These stories are glimpses into the lives of daughters who fuck their daddies. I will not be expanding on them. All characters are 18+, and this is a work of fiction.
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My feet pounded the pavement in time with the bass thumping in my ears as I made the final turn onto my street. Sweat dripped down my back despite the way my breath fanned out from my lips in smoky puffs.
This was my second punishing run today. Anything to get all this pent up energy out of my body. I would much rather be having the kind of rough sex I enjoyed over the summer but my parents' work schedules had changed during my first semester at school. And now there was never enough time or privacy for sex.
I craved it like a woman starved. The toe curling orgasms, the perfect feeling of being full. Of both cock and cum. Granted it would probably be easier to get laid if the cock I couldn't stop thinking about didn't belong to my own father.
When we'd started having sex two days after graduation and two months after my eighteenth birthday, there was no risk of being caught. Daddy worked during the day as an orthopedic surgeon and Mom worked nights as an ER nurse.
A hospital brought my parents together, and twenty years later it kept them apart long enough to give me three months of the best sex of my life. Not anymore though. My mother was back on days and this was shaping up to be the longest winter break ever. Being around Daddy every day, knowing how he could make me feel, and not being able to have him? Fucking torture.
The bottom of my driveway came into view, and I pushed myself hard on the straight stretch before slowing to a jog and then a walk. Doing a quick cool down to work out the tightness in my muscles, I let myself into the house.
Disconnecting my ear buds, I let my music drift from my phone and fill in the quiet spaces as I headed upstairs for a shower.
If Daddy's last surgery of the day ended on time, he and Mom would probably get home around the same time. Then I'd be forced to sit there and carry on a normal conversation like I wasn't crawling out of my skin and aching for Daddy's cock inside me.
I loved my mom. I really did. And I should probably feel guilty for fucking her husband. Or, more accurately, being thoroughly fucked by him daily for months. But I didn't. I actually felt worse about not feeling guilty than I did about what had gone on right under my mother's nose.
Cutting on the shower punishingly hot, I stripped out of my soaked running clothes and stepped under the spray, tipping my head back and running my fingers through my hair to wet it. I didn't realize anyone else was even home yet let alone in the bathroom until my music shut off.
I sighed. It was probably Mom. She usually beat Daddy home by a few minutes every day. Let the charade commence.
"Hey, Mom. How was your day?"
I was met with silence save for what sounded like the click of the door closing and the pop of the lock. But I swore I could still feel the presence of someone in the bathroom with me.
"Mom? Do you know what time Dad's going to be home?"
A chill swept over my skin when someone pulled the shower curtain back, and I yelped in surprise. Except it wasn't my mom standing there, it was Daddy, naked and fisting his thick cock as he looked me up and down.
"Daddy's home early, baby. And I need to be inside my pussy."
Daddy stepped into the shower and closed the curtain behind him. Wrapping his free hand around my throat, he pushed me back against the shower wall and pressed his lips to mine. His fingers flexed when I didn't immediately open for him, his tongue sliding along my bottom lip until they parted.
