"Yup, and he's my dirty daddy" (literally)

This is another thing to process. You hear the words but they don't quite make sense to you. You hear them, but you don't understand.

Still, you try to play off it. You try to reclaim your senses and take control of this situation. You shoot Molly a naughty smirk. "Soon I'll be your daddy."

She and Mr. Milton exchange glances. "Yes, but never like him."

And you're not sure if you should be jealous of that. If she's going to be your bimbo fucktoy wife, then there should be no comparison with Mr. Milton. "Why not?" You ask, trying not to sound as jealous as you are.

Molly giggles again. "Because he really is my daddy. He's my father."

And still it takes a moment for it to sink in. Because it really makes no damn sense. Mr. Milton and Molly? "You mean your actual...."

"Yup." Molly winks.

"And that woman from the other day. The blonde bimbo is your..." You need to figure this out.

"Step mom" Molly says. "But I like her better than my real mom. Her cunt is so very tasty."

You visualize this. You can't help it. Your erection grows. "You fuck her?"

"Of course." Molly says.

"And you fuck him?" You point at Mr. Milton.

"Well, I fuck a lot of people." Molly says.

"How many has it been dear?" Mr. Milton buts in. "Total. Is it up to a thousand yet?"

"No. Not that many" Molly dismisses Mr. Milton's guess. "More around seven hundred."

"People?" you don't know how to respond. But your cock does. It responds by growing and growing. "You've fucked 700 people?"

"Something like that." Molly, sweet, innocent, naked, crazy, Molly smiles proudly. "Of course no fucking is as special as the kind between a daddy and his daughter. Isn't that right?"

"That's right dear." Mr. Milton responds. You still can't see it. Are they playing? Then Mr. Milton looks at you. "You know, you have a daughter, don't you?"

You do. Kelly. She's 18. A good girl. A book worm. She's always looked up to... wait... you suddenly realize where they're going with this.

Molly walks up to you, sliding herself between your legs. She leans down and starts to rub your hard, bulging crotch. "If you make me yours, I'll help show you how to make her into something special."

What can you say. You sense the whole world crumbling around you again. Molly from the copy room... Mr. Milton's daughter... is asking you to do something impossible. But you can hardly resist. You want to grab out and touch her body. You want every inch of it. You want sexual insanity in all ways.

"What's her name?" Molly asks, rubbing you harder.

"Kelly" you respond a whisper.

"Would you like to yell that out as you drain your cock into her? Would you like to hear her yell 'Daddy' in return? Would you like that?"