He Wanted To

I wanted to refuse, but my lips wouldn't move.

"Reward your good girl," she said, and slowly dropped to her knees. "I need it..."

A stronger man than I would have pushed her away. A stronger man would have walked out of that room.

Mary's a good wife, and an even better mother. I know she would have found some way of overcoming the hormones, of making her way through the two weeks without...

...without taking my cock in our daughter's mouth.

If I were a better person, a better husband, a better father, I would have walked away. But I'd just seen my daughter's pink pussy clench in orgasm. I was in shock.

I was in shock, and more turned on than I was comfortable with.

And my wife needed me.

I didn't make a sound as Mary slowly stroked our daughter's hands up and down my erection. I just watched, unable to move, barely able to breathe, as my daughter's wet hands wrapped around my girth.

My wife's attention wasn't on my face. She was staring at my cock, enthralled. It was a cock she'd seen hundreds of times before, but now...she looked fascinated

Awed.

With a soft moan, she began to worship it.

My daughter's lips moved to the head of my cock, and she spent several minutes just kissing it. Now my wife was the unintelligible one - she was whispering what sounded like gibberish, terms of endearment, with the occasional "Yes", "Please", and one or two "Good girl"s thrown in.

When my daughter's mouth opened, and my wife filled it with half of my cock - that's when I really should have done something.

Instead, I groaned.

It's an unusual sensation, to have your cock be truly adored. It was obvious that my wife had been fantasizing about it for days and days - Rose's eyes went hazy as it entered her mouth, and her entire face lit up.

She continued to swallow as much as she could, and when her lips reached the base, she looked up at me proudly.

A tear ran down her face. God help me, it made me throb.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Mary pulled my teenager daughter's face back, until just the tip of my erection was resting on her lips.

"You have no idea how much I needed this," she whispered.

For the second time that night, I was repulsed and unwillingly aroused. With a ferocity that genuinely startled me, Mary moved our daughter's mouth down until it had once more engulfed my entire erection. Concern flashed through my body as she made a strong gagging sound - the concern faded as she pulled back and did it again, and again, and again.

The single tear was met by others. Mary sounded like she was literally **** our daughter on my cock. It was terrifying.

Terrifying, and far hotter than I wanted it to be.

It wasn't until she'd aggressively swallowed my cock three times that I noticed - one of our daughter's hands was on the base of my cock, while the other was between her legs.

Mary was getting off as Rose choked on my cock, mascara running down her face. Her lipstick was smeared on my cock - she looked like a porn star. My daughter looked like a dirty teenage whore.

"I'm cumming," I gasped, and Rose's eyes widened. I heard a buzzing sound - I have no idea when Mary had grabbed a vibrator, but even over the **** noise, I could hear the persistent hum as she held it against our daughter's clit.

With a loud groan, I thrust forward. I'd intended to be gentle, but in the heat of the moment, I lost control. As I pumped a load of my semen down my daughter's throat, a gurgling sound joined the gagging and humming sounds, and I watched as Rose reached her second orgasm in fifteen minutes, an additional string of semen flying out of my cock, mixing with her smeared makeup.

"Oh, god..."

"Oh, god..." my wife mirrored. "Andrew..."

"Mary, honey...I'm so sorry."

I reached down and wiped the semen out of my daughter's eyes.

"Honey, I'm...-"

"Andrew," my wife interrupted. Rose's eyes were shining with a mix of tears and pure joy. "Andrew...that was amazing."

By the time my wife's body returned, we'd cleaned up. Mary had managed to get a quick shower in, though she'd failed to convince me to join her.

I couldn't. I'd seen more of my daughter's naked, blushing, sweaty, pulsating body than a father should ever see.

I could hardly bring myself to look her in the eyes.

When Rose returned, I **** myself to act normal, but on the inside...

Truly, I wanted to die.

The feeling of my daughter's mouth around my cock, the sucking noises her mouth had made, the ****, the gulping as she swallowed my seed.

I knew that I'd be having nightmares about it until my final days.

Worst of all - worse even than the physical transgression - was the fact that it had gotten me off.

Any decent father wouldn't have been able to get hard, let alone cum. Any man with even a hint of morality wouldn't have been able to maintain an erection as his naked teenage daughter seduced him, **** his throat down her cock and rubbed herself to orgasm.

God. What was wrong with me?

"I got the dress," my wife's voice rang out. "Rose? Honey?"

"Hi Mom," Mary said chirpily, our daughter's hair wet from the shower. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god! You got it?"

"Yup! And you know what that means?"

On a normal evening, Mary and I would have made confused eye-contact. Tonight, however, I couldn't bring myself to look at my daughter's face.

I didn't know if I'd ever be able to again.

"Fashion show!" Rose said cheerfully, and my wife clapped my daughter's hands enthusiastically.

"You hear that, Andrew? Fashion show!"

"Please," I said, in a chilly voice. "Don't call me Andrew."

"Sorry Dad," Mary said, rolling our daughter's eyes. "Come on! You know you want to see the fashion show."

"I really, really don't," I said, ignoring the disappointed look on both my girls' faces as I went straight to bed.