No, it's customary for all women in the household to get Mallory's treatment in the morning.

"Tsk tsk," my tongue clicked, in mocking wryness. "You must really want to go shopping," a quick blink, "since you seemed to have forgotten about one of your favorite parts of the day..."

Suddenly, whereas before they were still somewhat comfortably wrapped, if pleasantly displayed, in her wine-red trousers, Charlotte adjusted her stance, and her butt shifted to make its round, apple globes very apparent through her shorts. She was no longer at the previously, fairly safe 4-foot distance, having pushed out her ass into accidental-brushing range, and dropped her torso down until both hands clutched the upper part of her knees.

"What? Dad, are you kidding?" She flipped some hair over her shoulder before returning her head downward. "You BETTER not be leaving me out! You're not--you're not going to skip over my daily BUTT fucking! Are you Dad?" Suddenly, her head popped up over her back, eyes lasered to my own. "Dad."

"Don't worry." Reassuring her, I gestured, "Like always, I'm here for all the lovely women in this house of mine."

She squealed a loud 'YES!' before clearing her throat and facing forward once more. She arched her back a little more, pushing out her butt even more tightly against her pants. Had to be honest; she did a great job twerking that tight little rump not so long ago. It was only fitting that she received her milky reward.

"Alright. Ready for me to squirt my cum inside of your butthole, sweetie?" I asked this while gently pulling on the top of her shorts. Her panties were a faded-pink pair. Decently cute over her fleshy buttocks.

"Yes yes yes! Yes, Dad, I'm so ready." Her voice shimmered with positive excitement. Definitely devoid of any hint of spite or sarcasm. No, this was, as I had intended, one hundred percent legitimate. My slender, black-haired Charlotte was genuinely, happily, wholesomely anticipating having her ass ravaged by her own old man.

So, of course, I obliged.

"Alright, hon." Unzipping my pants, I let them slip to the cobblestone and smacked her on her pantie-clad bottom as I let hers join them. Charlotte yelped in pain before devolving into a fit of giggles, wiggling her rear into my situated hand.

"Dad!" she reprimanded playfully. "Stop that!"

An opportunity to push and dig my palm into her lovely buttcheek -- which I did, even as a woman walking the dog took this as her cue to come by the front of our house and stop at the sight.

"Oh, hey Kate." Upon our eyes meeting, I threw up my free arm for a courtesy wave. Whatever glint of shock or disgust should have been contorting either brow was definitively non-extant as she flashed a gorgeous smile and returned the gesture.

"Hi Adam!" Chuckling, she stopped, firmly placing one hand on a hip. "Whatchyu and Charlotte doing there?" The brown haired, 30-year-old woman wiggled her brows as the corner of her lips tugged at an upward curl. "Let me guess. You giving your girls their daily raw assfuck?"

I carressed the smooth, warm skin of said girl's ass with both hands, ploughing her butt meat with minimal regard for the current down-the-street neighbor getting a clear view of my physical indulging. "Ding ding ding. Right you are, Kate." With a smile, I looked her in the eye. The woman was currently married to Flynn Hardison, and had two tots of her own. She was a fit one, adorned in a scalp-showing cap, the visor nicely contouring her forehead. "Want to join?"

Rolling her eyes, the woman's gaze didn't even flutter as she kept it on me and fixed her dog's leash to our fence. "Oh, no! getting screwed up my butt chute by my next door neighbor? Nooo, no, that would be just horrible. Why, I very much have to decline. Unless, of course... you just happen to ACCDIENTALLY find your way in there! Then, well -- what can a gal like me do?"

I chuckled mirthfully along with her as she finished her witty monologue and hurried over to Charlotte's side, stopping with a few small, showy hops. "You rascal! This will be quick," she slapped my arm playfully, laughing. "Just don't tell my husband, yeah?" This she added before spinning and bending over at the same angle as my daughter. Without a single prompt from me, she took her own leggings in her hands and peeled them down her sturdy, smooth legs, ass popping out before me like a pop-up book spread. They looked to be somewhat tanned, showing off a distinctive tanline.

Charlotte and Kate exchanged quick greetings of their own, momentarily sending each other into excited whispers before bubbling back up once more. Meanwhile, I watched the pair of softly swaying asses before me, and pumped my hard dick to a pretty rock-solid hardness.

"Great to see you mingling with the neighbors, Charlotte. But..." I took a step forward, then pushed the tip of my cock against her puckering asshole. "...can you chew gum and walk at the same time, pumpkin?"

THRUST!

"Oof!! DAAAAAADDD!"

Kate burst out laughing at the sight of my daughter's water-welling eyes. I, however, paid little attention, focusing the majority of it on my rhythmic thrusts, dick inside my daughter's insanely tight ass-hole.

Holy mackerel was this girl TIGHT! They say some uptight girls were born with a stick up their ass, but if that was the case, they never met Charlotte's asshole, because it felt like a sealed up tube with the way my flinger was ripping through its innards!

Still, Charlotte's painful cries blended in with howls for more -- chiding me, even, for not going deep enough.

"DAD! Come on! Freakin' SCREW me!!" Thrust, thrust, thrust! "Come on DAD, REALLY get it--EUPH--it in there!! Like--AGHCK--I want to--OOHF--BLEED for pete's sake!! **** that asshole, RIP ME UP!!"

"Like THIS?" I asked while speeding up my pace and augmenting each pelvic motion until the slap of my hips against her ass cheeks grew bawdy enough to put Dave Grohl's percussion to shame. "THIS THE RIPPING YOU'RE LOOKING FOR?"

Charlotte's body was now flailing wildly against mine with each colliding moment of impact I made against her, her hair a flying bet of directionless strands. I wasn't able to tell from this angle, but with a flitting thought, I could confirm that her eyes were practically fixed to the top of her head. "UGGGHHH YEAH, YESSS YESS THAT'S MORE LIKE IT--FUCK--YEEESSSS!"

"Mmm, that's the spirit," laughed Kate next to her as she patted Charlotte's shoulder comfortingly.

Geez. Like mother, like daughter.