Friday morning - another day, another dollar

You wake up to a wholly unfamiliar sensation. You are on your side, pressing against Nadia - your arm wrapping around her waist, your hips pressing against hers, and, you discover as you attempt to shift your weight, your cock is being squeezed between her thighs, already rising to full mast at your acknowledgment of the warmth that encapsulates it. Your fingers brush across the worn cotton of her nightgown, feeling the smoothness beneath. When was the last time you had laid like this with her? You don't know. Or you can't remember, at least.

Nadia had grown increasingly distant from you since the birth of Karina. Before her birth, you two fucked like rabbits - her friends could hardly pull her out of that studio apartment. Then she became pregnant, and you proposed. Karina was born sometime later, and you returned back to the United States, wife, and daughter in tow. From that moment forward, you had felt her slipping away from you, day by day until you were left with the cold and frigid woman who only served as a glorified housekeeper. All traces of that fiery passion - gone.

That is why, as you lay there with your hand caressing her stomach and having your cock wedged between her thighs, you can only feel surprised. Why had she not pushed you away? How is this happening?

Your question is answered for you, though, when a faint snore escapes from her lips. Of course - she is asleep. Nadia had always been a heavy sleeper. Still, it leaves you in a precarious situation. She would be pissed if she woke up like this, but you are unable to beat away that lumbering beast who rears his head beneath the surface of your soul. Without thinking, your hand drifts across her waist and dances up to her chest, until your fingers sink into the warm flesh of one of her breasts. The thick, supple nipple beneath your palm immediately hardens, and you are unable to help yourself as you massage her supple tit.

Nadia pushes against you, her long auburn hair wrapping itself around your face, as her hips slide your tented cock a little further in. A warm sensation sinks into and spreads across your tip - her pussy, you realize with a skip of your heart. You have not felt it in years, and somehow it still calls you in like your childhood home. Unwillingly, you slide your hips just a little closer, sighing as the warm wetness sinks around your head just a little more.

Another snore from Nadia, and she wiggles against you. A faint whimper escapes her lips as her hips twist on top of your stuffy mattress, the head of your cock teasing and caressing the doorway to your lost oasis. You know you are pushing it though, so you give her tit one final caress and pull away, easing out of bed in the darkness of your room.

You would love to stay and do more, but she is sleeping, and it is wrong. Even if she is your wife - she should consent to anything you do to her, no excuses. Not even to satiate the hungry touch of a lonely old man.

You head into your shared bathroom, your cock still pitching a nine-inch tent in your shorts, the head of your rod wet with Nadia's slumbering juices through your pajama shorts. You stare at yourself in the mirror, your hard cock drawing your attention, and you realize you need to relax. It had been a few weeks since you had last masturbated - it is time to release some tension.

You turn the shower on to let others know the room is occupied, slide your shirt and shorts off, and lean against the counter. You close your eyes, recalling the sensation of Nadia in your arms and her breast in your hand, her wetness pushing against you as she subconsciously aches to bring you in. Your hand begins to pump up and down, as you close your eyes. Daydreams and fantasies fill your mind as the noise of the shower surround you, the warm steam caressing your skin like a lost lover, drawing you further into your fantasy. Nadia stands in front of you, bending over in front of the kitchen table and begging for you to fuck her. She spreads her legs, sliding a finger between them and into her glistening cunt, the wet hole calling you home and begging for you to -.

"Dad, what the!"

Your eyes blink open just in time to see the door slam closed. Oh, shit. You pull your pajama shorts back on and poke your head outside, to see Karina leaning against the walls, her face flushed red and coated in a thin layer of steam. Your eyes meet, an alarmed and confused glimmer filling hers.

"Karina, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to walk in like that, I thought the door was locked and you were still asleep. I -"

She holds up a hand to stop you.

"It's okay, dad. I do it too. I just didn't expect to find you like... that. I, um... I'm gonna go back to my room. I'll see you downstairs in a little bit. Can you knock on my door when you're done?"

"I - sure, Karina, I will. Sorry again."

She nods and heads back into her room, and you return to the shower. Your cock deflated in the stress of the moment, so you decide to forget about it for now. You quickly shower, get dressed, and head downstairs. You plant a firm knock on Karina's door along the way, and she says she'll join you soon.

You prepare you and your daughter breakfast, just as you had the day prior and a thousand days before, and set the plates out to eat. Before long, Karina joins you downstairs, already dressed in her school uniform and ready to go, and takes a seat at the table.

"Thanks for breakfast, dad."

"Yeah, no problem, Karina. Again, I'm sorry about earlier."

A faint blush creeps back onto her cheeks, but she says nothing. Instead, she rises from her chair and opens the refrigerator. She starts looking in the top, slowly searching lower and lower, as you watch. Your eyes widen as you realize what is happening. Her shoulders drop below her waist, searching for something in the lowest drawer, and dragging her skirt up higher, revealing a pair of simple white cotton panties with little flowers decorating them. Your turn to blush. A heavy warmth spreads across your face as she continues to search the bottom drawer, twisting her hips as she looks and sending her skirt bouncing around. Her panties are hidden, then visible again, then hidden, then visible. it is too much to take, especially after the morning, and your cock hardens in your slacks. Fuck. No, not this. You are unable to look away though, and your eyes stare into her crotch with no small amount of desire - searching the edge of her panties, looking for some peek into what lies beneath, then sliding across to her bulging labia that presses against the tightly woven cotton, which sinks into and between, only rising where it meets the hill of her clit and the mound around it. You want to see what lies beneath that snowy barrier, your body aches for it, and you need it. Your sudden desires are destroyed, though, when she pulls a can of orange juice from the drawer and stands back up, her eyes darting back to you and meeting yours.

"Found it," she says, returning to the table with a blush of her own. Almost as if she too were excited.

You sit at the kitchen table, eating your breakfast, as your nine-inch rod pounds against the wooden top from below, eager to break free and unleash its wrath upon the world. It doesn't, though, and soon Karina rises to leave for school. She starts to walk down the hallway, but she returns and walks to stand beside you. She leans down, her face only an inch from yours, and plants a wet kiss on your cheek.

"Have a good day, daddy. I can't wait for our date tonight. See you after school."

With that, she disappears onto the street, leaving you to sit befuddled at your kitchen table. Not knowing what else to do, you open your phone and check the app.

Nadia Malyshev

• Affection Score: -35 (0)
• Love: -28 (0)
• Lust: 15 (+15)
• Notes: Mother of Karina Malyshev. Your wife.

You pause - it seems Nadia enjoyed your cuddling more than you thought, although her love and affection are unchanged. She still hates you. Another problem to figure out, then.

Karina Malyshev

• Affection Score: 14 (+0)
• Love: 40 (+2)
• Lust: 5 (+3)
• Notes: High school senior, preparing for college. Your daughter.

Why is her lust going up? Love, you understand. But lust? Your own daughter is lusting after you? No - no way. You must be misunderstanding what the stat means.

Or maybe not. Maybe what happened in the shower was more impactful than you thought. Maybe her seeing your cock, full mast and twitching, had awakened something in her. Maybe that was why she had bent over so clearly by the refrigerator, blushing afterward as though it was an accident. You shuddered at the thought. Your Karina - poor Karina - what have you done to her? What has this app done to her?