Send her to work.

With a hand, you push your daughter's head down on your cock while your wife watched from the door. She moaned loud, getting another mouthful of the flavor of her parent's fucking, the pussy juice and cum slurry still coating your balls.

"My love, my wife, my insolent little fuck machine..." you say, not knowing where the words were coming from and you can't help but wonder if the formula might be affecting you the same way. Your daughter moaned and so did your wife. Both women reached between their thighs and started playing with their dripping holes; your daughter's cunt almost as loud as your wife's cream-filled chasm.

"Yes...Master..." she purred out, her fingers slipping up her body. You could imagine her clothes getting soaked in the load as her silohette arched in the door way before she audibly sucked the cum mixture from her fingers and dipped her other hand inside. You could watch her knuckles work while your daughter inhaled your cock, coming up for air with a sharp, exaggerated intake of breath before moaning like a whore and slurping her way down your cock as noisily as she could.

"Who makes the rules here?" you **** out as your daughter's tongue is actively searching for more of her mom's honey on your throbbing cock. You start fucking her mouth, holding her in place with a fist closing and knotting in her hair. She gasped around your dick and you heard her pussy get wetter as it splashed around her fingers.

"You do, Master," your wife said, her voice quavering while her fingers splashed. You could see her knuckles dripping with cum between her thighs.

"Did you try to tell Master what to do?" you grunted in between sylables as your hips hit your daughter's lips. She gagged and glurked around your cock on every stroke, her spit hot as it flowed out of her gag-reflexless mouth and throat.

"I'm so...uh...fuckkk....I'm so fuckk...I'm....FUCK!" she said her legs quivering and her pussy opening up. She made a show of the two fingers between her thighs turning into three, becoming four. Her pussy juice just flowed. In response, Rebecca's cunt also started flowing as she heard her mother cumming.

"You're so what?" you growled, ready to cum...again...somehow...

"Sorry! Sorry! FUCK SORRY!" she panted out in time with the orgasmic waves punching her in the clit while she practically fisted herself watching her daughter suck her husband's cock.

"Good girl," you said, again, out of nowhwere.

The response that you got wasn't quite language and she collapsed in the hall, her fingers still splashing, her cum splattering on the door and the carpet audibly.

"Now stop playing with that cunt and go to work," you say and start pumping into your daughter's face even harder. She pulled up to take a deep breath and said, "But Daddy..."