Mother's Need

The idea of fucking my daughter came across my mind more than once. "She does have a dick," argued the sex crazed side of my mind more matter-of-factly than it should have, really.

"But she's my daughter," argued the rational side of my brain. The slut in me scoffed at that.

"Yeah, you fucked your sister once. She took your virginity."

"That was different. I was young and stupid then."

"And you're not getting any younger or that much smarter. Tell you what, sneak in there and just take a peak. If it's not a good looking dick, then by all means, we can bail. After all, we need a REALLY good fuck."

There was an exasperated sigh inside my head. "What if she catches us? What if Lynn's not really into ****?"

"We're not gonna **** her. If she's not into it, we'll just find someone else to fuck. But I'm really hoping she is."

It was decided then. Wearing only a white button up shirt and nothing else, I crept in the early hours of the morning into the bedroom of my 19-year-old hermaphrodite daughter and noticed she wasn't under the covers. It was a hot night, and I could really blame her, and, as a bonus it made it easier to check her cock. It was a simple thing to slide reach into her boxers and pull out the beast. And it was a beast. Even limp, she was slightly bigger than her "father."

"Welp. Fuck. No turning back, now," I thought to myself and started to stroke it to life.