Antonio walks in on his slender daughter getting creampied

Deception and Devotion: A Daughter's Secret

The Tutoring Session

The afternoon sun slanted through the half-drawn curtains, casting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets where Miranda lay sprawled, her body glistening with sweat, her thighs sticky with the evidence of Stefano’s relentless attention. The air was thick with the musk of sex, the scent of their coupling clinging to every surface, every breath.

Stefano’s hands gripped her wide hips, the middle-aged man's fingers digging into the soft flesh of her bubble butt as he drove into her again, his cock thick and unyielding, stretching her in ways Antonio’s pathetic little prick never could.

*PLAP!*

*PLAP!!*

*PLAP!*

"Fuck, Maria," Stefano groaned, his voice rough with exertion, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision. "You’re so fucking tight today."

Miranda bit her lip to stifle a moan, her fingers twisting in the sheets. She should have corrected him—should have laughed in his face and revealed the truth—but the thrill of deception, of stealing her mother’s pleasure, was too intoxicating to resist.

"Mmm, harder," she murmured instead, arching her back, her ass jiggling with every thrust. "Just like that."

Stefano obliged, his pace quickening, his balls slapping against her clit with every pounding stroke.

"God, I love this ass," he growled, his palm cracking against her cheek, leaving a red handprint in its wake. "So fucking perfect."

Miranda whimpered, her cunt clenching around him, her body betraying her with waves of pleasure.

"Y-yes, yes—!"

Stefano roared, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with another thick, creamy load, his cum spilling out around his shaft, dripping down her thighs.

Miranda collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving, her mind hazy with satisfaction.

Then—

The front door slammed shut.

Sequence 18: The Hasty Cover-Up

"Maria? Stefano?" Antonio’s voice echoed through the house, his footsteps heavy on the stairs.

Miranda’s eyes widened.

Stefano froze, his softening cock slipping from her with a lewd pop, his cum oozing out of her well-used pussy.

"Shit," he hissed, scrambling for his pants. "Your husband’s home."

Miranda rolled onto her stomach, her fat ass still raised, the young woman's toned thighs glistening with their love-juices.

"Relax," she purred, reaching for a discarded textbook on the nightstand—Ancient Rome: A Historical Overview. She flipped it open to a random page, her expression innocent as the bedroom door creaked open.

"W-What the fuck... Miranda?!"

Antonio stopped in the doorway, his gaze flickering from Stefano—still buttoning his shirt—to his daughter, sprawled across the bed, her nakedness barely concealed by the sheets.

"What the hell is going on here?" Antonio snapped, his voice tight with suspicion.

Stefano cleared his throat, his smile full of guilty pleasure. "Ah, old friend... Just giving Miranda some extra, thorough tutoring. Roman history."

Antonio’s jaw clenched.

Miranda stretched, the sheet slipping further down her slender body, revealing the drying streaks of cum on her thighs.

"Stefano’s understanding is very deep, hitting all the right spots," she said, the raven haired beauty's soft contralto sweet, her eyes daring Antonio to challenge her.

Antonio’s face darkened, his fists tightening at his sides.

But he said nothing.

"Shit..."

Because what could he say?

The Silent War

As Stefano gathered his things, Miranda swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her feet dangling just above the floor, her thighs sticky with the remnants of their session.

"You should thank Stefano, Daddy," she murmured, her fingers trailing along her inner thigh, collecting a bead of cum on her fingertip. "He’s so much more educated than you."

Antonio’s eyes followed the movement, his cock twitching in his pants despite himself.

"Miranda—"

"Oh, don’t worry," she interrupted, her lips curving into a smirk. "I’ll clean myself up."

Then, with deliberate slowness, she brought her finger to her lips, her tongue darting out to lick Stefano’s cum from her skin.

Antonio growled, his rage and lust warring in his chest.

Stefano, oblivious to the tension, clapped Antonio on the shoulder.

"She’s a quick learner," he said, his voice cheerful. "Just like her mother."

And with that, he strolled out of the room, leaving Antonio alone with his slutty daughter—and the truth he couldn’t admit.