Time to knock your daughter up with the help of your wife

You scratch your cheek. She is right, you don't have anywhere to be today. You shrug and unzip your pants, letting your already growing member to flop free. Susanne holds your daughter gently, before kissing her on the cheek. The innocent looking smeck on the cheek turns more lewd however, changing into passionate kisses on the neck. Prisha moans, her head already arching back, her eyes half closed and looking at Susanne, eyes filled with burning desire she didn't know she had before. Your wife pulls away to take off her own clothes, starting with her sweater that was clinging to her form, her breasts almost refusing to come out, but they do, two giant orbs of flesh, trapped behind a lacy bra. You remember them being B's, but they've grown to be more robust D's. She has certainly has gotten more robust in general since you fucked her for the first time. She is fat, but in a good looking way, with curvy lines, her belly hanging out slightly, her thighs smooth and pillow like, her hips perfect for baby making, her snatch plump, her ass enourmeous, rounded and rosy... She's a contrast to your daughter, who's more similar to how Susanne used to look. More petite, less meat on her bones, but still enough for her to look healthy. Her breasts are perky and small, her waist thin. Her arms are like twigs, your hand can wrap around them entirely, perfect for grasping and holding down. Yes, she's quite a bit smaller in stature than the both of you, a rigorous fucking could snap her in half if you're too rough.

"Do you know where to begin dear?" Susanne asks, shlicking your daughters clit with her fingers, her other arm wrapped around her back, fondling her left nipple.

"Well, I've only seen it in videos..." She lulls her tongue out of her small mouth, revealing her cute little overbite. Your wife nods, and motions for you to come closer. She moves Prisha gently to the floor, so that she's on her knees, with her thumb on her lip, forcing open her mouth, while her other hand gently rests on the back of her head, tilting it backwards a little. Her jade eyes wistfully gaze upon your twitching member in anticipation. You can't hold yourself back. You glide your tip against her lips playfully just to fuel her longing even more, letting her take a whiff of your manhood. You can see her blushing emerging from under her caramel skin, her face so warm and soft and smooth. She gives it a lick. And then two more. And then a long one that doesn't break contact, that circles the top, just under the cap. That sensation almost makes you consider cummming there and then, but you hold it in. You ease your cock slowly into her mouth, being gentle as she is your daughter after all; you don't want to hurt her or make her feel uncomfortable. She sucks a little, for now content with just an inch, her tongue cupping your head. She's a little amateurish, her teeth at times poking you, but she's still good, just not as good as your wife has come to be. But you're content with that, maybe even a little glad that she is; it's a change of pace, something a little diffrent. It can get perhaps a little stale when you only get head from a professional.

Prisha mumbles something, but with your cock in her mouth it's a little muffled and hard to hear. You ease it away from inside, but still hover it close. "What is it honey?" Susanne asks, "Is something wrong?"

"No, I was just saying I wanted more!"

You both grin, happy that your daughter has grown up to be such a slut. You have no reason to deny her, so you push it back in, most of your cock now envelloped in her moist, warm hole. You start to lose yourself, and subsequently, start to pay less attention at how rough you are, your cock picking up speed, thrusting into her. She starts to lose pace, unexperianced on how to deal with it, sucking and licking and bobbing, vainly attempting to pleasure you more, but you're pleasuring yourself just plenty. You finally give in to the waves of pleasure, that like waves of the ocean were crashing against the sea cliff that is your endurance, and you cum. You thrust and hold position, and she closes her eyes, her cheeks swelling up like a chipmunks would.

"Don't swallow just yet honey, we want to see you swallow for ourselves." Prisha nods like the little obediant slut she is, and cum starts to leak from the corners of her sealed lips. You take your cock out, her lips dribbling with hot, white, gooey cum. She looks flustered, her mouth tightly closed. She struggles to swallow her cum for a moment, but she gulps it down eventually, a visible lump travelling down her throat.

"You did very well dear; you're really growing up to be a spitting image of me, don't you think so honey?"

"Mom! Stop that!" She feigns annoyance, but she secretly enjoys being compared to her slut of a mother. She wipes some of the cum that was on her chin with her hands, and rubs it on your flaccid penis, slowly revitelising it to it's full length.

"Well since you ate your dinner nicely, I think you deserve a little dessert, don't you think so dear?" Susanne says, and you nod, already eyeing her smooth and rosy pussy.