See your daughters

"They're in the kitchen, dear," she purrs after you raise your cum-dribbling lips from between her decadently adorned pussy flesh. The pink, swollen lips of your wife's thoroughly bred cunny throb back at you.

Without bothering to put any clothes on to cover your shameful, aching bitch clit, you shuffle out of the room, leaving your soiled marital bed behind. The condescending tone in your wife's voice as she gave you directions to see your stupidly hot bimbo daughters wasn't a good sign. As you passed through the doorway, the sight of your thickset {if

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} girls made your knees tremble.

Their three thick bodies are hugged tightly by illustrative lingerie that leaves only the best parts to the imagination. Each daughter of yours was blessed by their mother to have heavy cantaloupe-sized tits or bigger with their protruding nipples barely clothed by lacey, expensive-looking drapery. It was never within the family budget to buy something so luxurious, especially not for three, but someone had clearly made a purchase while you were away.

"Hi, Dad! You're finally back," your oldest giggled with her shoulders pressed together and her fat milkable cow tits forming enough cleavage to immerse your fully engorged dicklette{if

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}. Seeing your own kin dressed so provocatively after all the time you spent jerking off to fantasies like this took your breath away. You couldn't even form a coherent response other than to stare at the way her puffy nipples bulged against the slightly transparent fabric.

"Daddy, what took you so long," your youngest--and most petite--joined in a tempting voice. She knew she had a special hold over you because you'd constantly dote on her as she grew up. Now that she was a fully-fledged woman, her sway on you brought shivers up your shaft. She was your darling and could get away with anything her heart desired, even at your expense.

Your middle child, more reserved than the other two, sneered at you. "You've come back to us with nothing? What kind of provider you are," she mocked with slender arms crossed underneath her plentiful bosom. Her resentment was palpable, but her daughterly love prevented her from being wholly cold-shouldered to you.

In unison, all of their eyes went to your firm, rigid shaft as it leaked from the achingly attractive trio of girls in front of you.

"That's a lot smaller than I thought it would be," your youngest chirped. A deep sense of shame washed over you--you were being judged by your own daughters for your meager dick size! However, your dicklette twinged. The embarrassment of being inadequate to not only your wife, but also your plump-chested daughters was corrupting you into a man who desired to be inferior.

Your girls approached you all at once, surrounding your defenseless body and taking the opportunity to feel you up. Light touches along your torso bathed you until one, you couldn't tell which, finally broke the barrier between parent and child and went for your rock-solid{if

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} erection. Your dick jolted with her touch and spurted out a healthy wad of precum. You couldn't control your depravity and humped your daughter's silky palm, lubricating it with your essence.

"How can you even call yourself our dad with something this tiny?" Another enormous shot was coaxed out of you by her cutting words. With your knees giving way beneath you, you were soon on the ground. Light was eclipsed by three pairs of magnificent tit-flesh overhead, wobbling with each slight movement your daughters made.

You were now at the same level as their bare feet. They had never caught your attention before, but now that you are being **** to admire them up close, they stir a new sexual desire in you.

"Ew, he's looking at my feet!" Your youngest daughter jerks her polished toes away from you in disgust.

"Creepy old pervert!" Your second-oldest chides, kicking your side.

The wisest of the bunch says something chilling. "We should be using this to our advantage, don't you think?" Her foot gently rests on your grape-sized nuts and brushes the base of your painful erection. You need to cum so badly, even if it is to the sensation of your daughter's foot rubbing into your groin.

You let loose an eruption of sticky, hot cum onto the top of your eldest daughter's supreme dorsal, but her **** doesn't stop there. She uses her sole to smear it all over your sullied groin while leering at you deviously. "Look at how weak he is. We can do anything to him, and he can't stop us. Right, Dad?"

The other two join in, dipping their toes in the pool your semen flood has caused, wiping your essence against your stomach and thighs to turn you into their messy father.

You have no say, or desire, to stop them. You're utterly beholden to their whims, just like you are to your wife. No amount of bargaining, pleading, or begging would ever convince them to see you as a true man again. Your new life begins today as a docile, subservient cuck to your wife and daughters, powerless to control their inhibitions as they get fucked the whole town and more. You'll be lucky to watch and clean up after they're done, and even luckier to get relief of your own in the most degrading, depraved ways your family and their bulls can concoct for you.