Rob walked into the kitchen where his wife, Kate, was preparing dinner. Standing in front of the stove in her pink apron, with her brown hair pinned up neatly she looked like a picture perfect housewife from an old 50's magazine advertisement. In reality, she was close to it.
Kate worked part-time as a receptionist for a law-firm nearby, but spent the majority of her time at home. She would go out on the weekends or Friday nights with friends from work, but didn't mind spending most nights in. She enjoyed both the appearance of being a perfect wife, and the benefits that came from that - such as having a constantly clean house and a fridge full of healthy plant-based foods. Her secret shame was that she liked to watch trashy reality TV shows, the kinds about rich women who don't know how easy they have it. She would laugh at them and pretend she wasn't emotionally invested. She thought herself better than those women, though she wasn't rich, she was well off, and she did know how relatively easy her life was. She was grateful for the advantages she'd had.
Rob matched his wife in style. If Kate was a brunette Doris Day, Rob was Rock Hudson.
He was a conventionally attractive man in his mid-forties, who usually preferred to drop the "mid" and just leave it at forty-something. He always had been conventionally attractive, garnering plenty of attention in high-school and through college. Working with the coast guard for twenty years had kept him trim, and the only real difference in his appearance was the bit of silver that peppered his dark brown hair around the temples. Most women found it distinguishing and attractive, which was something that Rob would've happily traded for adjectives like "youthful", if only he could.
He'd accomplished a lot in his life. If pressed for his list of achievements he would humbly list being a father, and being half of a marriage that had lasted twenty-two years, this year. If you had asked Kate, she would've prattled off about his career (and eventual retirement) from the coast guard, his pursuit of more higher education in college, and his now successful second career in the health and safety industry. Or, perhaps more accurately, she would've prattled off about the double income he earned through his military pension and current career - and how that set them up very comfortably. Rob was one of the advantages Kate was grateful for.
"Hi," Rob murmured into Kate's ear. He stood behind her and locked his strong arms around her, pulling her body into his. Kate glanced at the time on the stove; 4:30. Right on time, as usual.
"Hi," She answered. She stayed where she was, cradled in her husband's arms. She tried her best to resist the urge to twist herself free, knowing he would let her go in just a few short moments. Glancing at the vegetables browning on the stove, she hoped he would let her go quickly so she could prevent them from burning.
"Mm," Rob sighed contentedly. He rested his head in the crook of her neck and began to kiss there. His lips traced along her collarbone, moving down towards her shoulder in quick pecks. His hands travelled up her stomach, searching for her breasts. When he found them, he ran his hands over them gently - not squeezing, just feeling. This was a technique he'd mastered. Kate wasn't the type of woman who excited easily, and foreplay with her couldn't be rushed. Even then, the likelihood of her rejecting Rob's frequent advances was still astronomically high.
"Not now, honey," Kate said flatly. She looked over into the dining area, which was separated just by the kitchen counters. The main floor of their house was very open, and one could see into the dining and living room from the kitchen.
"Our daughter's right over there." Kate finished.
Rob looked over at Megan. Her back was to him, but he knew she was working on homework. Her soft blonde hair was tousled and it fell down in waves to the small of her back. She was leaned over a little bit, and when he listened he could hear the faint clicking of a calculator. Math homework, poor baby.
"Are you sure?" Rob asked, already untangling his arms from around his wife.
"Yes, yes." Kate said, moving closer to the stove once more. She picked up the wooden spoon again and focused once more on perfecting yet another overly-complicated-for-the-sake-of-presentation meal.
Rob licked his lips and headed into the dining room. Megan was so lost in concentration she didn't hear her father approach. Her focus was only broken when she felt her dad's big hands slide down her shoulders, under her tank-top to grab her soft round tits.
"Hi baby girl." Rob whispered huskily into her ear. Under her shirt, his hands searched for her big breasts, each hand cupped the soft lace of her push-up bra.
"Why does my baby girl have a bra on?" Rob asked. He squeezed then, feeling his daughter's warm chest overflow in his grasp.
"Oh, I'm sorry Daddy. I forgot." Megan whimpered, turning her head to look up at him.
Her big hazel eyes stared innocently up at him, sending more blood rushing to his stiffening cock.
"Let's get this off of you, then."
He wasn't frustrated with her. This was still new, and the rule of her remaining bra-less at home even was even more so. He'd actually tried to go with having her entirely naked at all times at home, but Kate had vetoed that ("What will the neighbors think?", she had said). Even though she was the one to suggest this parenting style, discretion was important, as both her parents had taught her when she was just a few years older than Megan was now.
Rob of course, had heard about this sort of thing, but his childhood was a lot blander. After he and Kate had been together for quite some time, she confided in him about her own upbringing. Though there was a part of him that felt possessive, hearing his then-fiancée talk about being fucked by her father on a regular basis, but there was another, bigger part of him that was aroused by it. When Kate had finally told him that she always imagined raising her kids the same way, it strengthened Rob's determination to marry her.
It wasn't about mutual pleasure, as Kate had described it, but about responsibility. Now that Megan was old enough, it only made logical sense that she should help fulfill her father and take care of his needs, as he always had with her. Being an obedient fucktoy (though Kate would never use that language) was part of the responsibility of growing up, and a way to "earn one's keep", as it were.
Kate also felt that it normalized sex, which was a good thing in her eyes. She never had any false ideas about what sex was, because she relied on practice, not porn to understand it. She never strayed, never slept around, because her father would keep her up most nights fucking her until she passed out beneath him in a heap of satisfaction. And most importantly, she never had any shame about sex. It was normal to enjoy, to crave, and to have. She wanted all this, and more, for her daughter, too.
It was almost humorous to Rob. His divorced friends, and strangers as well, often asked him what the secret to such a long, successful marriage was. It would've shocked them to know the answer, at least for him and Kate, was incest. It truly was though.
As they'd both gotten older, Kate's libido had died quite a bit. Rob's hadn't. They would've separated a long time ago if he hadn't had the promise of his own daughter's ripe little pussy to look forward to. And now that he actually had it, had her, his and Kate's marriage was stronger than ever. He always asked Kate first, (she was his wife, of course), but when she inevitably rejected him with the normal excuses, whether she was tired, or busy, or had a headache, he could go to their daughter.
Truth be told, he preferred Megan over Kate anyway, so Kate's disinterest in sex suited him just fine.
"Daddy loves your big tits, baby girl. You have to stop hiding them so much." Rob chided his young daughter as he pulled her tank top off.
His hands moved to the cups of her bra again but this time, he just pulled them down. Megan's big tits burst out and her father's hands quickly moved to them again.
He growled as he finally took them in his hands. His hands were big, but his daughter's perky tits still overflowed from his tight grasp. As he squeezed and rubbed, Rob could feel Megan's nipples harden against his palm. He let go for just a moment before taking her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers to pinch and pull just a little.
Megan squirmed in her father's grasp. With his arms wrapped around the front of her, she had nowhere to go. She was locked against him. She could feel the large bulge in his pants against her bottom, and between that and what he was doing to her breasts, her pussy began to drip in anticipation. She arched her back, pressing her firm ass against her dad.
Rob knew he was lucky. He'd been blessed with an open-minded wife, and a beautiful obedient daughter. The anticipation leading up to the first time he fucked her was agonizing. She'd developed young, and sometimes he almost had to physically restrain himself so as not to give in too early.
Now, at eighteen, she was too grown to resist. She'd gotten her hips from her mom, they were full and wide, and they accented her round ass. Her tits though, he didn't know where she'd gotten those. Even at her young age, they already surpassed Kate's.
The combination of her full hips and big chest made her slim waist stand out in stark contrast. When she wore tight-fitting clothes (which didn't happen often when she was out of the house), Rob felt she looked almost obscene. Rob knew he was lucky his wife had already given him permission to have an incestuous relationship with his daughter, because even if she hadn't, he doubted he would've had the willpower to resist.
Megan whimpered when she felt her Daddy's fingers run over her panties. She mentally chastised herself. She'd forgotten that too.
"Do you think you'll remember your rules if Daddy fucks you harder?" Rob asked. One hand still tugged at her nipple, while the other explored the pink folds of her pussy over her white cotton panties.
She knew that her dad wanted easy access to her pussy and her tits at all times. It was just hard getting into the habit of taking off her underwear as soon as she got home from school. She told herself that she would do better.
