Becky was coming home late every night. She would always leave looking sexy but, returned looking disheveled, like she had just been fucked. I knew my daughter was having sexual intercourse with her boyfriend or boyfriends. I also had her slutty Polaroid picture. She never asked about it so I had kept it hidden in my workshop. I often looked at that picture which always caused me to relive the memory of seeing her fucking her boyfriend in my driveway. One night Becky came home late smelling of alcohol.
"Becky, come in here and talk to me," I called from the living room. My wife was in bed while I waited for our daughter to come home from her date. Becky walked in the room wearing a tight, black miniskirt and tank-top. Her heels clicked across the kitchen floor as she teetered towards the Lazy-boy chair.
"Hey, Daddy. I um... just getting ah, home from a date, with..., with... Ricky," she slurred. I could smell the strong odor of booze emanating from my young daughter. Her hair was mused and her clothes rumpled. She looked like she had been drinking and fooling around with that boy. I was jealous and infuriated at the same time. I couldn't accept my daughter acting slutty but it aroused me at the same time.
"It's pretty late for my little girl to be out, isn't it?"
"Yez, Daddy. I'm-m sorrry." She was completely smashed. Her head drooped to her shoulder as her eyes closed. A few moments of silence passed before she just passed out. Her breathing was smooth and steady. I couldn't believe my daughter was drunk and had just passed out right in the middle of our conversation.
Becky's head rested on her swelled bosom. Her arms hung limply next to her as I noticed that her legs were spread wide open. I could see her naked pussy staring me right in the face. The puffy lips of her vagina was smooth and pink. I swallowed hard at seeing this forbidden sight. Images of what that boy must have done to my little girl's sex tonight flashed through my mind.
I picked her up in my arms and carried her upstairs to her room. I laid her down on the bed, noticing her skirt had ridden up on her thighs. A close up view of her shaved pussy stared me in the face. She had left short, blond hair trimmed neatly above her clit. I could see what appeared to be cum dripping from her pink, labial lips. She reeked of beer and sex. My dick hardened at the thought of what she must have been doing tonight. I wondered if anymore pictures had been taken.
Her purse was open next to her. I peeked inside and found a lacy thong. The crotch was still damp from being worn. My daughter must have taken off her panties and put them in her purse during her escapades with that boy. There was a handful of condoms besides the usual girl stuff but, no pictures. I looked down at my sleeping daughter who was unaware of being exposed and open to my stares.
I ran downstairs and grabbed the camera. Becky was so drunk that she didn't notice the flash, as I took about 10 Polaroids of her laying there with her naked womanhood showing. I even sampled her pussy a little... feeling the slippery cum between my fingers. I pushed her top up, exposing her pale, jutting breasts. I tweaked her nipples and gently licked one, then the other. My hard prick ached for release. So, I took it out of my pants and placed it at Becky's half-open mouth. I took more pictures while I stroked my boner. Streams of pre-cum started to smear on Becky's lips, as my heart was racing in my chest. I was afraid my wife would come in or my daughter would wake up with me standing there holding my dick.
I covered her with the sheet and quickly made my way downstairs before I was caught. I stashed the pictures in my safe place and crawled in bed next to my wife. My cock was still rock hard from taking pictures of my daughter. I spooned up against my wife with my stiff dick poking her in the ass. She finally stirred from my insistent probing and unquenched desire.
"Did I hear Becky come in?" she mumbled while stroking my firm erection. Her talented hand worked me perfectly and I closed my eyes picturing Becky's hand stroking me.
"Yep, and she was drunk again. I know she's fooling around with boys. It really upsets me that she's sexually active." My mind was concentrating on images of Becky's smooth, wet pussy. I could see her little hand rubbing my cock instead of my wife's hand. I felt dirty and terribly aroused.
"Yea... you really feel upset to me," she said sarcastically before taking me in her mouth. My wife's firm lips wrapped around my shaft and worked its way down to the base. I was truly a lucky man to have a woman who could deep-throat me without choking. Her light fingers massaged my balls and tugged at my sac.
Did she suspect my desires for Becky? I wondered this as I felt my orgasm build. The sucking action and swirling tongue combined with the erotic events earlier erupted in a huge load shooting down my wife's throat. My hips bucked and I became over-sensitive post-cumming. I pushed her head off me, as the last stream shot her in the face.
"Oh my! What got you so worked up?" she questioned me with an evil grin. Her tongue snaked out licking at the spooge dripping down her face.
It was the fantasy of Becky's luscious tits bouncing while she used that tight snatch to fuck me. It was images of her using her pouty mouth on my cock, rather than my wife's. I could still smell Becky's pussy on my fingers and I wished I had blew my load on her face tonight.
"What are you thinking?" my wife asked, as she licked up the last of my cum from her cheeks using her fingers. I could feel my wife staring into my soul and I knew right then that she knew I wanted to fuck our daughter. Could she blame me? Becky was gorgeous. How could any man refrain from being aroused by such a vixen. I tried to read her face. I looked to see if she would accept that fact, if I were to open up and expose my fantasies. I only saw blankness. She was not going let me off so easy. Maybe she was in denial. Of course... who could phantom such abominations like incest with your only daughter?
"Nothing. Thanks for the blowjob. You're the best, Babe. Go to sleep," I faked a smile and lit a cigarette while my heart returned to a normal rhythm. My mind wouldn't let go of my desire for Becky. I felt frustrated and disgusted at the same time.
A week later, I gave into temptation by going to my safe place to look at those priceless Polaroids. I opened the hidden lockbox I kept behind some books in my computer room. There was nothing. Everything was gone. The ones of ex-girlfriends and ones I had taken of my wife were gone. Everything was gone. Panic seized me. Sweat broke out on my forehead. I looked around the room franticly for signs of intrusion or clues as to where my treasure could have escaped.
How could this have happened? I had the only key to the undamaged lockbox. There were no signs of forced entry. I ran upstairs and called out to Becky. She was the only one home while my wife was out shopping. I pushed open her bedroom door and my stomach rolled over.
There, on her bed, were the pictures. They were scattered around Becky, as she held one towards me.
"Daddy, have you been digging through my stuff?" Becky asked with an evil grin on her face. She held the first picture I had confiscated. The one with her in a white, lace teddy. "And, I can't believe you took pictures of me naked. What the hell is going on? Is that your dick in my sleeping face?" She sorted through the Polaroids, pointing to the obvious.
I was speechless, frozen in my spot. My balls shrunk inside my sac and I needed to pee really bad. I could not think of a thing to say. There was no way out of this. I was busted cold. Damn those pictures! Damn, I was an idiot.
