Daddy's Slutty Girls

I woke the next morning to my wife tenderly nursing on my morning wood. I guess that answered the question of if the craziness of last night would mean divorce and ruin. Horny as my wife was, I couldn't remember the last time she'd woken me with a blow job. Who would have thought the trick was to order her to fuck our daughter's boyfriend, then put my bare cock in our daughter's tight pussy?

I let her continue for several minutes. She licked and sucked and trailed kisses all along the tip and bottom of my cock until she looked up and saw me watching her.

"Morning," she said, then tried to take me into her mouth.

I stopped her and pulled her up to spoon. She was naked still. And wet. I slid my cock into her from behind, wrapped one arm around her chest, and then reached my other down to gently rub her clit.

"Ah, John!" she gasped.

I kissed her neck and nibbled her ear. She humped back against me as I drove her toward an orgasm.

But at the last moment, I stopped everything. I held her in place, full of hard dick but unsatisfied.

"Tease," she said, twisting to kiss me. We made out briefly but intensely.

"I fucked our daughter last night," I said while looking right into her eyes. Her pussy clenched hard. I felt a fresh gush of wetness. "And you fucked Todd."

"Yes," Claire whispered. "I came hard with him."

"As hard as you do with me?"

Claire shook her head.

I grinned, kissed her on the tip her of nose, then pulled out.

"John, really?" Claire asked, clearly frustrated.

"What? It's breakfast time," I said heading to our bathroom.

When I came out, Claire was on the bed playing with herself. I scooped her up and carried her into the shower. She laughed and clung to me, obviously expecting a vigorous pounding. Instead I soaped her up and got us both clean.

Back out in the bedroom, she stood there naked and damp and glaring at me. "You're going to leave me horny?"

I pulled a pair of loose shorts up that wouldn't hide my dick even when soft. I headed to the door, but stopped and grinned at my wife. "A total MILF like you can't seduce a horny guy like Todd?"

Her eyes widened. Maybe she thought last night was a one time thing. I was going to show her it was just the start. Plus, for now I wanted Todd too drained to mess around with my daughter.

Ten minutes later she joined me in the kitchen. I'd started coffee and was chopping up ingredients when she walked in. Even at 39, my wife could make a fucking entrance. It helped that she had on nothing more than a short, loose crop top and panties, both gray. The crop top covered her breasts only when she stood perfectly straight and still.

The panties were cotton, cut high on her hips in the Brazilian style that was more exposing than bikini style but covered more than a thong. The high-cut made her legs look longer. Her feet were left bare, and she'd taken the time to dry her hair and put on a touch of makeup.

"How do you do that?" I asked as she swayed over to help with breakfast.

"Do what?" she asked innocently.

"Be so damn sexual while making it seem casual. Even unintentional."

She smirked, pleased with my reaction. "It's not too late to fuck me."

"I'm an old man now," I said. "You and Mia wore me out last night."

"Forty-one isn't old," Claire said, but she didn't push the point.

She wanted Todd again. Not for him but because she wanted to be a slut for me. I couldn't have asked for a better wife. Possessed by a sudden fit of raw desire, I kissed her hard and shoved fingers under her panties. She was wet. I fingered her hard until she started to pant, then stopped just as she was getting into it.

My wife took a deep breath while staring at me, but didn't complain.

"Slut," I said. "You want him."

"Only for you, Daddy," she said in a voice shockingly like our daughter.

I was tempted to take her right then and there. But I wasn't a young man enthralled to my base impulses. Well, not totally enthralled. I could delay gratification for a bigger reward. So instead of fucking my wife, we went about our normal Sunday morning routine. Or not so normal, considering my wife's outfit and my dick freely swinging in my loose shorts.

I had just sat down at our kitchen table with a cup of coffee when Todd joined us. He was frozen in the doorway staring at my wife's round ass. Her panties had pulled into a cute wedgie and her butt wiggled as she shifted her weight side to side. I'm not sure she was even aware of Todd.

"Mia up yet?" I asked. Claire looked over her shoulder, smiling when she saw Todd.

"Not yet," Todd said, looking away and blushing when he noticed me watching him. "She, uh, kicked me out. Said she was too sore to..."

He stopped, swallowing suddenly at what this implied. I tried to keep a gentle expression and looked over at my wife. When I raised an eyebrow, she licked her lips.

"Well her daddy's dick was a bit bigger than she's used to," Claire said. Then she bent lower over the counter, pushing her ass out. The wet spot on the crotch of her gray panties was like a beacon. Todd and I stared. "Mommy's not too sore. Go ahead, baby."

Todd took two eager steps forward then stopped. He looked at me as if uncertain. I gave a noncommittal shrug. It took him a few seconds to decide. But after last night there was only one conclusion he could come to.

He walked up behind Claire, pulled his erection out of his shorts, and rubbed it against her panties. She reached back and pulled them out of the way. Todd slipped in.

I sipped my coffee and watched as my daughter's boyfriend pounded my wife from behind. God, she was beautiful. I felt my heart and cock swell. I loved watching Claire move. Walking. Stretching during yoga. But the best of all was when she was turned on, and getting denied by me then fucked by Todd really got her going.

Her ass smacked against Todd's hips. He was less timid this morning, even throwing in a few smacks to her ass that had her yelping and moaning with delight.

I resisted the urge to stroke my hard dick. Denying Claire had meant denying myself. But I had other plans than rubbing one out.

Soft, warm hands wrapped around me from behind. "Morning, Daddy."

Mia kissed my cheek, then casually walked over to the pot of coffee. She was dressed for the day in a drapey tank top with cutout sides that exposed the entire sides of her rib cage and perky breasts, and a pair of high rise cutoff jeans that showed the tantalizing crease of where her butt and legs met.

Todd was so into fucking Mia's mom that he didn't notice his girlfriend until she was pouring herself a cup right next to him.

"Mia!" Todd said, his thrusts stalling.

"Don't stop," Claire gasped. She threw herself back at her young lover. "Mommy's almost there."

Mia slapped her boyfriend on the ass. "And you've got to hurry. Annie texted. Ride to the lake will be here in twenty."

I frowned. I had forgotten that Mia had plans to go swimming with friends today. That put a damper on my plans.

"Don't be sad, Daddy," Mia said. She put her coffee on the table, then bent to whisper in my ear. "I was a good girl. I didn't let him touch me even though I wanted to. I was so horny last night! It was haaaard not to let him fuck me this morning."

I growled and reached for her, but she danced beyond my reach and took a seat across the table. She sipped her coffee, staring above the rim at me. Fucking tease. Of course, I wasn't actually angry. Part of being good slut was knowing how to tease, to build anticipation for the eventual release. Mia was a natural. Or she'd had a lot of practice at college.

I sighed and took up my own cup only to almost spill it when Mia's foot slid between my legs and pressed against my erection.

I looked at her, but she was watching her mom get fucked. Her toes started to play against my dick. I gasped at the sensation. I wasn't much into feet but had to admit there was something nice about the lewd situation.

Her phone dinged. Her foot started to rub along my length as she picked it up and started tapping away. Nothing unusual with that. I was used to Mia living with her face in her phone, so I turned back to Todd and Claire and just savored her teasing foot.

Claire was quivering. I could tell she was on the verge of cumming, which was good because Todd was grunting and sweating and didn't have much left him.

He started to cum first but a final deep thrust and twitching cock set off Claire. She squealed, legs going straight. If not for Todd's firm grip he would have popped right out of her.

Mia's foot kept up the slow, soft rubbing against my erection. The sensation insisted that I stay hard but wasn't enough to finish me off.

Claire sagged against the counter, breathing hard. Then a timer dinged. As if nothing had happened, she resumed cooking, casually slipping the crotch of her panties in place to catch Todd's cum before it could spill on the floor.

"Todd, go shower and dress. Ride is on the way," Mia said. She pressed her foot against my cock harder, rubbing a few times before withdrawing.

I thought that when he was gone that I'd have my chance with my daughter, but as soon as Todd had left the room, she turned serious.

"Mom, Dad," she began. "There's something I want to talk to you about."

Shit. I hadn't let myself think of any consequences to last night's incestuous swap. My blood ran cold as Mia looked nervously between me and Claire.

"Baby, you can talk to us about anything," I said.

"Tonight?" Mia stood and kissed me on the forehead. "After I break up with Todd."

I raised an eyebrow. Mia smiled at me. Then she leaned back in for a kiss, this time on the lips. With tongue.

And if the deep kiss wasn't enough of a signal that she wanted to continue, her farewell words to her mother were. Mia walked across the room and hugged her mom.

"Love you, Mom," Mia said. Claire drew in her tighter. "Keep him hard for me?"

My wife's eyes flashed to me. "Hmm. I don't think you need my help with that."

Mia laughed as she walked from the room, pausing at the door to look back. Of course I was staring at her tight ass.

"Daddy, it's rude to stare," she said, then she was gone.

*****

Mia and Todd left for their day at the lake with friends in a whirl. She had a small bag with her, but for some reason carried her bathing suit on the way out the door. From her knowing grin I suspected she was showing off the small scraps of fabric that would cover her.

I was helpless against her teasing. And my wife knew it. When the front door closed and I was alone with Claire, she grinned at me. I sighed. Fuck. I was horny as hell. I was mostly certain the last twelve hours of torrid sex and incest hadn't destroyed our marriage. But not totally sure.

I opened my mouth, not wanting to have the frank discussion but knowing it needed to happen.

Claire beat me to the punch.

"I made a grocery list and meal plan," she said, turning to clean up the remains of breakfast. The small wet spot on the crotch of her gray panties was now a sticky mess. Cum leaked from the edges onto her soft inner thighs. "You might have to run by the hardware store for the stain remover. Make sure it's the exact one on the list or it might discolor the couch."

I gawked. Grocery shopping was one of my household duties. On a typical Sunday morning I worked out at the gym, then shopped on the way home. Claire cleaned during this time. This was anything but a typical Sunday, but Claire was treating it like one.

Despite my raging arousal and the fresh cum leaking out of her pussy, I soon found myself hustled out the door on the way to the gym. Weights and cardio settled my feelings. I felt in control again. Steady. Still horny as hell but now I was a kayaker cruising through rapids rather than a ship floundering in a storm.

Even the texts from my daughter did not disturb my new zen state. The first arrived as I was walking into the grocery store. My phone dinged. I expected a text from Claire with something to add to the list. Instead it was a picture from Mia.

It was a collage of three photos. Both young women in the pictures wore bikinis, but not much could be seen from the angle. Sunlight brightened my daughter's hair. I couldn't see her eyes behind the large lenses of her sunglasses. Her cheek was pressed against Annie, the two best friends grinning at the camera. In the second they kissed the air, their lips pursed and plump. In the third, Annie was laughing while Mia had her tongue out.

I paused in the parking lot. Mia looked hot and carefree. So did her best friend, Annie. The two had been thick as thieves since meeting as freshmen in high school. At first I had been glad for Mia to befriend a girl that was dedicated to school and had her eye on the future.

However, I had soon learned that while Annie was every bit as smart as her grades indicated, the pressure to perform came from her overbearing parents, not an uncommon phenomenon since Annie's dad was Korean. She'd turned 18 during senior year and promptly moved out before graduating high school, started apprenticing as a tattoo artist, and applied to the local college's art program.

I felt for Annie, but feared that she would regret her decision to decline scholarships and prestigious universities. Or worse, that it would rub off on Mia. My fears had seemingly been confirmed when Mia abruptly had abruptly announced she was transferring to the same school Annie had chosen for the rest of her college years.

I'd been cold toward Annie ever since. Seeing how happy my daughter looked now made my view seem unfair. Mia had been clear there was no one reason she'd decided to transfer to the local college. Part of me was glad for my little girl to be back home for more than a summer.

And I had to admit that Annie was a shapely young woman. Petite and tight, with small breasts and lovely fair skin that seemed to have a new splash of ink each time I saw her.

A car honked. Startled and embarrassed at the idea of someone catching me ogling pictures of my daughter and her best friend, I tucked my phone away and went to do the grocery shopping.

But the pictures continued. There was nothing overtly sexual. Any single picture would have been right at home on my daughter's social media feed. But the mere fact that she was sending a steady stream of barely-clad selfies and pictures directly to me added a forbidden thrill. Between picking items off the shelf, I checked out the latest tantalizing view of my daughter's sexy body.

The bikini was black and small. Mia was not shy about the angles. I enjoyed views of her cleavage, her grinning face, tan legs, and even one of her perky ass, visible just over her shoulder and with visible edges of tan lines.

And right next to Mia's round butt was Annie's cute little rear. Smaller but no less perfect, I took a long hard stare at the bold red triangle splitting Annie's two milky buns. Her skin was smooth and it was clear she made an effort to keep such a pale complexion. I could see the edge of a tattoo on the side of Annie's ass, but couldn't make out the details.

An overdone throat clearing startled me out of my reverie. A woman glared at me over wireframe glasses.

"You do realize this is a grocery store," she scolded, pointing at my phone.

I felt the urge to hide but then felt a surge of anger.

"Just texting with my daughter," I said. Then right there, still blocking the section of the shelf this stranger wanted, I activated voice to chat. "Looking good, baby. Can you get a better shot of Annie's newest tattoo? The one on her ass."

The stranger's eyes widened in disbelief then outrage. I winked at her, then pushed on to the checkout.

The picture arrived as I was loading the groceries into my car. There was no beating around the bush on this one. Mia had snapped a close up shot of Annie's lower back, upper thighs, and ass. Annie was laying on her belly but had the slightest arch to raise her hips up. With how small her butt was, this led to her cheeks spreading ever so slightly.

I reacted with a heart. What I wanted to react with was putting my dick into her. Or Mia. Or Claire. With that thought, I loaded the rest of the groceries and raced home to get a piece of my wife.

But I'd forgotten the cleaner for the stains we'd left on the couch last night. So instead I went back out again and came home to another list of chores.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I asked, rubbing my crotch against my wife's ass. She had the same panties on as this morning. The crotch was still messy with Todd's cum.

"Mmm," Claire said noncommittally. She was on her knees working on the stain from my cum that had dripped from Mia.

She didn't move away, so I pulled my dick out and rubbed it against her.

"Fuck, you're so hot," I said.

"Yeah?" she asked, voice breathy.

She wanted it. I tugged the crotch to the side. My cock slipped in easily. Damn she was wet. I couldn't remember the last time she'd been this turned on.

"Shouldn't you save that for Mia?" Claire asked even though I could feel her pussy clenching around me.

I almost lost it right there. Mia. Our daughter. I'd fucked her last night. Right in front of Claire. We'd flirted that morning while watching Mia's boyfriend dump another load in Claire. Yet this was the first real acknowledgement of what had happened. Of what would happen when Mia returned home from her day on the lake.

"You don't want to get fucked?" I asked, barely moving inside my wife.

"I never said that," Claire gasped. Her whole body trembled with the urge to bounce back against me. "I desperately need you to fuck me. But a daddy should never disappoint his daughter."

She looked back at me. Hazel eyes. Heart shaped face. Cute upturned nose and pouty lips. All features our daughter had inherited.

"Fuck, I love you," I said.

"You'd better," Claire said.

Regretfully, I pulled out. Claire sighed in disappointment.

I wanted to talk with her, to work through the sudden and cataclysmic shift in our lives. She knew more than I did. There was no doubt she'd talked or texted with Mia about last night. About today and the pictures. Maybe even about what was next.

Mia was breaking up with Todd. I couldn't pretend to be sad about that. Todd was fine. Claire certainly enjoyed him. But there were some things I wasn't willing to share with another man. Not my wife's or daughter's tight holes. Those I had plans for that made my dick twitch. Sluts needed dick. My wife seemed happier today than I'd seen in years. I was certain that was one more trait my daughter had inherited, and I was looking forward to seeing that need satisfied.

No it wasn't my daughter's body, it was her heart. She'd always been a daddy's girl. The thought of her laying down next to another man and saying "I love you" twisted my gut in a way that imagining her bouncing on another cock did not.

Thinking of this, I pulled out my phone and sent her a quick message. "Love you, baby. Hope you're having fun, but can't wait for you to get home."

She replied immediately. "Aww, Daddy! I love you too."

Then a minute later another picture. She stood in front of the water facing the camera. Her head was back and tongue out. Each hand pulled the triangle of her bikini tops down and out of the way to bare her breasts.

I stared. My dick was hard. Aching. Did I dare?