She's only a little mad

Rebecca doesn't even bother with a towel and with the backlight of the bathroom behind her, each sexy sway of her hips gives you a little peek of her distended pussy lips. You can see that she's dripping wet, and not just from the shower.

"Is that for me, Daddy?" she whispers huskily as she approaches your bed. "I could hear Mommy giving it kisses while I was in the shower," she said with a disapproving tone in her voice. She approached the bed and stood beside it, her eyes fixed on your fist as it slowly works up and down your shaft. In the dim light, airsoft, dripping pussy lips were barely visible is a ribbon of flesh, the palest pink showing in the shadow, her freshly shaved pale skin just a lighter shade of shadow next to her sex.

"What did you think when you heard Mommy giving it kisses?"

You hear her let out a soft sound, and her right hand drifts to her pussy slowly run up and down that ribbon of fuck meat. "I wanted it to be me. Mmmmm... Daddy, I came all over myself in the shower wanting it to be me." Your cock bucks in your hand as you hear that.

"I was wondering if mommy sucks cock is good as I do. Then I heard her say what a slut she is for dick right as she left." Rebecca says and pushes her fingers in between her pussy lips. You hear them separate and you immediately see her fingers start to glisten in the light coming from behind her.

"She said it awfully loud, Daddy. Do you think she wanted her little girl to hear that?" your daughter mews and pushes two fingertips into the knuckles into her pussy. You watch as her hand slowly flexes, and you know that she's softly digging at her g-spot.

"I don't know, sweetie," you answer honestly. the thought and the implications make your cock throb hard in your hand.

"She had to have tasted my pussy, you know," Rebecca says and then follows it up with a deep and throaty moan. Her whole body stiffens, as if simply saying that make her cum. You can only nod. "Do you think she liked it, Daddy?" she asked with all the sincerity of a great school girl who had made an art project for Mother's Day, not a lusty teenager who had sloppily fucked her father just before her mother suck that dick clean.

"She didn't stop sucking," you say. "If anything, she started talking dirtier than she ever has before." You watch Rebecca shiver with your words.

"I hope she liked it. Mmmm fuck, Daddy. I hope mommy loves it. I hope she wants more. I hope she wants to taste my pussy, Daddy."

if you could have come again, you would have right there. Listening to your daughter openly discuss some of your filthiest fantasies with hope and wanton lust in her voice should have been enough to drive you over the edge. But the fact that you just filled your wife's throat with a huge load of spoo only has you edging closer to a monsterous orgasm.

The two of you hear the door open. You both get a look of panic as you hear Maria's voice ring up the stairs. "Honey? Have you seen my keys?"

Your gaze flashes over to your daughter's face, and you see her wearing the dirtiest grin you have ever seen in your whole life. You can hear her still playing with her sopping wet cunt next to the bed while your wife rummages around downstairs....