Deception and Punishment

Jenny glided into the kitchen, her pert breasts showcased by a tight tee shirt and her small but shapely ass encased in skinny jeans. "Hey dad". Hey Jenny." She took his hands in hers and looked up at him. She was the spitting image of her mother, and she was so close he could smell the similarity too.

"Becky's scored tickets to the Skinny Bitches concert on Saturday. It's downtown and it finishes at midnight, so we're working out how to get there and back. We used all our money on the tickets so we can't afford gas or the train. What would you do Daddy?" She adopted her most innocent expression and squeezed his hands as she asked.

Harry was no stranger to Jenny's feigned cluelessness. He knew she was angling for him to give them a ride there and back. He decided to tease Jenny a bit. "Well, you're 18 now, so you should be able to come up with a solution yourself. What are some options?"

"Well, we could hitch hike, or we could get some of the boys at school to take us. Or we could go on Instagram and post that we have tickets and we're looking for a ride. I have some older male followers who live nearby. Or maybe I can sell some of my used panties online. Or I could start an OnlyFans, but I don't know if I'll get any money from that in time."

Jenny was using her most girly voice and turning from side to side with each more outrageous suggestion.

Harry looked down at his now cheekily grinning daughter and left her hanging on an answer. Truthfully he was very distracted; she was standing very close, the swell of her perky breasts were visible under her tee-shirt, and her scent was getting stronger and more intoxicating. His dick started to swell.

Jenny broke the silence. "Or maybe you could give us a ride?" She pressed herself against him and put her arms around him, still looking up at him.

Harry gathered himself. "That's late. I'll be asleep. So just this once you can take my car. It'll be fully charged."

Jenny let out a tiny squeal, jumped up and threw her arms around her father's neck and her legs around his hips. Harry was forced to hold her up, and suddenly her pert little ass was in his hands, just her jeans between them and her smooth young skin.

"You're the best dad ever!" Her breath caressed his ear. Harry realized he'd given in too easily, and he tried to recover by saying sternly "But I'll be tracking the car, and you have to post pictures on Instagram every hour. And no hanging around after the concert; you come straight home, or there'll be consequences." Unexpectedly, his show of dominance aroused him more.

Of course Daddy" she said in her girly voice. Now his cock was fully engorged. Hoping Jenny hadn't noticed, Harry hoisted her up so he could grab her hips and gently lower her to the ground. "I'm going to tell Becky!" and with that she was gone, leaving him with the hardest erection he'd had in months.

He was just about to go into the bathroom and jerk off when the garage door opened and his wife Sally walked in. She immediately ran to him and threw her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Again he had to grab ass to support weight.

"Hey babe, I've got exciting news. Graham Scott is doing a seminar this weekend and Amy and I can get tickets! we'll be gone overnight on Saturday. I know we had a date night, but can we postpone it please?"

It was truly amazing how much mother and daughter were alike. Sally's breasts were a little bigger, but they were the same height, and more notably right now their butts felt exactly alike. He had a fleeting thought about having to explain how he knew that.

Harry was gathering his thoughts and Sally misinterpreted the pause. "Oh please babe, I'l make it worth your while" she whispered in his ear.

Harry, already aroused, was overcome with lust. "Too right you will. Right now!" he snarled. He lifted Sally onto the kitchen counter and planted his lips on hers. He felt her respond first with surprise and then eagerly. Their tongues explored each other's mouths. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans and dropped his boxers, freeing his raging erection. Sally was unbuttoning her blouse as he dropped to his knees to pull off her panties. He wet his finger with spit and pushed it into her pussy. It entered easily and he added another two fingers.

"Jenny..." Sally croaked. "She went to Becky's two minutes ago. We have at least an hour". Harry started pumping his fingers in and out of her soaking pussy, rubbing her clit with his palm, as he grabbed her hair with his other hand to pull her head back before running his tongue up and down her body. By now Sally had removed her bra and Harry's tongue could flick her hard erect nipples. Sally moaned and put one arm around Harry's neck while she lifted herself slightly off the counter with the other, pushing her pussy harder against Harry's hand.

As Sally's head was pulled back, Harry was overcome with the illusion that it was his daughter's pussy his fingers were in. He was too far gone to slow down and he let the fantasy take hold. "I need your dick in me now". She wrapped her legs around his back and her arms around his neck as he lifted her off the counter and penetrated her to the hilt with the first thrust. Harry used Sally like a fleshlight, impaling her on his dick again and again. Very quickly Sally let out a cry of pleasure and started shaking, her pussy convulsing around Harry's thick cock.

Harry carried Sally to the kitchen table, flipped her on her stomach and immediately rammed into her again, pumping hard and fast. With her back to him he could give full reign to his imagination and now he was plowing his daughter's sweet young pussy. He reached around Sally's hips and massaged her clit with short quick squeezes alternating with very fast rubbing. Soon Sally's cunt was tightening rhythmically around his cock. As he lengthened his strokes for his climax his cock slipped out of her pussy and he entered her anus. Sally gasped and was motionless for a second, her back arched, and then she pushed back against him, inviting him to continue. It was too much for him and a few strokes later he came with quick, powerful contractions, unloading what felt like a gallon of cum into wife's tight ass. Finally he was spent and flopped down on top of Sally.

After a minute Harry pushed himself up. Sally was slumped in the afterglow of her orgasms, lying limp on the table. Harry gathered her up and carried her into the living room, where they sprawled on the sofa, her head resting on his shoulder and her hand on his chest.

"Can I assume it's a yes to the seminar?" she asked, smiling.

Harry laughed and snorted "Of course babe. You can go to as many seminars as you want, if we do that again." Sally looked up at him and gave him a big kiss. "I love you so much. Now I'm going to tell Amy". Sally stood up, wrapped herself in a blanket that was lying on the couch, and shuffled out of the room. Harry was left to gather his thoughts, wondering why he felt so little shame about his fantasy of fucking his daughter.