Until lunch, my daughter did not leave her room. Then, when Natasha called everyone to eat, she finally appeared - not completely naked, but in shorts and a top that exposed her shoulders and tummy. I caught myself thinking that in such open summer clothes she looks even sexier than completely naked. Sasha was still sulking at me, but I nevertheless decided that she would not refuse another cum in her mouth.
-- Daughter, a small aperitif before dinner. You do not mind? -- I asked her, unzipping my fly.
Sashenka continued to sit at the table with pouting lips, clearly making it clear that she was still angry with me. I got up from my seat, walked up to her and was about to pat my daughter's hair, but the girl dodged my hand and said:
- Maam, dad is again pretending that he is interested in me in terms of sex! It's not funny anymore!
- No! I just want to cum in your mouth, nothing more! No sex! Kisses, caresses - ugh! -- I hastened to make a grimace of disgust, swinging my trembling penis right in front of my daughter's face.
Sasha looked at me with suspicion.
"Dad, of course, I'm not at all against irrumation, but it's important for me to figure out one thing - why are you playing with your face like that, pretending that you want me, and not just cum somewhere?"
- Uh... You see, Sashul, I just love you like a daughter and it seems to me that the illusion of attraction will help you feel more pleasure during the process...
The daughter's eyes widened and her cheeks turned red:
- What other pleasure, dad? Sexy?! - she hissed in rage.
- Mechanical! Purely mechanical! Moisture, friction, pulsation - that's all. You said it yourself, remember? No sexual innuendo!
"I remember," my daughter muttered, sighing. - Well then, you're probably right. Maybe I should also pretend that I care about my own father in terms of sex.
I shrugged. Sashenka smiled and opened her mouth. Natasha, meanwhile, began pouring hot borscht into plates. I felt the pleasant aroma of food and at the same time enjoyed the lovely sight of Sashenka, ready to receive her father's dick with her innocent, pretty lips. When suddenly she closed her magic mouth and looked at me sternly:
- But it's your mother's responsibility now, isn't it?
- Certainly! - I wasn't lying too much - Natasha in an apron over her naked body with a ladle in her hands excited me beyond measure. But the sight of the daughter, ready to swallow her father's sperm, completely pulled the rug out from under her feet.
Satisfied with my answer, my daughter opened her lips again. But then she pulled back again and looked at her mother.
- Mom, but you can't have sweets before dinner! I'll ruin my appetite!
- If you don't spoil it, I'll try to insert it deeper so that you don't even feel the taste! - I said.
- Mom, are you sure I won't feel it? -- the daughter turned to her mother, obviously relying on her much greater experience of oral sex.
- I guarantee it, Sashul! But only if dad inserts very deeply. Pay attention - he has a bigger head than Zhora, can you handle it? - Natasha asked worriedly.
- I think yes! -- the daughter nodded and again took an expectant pose, slightly sticking out her tongue.
Finally, I swung forward and my penis lightly touched her mouth. And the next moment Sasha's lips were already wrapped around the penis, making me gasp in admiration. I made movements in my daughter's tender mouth, filled with bliss. And the daughter's mouth filled with saliva, giving rise to fantastic squelching sounds.
Taking the girl by the back of her head, I began to move a little faster. Natasha looked at this picture as if enchanted. Her mouth opened slightly in surprise, and I continued to enjoy the irrationation performed by our daughter. Seeing that she was watching, I tucked a lock of my daughter's hair behind her ear so that Natasha could see better. It's interesting that Sasha's palms didn't lie still--in the process, she was fiddling with her nipples right through the fabric of her top. Wet squelching sounds filled the kitchen, delighting and exciting everyone in it.
And then I felt the finish line approaching. Apparently, Sasha also caught the pulsation, because she pressed her lips together more tightly, preparing to swallow my sperm. I remembered my promise not to spoil my daughter's appetite, so just before the eruption I pressed the back of the girl's head, pushing my penis deeper. Sashulya gagged desperately, trying not to choke, and I stubbornly pressed, wanting to touch my daughter's chin with my balls.
In the end, I didn't succeed, but what I was sure of was that the sperm poured straight into Sashenka's throat, bypassing the taste buds on her tongue. When I removed my hands and my daughter was able to free herself from the dick strangling her, I saw in the girl's eyes, in addition to tears, also pleasure and pride in her skill.
- Wow! Daughter, you are simply a master! - Natasha kissed our child on the forehead.
- Thanks, mom! -- the girl broke into a grateful smile. I wanted to kiss her flushed face, but I restrained myself, remembering our stupid rules.
"Yes, Sasha, I'm amazed how quickly you mastered deep throat."
- Well, I have a wonderful teacher! -- The daughter looked at Natasha. All three of us laughed joyfully, and then started eating.
***
After dinner, Natasha and Sasha suddenly began to whisper. I saw my wife's and my daughter's cheeks turn red, and I was filled with anticipation. What if they're talking about double blowjobs? So that my daughter licks my balls, and Natasha sits on the shaft? Or vice versa? Or would they both take it from the sides, using their tongues, and kissing at the same time?! I literally got drunk from such pictures, which my imagination helpfully slipped into my hands. But, as it turned out later, that was not what they were talking about at all.
"Arkasha, we need to talk seriously," Natasha said, coming up to me.
