Becca and Jean

Note: Mostly **** this time. Nothing too crazy, just the usual. Also, if you like my stuff, point me in the direction of more shit like it please.

“We shouldn’t have done the bouncy castle a second time,” Becca complained. “My butt still hurts from that.”

“That was you’re idea though!” Jean said. “I should never have listened to you.”

Their mother Charlotte laughed in the front seat. “Get used to it girls, that’s gonna happen a lot more when you grow up. You shoulda seen my rear after I turned 21, I thought it’d never get better.”

“But it did?” Jean asked.

Their mother shrugged. “A little, then I met your father and I don’t think I ever got better after that.”

“Gross,” the girls chorused to their parent’s laughter.

The girls back and forthed for a little while, pointing fingers at the other before Charlotte eventually settled the two down by promising she’d get them both lube for next time to make things easier.

When two got home, it was already late and were about to turn in when their dad, Douglas, came into their shared bedroom.

“You girls too tuckered out for any more anal, or can you put up for some more for your old man?” their father asked affectionately.

Both girls’ asses were sore and stung pretty badly from a full day of having used them for all sorts of events but neither could deny their dad after he’d let them have the day to themselves.

“Mmmhmm,” Becca hummed while Jean nodded.

The girls played rock paper scissors to decide who’d take their father first. Becca lost with a fake pout and climbed up on her dad, sitting down on his already throbbing erection. She held in a squeak when she felt him bottom out in her. He had sank in to the balls with almost no resistance on her part. She realized she really had been stretched out a lot that day.

Becca’s dad gripped her by her hips and tossed her up and down on his cock, using her like a human fleshlight. Becca did her best to keep quiet and take her dad while he wore her asshole out since she wanted to pay him back for letting her have the day to herself.

Becca let her dad beat her ass up for as long as she could, until she felt tears welling at her eyes before she finally asked to swap places with Jean who was waiting patiently nearby. Becca climbed off thankfully, with a hand held to her sore ass and walked away with a slight limp while Jean climbed on reluctantly.

“Are you alright honey?” Douglas asked his daughter.

Becca sniffed once but nodded. “I’m fine dad, just had a full day, but I’m OK.”

“That’s my girl.”

Later, after their dad had worn the two out the, Becca surprised her sister by volunteering for cum swallowing duty. Usually the girls played rock paper scissors again to decide who would be the one swallow the anal creampie their dad gave one of them. Neither girl had gotten used to the taste but more importantly the idea of eating something that came from their ass so both always tried their best to weasel their way out of the chore. That was the usual case, but Becca had just gotten her full license and was trying really hard to be her dad’s favorite so he’d get her her own car instead of having to borrow her parents’ all the time.

Jean was just relieved she wouldn’t have to do the disgusting deed, so when her dad shot his load up her ass, she took it a lot better than usual. After she felt her dad’s cock stop twitching inside her, she pulled slowly off him with a wince and rolled over onto her elbows and knees. Her dad got behind her like he usually did and she soon felt the cold metal of a spoon against her skin. She didn’t know why her dad liked using a spoon but figured it was just a guy thing. Like usual, once she felt the spoon she tilted her ass down and started pushing out the creampie out onto it. When she was finished, she looked back and saw the big spoon was brimming with his cum almost like it was medicine.

Her dad went over to Becca who was psyching herself up for the job.

“Here you go honey,” he said, offering the spoonful of ejaculate to his daughter.

Becca pinched her nose shut and wrapped her mouth around the spoon, sucking it all off at once. She quickly gulped it down to avoid tasting it. She shook out her hands and made a sour face all the same before she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue so her dad could see she had swallowed it all.

“Ahhhhhh,” she said. “I did it.”

“Good girl honey, that was wonderful, I’m so proud of you. Jean, you could learn a thing or two from your sister here.”

Jean rolled her eyes and mouthed ‘brown noser’ to her sister.

“I’m serious honey, I love you but you’re 18 already. I shouldn’t be hearing you complaining about having to eat cum from anyone’s asshole let alone your own sisters.”

Jean nodded and made responsive noises, but she mostly brushed her dad off. It’s so easy for him to say that, he’s not the one that has to eat it she complained to herself.

With their father satisfied, the two went off to get ready for bed.

~

For the next week, Becca tried her hardest to be the best daughter she could. She was always volunteering for swallowing cum, woke her dad up with blowjobs and blew him under the table at dinner, even welcomed him home like mom used to when she wasn’t so busy. The cum swallowing was still tough for her though. It never stopped being gross, but she always made sure to soldier through and do it for her dad because she knew he liked it best when she ate cum from her or her sister’s asshole.

As hard as Becca found it, she knew it’d all be worth it when she finally got her own car. She just needed to keep things up for a little longer until she knew he couldn’t say no. That’s what she was thinking of as her dad pulled into the driveway as she waited at the windowsill.

Becca remembered her mom doing this before she got her big promotion and how sad her dad seemed when mom stopped, so she thought he’d really appreciate her doing the same, and he had. For the past week, her dad never fucked her harder than he did when he got back home and saw her up against the wall.

Becca had gone to her mom with a plan, and with her help, the two had gone shopping for the skimpy outfit that was almost an exact match to the one her mom used to wear for her dad when he came home. Charlotte still had hers but it was a bit too big for Becca to borrow. Becca still fondly remembered twirling around and admiring herself in the mirror. It wasn’t her usual style but she had to admit she looked good in the all black bra, panties, stockings and garters she had on, and she wasn’t the only one that thought so.

The panties were her favorite part because they had little holes cut into them so anyone could slip into her ass without her needing to undress and ruin her cute outfits look. The only addition she made was wearing a little bow on the small of her back, so it looked like her ass was a present. She hoped she wasn’t being too obvious with that.

Becca had spent the day wearing a plug like usual to loosen herself up for her dad so he could dive right in without needing to warm her up. She knew he didn’t like foreplay that much so she went the extra mile. As she heard the car door slam shut she went up against the wall opposite the entrance. She planted her hands against it while sticking out her ass like she was about to be frisked and waited.

The sight clearly never lost its appeal for her dad because not a moment after the door opened, Becca heard her dad drop his things and make a beeline for her. She felt him quickly pull her buttplug out with a wet plop before he reached around and stuffed it into her mouth. A moment later she felt his tip against her slightly open hole for an instant before he drove into her with a grunt.

~

Becca had been slowly working her way up to bigger and bigger plugs, practicing so she could take her dad for longer since endurance wasn’t her strong suit. But apparently she’d overdone it and gone up a size too much because when he pulled out after finishing in her that day, she felt his load pour out of her still gaping ass, no matter how hard she tried to squeeze herself shut.

Turning around and seeing the mess on the floor, Becca initially felt relieved she wouldn’t have to drink his load that day, until she got an idea. Maybe dad would like that? Not wanting to wait until she started to second guess herself, Becca got down onto her hands and knees and started lapping at the cum on the floor like she was a dog. She brushed the droplets together until it was one big pool before she began slurping it up loudly.

When she had it all in her mouth, she sat back on her knees and looked up at her dad, her hands resting on her thighs. She opened her mouth wide to give him a look, then waited. Becca knew straight away her woman’s intuition had been absolutely right because her dad looked almost hypnotized and drooling as he watched her demean herself.

After several moments of staring slack jawed at her self-degradation, she still hadn’t swallowed down his cum yet. That was when Douglas realized she was waiting on him to give the word. Cupping her chin in one hand, he told her to swallow.

Becca obediently gulped the cum down loudly the second she was told.

~

The home welcoming’s weren’t the only effort Becca made. It took a lot of nagging but Becca eventually managed to convince her mom to start up the old habit again, arguing it’d be a nice, nostalgic treat for her and dad. Her mom only agreed to it for a couple days since her workload was a bit lighter than usual, but that was more than enough for Becca. She knew once her dad found out what she’d done, it would earn her a lot of brownie points.

At the start of the weekday her mom got home early for once and the two got ready together. Charlotte got out the old outfit she hadn’t touch in years, and found to her satisfaction that it still fit her perfectly. She rarely had the chance to spend some proper girl time with her daughters so she rather much enjoyed getting the chance to wear matching outfits and do something together with Becca.

When it came to stretching out, Becca handed her mom a plug which got a laugh from Charlotte.

“Oh honey, you’re sweet, but I haven’t needed to do that in a very long time. It’s alright, your dad will be able to slide right in.”

“Really? You don’t need to prepare?”

Charlotte shook her head with a small smile.

Becca fussed. “Why is it so hard for me then? I’ve gotta use all this lube and stretch beforehand.”

Charlotte ran her fingers through her daughter’s hair. “It’s fine honey, you just haven’t had much practice, it’ll come with time.”

“Ugh, I can’t wait to grow up.”

Charlotte snorted. “Youth really is wasted on the young.”

Becca rolled her eyes. “Still, I think dad really likes it when he sees me wearing the plug. I think he’d really like seeing you wear something in there too, do you have anything you can use mom?”

Charlotte hummed. “I do have plugs laying around, but I think I’ve got a better idea.”

Charlotte went to her bedroom and a little while later came back with a toy in hand. Hanging from her finger was a string of half a dozen golf ball sized anal beads. “This is one of your father’s favorites,” Charlotte said. “He just loves putting them inside and having me clean them off after, I’m sure this’ll work.”

“OK,” Becca said distracted. She stared at the intimidating beads wide eyed. She’d struggle to take a couple of those let alone all of them. But for her mother, it was no problem. Becca watched as her mother press the beads into her ass one by one without pause until just the ring handle stuck out from her. What impressed Becca the most was how unbothered her mother seemed with it inside. Becca always felt so uncomfortable if she had even small toys inside her ass, she couldn’t imagine having to walk around and do things with something like that inside her, but that was exactly what her mother did. Even with all those golf ball sized beads jostling around inside her as she moved, Charlotte didn’t give any indication of the overwhelming sensations.

Curiosity got the better of Becca and she wondered what it’d look and feel like to pull the string out. “Mom, can I?” she asked quietly, pointing at the handle sticking out.

Charlotte cocked her head. “What?”

Becca looked off to the side and shrugged. “I’m just wondering what it’s like is all,” she said defensively.

Her mother chuckled and nodded. “Fine, go ahead dear but we need to be ready when your father gets home so don’t take too long.” Charlotte went into the living room and bent over the arm of the couch so her daughter could play with her ass easily while she relaxed.

With Charlotte settled, Becca got on her knees so her face was level with her mother’s ass. She hesitantly grabbed at the handle of the beads and tugged at them. She was surprised by how firmly lodged they were and how hard she had to pull to actually get the first bead to start bulging out. Becca stared mesmerized at the sight as the large bead stretched her mother’s hole taut as she pulled. Eventually Charlotte’s asshole slipped over the widest part of the bead and the rest popped out with a wet sound, leaving her gaping briefly, her pink insides inches from her daughters face.

Becca swallowed. I think I can see why guys like that, it’s kinda hot I guess Becca thought to herself as the first bead came out. Having satisfied her curiosity, Becca almost climbed to her feet but something stopped her.

I’ll just pull the rest out and put them back in, that’s all. Becca swallowed hard again and began tugging the beads out one by one. She’d been so focused on the sight, that halfway through she caught herself accidentally drooling, a drop of saliva hitting her thigh. She brushed her lip with the back of her hand and flushed, embarrassed but glad no one saw. She’d hate to think what her mom or sister would say if they saw that. There was nothing wrong with lesbians obviously but she wasn’t one she thought defensively. As Becca pulled out the last bead, she finally saw how the beads were coated in a slimy sheen of her mother’s juices. As Becca stared rapt, her eyes flickering from the beads to her mother’s softly gaping hole, she was suddenly hit with a strange and dirty impulse.

Becca swallowed reflexively again and tried to justify her impulse to herself. I mean, I should probably get some practice with this anyway. Boys are gross and they’ll make me taste stuff from butts anyway. It’s not like I want to, but I might as well.

Becca glanced up and was relieved to see her mother hadn’t turned back. She quickly and stealthily leaned down to get a quick taste, just a quick one before her mother could notice. She wrapped her mouth around the last bead, the one that had been the deepest inside and ran her tongue over it experimentally.

Becca was surprised by the strange, heavy taste that she didn’t find altogether too bad, it was even pleasant in it’s own way. As she was mulling over the taste, her body moved on it’s own accord and she wrapped her lips around the second bead. She guiltily ran her tongue over that one too, getting a taste for it and enjoying it more than the first. She slurped off the juices as quietly as she could and backed off. She tried to make herself put the beads back in and wait for her dad to come back, but she came up with too many excuses not to.

I mean, I’ve done two already, what’s the harm in doing the rest? It sounded weak even to her, but by that point she didn’t care all that much. Becca leaned down and cleaned off the beads one by one, running her tongue and lips over each one thoroughly and gently sucking off the juices.

“Are you done yet honey? I think you’re father’s going to be home any minute now,” Charlotte said as her daughter was sucking off the last bead.

Becca startled but managed to mumble a reply before she quickly started to insert the beads back inside her mother. Becca’s heart was thumping but she’d gotten away with it without her mother noticing what she’d done. Becca stood up after pushing the beads back inside, but as she did she felt a slippery sensation between her thighs. Looking down she gulped when she saw a large and clearly visible patch of wetness staining her panties. She’d gotten so wet it had even drenched through the fabric and gotten her thighs slippery.

Becca immediately turned off to the side so her mother would see as she got back to her feet. But the sudden awkwardness only made her mother notice sooner. “Becca what’s wrong?” Charlotte asked.

Becca brushed her hair to side. “Nothing, I’m fine.”

“Becca you’re acting strange, what happened? Are you scared? You don’t have to be honey, dad won’t do anything too crazy with you, I promise.”

“I’m not scared, mom,” Becca said a bit too loudly.

Charlotte moved towards her daughter. She grabbed Becca’s shoulders and turned her around. “Honey, you can talk to me, what’s wrong?”

Becca tried to twist away but it was too late, her mother had seen the mess between her legs, making her go beet red almost immediately.

Her mother only partly managed to stifle her laugh so she didn’t hurt her daughter’s feelings. Suppressing the laughter as best she could, she pulled Becca into a hug. “Honey is that what’s bothering you? That’s completely normal sweetie.”

“I’m not, like, it’s only because-“ Becca stuttered.

Charlotte shushed her daughter. “Honey, it’s normal. Your hormones are just going crazy, so you’re feeling some funny things. Their nothing to get worked up about, it’s normal.”

Becca looked up at her mother. “It is?”

“Yes, absolutely. I went through the same thing when I was your age. Hell, I got much more worked up than you.”

With her mother soothing her, Becca began to calm down. “You did? Like what?”

“Well, I was constantly playing with your grandmother’s rear whenever I got the chance,” Charlotte admitted, a little embarrassed.

“You did? Really?”

Charlotte shook her head at the memory of her hormonal and horny younger self. “Yeah, it’s true. My mother even once said I must’ve been born a boy in a girl’s body,” Charlotte said with a laugh.

Becca was silent for a long time, long enough that Charlotte almost started to worry again. But eventually Becca spoke. “Mom, do you think… I could play with your butt a little, just sometimes too?”

Charlotte looked down into her daughter’s eye, surprised at the request but not opposed to the idea at all. “Of course honey, anything you need. You don’t have to be embarrassed to ask.

Becca was almost going to ask right then and there but the sound of a car pulling into the driveway stopped her. “You’re father’s home honey. Are you ready?”

Becca nodded.

“Good, let’s give him one heck of a surprise.”

~

Douglas came home to see two of his three favorite women in the world dressed like perfect little sluts for him. He’d been expecting Becca that way like usual, but it came as a huge surprise to see his wife in the matching outfit. Her work was usually so heavy that she just didn’t have time for anything elaborate anymore. It was all quick fucks here and there whenever they had a spare moment. Despite how much he loved being in his daughter, he passed her over in favor of his wife, the old memories making him feel like a much younger man.

Douglas pulled the anal beads from her and slammed home more roughly than he ever dared to with his daughter. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this,” he said into her ear as he stuffed one of the beads into her mouth.

Charlotte giggled. “Well thank your daughter then, she’s the one that nagged me into this,” Charlotte said around one of the beads.

Douglas looked to the side to see his daughter, her hands still planted against the wall and ass stuck out waiting for him. “Really? I must be the luckiest man in the world.”

“You know she’s trying to make an impression on you right?”

“What do you mean?” Douglas asked confused.

“Men,” Charlotte snorted. “She’s been trying to butter you up so we get her a car. Didn’t you see how excited she was to pass her driving test?”

“But… She doesn’t need to go through all this, we were always going to get her and Jean a car for their birthday.”

Charlotte laughed lightly again. “But she doesn’t know that, and I never said anything.”

Douglas stared at his wife in awe. “I really am the luckiest man in the world.”

Charlotte shrugged. “Well, maybe it was also because I liked how well behaved she was being, just a little bit.”

Douglas smiled back at his wife. “And here I thought you were being nice.”

Charlotte huffed fake outrage. “I am being nice, do you see what I’m wearing? I’m about 10 years too old to be caught in something like this.”

“Nonsense, you’re never too old to look this good.”

Charlotte giggled again. “You know, our little Becca has a bit of taste for ass. I caught her licking off my beads earlier. I don’t think she’ll be too bothered if you go for a little double dipping dear,” she whispered back.

Douglas turned to stare at his daughter hungrily. “Becca, come here. I want you to kneel under your mother.”

Becca obeyed hesitantly, though not from ****, but from excitement. Becca sat on her knees beneath her mother’s ass as her dad sodomized her mom delectably close. She felt herself growing wetter and wetter as she watched her dads cock getting more and more drenched by her mother’s juices. She was literally salivating at the sight but didn’t want to ask and seem weird. Right as the impulse became almost unbearable, her father finally pulled from her mother’s ass and pushed into her mouth. She didn’t need to be told anything; she just immediately opened up wide and let him in so she could taste her mother.

She ran her tongue over his cockhead, sucking all the while to get as much juice off it. The small flashes of taste she got were almost intoxicating.

Douglas plunged back and forth between his wife’s asshole and his daughter’s hungry mouth endlessly. Far from soldiering through it like she usually did, Becca was practically more into it than he was. Something had definitely changed in his little girl, and it was a change he liked. Feeling close to cumming, he got the girls to lie down atop one another.

Charlotte laid down first and felt Becca’s soft mounds press into her back soon after as her daughter climbed on.

With the women stacked atop each other and their assholes only inches apart, Douglas found it easy to dip between the two tight little holes back and forth.

Charlotte had been so turned on sucking off her mother’s juices, that for once, she finally got to enjoy anal, if only a little. She’d prefer it in her other hole but knew that wasn’t going to happen except on accident. She brushed the thought away; at least the assfucking was scratching that itch a little now. She ground herself against her mother, hoping to relieve the aching need in her pussy just a little more.

Double dipping for a few more minutes was all it took to send Douglas over the edge. He grabbed the top of Becca’s shoulders and heaved himself into her, shooting his load deep into her ass as she squirmed, her own orgasm frustratingly close.

Charlotte climbed out from beneath the two as her husband filled her daughter’s ass with cum. She rolled onto her side and watched as Douglas thrust again with every spurt of his cock, desperately trying to burrow himself deeper into Becca. As he finished and pulled back, she saw the way her daughters asshole almost immediately closed back up good as new, almost like it hadn’t just taken an hour long beating. As soon as her husband left Becca, her daughter started masturbating furiously, **** for her own release.

Charlotte sighed internally. I used to have an ass like that. She stuck one, then two fingers into her daughter’s asshole and experimentally twirled her fingers, testing the tightness and coming away extremely impressed. Her eyes widened a little. OK maybe not like that, but close enough. Jesus, no wonder Doug can’t get enough of this thing. If she were a different woman, she might have felt a little bit of regret or jealousy, but Charlotte was just happy her daughter had such an incredible body.

She sighed again, this time aloud. “What I wouldn’t give for a body 20 years younger,” Charlotte said as she continued to play with and admire her daughter’s asshole. Becca seemed to be responding to her light touches much more than Douglas’s pounding.

Douglas leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “It wouldn’t change much. I want you as badly now as I did back then.”

Charlotte smiled. Her fingers left Becca’s asshole, whose arched ass up, almost like she was trying to chase them down. She wrapped her hand around her husband’s cock. “Sure, but imagine me, with an asshole like that.” The twitch she felt gave her all the answers she needed. She went back to playing with Becca’s asshole, who sighed contently as she did.

“Honey, do you mind?” Douglas said, gesturing to Becca’s ass. “I think our daughters too occupied at the moment to do the job.”

Charlotte nodded and rolled over again, between her daughters legs. Feeling something against her stomach, she reached down and found the anal beads she wore earlier. Putting them aside, she spread Becca’s cheeks wide open and buried her face into her ass. Digging her tongue into Becca’s asshole, she began trying to suck out the cum her husband had dumped inside. As soon as her tongue started working, Becca’s motions got more frantic and **** as her mother ate her ass. Charlotte did what she could but the angle was all wrong. She eventually wrapped a hand around her daughter’s stomach and pulled her up onto her knees. In that position, she could her tongue in deeper and suck out more. With a little help from Becca pushing out the last drops, Charlotte was sure she got almost all of it if her mouthful was any indication.

Wanting to give a last little show for her husband, she pulled her daughter up and pulled her into a hug so their breasts squeezed together. She kissed Becca hard on the mouth and let the cum in her mouth pour into her daughters so they could share the anal creampie. As their tongues ran over each other, sharing the taste, Charlotte reached back and spread her daughter’s asshole again. Finding the golf ball sized beads, she began inserting them into her daughter one by one as the two made out.

Maybe it was simply the case of too much for too long, or maybe she was finally beginning to enjoy ass play, whatever the case, as Charlotte pushed and pulled at the beads inside her daughter, she felt Becca’s body tighten and spasm as she finally found release. She attacked her daughter’s mouth with her tongue anew, eager to make her feel good. As she did she felt a spray of something thick and hot on her thighs before Becca collapsed limply into her arms.

Charlotte pulled back from her daughter with only a tiny bit of smugness. She had Douglas carry their daughter to rest on the couch. “I guess our daughter has a favorite,” she joked to Douglas as they left Becca to sleep.

“Oh sure, take the credit after I did most of the work.”

Charlotte laughed. “You know, I don’t think we can wait any longer before we tell her about the car, especially now,” she said.

“But we still haven’t gotten Jean’s and I thought we were going to surprise them at the same time,” her husband replied.

“I know honey, but I feel bad already for holding it back this long, especially since she’s doing all this,” Charlotte said as she absentmindedly scooped up her daughters cum from her thighs and into her mouth. “Huh,” she added as she found the flavor much better than she expected.

Douglas gave her a questioning look.

“It’s nothing,” Charlotte brushed off. “So how about we do it this weekend?”

Douglas gave it a thought. “New paintjob should be done by then, yeah. Alright, this weekend then. But what are we going to say to Jean? I don’t want her to think we’re playing favorites.”

Charlotte chewed her lip, she loved both her daughters and didn’t want Jean to feel put out. “I’ll talk to her, I’ll say we wanted to surprise them at the same but there was a problem at the dealership or something.”

“I hope she doesn’t take it the wrong way, I’d hate if she thought she needed to earn things from us.”

Charlotte snorted. “I doubt you’d hate it that much.”

“I’m serious, I don’t want her thinking like that.”

“I know, I know, I’m just joking. I’ll talk to her.”

~

All the work Becca was putting in wasn’t going unnoticed by Jean, but she just brushed it off. It wasn’t until Jean started noticing her father and mother spending more time with her sister that she began to get a little worried. She knew her sister was just doing all that stuff for mom and dad so they’d get her a car when she asked, but she thought it was a stupid idea since her parents would probably be getting them both cars no matter what so why bother. She was starting to change her mind though.

Jean chewed her lips as she watched her mom and Becca go out on another girls day out trip together. She’d asked to tag along, as casually as she could, but the two had turned her down, as nicely as they could; they’d said they’d only planned for two and that the appointments were already set so they couldn’t change things around at the last moment.

Jean had shrugged and told them it was fine, but secretly she felt the sting of rejection, made all the worse by the fact it was by her own sister and mother doing it.

Her father was home so she went into the living room with him to not feel so alone. Sitting there on the couch, she thought back again on all the stuff her sister had been doing and decided maybe she should’ve been taking notes.

Thinking it over one last time, she made up her mind; she had to play catch up. Glancing over at her dad, she got up and sashayed across the room to the coffee table where she bent over at the waist to pick up a book, angling her ass towards his face. When she turned back, she saw Douglas hadn’t even taken his eyes off the TV.

Jean frowned lightly and sat back down. Something like that would’ve gotten a reaction out of her dad before, he might’ve even asked for a quick dip in her if he was feeling in the mood, but now it was like he hardly noticed her.

Jean thought back on all those times her dad asked her to sit on his lap and keep his cock warm as he watched a game or film. Having to jerk him off with her asshole was never the most comfortable way to watch something so she’d always roll her eyes, sigh dramatically and do it reluctantly. But now she found herself missing those moments, he hadn’t asked her to do that in a long time, in fact, Jean struggled to remember the last time he put it in her ass.

“Dad, do you need me or anything?” Jean asked, trying to sound casual. “I’m not doing anything, just reading this book, so you can use my ass a bit, if you want.”

“Oh that’s alright honey; I’m fine, but thank you for offering.”

“You sure dad? It’s been a while so I’m feeling pretty tight, I’d probably strangle that thing once you get it in me,” she said, hoping to entice him.

“Yeah, I’m sure honey,” Douglas replied.

Jean nodded and smiled but felt that sting again. She went back to her room, the book forgotten on the couch.

Standing in her room, Jean looked herself over in the mirror. She bit her lip as her eyes roamed over her reflection. She’d never given much thought to her clothes at home, she just threw on whatever was comfortable, but seeing her baggy shirt and sweats, she had to admit it didn’t do her any favors. Jean threw them off and rummaged around in her closet. Picking out a skirt and a halter top, she tried those on instead.

Going back to the mirror she turned this way and that before looking over her shoulder at her ass. Jean frowned; the skirt went almost past her knees. She knew she had a nice ass, but it’d be hard for anyone to tell in that. Jean tried rolling it up at the waist but that just bunched the material up and made it look weird.

She glanced towards Becca’s side of the room. Chewing her lips for a second, she decided to borrow some stuff from Becca. The sisters normally had the same style and always swapped outfits. But lately Becca had been wearing different things she never used to so Jean stayed away from her wardrobe. It didn’t take Jean long to find some stuff she thought would work.

She pulled on a short, loose tank top first. The top barely reached her belly button and the straps were thin enough that they only covered her boobs if she didn’t turn, and didn’t cover anything if she bent forward even a little. Jean pinched the straps together with one hand where they caught on the side of her boobs so she stayed exposed. She nodded in satisfaction; it wouldn’t take much to ‘accidentally’ show skin.

She shimmed into the ripped booty shorts next. Those were so small that she could see her cheeks peeking out from under the hem, even when she wasn’t bending over, and when she did, they barely covered anything. The ripped fabric stretched easily when she moved and showed slashes of her butt.

Looking at herself in the mirror made Jean feel a little weird, she had a small urge to bring her hands up to cover herself and couldn’t put a finger on why. She almost felt like she looked inappropriate before shaking off the strange thought, chalking it up to the fact it just wasn’t her usual style.

Jean was about done and ready to give her dad another try before she spotted one of Becca’s toys, a bright pink buttplug. Remembering all those times she saw Becca plugging up, she figured it was probably worth a try. Snatching the toy off the top of Becca’s drawers, she gave it a once over with her mouth before pulling down her shorts a little and slipping the toy inside with a wince. It was one with a ring handle so when Jean pulled her shorts back up, she saw the bright pink handle hanging out from one leg of her shorts. If this doesn’t work, nothing will Jean thought confidently.

It didn’t take long for Jeans’ father to notice the change in outfit. Douglas’s eyes drank in the view of Jean’s legs and tight stomach as she walked back into the living room and plopped herself face down on the couch. Seeing the pink ring jutting out from her shorts very quickly made up his mind.

Douglas swallowed. “Honey?”

Jean raised herself up onto her elbows so her dad could see her tits through sides of her top. “Yeah?”

“Can I still take you up on that offer?”

“Sure,” Jean said shrugging, trying to seem casual.

“Thanks honey. Would you mind getting on the floor?”

Jean climbed off the couch and did. Jean stared at her book but wasn’t reading a single word as she waited for her dad to mount her and slip inside.

She did her best to act normal but her heart was practically racing as she felt her dad pull down her shorts and get a look at the plug inside her. What’s wrong with me, I go a month without dad in my ass and suddenly I’m a nervous schoolgirl?

She felt his tip at her entrance for just a moment before he pushed in. Jean sucked air between her teeth as she welcomed the familiar stinging of cockmeat as Douglas drove deeper into her. Jean hadn’t been kidding before, the month of not having anything up there had left her very out of practice, it was almost like her first time all over again. Jean exhaled slowly as she tried to get reacquainted with assfucking.

It wasn’t easy but Jean took it without a sound. She grit her teeth as her dad entered her colon and rearranged her insides, forcing the bend there straight as he bottomed out in her. That was usually the worst part of anal for her but this time she welcomed the feeling like an old friend. Jean was just glad that things were getting back to normal as the cock battered its way deeper into her guts.

Jean gripped at the carpet with white knuckles as her dad settled into her. She knew it was just because she’d gone so long without having anything back there but it didn’t change the fact she felt like she’d never been fuller.

Then her dad began pulling out. On the outstroke, Jean almost felt like her insides were being pulled out. Her asshole gripped to Doug so tightly that it dragged her anal walls as it slowly slid out. She tried her best to keep quiet but a groan escaped her lips.

“What’s wrong honey?” her father asked concerned.

“Nothing,” Jean groaned. “Just a little out rusty is all. Don’t worry.”

“Are you sure honey? We can stop if you want.”

“I’m sure dad, keep going,” Jean said. She didn’t want to stop since he’d just go straight to her sister when she came back if they did, putting her even further behind the curve, even if her dad would never admit to something like that.

“If you say so honey,” Douglas said unsure but unwilling to stop.

“Any good today, dad?” Jean asked as he slid back in, trying to change the conversation.

“You feel amazing. We should take little breaks like this more often.”

Jean saw an opportunity. “Yeah, you’ve been using Becca a lot lately. Maybe you should give her a break to tighten up again. We could swap places every few weeks so you always have something tight to stick it in.”

Jean knew her dad liked the idea if the twitching of his cock was any indication.

“T-that’s a good idea honey,” Douglas said as he pounded into Jean suddenly. The suggestion had wiped away any concern he might’ve had before and replaced it with hunger.

Douglas snaked his hands through the arm holes of Jean’s top and filled his hands with her supple flesh roughly as he pounded her into the floor.

Jean squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to endure the crash course reintroducing her to anal. She felt every stroke battering her insides and rearranging them but stayed put and took the beating, unwilling to quit when her sister hadn’t.

But the anal **** went on for so long that despite her best efforts, black tears of ruined mascara ran down her face, unnoticed by her dad. Only when Jeans tits were glowing red and her asshole a used up, raw, swollen mess did Douglas finally heave himself into Jean and dump his load inside.

Douglas rolled off his daughter after he finished, breathing heavily. Only then did he notice the black streaks marring Jean’s porcelain face.

“Jean! Are… Why didn’t you say something?” Douglas said quietly.

Jean waved him off. “Because I’m fine, honestly. It’s just been a while is all, but I’m OK.”

Douglas used his shirt to wipe off some of the mascara. “Then we should’ve taken it slowly. I really do wish you’d said something. I could’ve stopped.”

Jean leaned over and kissed her father on the cheek. “Dad, I’m a big girl, you don’t have to worry about me.”

Douglas shook his head. “What did I deserve to have a family like this.”

“Come on, we’re not done yet,” Jean said with a smile.

Spotting the pink plug nearby, Jean reached out and grabbed it. She tried to slip it inside but the second the toy touched the abused flesh of her asshole she hissed and pulled away. Taking a breath and steeling herself on the second attempt, she **** it in quickly and got up on shaky legs.

Jean knew if she wanted to catch up with her sister, she couldn’t take any short cuts; she couldn’t keep offloading the job on Becca. There was still one thing left to do and it was her dad’s favorite.

Jean made her way into the kitchen on unsteady legs with Douglas following close behind. She grabbed a glass off the counter and handed it to her dad who immediately knew what it meant. Jean sat down on one of the swivel stools, her asshole hanging off the edge.

Douglas placed the cup under the battered hole and slowly tugged out the toy. A vicious white waterfall poured out of Jean and filled the bottom of the glass. When she was empty, Jean swiveled around in the chair and took the glass from her dad. Doing her best to look seductive and not grossed out, she tilted her head back and poured the obscene drink into her mouth. With her dad staring transfixed, Jean opened her mouth to give him a better view before gulping it all down loudly.

Taking the plug back from him, she cleaned off a stray bit of cum on the toy before sealing herself back up. Getting to her feet, Jean kissed her father on the cheek again. “You’re welcome daddy,” she said.

“That’s my girl.”

~

Something something got their cars, still in competition with each other to be their parents favorite and anal.