Hesitates

“I’m sorry” your wife says. “I can’t do it. I can’t corrupt our precious daughter.”

What a disappointment. Of course you realize you’re mostly to blame for transforming her into a bland, boring, basic bitch for your perverse pleasure.

You shake your head. “I thought maybe somewhere in there, was enough of the freak who I once met.”

Carolyn looks sad. She should be. She had no idea what’s about to happen, whether she likes it or not.

“Luckily enough of that freak got passed down to our daughter.” You lean in toward her frowning face. “You see, she and I have been planning this for months. And trust me, she doesn’t need you to corrupt her.”

Carolyn looks outright shocked.

“CANDICE!” You shout. And moments later your lovely daughter appears at your doorway, Black heels, thigh highs, panties, choker. No bra. Her young perky 18 year old breasts exposed for your and her mother’s pleasure.

“Is it happening, Daddy?” She asks

“It’s happening, Dear” you say, admiring the flesh of your perverted progeny.

“And Mommy is into it?” She asks.

You give her a wide grin. “Not at all. But that’s okay. Mommy is going to do whatever I tell her.” You peer at your wife “isn’t she?”

She’s tremors with anxiety. You can see the confusion, lust, and eventual submission flickering behind her eyes. She knows it. “I’m so confused, sir.” She says, tears almost building in her eyes.

And you feel pity “it’s okay, you say, caressing her boring face. Just do what I say, understand?”

She nods.

“You will not be allowed to cum after all.” You explain. “But you will be allowed to make your lovely daughter cum.”

With that, you position Candice between yourself and her mother. You place your hands on her soft hips, and slowly slip her panties down her thighs.

Carolyn stares at her daughter’s pussy as it’s exposed to her.

“Look at that beautiful twat.” You say. You can’t see it yourself, but you’re pretty sure it’s beautiful. “You made it. Now please it.”

And she does. She leans in, her lips quivering and places them against her daughter. And she begins to dine.

“Mmmmm” Candice moans softly.

It’s a wonderful image, your wife’s face gently grinding into your daughter’s wet crotch.

But that’s enough gentleness for one day. You take your position behind your girl, and slide your pants down to your ankles. Immediately your cock pops out and against her ass.

She giggles and peers over her shoulder at it.

You cup your hand at her chin and give her an order “spit.” She does. You take the wetness and slide it down into her ass, letting a finger slip into her young, tight asshole for just a second.

She gasps.

You give another command. “Spread”

She arches her back a bit and reaches her hands down to her ass and spreads those plump cheeks. It’s good that she’s learning to obey.

And there it is, her sweet untainted asshole. Just inches away your wife’s tongue tickles her twat.

No need to wait.

You shove your thick cock inside her. She screams through gritted teeth. You thrust.

Thrusting your cock into her ass, also thrusts her body forward into Carolyn’s face as she’s trying to work wonders with her maternal tongue.

It’s wild. It’s sick. It’s wonderful.

You thrust and thrust. You’ve never felt anything so tight around your cock.

Candice pants and moans and squeaks.

You place your hands on her sweet hips. Her flesh is sweaty. The room smells of sex, sex between a mother, father and daughter. The sound of your body slapping against your girl’s mixes with the sounds coming from her lips.

There are so many things you want to do. You want to penetrate her throat, slap her young tits, pull her hair, introduce her to her mother’s wet pussy and asshole. But you’re already ready to cum.

And you wonder if Candice, like her mother is a quick cummer.

“Mmmm.... mommy.....MOMMY! Eeeeeee!”

Yup.

You grab a handful of her long hair, and pull it, arching her back and tightening her body as you dump your jizz inside her asshole.

Heaven.

And then it’s done. You’ve cum. Candice has cum. Carrie has not. But she deserves what’s coming to her.

She pulls her face away from her daughter’s pussy. It’s a wet mess.

You caress Candice’s sweaty body as it heaves up and down with exhaustion. “Remember that thing I told you you could do to your mother.”

“....yes”

“Remember that time you wanted a pet bunny and she told you no.”

Candice grows a big grin. She leans her face in toward her mom and spits. The thick wad hits Carolyn on the eye. “Cunt”

“Yes” your wife whispers in response, closing her eyes and accepting whatever she now considers pleasure.

Of course if she likes being the subject of her daughter’s cruelty, you have an idea.