An unplanned weekend with daddy

The day started off normal enough. Emma woke up before dawn to get ready for her job at one of the biggest sales firms in town. Allen crawled out of bed a half hour or so later, still groggy as he stumbled to the kitchen to prepare his wife's breakfast.

Allen was a work from home cyber security expert who rarely left the house. He wasn't a big fan of the outside world. Things had gone off the rails since the social revolution. He had no interest in the new hyper sexual lifestyle, although some parts of it were unavoidable. The biological changes that had impacted the human race - whether natural, accidental or purposeful - now affected every living person.

He hated that Emma had to work outside the house, and the fact that she had to start every morning sucking that son of a bitch off. And that was on a good day. Some days she said management all demanded blowjobs. On those days she came home smelling like cum, and he still could help but fuck her. He needed the relief. Part of it was that they knew she was married to a "purist" or someone who still believe in the old monogamous ways. People like them were rare.

He was imagining punches her boss in the throat when Emma walked into the kitchen. She looked sexy in a miniskirt and white blouse. She was hotter at 37 than she had been at 18 when they had first started dating.

"I'm tired before this day even gets started," she said as she dropped to her knees and pulled his cock out of his boxers. "Fuck, I'm starving."

Emma went right to work, expertly sucking his cock. If anything good had come out of her job it was that she had perfected her skills as a cock sucker. Early in their marriage she had been quite awkward at it. Even though she needed his cum to survive, he almost had to jerk himself off just to give it to her orally. They had switched instead of traditional vaginal sex, which was how she had gotten pregnant just a few months into their marriage.

They decided to get her tubes tied after the first time. With all of the free use sex going on, it was possible for a woman to get knocked up by practically any man at any time. Neither of them wanted to raise a baby that didn't belong to both of them.

"Baby, I need it in my pussy, please," she said.

Allen was enjoying the blowjob, but he wasn't going to turn down pussy. Emma got to her feet and bent over the counter, baring her ass. Of course she wasn't wearing panties, other than when they were on their periods, women rarely wore those any more.

"Oh fuck, that feels good," Emma moaned. "Full me up good, I need the extra protein today."

As Allen started fucking Emma doggy style, the door opened and their daughter entered. Bryli rolled her eyes at them as she made her way to the refrigerator. She pulled out a cardboard carton and frowned at it as she turned to watch her parents fucking.

"I really fucking miss food," Bryli grumbled.

"Language!" Emma said. "Fuck...harder, I've gotta go."

Their daughter opened the carton and turned it up, drinking straight from the spout. When she pulled it away from her mouth, a stream of semen had dripped down her chin. She shivered as she swallowed, then bit her lip to stifle a moan of pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum," Allen grunted, then busted a nut deep inside of his wife. She orgasmed as he filled her with a seemingly neverending stream of cum.

Bryli never took her eyes off of them as she took another swing. This time she didn't quite manage to hide her moan, which slipped out as her eyes rolled back in her head.

It was not surprising, the taste of semen caused women to orgasm. Some more than others, and what she was pouring down her throat right now was the best store bought semen money good buy. Grade A Prime, from the new limited edition Riverdale line. He couldn't believe KJ Apa was actually selling his sperm. Who really knew, it was probably from one of his stunt double's, but their daughter seemed to like it.

Bryli stomped off back to teenage angst land, and Emma stood up, straightening her clothes.

"Love you baby, thanks for breakfast," she said. "See you this afternoon."

When his wife left, he went into his office and went to work, not coming out until lunch time. Allen ate a ham sandwich. When he tossed his trash in the waste bin, he noticed Bryli had finished Shawn Mendes off, which meant she must have started on the Cole Sprouse carton. He sighed and went back to work.

He would have to have Emma stop for another load of cum on her way home or Bryli would be out. She was quickly drinking them out of house and home. How could a girl who had only been 18 for two weeks drink so much cum?

Store bought cum was expensive, especially when your child thought they needed the celebrity jizz. But the alternative was turning his daughter lose in a world that would make her into a slut. They had homeschooled her to keep her pure. To keep her away from that life.

At just after two his phone rang. There was some kind of corporate emergency and the entire administration team was getting on a plane for New York... including his wife.

"I know, this royally screws things up, baby," she said. "If you need to, you can go down to the red light district. It's okay."

"I will be fine," Allen assured her.

"Baby, you got a cum," Emma said. "I can't lose you to blue balls just because you were too stubborn to get laid."

"I'm not cheating on you," he said. "I can just jerk off."

"By the time I get home tomorrow, you're balls are gonna be so full that you can fill all three holes," she said. "I promise, you can cheat. I'm sure I'll have to suck four or five cocks before the flight lands."

"I'll be fine," he stubbornly insisted.

And he was mostly. Allen jerked off four times that night, but the relief never came. You could feel pleasure from masturbating, but it never seemed to get your balls empty.

By the next morning he felt like his balls weighed fifty pounds and they were starting to ache. For the first time he actually considered going to see a whore. He had never cheated on his wife, but they hadn't spent a night apart since they were married.

He stumbled into the kitchen and found Bryli bent over searching through the refrigerator. His balls were so filled with cum, for the first time he noticed how fucking hot she was. Her cotton short shorts, which he had never paid attention to before that moment, had ridden up and she was showing ass cheek on both sides.

"You okay honey?" he asked, forcing himself to look away.

"Why the fuck isn't mom home?" she asked. "She needs to come home now. Call her, daddy!"

"What's wrong?"

"I'm fucking starving...and there is nothing I can say," Bryli said. "Cole Sprouse was unusually sweet....so I finished it last night. I just...I wasn't thinking. Now I'm gonna die."

"You're not gonna die."

"I am," she said. "If I don't have something to eat soon...I'll just be gone. That's it."

Bryli turned and glared at him, hands on her hips. He couldn't help but notice the flat, time stomach showed off by the belly shirt she was wearing, or the hard nipples clearly visible through the fabric. He had never once seen his daughter as a woman...until that moment.

Silently he stared at her and then thought crossed his mind that one blowjob would solve both of their problems. He mentally cursed himself for allowing that thought to pop into his head. But he also couldn't deny it was true....