His Daughter Naked

..my teenage daughter's naked body, writhing around on the bed as she touched herself.

"Rose!" I exclaimed, shocked enough to forget who I was talking to. Not twenty minutes ago, my daughter's body had been in the living room, fully clothed, playing with her phone.

"Andrew," she moaned, turning to look at me, her eyes burning with lust. "Please..."

I should have turned away. I wanted to turn away. But the sight...the smell...

I was overwhelmed. Frozen in place, like a deer in the headlights.

"Please, Andrew," my wife panted, using my daughter's hand to pull on her long, pink nipple. I didn't want to know it was long and pink. That was something I never, ever needed to know.

"I want to suck your cock. Let me suck your cock. Oh, god. Please. Please, honey...I need it."

"Mary, no!"

My reaction was immediate and instinctive...but despite my harsh tone, my wife didn't miss a beat.

"Once a day," she pleaded, using - to my horror - our daughter's 'cute' voice. "Once a day, Andrew. You promised."

I realized I was still staring at my teenage daughter's exposed flesh, and turned away.

"I promised once a day, but...honey, there have to be limits! You know there do."

"I need it," she repeated. "Honey, please. Please...I need it."

"No," I said firmly. "Love, no. I can't. We can't. Please, try to understand..."

"Andrew..."

I could hear the desperation in her voice, but worse; I could hear the wet sound of flesh on flesh.

Even as she was pleading for me to let her suck her cock, my wife hadn't stopped playing with our daughter's wetness.

From the sound of it, she hadn't even slowed down.

"You were very good this morning," I said, and she let out a loud moan in response.

"I'm so good," she gasped. "Yes! Oh god, yes...I'm your good girl.

"I'm your good girl..."

"Mary!"

I turned in shock, preparing to let my wife have it, to inform her just how unacceptable this behaviour was.

I was met with the sight of my daughter's legs, widely spread, as Mary showed off the pinkness between them.

"Oh, god."

"Look at me," Mary panted, and - god forgive me - I did. My daughter's hand sped up, and her eyes bored into mine. "Look at me..."

For the umpteenth time in six days, I was **** to watch my daughter's orgasm. I wish I'd looked away, but I was transfixed. My wife's skilful motions, my daughter's soft, small hand.

I watched as Rose's body twitched in orgasm, as her youthful legs were used to push her pelvis up, thrusting against the air, as she watched me watching her.

When she was done, I wanted to be sick.

"Mary," I gasped.

"Oh, god, Andrew."

"Mary, we...we can't."

At some point, I'd shut my eyes. When I reopened them, my daughter was standing in front of me, staring up at me. Mary had grabbed the blanket off our daughter's bed to cover her borrowed body, and Rose's wide blue eyes were full of love, full of concern.

"Andrew," she said softly. "...we already have."

"No..."

Mary raised Rose's hands to my cheeks, allowing the blanket to drop. Her firm tits with their long, hard, pink nipples came into view.

"We're in this together, my sweet."

A part of me wanted to cry.

"Now please. Please. Let me take care of this..."

My eyes widened as Mary skillfully undid my fly, and Rose's hands removed my erection from my pants.

I hadn't even noticed I was hard.

"That's...it's..."

Mary ignored my unintelligible rasping, and made full use of her twenty years of experience.

"I've been so good all morning," she said softly, and I suddenly realized it wasn't love and concern in her eyes.

It was lust.

Even after what sounded like an earth-shattering orgasm, my wife was still horny.

She still needed me.

"I've been so good all morning," she repeated. "Now please, reward me."