asked, feigning her feelings being hurt.

"No, no, no," Dan quickly said. "It's just that I love you both."

"Okay, that's fair. But what if you could have your cake and eat it too?" Chelsea asked.

"What do you mean?"

"What if you could keep letting your daughter suck your big cock whenever you wanted, eat my pussy whenever you're hungry, slide that big dick in your baby girl's ass while mom knows it's happening and makes us dinner, and you could even watch Mom eating my pussy?" Chelsea asked, the plan already formulating in her head... the seeds having already been planted in her recent altercation with her.

"What?" Dan asked, having heard his daughter's words and their resultant nasty images popping into his head, and yet not able to fathom how any of that could possibly become reality.

"If you just let me do my thing when we get home, I can have Mom not only eating my pussy, but watching you slam that big cock of yours in any of my three holes, and maybe even into Joan's, too," Chelsea asserted confidently.

"No way," Dan said, even though all of those ideas were very appealing. As wrong as all this seemed, there was no way he could return home and go back to life as before.

"Very few men or women can resist me," Chelsea pointed out, giving him her seductive smile.

"That I can believe," Dan said, as his phone began ringing again. "But your mother is on a whole different level."

"Maybe, maybe not. Is she submissive in the bedroom?" Chelsea asked, waving him away from the phone as he reached to pick it up.

"Yeah," he answered, figuring this was likely obvious to his daughter by now.

"Then she'll be an easy turn," Chelsea deduced.

"Turn," he said, a term he'd encountered in many lesbian stories... those ones being his second favorite theme, right after i****t.

"Yes, as in 'I'm going to turn her into our pet,'" Chelsea said, standing up.

"Our pet?" Dan repeated, apparently unable to absorb any of her concepts.

"Trust me," she said, as the phone stopped ringing. "She'll be eating your cum out of my asshole before you know it."

"Jesus Christ," Dan said, this weekend becoming more and more surreal the longer it continued.

"Do you want to see that happen?" Chelsea asked.

"I plead the Fifth," Dan answered.

"Overruled. Tell me," Chelsea said, now standing right in front of him.

"Yeah," Dan admitted.

"Yeah, what?" Chelsea pursued.

"Yes, I'd like to see Jill eating my cum out of your asshole," Dan said wickedly, the vision now engrained in his head.

"Good," Chelsea nodded. "Operation Cuckquean Mommy is officially underway."

"Cuckquean Mommy?" Dan asked, that not being a term he knew.

"A cuckquean is a woman who submissively allows, and typically also gets sexually excited by watching, a younger, usually hotter woman, fuck her husband," Chelsea explained.

"How do you even know that?" Dan asked.

"With all the porn hidden away behind those inadequate passwords in your computer, how do you not?" Chelsea revealed another secret.

"Shit," Dan sighed.

Chelsea shrugged, "I found it pretty hot, especially the dad and daughter stuff."

"No longer any reason just to read about it and wish," Dan gave in, deciding to go along with the plan... really, what else could he do... he was in way too deep, and he was still looking forward to fucking his daughter's remaining two holes.

"Exactly," she said, as they packed up and finished the final hour of their hike, Dan obediently ignoring the vibrations alerting him he had texts. "And don't you dare respond to any of her texts; she can just wait until we get home. And then the fun can start!"

"I got it," Dan said, knowing he'd have to face wrath and fury when he got home... unless Chelsea somehow could turn on her magic like she had onto him.

They returned to the campsite and Dan said, "Want to go for some ice cream?"

"I can never get enough cream," Chelsea replied.

"Well, the cream you've been imbibing today has been a lot warmer, I imagine," the father countered.

"Yes, and it's gooey and salty too," Chelsea nodded.

"I hear it's an acquired taste," Dan said, having heard that many women hated it.

"Perhaps for some. But I loved it at first swallow," the sexy blonde daughter shrugged.

"I've always had the same love for feminine cream," Dan shared. (Shared. Such a wholesome-sounding word, isn't it?)

"Let's go," Chelsea nodded, and they walked the few minutes to the lake store while Dan, a little worried they might bump into the older couple who'd caught them in the act earlier, kept looking over his shoulder.

At the store, Dan chatted with the owner, Ms. Lee, a Korean lady who also had a restaurant back in the city. Dan had done a lot of work for her at both locations, and always found her a sexy, although very diminutive woman.

Chelsea was licking her ice cream when her eyes went wide. It can't be! Yet it was. It was Mrs. Walker... with her family. This was fate! She walked over and said, "Hi, Mrs. Walker."

Jasmine's eyes went wide. She knew that voice. She knew that tone. Usually those words and that tone were soon followed by her on her knees licking the teenaged student's amazingly delicious pussy. Somehow, Chelsea had never revealed how she had discovered it, the teen knew she had a secret life... as an author... on an erotica site called Literotica. A life that if revealed, would end not only her teaching career, but likely also her marriage (although she could never decide whether her husband would be outraged or enthusiastically turned on). She slowly turned her head, praying Chelsea would be as discreet as she had been in their increasingly frequent encounters over the past few weeks, "Hi, Chelsea."

"What are you doing here?" Chelsea asked, even though since she was here at the lake, the answer was pretty obvious.

"Just enjoying the lake with my family," Jasmine said, hinting slyly for her student/Mistress to be cool.

"I'm here with my dad," Chelsea said, as she extended her hand to Jasmine's husband, "Hi, Mr. Walker, I'm Chelsea, the brilliant girl Mrs. Walker calls her favourite student."

"Nice to meet you, brilliant Chelsea," the handsome man replied, unable to resist checking out the blonde beauty.

"Sorry, yes Jim, this is Chelsea," Jasmine umped in, hating when her husband didn't introduce her to someone he knew.

"Why don't you two chat?" he offered. "I'll take the k**s to get some ice cream."

"Thanks," Jasmine said, relieved at how smoothly it was going so far.

As soon as the handsome husband was out of earshot, Chelsea smiled and offered her ice cream cone to her teacher, "Want a lick?"

"Please, not here," Jasmine pleaded, glancing nervously over to her husband and her two middle school k**s.

"My tent in a little while?" Chelsea asked.

"Please, Chelsea," Jasmine continued begging, even though she instantly craved the heavenly taste of this teen's twat... having finally fulfilled one of her many deep secret fantasies... serving as a submissive to a student, and munching on her pussy. She could never get enough, and had left her house to eat Chelsea's pussy in her garage, had excused herself from a dinner with family and friends to eat Chelsea's cunt in a bathroom, and had slipped away from an evening drama production to devour Chelsea's peach in her darkened classroom. She was addicted to this girl... she knew it... so she also knew that if Chelsea ordered her somewhere, she'd have a hard time resisting.

"You're begging," Chelsea smiled, "I like that."

"My family is right over there," Jasmine pointed out the obvious.

"And my Dad is coming over here right now," Chelsea said. "Actually, I'm sure he'd love to meet you."

"Please, be discreet," Jasmine worried, just as the handsome and obviously very fit man arrived.

"Dad, this is my favourite teacher, Mrs. Walker," Chelsea said.

Dan instantly tried to process whether that was the name of the teacher she had mentioned in the litany of female conquests she'd enumerated earlier. Mrs. Walker reminded him of a teacher he'd jerked off to back when he was in high school: a Mrs. Jones. "Hi, Mrs. Walker," Dan greeted, extending his hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Weeks," Jasmine greeted warmly, like she did anytime she met a student's parent.

"You as well," Dan said, finding it easy to imagine this hot, slender, bespectacled brunette eating out his daughter. He also thought she looked incredibly beautiful and sexy, and he found it difficult not to stare at her tits and ass. He felt he did only moderately well at reining himself in.

"Mrs. Walker is my favourite teacher," Chelsea said, stressing the word, in hopes her dad would catch on that this teacher was her pussy pet.

"I hope my wild and crazy daughter isn't too much of a handful," Dan said.

"Oh no, she's very sweet," Jasmine said.

"Sweet as cherry pie," Chelsea countered, not bluntly saying anything, yet making Jasmine blush, which confirmed her dad's assumption.

"I need to get back to my family," Jasmine said, needing this to end.

"I think you should stop by for a visit tonight," Chelsea said. And that statement was quite blunt.

"I'm not sure I'll be able to," Jasmine demurred.

"Around ten will be perfect," Chelsea said. "Lot 43."

Before Jasmine could say anything else, Chelsea turned and left.

Dan, curious to see where this would go, whether this teacher would obey his daughter, and whether he'd have the chance to see this hot, distinguished fox naked, said, "Then I guess we'll see you tonight, Mrs. Walker."

"Yes, I'll try to stop by," Jasmine more or less agreed, mortified by how easily this summons, for that's exactly what it was, might make her life fall apart.
"Please do," Dan said, "I'd love to see more of you," as he turned and left, wondering if he'd just been too blatant. He probably had.

Outside, Dan asked, wanting to confirm his assumption, "Is she the same teacher you mentioned earlier?"

"She is," Chelsea nodded, as she licked her ice cream. "Rather serendipitous, don't you think?"

"She's hot," Dan said.

"Do you know you already know her way better than you think you do?" Chelsea added.

"How so?" Dan said, pretty sure he would have remembered meeting her. He wasn't the one who attended the parent-teacher interviews.

"Want to hear the hottest secret ever?" Chelsea asked, licking her ice cream, that for Dan now looked hot as fuck.

"Hotter than what you and I did today?" Dan asked, having accepted their taboo wickedness, and looking forward to more of it tonight.

"Maybe hotter, definitely more shocking," Chelsea said, recalling when she had first discovered Mrs. Walker, her English teacher, was an erotic writer.

"I can't fathom," Dan said, the teacher looking so sweet and demure... although he had no doubt she had eaten out his daughter... which was so fucking hot... and although there was likely no way he could watch that live, God did he want to.

"She wears nylons every day at school," Chelsea said.

"Cool," Dan said, imagining the teacher in nylons.

"Only thigh highs, or a garter-belt and stockings, per my instructions," Chelsea continued.

"Hot," Dan said, although these details were interesting, they didn't come close to the naughty, semi-public i****tuous acts they had committed today.

"You still don't know how hot," Chelsea foreshadowed. "You read a lot of stories on Literotica, don't you?"

"Define a lot?" Dan joked, it being his go to website for self-pleasure help. He liked visual porn, especially porn featuring women in nylons, but he preferred well-written erotica.

"Every day?" she smiled.

"Okay, then a lot," he laughed.

"Who's your favourite author?"

"I'm not sure I have just one," Dan said. He enjoyed HeyAll, lovecraft68, dezurtdawg, MLT17, coxswain, BrokenSpokes, Salacious_Scribe, oggbashan and silkstockingslover, just to name a few.

"Do you read silkstockingslover?"

"Yeah."

"Me too."

"Really?"

"Her lesbian and i****t stories are particularly hot," she said.

"They are," Dan nodded... since she wrote about his favorite fetish, nylons, in pretty much every story, she was one of his regular go to reads. Her releasing a new story almost every week also helped.

"I think one of her next postings will tell our story," Chelsea said.

"What?" Dan said.

"You're not being very observant," Chelsea smiled, as they reached their campsite. "Mrs. Walker is aka silkstockingslover."

"No way," Dan said, his daughter's revelation, while not more shocking than what they'd done today, was damn close.

"Yep," Chelsea nodded. "I happened to see what she was writing on her iPad one day at her desk, and eventually put it all together."

"Wow," was all that Dan could muster. He had read pretty much every story she had written... even the gay ones, though that wasn't really his thing.

"Yeah," Chelsea nodded. "I think I'll make the slut write our story, and she can release it for the Summer 2020 contest."

"Seriously?" Dan asked.

"Sure," she nodded. "Why not?"

"At least have her change our names," Dan said, the idea of the world reading their nasty, raw story both intriguing and terrifying. The idea of other people, assumedly both men and women, commenting on it, even pleasuring themselves to it, was so surreal, yet kind of hot.

"Maybe," she shrugged, as she said, "That said, the story so far, while definitely hot enough, is definitely missing a wild sex scene or two."

"Oh, I think we've engaged in some wild sex scenes today," Dan said, thinking of getting caught behind the waterfall, and being blown by his daughter while talking to his wife. If they were well-written, readers should find those scenes pretty hot.

"Okay," she said, reaching over and squeezing her dad's cock, "but we haven't fucked yet."

"Oh," Dan moaned, the idea of fucking his daughter so wicked.

"Therefore we haven't..." she continued, her tone so sexy and seductive, "...consummated our new relationship."

"Fuck," Dan groaned, his daughter's voice, her look and her actions, were the ultimate temptation.

"That's exactly what I was thinking we should do," she said, as gave her dad's dick a firm squeeze and sauntered towards their tent.

Dan stared at his daughter, dying to do just that, yet unable to move a muscle.

"Are you coming? she asked, as she opened the tent flaps.

"I imagine I will pretty soon," he laughed, as he walked to the tent, more staggering than sauntering, and followed his daughter inside.

"Not too soon, I hope," she smiled, as he zipped the tent up behind them.

Once inside, Dan pulled his daughter in for a passionate embrace and kiss. Finally completely alone with no chance of outside witnesses happening in by accident, they both gave themselves unconditionally into the passion burning inside. Their tongues explored each other's mouths, as their hands explored each other's bodies.

Dan squeezed his daughter's ass. Chelsea stroked her hands up and down his back.

Chelsea pulled her dad's shirt up and over his head, moved her hands to his chest, and sucked on his nipple.

Dan loved getting his nipples sucked, and enjoyed the raw pleasure coursing through him, yet after a short period of time he needed to see his daughter's tits, and to suck on her nipples as well. He lifted her shirt over her head and said, "Such nice tits."

"They're a lot smaller than mom's," Chelsea said, her only insecurity being her average sized breasts. They weren't tiny, but they didn't measure up at all to her mom's.

"They're perfect," Dad said. "Your mom's are too big, and they sag these days."

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, loving the feeling of her dad sucking and cupping her breasts, and also his praising her body above her mom's. "Yes Daddy, suck on your baby girl's perfect tits."

"I love your titties, baby girl," Dan said, finding them the ideal size. While he'd been obsessed with his wife's tits when he was younger, he now considered them too big, and they definitely sagged. Not to mention she didn't enjoy having her tits sucked or played with anymore... post c***dbirth.

"You can suck on them anytime you want, Daddy," she moaned, as he licked and sucked on her hard nipples.

Both of them were eventually so consumed with lust they were that they couldn't wait any longer, so Dan lifted up his daughter, lowered her onto the sleeping bag, and pulled her shorts off of her. "Are you going to fuck me now, Daddy?" she asked in the cutest, yet sexiest tone ever.

"It depends. Do you want Daddy to fuck you, baby girl?" he asked, as he tossed her shorts aside and admired his daughter completely naked for the first time.

"Yes I do, Daddy," Chelsea admitted, sitting up to pull down his shorts and underwear. "I want your big cock inside me right now."

Dan rid himself of the remainder of his clothes, although his shoes were still on, pushed his daughter onto her back, spread her legs, and slid his cock inside her. There was no licking, no further foreplay, no hesitation, no last minute regrets, only lust and action.

"Oh yes," Chelsea moaned, as her dad's eight inches slid inside her. "Fill me with your big cock, Daddy."

"Such a tight pussy," Dan groaned as he filled her and began stroking in and out, slowly and lovingly.

"No, that's not what I want. You need to fuck me, Daddy, fuck your baby girl and fuck her hard," Chelsea said, looking pleadingly up at her dad.

"You're so beautiful, Chelsea," he said, admiring her from above as he rested inside her, enjoying this moment of surreal intimacy.

Chelsea felt a rush of warmth at his words and the tender look in his eyes. "I love you, Daddy," she said with utter sincerity.

"I love you too, baby girl," Dan said.

"Now that's settled, and I know we both meant every word, it's time to FUCK your daughter's cunt with your big fat fuck stick," Chelsea said wickedly, sweeping aside the brief moment of sweet, romantic intimacy.

"You really want to be Daddy's slut, don't you?" Dan asked, as he bucked his hips inside her, three times hard.

"Ooooooh, fuck yes, Daddy," she moaned, as intense pleasure coursed through her. "I want to be your three-hole fuck slut, your daughter cum slut," she declared.

"You want Daddy's dick slamming into your tight pussy?" he asked, enjoying the sudden rush of power as he looked down at his lustful daughter.

"Oh yes, Daddy, I want you to fuck my young pussy deep and hard," she moaned, loving to see him take control... just like she planned to do to her mother when they returned home.

"And you want Dad's big cock pounding your ass?" he expounded, after five quick, deep thrusts.

"Yessssss," she moaned loudly, this teasing driving her wild. Usually she was in charge, typically she controlled the sex, normally she was the one doing the teasing, yet this role reversal was enthralling and driving her wild. "Daddy, I want to feel you stretching my asshole in two, as you drill me with your huge, fat cock."

"Fuck, you're a nasty little slut," he said, shaking his head as he looked down at his daughter.

"You want me to be a bad girl, Daddy?" she asked. "A nasty girl?"

"Yes, my baby girl," he said, as he began fucking her. "I want you to be the dirtiest Daddy fucker ever."

"I'll be the dirtiest slut you've ever fucked, Daddy," she moaned. "I'll take your cock in all three holes, I'll cuckquean Mommy and make her my cunt licker, and I'll bring my cheerleading, nerd and MILF pets over for you to play with, so long as you keep all their secrets."

"Fuck," Dan groaned, the reality he was fucking his daughter as they spoke, and yet also imagining every one of those other wicked possibilities, had his balls boiling.

"All the time, Daddy," she promised, knowing there was no going back, and that this couldn't and wouldn't be a one-weekend-only thing.

"I'll be filling your holes all the time, my baby girl slut," he said, as he slammed into her hard.

"Yes, Daddy, I'm your baby girl slut," she agreed, loving to be called by a slut by her dad while his big dick was pounding her.

Dan was happy he'd already shot two loads today, or this would have been a rather anti-climactic experience for his baby girl. He was determined to make sure she came first. He knew she was already pretty close, as his big cock was really getting her off.

"Oh yes, Daddy, fuck me," Chelsea moaned, as the pleasure inside consumed her.

"Come all over Daddy's cock, baby girl slut," Dad ordered, as he watched her tits bounce, and her body quake.

"Oh yes Daddy, I'm so close," Chelsea admitted, as she simply allowed the rapture to build inside her.

"Come on Daddy's cock, you dirty temptress," he said, sensing that like her mother, she got even more revved up by being called nasty names.

"Oh yes, Daddy, more," Chelsea moaned, her orgasm imminent, wanting both more hardcore fucking and more name calling.

Knowing she was about to erupt, and that he wasn't far behind, he ordered, as he slammed into her as hard and deep as he could, "Come, you filthy Daddy fucker!"

"Daddy!" she creamed, loud enough possibly to alert nearby campers, as the most intense orgasm imaginable erupted through her like a tornado touching down.

Dan kept fucking her, knowing that a woman's orgasm could continue for a lot longer than a man's, not to mention they could also have multiple orgasms, the lucky sods.

"Oh Daddy," she moaned a lot softer, as the pleasure usurped all the energy from her.

Dan slowed down but kept fucking her, watching in admiration the beautifully radiant face of his daughter in her afterglow of euphoria. It was the most beautiful sight he'd ever witnessed.

"Daddy," she moaned, opening her eyes and looking up at her father, a good minute after the start of her orgasm, that still refused to leave her body completely. "Come inside me."

"You want Daddy's cum in your ripe cunt?" Dan said, not at all worried about getting her pregnant, since he'd been snipped years ago.

"Yes Daddy, fill your baby girl's slutty cunt with your cum," she replied, having never had a man's load inside her. She was terrified of getting pregnant, even though she was on the pill, and instead she usually took their loads on her face, tits, or in her mouth.

"Here it comes, baby girl," he grunted, not able to hold back any longer, as he spewed a big load into his daughter's pussy.

"Yes, Daddy," she trembled, as a second orgasm seemed to be building inside her, as she found the rush of feeling his cum shooting inside her exhilarating.

"Oh, Chelsea," he groaned, as he collapsed on top of her daughter, in complete sexual satisfaction.

"Oh, Daddy," she moaned, as she wrapped her legs around him, leaned up and kissed him, not wanting his cock leaving her pussy yet.

For minutes they did nothing but kiss tenderly... a wild contrast to their recent nasty talk and hard fucking... yet so beautiful.

"Okay, you two," came Jill's voice from right outside the tent. "I had to find out why my husband wasn't answering my calls or replying to my texts, and it was only a half hour's drive, so here I am, ready or not. I'm coming in!"

Dan urgently tried to climb off of his daughter to dive into some clothes, but Chelsea held him in place. "No, this is perfect!" she whispered. "Don't say anything, and just kiss me!"

"What the fuck?" Jill gasped, as she opened the tent and spied her daughter's legs wrapped around her naked husband's butt while they shared a tender kiss, with his dick obviously inside her.

"Hi, Jill," Chelsea said, breaking the kiss and yet not acting at all uncomfortable to be caught in the act, and not even unwrapping her legs from her dad.

Dan's eyes went wide as he turned to see his wife kneeling in the open tent. "J-J-Jill," he stammered, as he went to pull out of his daughter, but was still held in place by his daughter's strong, athletic legs.

"Get off of our daughter," Jill ordered, completely stunned by what she was looking at, and their apparent lack of shame at being caught.

"Good timing, Jill," Chelsea said cheerfully, still holding her Daddy inside her.

"Stop calling me Jill," Jill snapped. "I'm your mother! Dan, how long has this been going on?"

"J-j-just today," Dan said, finally pushing back enough to break free from his daughter's lustful grip.

"Jill, you wanted Daddy and me to get closer," Chelsea said, "so we did," parting her legs wide to offer her mother a good look at her first-ever cream pie, as she continued disrespectfully addressing her mother by her first name.

"I can't fucking believe this," Jill said in a rage, glaring at her husband's cum leaking out of her daughter's pussy.

"Nevertheless, believe it. And since you've decided to join us Jill, you can get over here and clean up my pussy," Chelsea ordered, looking straight into her mother's eyes.

"Chelsea," Dan said, having remained largely silent, unsure of what to say, even though he now hadn't bothered to search out his shorts or underwear.

"I know you used to love eating pussy back in your college days," Chelsea said. "According to a very good source of mine, it was a daily part of your diet."

"Chelsea!" Jill gasped, stunned at her daughter's words, but also from a sudden undeniable hunger being awakened inside her. She had pushed her lesbian desires away completely since she got married, resisting Carol, her two years younger yet dominant sister, who had constantly offered her pussy to her, as well as good strap-on fuckings. It was Carol who had trained Jill into having an ass trigger for her orgasms during her last year of college, when they became roommates... but how could Chelsea possibly know that? But then she suddenly had a clear revelation of exactly how she could.

"Jill," Chelsea mocked, her legs still spread wide open. "This pussy isn't going to eat itself. Now get over here and eat your daughter's freshly fucked cunt."

Jill was stunned. She looked queries at her husband, who was looking back at her with a similarly shocked face. He'd just been caught in the i*****l act of i****t (oh, and by the by also being unfaithful to his wife), but then moments later had discovered that his wife may have also committed i****t... albeit a couple decades ago.

"Right now, Jill," Chelsea ordered, as she snapped her fingers and pointed to her cunt. "Or should I call you... Pet Jellybean?"

Pet Jellybean had been her younger sister's pet nickname for her throughout her two years of sexual submission to her... that she had quit cold turkey a mere five minutes before she walked down the aisle... having eaten Carol's pussy in the church just a few minutes after getting ass fucked to multiple orgasms. The photos of her walking down the aisle showed her face glistening and her cheeks radiant... only her sister having any clue it was because of complete sexual rapture and subsequent shame.

"You had sex with your sister?" Dan asked, unable to fathom it. Sure, Jill could be a nasty slut, a side of her he had unfortunately seen less and less of as the years went by, but she had never given him even the remotest hint that she had a taste for pussy.

"You just finished fucking our daughter," Jill snapped, hating how this confrontation was turning on her.

"But first he ate my pussy," Chelsea added. "Now you need to come and do the same."

Jill could feel shame consuming her... or perhaps it was lust, as she couldn't stop staring at her daughter's ripe cunt. She'd never eaten a cream pie... such a delicacy not normally available in lesbian couplings... yet she loved the taste of both cunt and cock cum, so she was sure it would be delicious.

"Now Jill," Chelsea said, sighing. "We both know you can't resist a willing pussy. You're literally salivating right now... drooling even... from looking at my cunt."

Dan, sensing a way out of what a couple minutes ago looked like an impossible dilemma, added, "Do it Jill, eat your daughter's cunt. I can assure you that it's absolutely delicious."

"You want me to?" Jill said, dazed... confused... hungry... ashamed... lustful... bewildered....

"I'm in charge now," Chelsea clarified. "And you, my darling Mommy, are bottom bitch. Now crawl over here and serve your daughter, serve your new Mistress."

"Mistress?" Jill said, a word she hadn't heard in a long time, although she read it lots in the lesbian porn she often read, where younger girls seduced and dominated women she pictured as herself... including more than one daughter-mother i****t scene where the daughter was wearing Chelsea's face as she turned her into her pet. She had fantasized this for a while, and she knew that was one of the reasons she was so hard on her daughter; because she was afraid of her own sexual weakness bubbling inside her. So to cover up her shameful lust for her daughter, she had pushed her away.

"It's a term Auntie Carol tells me you used to use lots," Chelsea said, knowing her mother was weakening and about to cross the line... the same look she had seen on Joan's and Mrs. Walker's faces moments before they had succumbed to her charms and her pussy.

"We can't do this," Jill said rather unbelievingly, as her rage and anger were gone.

Chelsea sighed, "Get your ass over here and eat my cunt or I'll have dad do it for me while you watch."

Dan had never tasted a cream pie, nor was he sure he would obey her under these circumstances, as he watched the power struggle play out between these two very strong-willed females.
"You're going to allow your daughter to talk to me like that?" Jill asked Dan, yet her tone wasn't one of anger, but rather disbelief.

Dan, picking a side, shrugged and said, "Chelsea is now the Mistress, and you and I know very well how submissive you are. So if you want to be happy, then stop resisting who you are, get your face between your daughter's legs, and eat up all that tasty cum I shot inside her sweet pussy."

Jill was doubly shocked by her husband's words, although she had to admit she always liked it whenever he took control, and back when, she'd never been able to deny Carol anything... until she could. So she looked at her daughter, then looked back at her husband and then sheepishly, wordlessly, a mixture of lust and shame, but also contentment coursing through her, she crawled across the tent to her spread-legged daughter.

"Good girl," Chelsea encouraged her, having learned from reading online stories, especially Jasmine's, that proper encouragement when a pet was obedient reinforced their complete submission.

Jill felt a rush of wetness leak into her panties at hearing that simple condescending compliment, as she reverted to her early college years, and especially to her two years of mindless obedience to her younger dominant sister... and she was now discovering her daughter had some of Carol's same irresistible mannerisms. Suddenly she found herself just a few inches from her first pussy in almost twenty years, and it looked and smelled utterly delicious.

"Go ahead, Mommy pet," Chelsea ordered, using a term she'd read many times in daughter/mother i****t stories, where more times than not, the mother was the one submitting to a younger version of herself.

Jill couldn't resist any longer as she leaned forward, her lust for her daughter overriding every common sense responsibility she had, and she licked her daughter's pussy... her first pussy in two decades.

Dan let out a gasp. In what had already been the most incredibly surreal day in his life, it kept becoming more and more so.

"I told you, Daddy," Chelsea moaned, as she moved her hand to the back of her mother's head, a powerful move that either established, or added to, the hierarchy of a sexual relationship, "Mommy will be our cuckquean."

Jill had no idea what a cuckquean was, and although it sounded powerless, she didn't care. The taste of her daughter's pussy, blended with her husband's always tasty cum, was the ultimate in satisfying tastes. She lapped it up like it was her final meal, devouring the sweet nectar and addicting cum.

"You were right," Dan admitted, shaking his head in awe as he watched the hottest interaction he'd ever witnessed. Every guy wants to watch two women having lesbian sex, and likely many men with daughters would love to see their wife eating out their daughter or vice versa, but he assumed he was one of the elite few men in the entire world actually to witness it happening.

"I usually am," Chelsea moaned, her second orgasm of the evening, that had been rising when her Dad was still inside her, and then had lingered on stand-by for a few minutes, was back on the rise, as she discovered her mother was a very good cunt licker. "Mommy, you clearly haven't lost the skill of eating cunt from lack of continuing to do it."

"Thanks," Jill said mindlessly, oddly relishing the compliment, as she hadn't known if she still retained her magic tongue. Back in college she could get a girl off pretty quickly. Sometimes Carol wanted quick orgasms (bathroom stall, under a table in a restaurant, in a theatre, in a taxi, in their parents' kitchen while mom and dad were in the living room, and twice at her bachelorette party with other unknowing women chattering nearby), but other times she would dine on her for an hour or more. Carol sometimes would bring friends over to be serviced, usually two or three of them, but once her entire volleyball team, and her wildest night ever had been at a sorority party where she got off forty-seven different woman over a few hours... actually annoyed afterwards she hadn't reached a nice round fifty.

"You can fuck Mommy's ass now, if you want," Chelsea offered.

"I need a little time to recover," Dan demurred, which wasn't really true. He definitely could have slid his erect dick in his wife's asshole, yet he still had that same hole to fill for the first time in his daughter. So first things first.

"Hmmmm," Chelsea smiled, reading her dad's mind, "unless you're saving that next load for your baby girl's asshole."

"Well, Meatloaf tells us that two out of three ain't bad, but I think three out of three would be even better," Dan said, although his daughter likely wouldn't get the 70's reference.

Jill couldn't believe she was eating her daughter's pussy, and even eating her daughter's pussy with her husband's cum inside it. She couldn't believe how good she tasted and how, after denying this side of herself for almost twenty years, how liberating it was; as if the most crushing weight in the world had been lifted from her shoulders, to once again be serving between a girl's legs (her daughter replacing her sister). She should have been disgusted with herself, she'd been berating herself for twenty years because of her past i****tuous indiscretions, and yet for the first time in two decades, she now felt free.

"Want to watch Daddy fuck my ass later, Mommy pet?" Chelsea asked.

The question sounded ludicrous... at first. Yet this entire situation had escalated to the shocking, the absurd, and even to the wild rather quickly, and although she'd love to have her husband's cock deep inside her asshole, the idea of watching her husband ass fuck her daughter now appeared rather intriguing. Yet, she didn't admit that. She said instead, letting her husband know for the first time she was no longer furious with him, as Chelsea let go of her head, "If I get to choose, I'd rather have your Daddy's dick deep inside my own asshole."

Chelsea lifted her mother's face by her chin, and made something crystal clear, "Jill...Mommy-pet... cuckquean... from now on, you'll only get to have Daddy's dick when I allow you to."

"Pardon?" Jill said, this assertion surprising her, even after the myriad of surprises this evening.

"In all matters sexual, I'm in charge from now on," Chelsea clarified.

"Chelsea, I don't...." Jill began to protest.

Chelsea cut her off, having briefly witnessed such protests from pets who felt they had reason to object to something she expected of them, such as Mrs. Walker's reticence earlier today, but she knew how to put a pet in her place, by not allowing her the chance to actually protest, "Stop talking before you dig yourself into a hole you won't enjoy. This isn't a negotiation. I'm now your Mistress, you're now my pet, and Daddy now gets to fuck me whenever he wants instead of you. And if he does want to fuck you on occasion, or to fuck anyone else, he'll need to ask my permission."

"Chelsea, I...." Jill once again tried to protest; this was too much.

"Again slut, you need to stop talking. Those are the new rules in this family. And you shall always abide by them, unless... you don't want to eat my cunt anymore," Chelsea dictated, knowing from experience that submissive cunt lickers, once they had sampled her delicious delicacy, couldn't resist partaking again, anytime it was offered.

In the past, Jill had performed many objectionable or humiliating tasks, following that exact same threat from her sister. The first time she ate her sister at her parents' house, or crawled under a table at a busy restaurant to service one of Carol's best friends, or wore a short, flimsy skirt with no panties out in public on a windy day, were all because she'd caved after hearing those exact same words from her sister. Each time those words had been uttered by Carol, fear went through her instantly, and she always ended up doing exactly as she was told. In the past that just meant utter obedience to her sister, yet today's version would not only entail her utter obedience to her daughter, but it would also impact her marriage, and the structure of her entire household. She was speechless.

"Should I get Dad to finish eating me?" Chelsea asked, looking down at her indecisive mom, whose facial expression was one of feeling overwhelmed.

"Chelsea, I... um..." Jill began looking up at her daughter and then down at her pussy.

"Say the words, Mommy," Chelsea said, knowing she had her mother hook, line and licker. "Say, 'yes Mistress, you own me.'"

"Say it, Jill," Dan added, deciding he'd picked the winning side, and sensing as he watched his wife succumbing to their daughter, that she was just like so many of silkstockingslover's characters... just needing a final push, or even just a gentle little nudge, to accept her true sexual desires and natural state of submission. This could turn out to be the greatest story silkstockingslover would ever write... at least from his standpoint... although no one out there would believe it was actually true.

Jill couldn't resist anymore, the last of her fragile resistance shattered, as she was verbally double teamed by her daughter and husband, "Yes, Mistress Chelsea, you own me."

"And I can fuck Daddy anytime I want?" Chelsea asked.

"Yes, whenever you want," Jill answered, the idea of watching them fucking each other turning her on.

"And you will only come when I give you permission?" Chelsea continued her impromptu litany.

"Yes, Mistress," Jill reluctantly agreed, as she gave one condition, "so long as I can regularly eat your pussy."

"Agreed with pleasure, although it will usually be after Daddy fills my cunt with his cum," Chelsea clarified.

"All the better," Jill agreed, as she dove back into her daughter's pussy.

"Oh yes, Mommy pet, eat your daughter's cunt, you dirty i****tuous Mommy slut," Chelsea ordered wickedly, making Dan's dick harden again, and Jill's cunt gush into her panties.

"Yes Mistress," Jill said, as she eagerly licked her daughter's cunt.

"Eat your daughter's cunt and my cum, daughter licker," Dan ordered, although daughter licker didn't sound nearly as hot as Chelsea's titles of Mother Fucker and Daddy Fucker.

"Yes, Master," Jill agreed mindlessly, using a term she had never used before.

Dan was rock hard again, and he walked over to his daughter and slid his cock in her mouth.

Chelsea began bobbing, even as her orgasm was building from her mother's amazing tongue, and from her mother's utter submission.

Jill looked up and saw her husband's dick in her daughter's mouth as she licked. Although she'd always liked his cock, she now realized she liked pussy even more... a preference she'd been denying to herself for twenty years; but following a single lick of her daughter's pussy, all those years of denial were shattered, and her inborn lust for pussy consumed her.

Dan decided to really take control, so he said, "Baby girl, get on all fours."

"You going to fuck my ass, Daddy?" Chelsea asked sexily.

"You want Daddy's dick in your asshole, baby girl?" Dan asked.

"Yes, Daddy. I want your big cock in my asshole while Mommy watches," Chelsea said, as she moved away from her mom's tongue and got onto all fours.

"Eat her asshole, Jill," Dan ordered, "get it nice and wet for my cock."

Jill was so fucking horny, really wanting that big cock in her own ass, really wanting to taste the full flood of her daughter's cunt cum, yet she wanted even more to obey any order whatsoever from her Mistress or Master, no matter how otherwise objectionable she might consider it to be. She moved up to her daughter's perfect ass, spread her ass cheeks and licked her daughter's asshole. Like eating pussy, she hadn't eaten anyone's asshole in two decades, but it was something she'd done on occasion back in her prior years of submission. Her sister didn't like anything going into her own ass, although she loved fucking another girl's ass, and she did enjoy a good rimming on occasion. It was a humiliating act, which, of course, enhanced Jill's submissive nature and training.

"Yes, Mommy, eat my asshole; get it nice and lubed for Daddy's big cock," Chelsea moaned, loving the feeling of a tongue in her ass, and loving the power she now could exert over her mother.

Dan couldn't believe it. Watching his wife mindlessly obeying both him and his daughter, eating her pussy, eating her ass and declaring herself their pet was too much. He stroked his cock, as he prepared to take the third of his daughter's holes, completing this trifecta in a single day.

"Get that tongue in my ass, you dumb Mommy-slut," Chelsea ordered, continuing to humiliate her new pet.

"Yes, Mistress," Jill said, wanting from deep inside herself to obey, to be a good pet. She swirled her tongue around the sweaty rosebud, and then tried to probe her tongue inside. Knowing her husband's cock was huge and would tear this poor ass apart, even if she had taken cocks or dildos in the ass before, which she assumed she had, this tiny asshole still needed some gaping. She asked, "Mistress, may I finger your asshole and gape it for Daddy's big dick?"

"Yes, Mommy, good idea; finger fuck my asshole," Chelsea agreed, as Dan continued to watch in awe. Chelsea looked back and saw her dad watching and stroking his cock and asked, "Enjoying the show, Daddy?"

"Very much so, baby girl," he nodded, as Jill slid a finger into her daughter's ass.

"Oh yes, Mommy-pet, finger your baby girl's tight little asshole," Chelsea moaned, loving to talk as nastily as she could.

"It's such a nice asshole, Mistress," Jill said sincerely, in awe of her daughter's tight asshole.

"I bet it's a lot tighter than your well-used asshole," Chelsea said, reminding her mother of their age difference.

"Yes, your father has gaped my asshole for years with his huge cock," Jill said, looking back at her husband. "You enjoying this, honey?"

"As much as you are," Dan replied.

Jill turned back and focused on her daughter's ass as she wiggled her finger inside, beginning to gape it.

"Shove a second finger in, Mom," Chelsea ordered, wanting to get Dad's cock in her ass soon, but agreeing that some gaping would be beneficial.

"Yes, baby girl," Jill said, as she slid a second finger in, motherly preparing her daughter's asshole for the pleasure and pain of a big cock slamming into her asshole.

"Oh yes, Daddy, see? Mommy is fingering my asshole," Chelsea moaned.

"She's also getting it nice and ready for my big cock," Dan said, as he was getting a little impatient. He wanted to get to fucking that puckered asshole!

"Yes, I want your cock in my ass so bad, Daddy," Chelsea said, "the trifecta of fucking all of me in one day."

"Yes, baby girl," Dad nodded, as he moved towards her. "A cock in every hole."

"Every day, Daddy," Chelsea moaned.


"Anytime you want it," Dan agreed, before adding, "Slut Jill, crawl under your daughter and eat her cunt while I ass fuck her."


"Yes, Master," Jill said, pulling her two fingers out of her daughter's asshole, and crawling underneath her so she was looking up at her daughter's sweet pussy, but would also be able to see her husband's cock sliding in and out.

"Just slam it in my ass, Daddy, I can take it," Chelsea said, desperate to feel that big cock deep inside her asshole.

"Pound our daughter's asshole, baby," Jill agreed, as she looked up from underneath.

"You want me to fuck our daughter's ass?" Dan asked.

"Yes, baby, slam that big ass-reamer in our daughter's tight asshole," Jill urged, as she watched him place his cock between their daughter's ass cheeks.

"Yes, Daddy, fuck your daughter's ass," Chelsea agreed, ready to feel herself filled right up.

Dan couldn't resist any longer, and he slid his cock inside his daughter's tight asshole.

"Fuck, yes," Chelsea moaned, as a mixture of pleasure and pain swirled inside her.

Jill attacked her daughter's pussy, hoping the pleasure from getting her pussy licked would distract her from the unavoidable pain.

"So tight," Dan said, not having fucked an ass this tight since he'd first pounded Jill all those years ago, and even then he wasn't sure she'd been this tight.

"You're so big, Daddy," Chelsea crooned, as she became used to having something that thick spreading her ass cheeks apart.

"You'll get used to it," Dan reassured her, "your mother did."

"Oh, I love it already, Daddy," Chelsea said, knowing the pain would be temporary, and the pleasure that would follow, all-consuming and intense.

"Start slowly," Jill suggested between licks.

"Don't listen to my dumb Mom," Chelsea countermanded, feeling her dad resting against her, meaning that all eight inches were buried inside her, "my ass was made for your cock to fuck, Daddy. So fuck it like crazy!"

Jill didn't like being called dumb, but she just continued licking, her daughter's taste more addicting than caffeine.

"Oh, I'll be pounding this ass regularly," Dan promised, feeling the intense warmth as he rested deep inside her.

"You'd better," Chelsea said, as her dad began slowly to pull out.

"Nothing better than a nice ass to fuck," Dan said, as he watched his cock return to the outside world.

"I want you in all my holes, Daddy," Chelsea said.

"I think I can make that work for us," he said, sliding back into her.

Jill wondered where she would fit into all this. Sure, their sex life had diminished greatly in the past few years, but Dan had never complained, and they still had some particularly wild nights. She assumed she was the only wife in their circle of friends who willingly took it in the ass. Yet there was no way she could compete with a much more recent model of herself... with seemingly even more of a vivacious sexual appetite than she'd had at that age.

"Harder, Daddy," Chelsea moaned. "I can take it."

"You sure, baby girl?" Dan asked, knowing an ass needed a little time to get used to any serious penetration.

"Yes, Daddy, ass fuck me hard," Chelsea moaned. "Really ream my asshole!"

"Okay," Dan said, placing his hands firmly on her hips and beginning to fuck her in earnest.

"Oh yes," Chelsea screamed, as the cock reached new depths in her, causing instant waves of pleasure to surge through her.

"Fuck her asshole, Dan, fuck it good," Jill encouraged from below, while licking away.

"You like watching Daddy fuck your daughter's asshole, you dirty slut?" Chelsea asked.

"Yes, I love seeing my daughter getting ass fucked by her dad's big fat cock," Jill said, trying to match her daughter's wicked tongue.

"This dick is all mine now, Mom," Chelsea clarified, as her dad slammed into her.

"Yes baby, Daddy's dick is all yours," Jill agreed, her brain by now settled into one hundred percent submissive obedience.

"I'm the woman of the household now," Chelsea continued, before adding, "at least in the bedroom."

"Yes baby girl, your Daddy needs you," Jill agreed mindlessly.

Dan couldn't believe his good fortune. Earlier today he'd felt a lot of guilt for committing i****t and cheating on his wife, but now he had been liberated from that guilt, and he had the best of both worlds... a daughter he could fuck anytime he wanted, and a wife who willingly supported that fucking.

"Oh fuck, Daddy," Chelsea moaned, another orgasm rising, the deep ass fucking mixed with her mother's licking, was driving her absolutely wild.

"Come all over your mother's cunt-licking face, baby girl," Dan said a couple dozen strokes later, as the talking had stopped and the moaning increased.

"Oh yes Daddy, I'm so close," Chelsea whimpered, as the fire inside her burned like an inferno.

"Come all over Mommy's face, baby girl," Jill cheered her on, dying to taste her daughter's full flood of cum.
"Oh yes, Daddy," Chelsea moaned, although the next plethora of words took almost two minutes to force out, as her orgasm rose and her mind went blank, "oh yes... fuck... oh Daddy... Daddy... big dick... oh God... Daddy... Daddy... fuck... ass... oh... daughter fucker... yes... fuck."

"Now, baby slut, now," Dan said, knowing her orgasm was only seconds away.

"Yesssssss," Chelsea screamed, as her orgasm struck her and cum gushed out of her cunt, and all over her mother's lips and face.

"Yes," Jill moaned, as she was deluged beneath her feminine facial.

"Oh fuck," Chelsea moaned as she collapsed forward a moment later, the pleasure so intense.

Dan's cock slid out of his daughter's ass, and looking down at his wet-faced wife, he lifted her head up and face fucked her upside down... a position that allowed for deep throat fucking.

Chelsea heard the slobbery sounds as she felt her ass still gaped, and looked back to see her dad really face fucking her mother, in a position she had never imagined anyone using. It was so hot! She said weakly, "Come all over our slut's face, Daddy."

"Oh yes, baby girl," Dan grunted, "you want me to give Mommy a facial?"

"Yes, Daddy, come all over her face; baptize her as our bimbo, live-in pet," Chelsea said, as Jill began rubbing her own pussy through her jeans. Chelsea slapped her mom's hand away, scolding her, "Slut, I didn't give you permission to touch that useless twat of yours!"

Jill needed to come badly, yet she obeyed, as she focused on breathing through her nose as her husband's balls bounced on it.

Dan pulled out, and instantly spewed his load all over his wife's pussy-cum-coated face, as Chelsea turned around and watched.

"Yes, Daddy," Chelsea said, "shoot that cum all over her face."

Once spent, Chelsea crawled over her mom and licked the cum off her face, before kissing her.

Jill eagerly kissed her daughter back, desperate for this intimacy and lust.

Chelsea broke the kiss and licked more cum off of her mother's face. "You're so yummy, Daddy."

"You're such a good girl," Dan said, finally spent.

"Wanna see Mommy and me in a 69?" Chelsea asked, still fucking horny.

"Fuck yes," Dan said.

"Do you think Mommy deserves to come?" Chelsea asked.

"I don't know," Dan said, looking down at his red-faced, cum-coated wife.

"Please, Mistress, please, Master," Jill begged, "I need to come so bad."

'You understand you will eat my cunt anytime I snap my fingers?" Chelsea asked, as she unbuttoned her mom's jeans.

"Yes, Mistress, I'll eat your cunt anytime, anyplace," Jill agreed, desperate to come, but also desperate to obey.

"Good," Chelsea nodded, as she pulled her mom's pants down. "And bimbo pet Mommy-sluts will never wear panties ever again."

"Yes, Mistress," Jill agreed, having lived a nonstop commando lifestyle back in her senior year of college, and during the year afterwards, until she married Dan.

Chelsea rolled onto her side, and the two were soon dining on each other's pussies.

"So hot," Dan said, even as his cock finally deflated.

They licked each other for a few minutes, when suddenly the three heard a new voice. "Chelsea, are you in there?"

"Oh, shit," Jill said, her eyes going wide.

Jasmine couldn't believe she'd told her husband that she needed to go for a walk on her own presumably for innocent reasons, or that she was now standing outside a student's tent awaiting orders. Part of her hoped Chelsea wasn't here, and then she could say later on she'd obeyed the order, but another part of her was on fire with her craving for Chelsea's sweet pussy... all her fantasies having come true when her student had discovered her secret authoring past and present, and had turned her into the teacher pet she often wrote about.

Chelsea pushed her mother off of her and hissed quietly, "Don't you move, and don't you dare cover yourself."

Jill pleaded, as she watched her naked daughter go to the tent flap, "Chelsea, please."

"You can beg in a second," Chelsea said, as she unzipped the front and ordered, "Get in here, slut."

Jasmine quickly approached her, and Chelsea tugged her into the tent.

"Oh my God," Jill gasped, as another woman was suddenly inside the tent with them.

"Chelsea," Jasmine gasped worriedly, as she heard a third feminine voice.

Jill looked up and saw who their unexpected guest was.

Jasmine looked around and saw a naked dad, and a bottomless Mrs. Weeks, who she'd met at the parent-teacher interviews a couple of weeks before she'd submitted to the woman's daughter.

Both adult women were speechless.

"Pet teacher, pet Mommy; meet pet Mommy and pet teacher," Chelsea introduced them to each other.

"Chelsea," Jill gasped, reaching for her jeans.

"Mother," Chelsea said in the exact same tone her mother used whenever she was exasperated. "You're my Mommy-slut, and a Mommy-slut doesn't ever question her Mistress, does she, Mrs. Walker?"

Jasmine was shocked at what she was being pulled into, yet she was instantly intrigued as she quickly succeeded in processing what was happening. Through her years of correspondence and writing, she had discovered that i****t was a very common fantasy, easily among the most-read stories on Literotica (illustrated ones also got lots of reads, or perhaps only looks), way more than any other category by far. In fact among her top 25 most-read stories, they were all either i****t or illustrated, although that didn't match her best scores at all. Backseat Mommy currently stood at almost four and a half million reads for example, while her top non-i****t or illustrated story was ranked at number six: Accidental Gangbang at 1.56 million.., and in case you're curious, Jasmine's only non-i****t or illustrated stories with at least a million reads were: Blackmailed: Cheerleader's Cherry (anal), Bedding the Babysitter (lesbian), and My best Friend's Mom (mature).

"Well, this teacher-slut won't ever question you, Mistress Chelsea," Jasmine expounded, "and I would advise any of your other sluts to do the same," figuring there was no reason to pretend not to be Chelsea's pet; the other two adults present having a lot more to lose than she did. She then added, "Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Weeks. Nice to see you again."

Jill was mortified, and said nothing in reply.

Dan, on the other hand, went with the flow, and not knowing her given name greeted her, "Hi, pet teacher."

"Nice cock," Jasmine admired, impressed by his length and girth.

"Thanks," Dan said, looking down at his still flaccid cock.

"Daddy, in the store I saw you trying not to stare at Mrs. Walker's bod. Would you like to see her naked?" Chelsea offered, while Jasmine blushed.

"Well... umm..." Dan looked to his wife Jill for guidance.

"Don't look at her, look at me," Chelsea said. "I'm the head of the household now, ain't I, Mommy-slut."

"Yes," Jill whispered, turned on by that declaration and yet humiliated to admit it in front of another woman.

"My Pet Teacher doesn't mind doing anything I tell her to do, so long as she gets to eat my pussy, and I don't spill her secrets to anyone who shouldn't know them. So, it's settled. Both of you two pets get undressed, and Daddy, you can stare at Jasmine's charms all you like."

"I don't have a lot of time, Mistress," Jasmine cautioned, even as she obediently unbuttoned her shorts.

"I'm supposed to get naked in front of Mrs. Walker?" Jill objected, flabbergasted that her daughter was continuing her exposure with her teacher taking part... the humiliation just continuing on and on.

"You weren't saying that while you were eating Daddy's cum out of my cunt, or gaping my asshole for his cock," Chelsea said wickedly.

"Chelsea!" Jill gasped again, looking to Dan for support.

"Don't worry Jill," Dan said, "apparently this hot teacher is also an accomplished writer of erotica."

"You may even have read her stuff," Chelsea said.

Jasmine said, going along with everything as she climbed out of her shorts, "Well, since I appear to be among fellow travelers with just as much to lose from careless talk as I have, you may know me online as silkstockingslover."

"No way!" Jill said, stunned.

"So you do read her stuff," Chelsea said, smiling at the completely bewildered look on her mother's face.

"I-I-I..." Jill stammered, this revelation somehow more astonishing perhaps than the unexpected i****t she'd stumbled into. She not only read Mrs. Walker's stories, but had written her on a couple of occasions... and had been impressed she'd written some thoughtful replies. Although she had resisted the temptation of interacting with anyone's pussy for two decades, she hadn't ever stopped thinking about it... so reading lesbian porn or watching online lesbian videos had been her go-to place.

"I hope you vote me five stars," Jasmine smiled, as she slipped out of her shirt.

"I always do," Dan said. "For every story."

"Thanks," Jasmine said, as she unclasped her bra, and was now as naked as Chelsea was. (Since if you're keeping track, following Mistress Chelsea's standard orders, she never wore any panties these days.)

"If I had known my teacher pet and my brand new Mommy-pet were going to be here, I would have brought along a strap-on," Chelsea said.

"How about we do a daisy chain?" Jasmine suggested, eager to eat some pussy, perhaps even to suck some cock, but also conscious of her time crunch.

"How about it, Mommy-pet?" Chelsea asked, as she went to her mom and pulled her t-shirt up and over her head.

"Nice tits, Mrs. Weeks," Jasmine admired the huge tits, more than double the size of her own.

"Thanks," Jill said, feeling completely overwhelmed as her daughter unclasped her bra for her, and her huge tits came out for all to see... sag and all.

"They do sag a lot," Chelsea nodded, recalling what her dad had said earlier.

"Gravity is a bitch," Dan said, as Chelsea pushed her mom to the ground.

"Come and give me that dick, Daddy," Chelsea said, "And Jasmine, come eat my pussy."

"Yes, Mistress," Jasmine agreed eagerly, moving to the hot teen's crotch.

"And mom, you should eat my teacher pet and if you're a good girl, maybe dad will eat you too," Chelsea stage directed.

"I can't believe this is happening," Jill said, even as she placed her face between the usually dignified teacher's legs to encounter a dripping wet, nicely groomed snatch, wondering what this woman was about to taste like... her lust for pussy consuming her now that the opportunity was presenting itself.

"Yes, you can," Chelsea said, "tasting is believing," before she took her dad's dick back into her mouth, and felt her naked teacher's tongue beginning to lick her pussy.

"Okay, then I can't believe how much you're like my sister," Jill sighed, as she moved her face to the teacher she thought would be very sweet, and found out as she licked her that she was indeed... sweet.

For several minutes there was no talking.

Just moaning.

While Chelsea sucked her father.

Her father licked his wife.

His wife licked the teacher.

The teacher licked her student.

Chelsea then said, wanting to taste her teacher for the first time ever, consumed by lust at the moment, ordered everyone to, "Reverse positions."

Dan said, "Yes, I could definitely eat my daughter again."

"And I get to taste your Mommy," Jasmine said, always looking forward to tasting a new pussy.

"And you get the privilege of having me go down on you," Chelsea said.

"I'm honored," Mrs. Walker said, as she looked into a new pussy.

"And I get to gobble my husband's cock," Jill said.

"Don't get used to it, cuckquean," Chelsea said.

"Cuckquean? Oh my," Jasmine said, a term she had learned about in her writing, and had even written a couple stories about... although neither had included i****t (one was from the Turning Contest series (Turning Contest: A Kinky Cuckquean) and the other about a babysitter who takes charge of a married couple (Babysitter Cupcake: MILF Cuckqueaned)).

"You inspired me with those stories," Chelsea said, before beginning to dine on her teacher's trimmed pussy.

"I'm flattered," Jasmine moaned, before she began licking the fledgling cuckquean.

Dad ate his daughter.

Chelsea ate her teacher.

The teacher ate the new cuckquean.

The cuckquean sucked her husband's cock... wondering how often going forward she'd be allowed to have this cock in her mouth... or her pussy... or her ass.

After a few minutes, Chelsea asked, 'Daddy, do you want to fuck Mrs. Walker?"

"Oh, can I have that big dick in me?" Jasmine asked, never having partaken of an eight-inch cock before.

"Can he fuck her, Mom?" Chelsea asked.


"You're in charge, Mistress," Jill replied, kind of hoping to see her husband fuck another woman.

"Good answer," Chelsea nodded, as she snapped her fingers and pointed to her mom, and then at her pussy.

"Can I please watch for a minute first, Mistress?" Jill asked, as her husband moved between the teacher's legs.

"You want to watch your husband fuck another woman?" Chelsea asked, a little surprised.

"Yes please, Mistress," Jill nodded.

"Okay. Then why don't you guide his cock into her," Chelsea offered.

"Really? May I?" Jill burbled, oddly excited.

"Yes, you may," Chelsea nodded.

"Please, shove your husband's cock into me," Mrs. Walker begged, feeling it between her pussy lips and desperate to get fucked after the pussy lickings... both giving and receiving.

Jill moved to her husband and wrapped her hands around his dick and said, "Fuck this slut hard, Master."

"I think I can do that," Dan said.

Jill guided her husband's cock into the teacher's pussy as Chelsea straddled her teacher's face and said, "I'll let you watch it all, Mommy-slut."

"Thank you so much, Mistress," Jill said, as she watched her husband's fat cock disappear inside the teacher's pussy.

"Oh, fuck yes," Jasmine moaned, as the longer and fatter cock than her husband's filled her, just as she resumed licking the best-tasting teen pussy imaginable.

"Fuck her Dan, fuck the teacher slut," Jill ordered, loving the sight of her husband's cock sliding in and out of the teacher.

"Can I fuck your sister sometime too? "Dan asked.

"Fuck her all you want, baby," Jill said. "I know she'll want to."

"Oh, that'll be fun," Chelsea said, thinking, What a great idea!

"Ohhhhh," Jasmine moaned, her orgasm already rising from the lengthy pussy licking, and from feeling the biggest cock ever pounding inside of her.

"You may come from my Daddy's dick, pet teacher," Chelsea allowed, as she began grinding on her teacher's face... just like she did at school sometimes when Mrs. Walker had a prep class and she had a spare period.

Jasmine's moans were muffled, as she licked as best she could while orgasmic pleasure crept up on her.

"Make her come with your big cock, baby," Jill encouraged.

"You like seeing me fucking another woman, don't you?" Dan observed, as he slammed into the teacher, meanwhile reaching up to cup his daughter's tits.

"I love it," Jill said, wanting to rub herself.

Chelsea, seeing her mother's lust at watching her husband fuck another woman, generously said, "You may rub yourself to an orgasm, bimbo Mommy."

"Thank you, Mistress," Jill said, as she moved her hand to her pussy and began rubbing it frantically.

"Fuck!" Jasmine screamed into the teen pussy, as her orgasm erupted through her.

"Oh, fuck!" Jill screamed too, after less than fifteen seconds of rubbing herself, her long-forbidden orgasm exploding through her.

"My pets just had almost simultaneous orgasms," Chelsea said, not as close to hers as they had been to each other.

She got off her coming teacher pet and said, "Come fuck me, Daddy, and cum in my cunt again."

"Yes, baby," he said, pulling out of the teacher and moving to his daughter.

"Actually, let me ride you," Chelsea amended.

"Great," Dan agreed, as he lay down beside the naked teacher and they both watched his daughter straddle him and begin to bounce... taking all eight inches inside her.

"Oh yes," Chelsea moaned.

"Ride your Daddy, baby girl," Jill encouraged, as her pussy juice leaked down her leg, following her own intense orgasm.

Jasmine, still coming, watched the live i****tuous act... thinking how much hotter it was to be watching this live than just writing about it... thinking for the umpteenth time how great it would be to serve her two sisters as their pet.

"Oh fuck, Daddy," Chelsea moaned. "I love your cock so much."

"And I love your pussy," Dan moaned, as his daughter's next orgasm was building quickly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Chelsea babbled, as she bounced on the big cock, repeating that single word until she came yet again, and collapsed on top of him. As she recovered, she apologized, "Sorry Daddy, you were supposed to come too."

"Oh, I have a plan for my final load of the day," Dan said, before ordering, "all three of you... on your knees."

In what is every guy's fantasy, suddenly three hot naked women were kneeling before him, admiring his cock.

"Give me your load, baby," Jill begged, wanting to feel that hot cum spray all over her face.

"No, give it to me," Jasmine said, adding, "you can come on your cuckquean wife anytime you want."

"Come on all three of us, Daddy," Chelsea suggested, as she watched her Daddy furiously stroking his cock, knowing he was this close, "give your cum to all your sluts!"

"Oh, fuck," Dan grunted, aiming his cock at the teacher, just as the first wad erupted out of him and hit her directly in her eye and cheek, followed by a second cannon blast onto his wife, and third and fourth smaller blasts on his beautiful daughter.

"Yes," each woman moaned, as they received their creamy gift.

Dan then slid his cock in his daughter's mouth.

"Thank you all," Jasmine said, having had an exhilarating evening, "but I really have to get going. My husband must be wondering where I am."

"You may go," Chelsea bestowed generously, as she took her Dad's cock out of her mouth. "But I expect you to write this story."

"Come to my classroom on Monday and tell me everything, and I'll write an epic tale for you," Jasmine promised, dying to hear how Chelsea had ended up fucking her dad and cuckqueaning her mom.

"I'll be there," Chelsea said.

"Thanks for everything," Jasmine said, finding her clothes. "It was a blast."

"You and your bad puns," Dan laughed, "some of your readers hate those."

"Fuck my readers," Jasmine said. "I write for myself."

"You just did," Dan joked back. "Fuck some of your readers, I mean."

Jasmine laughed, "I guess I did."

Jasmine got dressed and said, "I hope we can all do this again."

"Oh, you'll be stopping by for a house visit very soon," Chelsea said. "Which will include a pre-publication reading."

"Great," Jasmine nodded.

"Be sure to get that cum off your face before you go back to your campsite," Chelsea suggested.

"Oh shit, thanks," Jasmine said.

Jasmine left, and Chelsea ordered, "Mommy-slut, you keep the cum on your face, and go get us a pizza."

"Honey, I...."

"Now, slut," Chelsea ordered. "Any protests, and you'll be doing it naked."

"Yes, Mistress," Jill sighed, concealing her excitement, knowing she would always love obeying her new Mistress.

Jill got dressed and went to get a large pizza, while Chelsea crawled over to her Dad and said, "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, baby girl," Dan said, completely exhausted.

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EPILOGUE:

Mrs. Lee noticed the cum on Jill's face, but she didn't say anything... although she wondered what it might be like to fuck Mr. Weeks... he was certainly a hot one.

That night Jill slept in one sleeping bag while her husband and daughter slept in the other... as she watched them make love... not fuck this time... for almost an hour... before being called over and getting to eat a second creampie.
Back home, Chelsea now slept in the king-sized bed with her father... Jill either slept in Chelsea's former room, or at the foot of the bed, if she was a good girl.

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Three weeks later, when Jill's very pregnant sister arrived for her baby shower... her special baby gift from the Weeks family was her sister eating her pussy while her brother-in-law fucked her ass... and then Chelsea generously gave her Mrs. Walker for a week.

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Daddy and daughter Sunday date day (or night, depending upon the occasion) continued happening, and fortuitously it even included adding Mrs. Lee to their growing collection of sex partners when she caught them at an adult theatre with Chelsea's cock in her dad's mouth, while a lesbian porn video was playing. Dan was fingering Chelsea's ass when Mrs. Lee startled them by saying, "This is unexpected."

"M-M-Mrs. Lee,' Dan stammered.

Mrs. Lee pressed her fingers to his lips and said, "Ssssssh."

He then watched as she shared his cock with his daughter... amazed to see the 50-ish year old Korean woman deep throat his cock.

Chelsea's eyes went big as she looked up at her dad, who just shrugged.

Mrs. Lee and Chelsea took turns sucking his cock until Mrs. Lee requested, "May I please ride your cock? Mr. Lee can't get it up anymore."

"Go ahead, Mrs. Lee," Chelsea offered.

Once Mrs. Lee was sitting on his cock, Chelsea moved between their legs and switched back and forth between sucking on his balls and licking her clit, as a couple of other people came over to watch.

Mrs. Lee came twice.

Dan than finished by spewing his load all over both of the girls' faces... followed by five strangers (the small crowd had grown), who all shot their loads on Mrs. Lee.

Mrs. Lee left the theatre with cum dripping off her face and hair, after thanking them profusely, and Chelsea inviting her over for a conjugal visit on Tuesday night. Mrs. Lee (Meejah by name) accepted on condition her husband could come along and watch.

Dan said, as he looked at his daughter's cum-coated face, "So, when are you bringing over your cheerleader friends?"

"Soon Daddy, very soon," Chelsea smiled.