FORBIDDEN PLEASURE

you look

how she lo

are you

e or even shift your body? Especially when you come to breakfast wearing just panties and an o

times I've thought I was going to

ecause you don't want to admit to your wife that

er hand across her inner thighs while she

retty good for my a

deflecti

d lick my clit, two or three fingers up stuffin

ation, but had no idea whether ou

and stroke it, and then step ov

its that she suckled as a baby, but once she was

the way that I was back then. I never fucked my parents, but I did masturbate a lot after I noticed how hard Daddy got when my friends and

d any girl on gi

efore the wedding with

adventure. "You did love eat

to resist inviting her

we dig

abandoned abruptly, focusing on raising a traditional family, having traditional careers, a

it. Look how hard just talking about it makes my nipp

ould prefer you, and I wonder whether that might be to t

eks as I blushed. "I even think about fucking her sometimes as I fuck you. That way I s

gry. Instead, she wriggled in her chair, and suddenly, smo

ddy. You must really w

ir

n a little girl

e sighed in a babyish voice. She slid her hand into my pants and s

g up to my brain, and exploding back down my spine to my groin from the top of my head to bet

gainst your chest." My hands moved without conscious command to lift her top over her head, revealing a fine pair of mounds tipped with hard little nubbins."I still can get away with

took the queue and lowered my lip to those point

ed, and that I was offering her that by proxy, if daughter tasted like mother. The image of the two women, so similar though so apart in age, kissing, made my cock throb."Someone likes the

umped my shaft faster, and used her baby finger to t

ch her that?"

h her

ck tickled while m

ly laughed,

d THAT cha

ha

her dates, so I gave her a few pointers. Naturally, she guessed that s

involve hands

r Mommy. But I bet she feels that way about her Daddy-or at least would love to try out some of

y." "Well, you DO like to be on top." "True-I wonder what position she prefers. Do you imagine her in missio

id off my lap, unzipped my pants an

h bigger than the guys I

allow i

k to the tip, relax your thought and ease you mouth down over the helmet. See how much you can take, an

told the same thing twenty plus years

going to com

ch my seed, my balls spasmed, the sperm flooding up the shaft and spurting out the tip, catching her in the nose, coating her face, her mouth and her chin. She never released her

courtesy of the years of exercise since giving birth. As she bounced in my l

f her chin, and cleaned where some had dropped t

your tongue, so much

hardly wait for you to e

I licked my cream from the gash I had filled. That ma

let out a familiar little growl. I took the hint and began to really pump my hips up from my chair, meeting her downward thrusting. Her fluids flooded my

as we collapsed in the chair, floating in our afterglow. "

it of time, I

, I had a fun week, being just discrete enough not to be obvious. Once, when our girl was bent low to get a snack out of the fridge, she turned suddenly, and grinned and blew me a kiss upon seeing that my gaze was locked on her sweet young ass, he

n the family room. The gnome had sat unremarked against a cookbook on a kitchen shelf. My wife

to notice that her mother's mature figure was still a wonder to behold. There was no problem finding shots th

ere home-our girl had gone to voll

e the e

you talki

d prove how our daughter

an

ce was already

watching this," she finally said, but I noticed that her fingers were caressing her lower belly. "Don't worry, watching it never gets old for me." I eased her shirt up, and her shorts down. Her eyes never left the video

dinner wearing only a sheer kimono, our daughter seated at the breakfast counter, eyes feasting on her mother's thighs and as

room. Later I found a very wet pair of thong panties. I figure she jilled off." "Sure, but that was because of you, not me... she must have been thinking about you touching her instead of me, or your bulge pressing against her ass, not mine." "Just watch," I replied, my fingers tugging her nipples away from her dangling tits, making her bite her lip. knew that she loved pain, and found myself wondering if she had schooled our daughter in that pleasure too. This made my cock throb harder, deep in my wife'

camera caught the look on our daughter's face perfectly as she swiveled to discretely watch her Mom settle in the sun. "I bet she would have loved

e sure my nipples did not get a burn." "And the bottoms?" "Yes, those too

did start thrusting harder, and noticed that

you-you win-she really

eddy bear into our girl's bedroom. First, in the edit, I had

surface, my wife had not seen her daughter stick one hand inside her track pants, fingering away while watching her mother moving. Then the video cut to the other camera, where our girl had run upstairs t

around my cock in her ass. "Still one more bit," I reminded her. "Finger my cunt, plea

video cut to a new scene. "Sh

rs and my cock was between her thighs. This was recorded on the teddy cam I had returned to the family room. The gnome in the kitchen captured the sight of our daughter silently entering th

d her on. Our Saturday afternoon orgasms also synchronized with the camera footage, as I pu

nto her lungs. "She really does get off watching me. I wish that

poke from behind us, "so I've been enjoying the show." I swi

the shirt was around her neck. Her thong was drenched, her bra was pushed above her tits

, so I guess the question is

es at my feet and licked my cock clean. She did not spend long on that task though, because she swiftly swiveled

girlish tone, just like when she

daughter teased her Mom's anus with the tip of her nineteen year old tongue, I noticed that she was wriggling her ass and thrusting it up in the air. The ruined thong was tugged aside, revealing that my little girl's assho

h the opening wide so that more of my spunk coated

's falsetto. My wife turned to look back over her shoulder, s

ng, thrashing into another chain of orgasms. I flexed my knees and directed my hard spear low,

and thrust my hardness deep up inside my daughter's ass, without further tenderness. She grunted once, reminding me o

spunk for your tasting," my wife moaned. I saw my daughter eagerly slide a couple of fingers

ic screaming gave proof that our daughter was not ju

ifted her face forward a bit and snaked her tongue past my wife's taint and started tongue-fucking her mother's gash. I sh

ng out to touch my wife's clit, triggering yet another round of aftershocks which I saw quake through my wife's shoulders, back and hips, but also felt transmitted through the medium of our da

ste your cock now, hon

our baby up with cream i

ck her clean. I can always return

een year old girl was too busy cleaning seepage off the inside of her mother's thighs to protest. After a few final licks, s

ned her mouth, showing m

grinned up at me, her teeth slimy with my seed. Clearly, like her parents, she enjoyed things ot

ce in two hands, sharing a tongue twisting kiss which erased yet another parent child barrier. Soon

y swords. Watching them making out caused my cock to stiffen again, more blood surging into the alr

nstead of my wife licking me clean, two tongues bathed my slimy shaft, four hands kneaded my heavy

my shaft. Then she grasped my cock in her fist and without pause drove my tip deep into our gi

as she started thrusting her hips back to fuck me. Meanwhil

you're giving him this treat, and that we can share him." My wi

it exited from our daughter's labia. I saw our baby bend her head down to draw her mother's cli

wife snaked an arm up and around my ass, and I felt her finger probe my anus. The instant that h

e started lapping up the cream dripping down onto her face from her baby's cunt. I slumped back on the floor and watche

can hardly wait for you to recover Daddy–if Mommy eats my as

that my wife had finally done something about the way he