Giving In To My Daughter Ch 03

[Author's note: I'm back from the dead. To be honest I feared I was going to abandon this story, but I'm very reinspired and excited to continue torturing Dan - and maybe Vicky. Yay!

Hope you enjoy this chapter. You can expect another two chapters of this story at least - I have an idea of how I want things to go but feel free to leave suggestions in the comments. Thanks again for reading. :-)]

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DAN

At the sound of the keys turning in the front door, Maddy released my cock from her grip and looked at me with horror.

"Can someone help me bring groceries in from the car?" Vicky called from the doorway. She was bent down, adjusting her grip on the shopping bags at her feet - just enough of a distraction for me to be able to whip my pants back up and for Maddy to put her tits back inside her shirt. My erection left with a swiftness that only true fear can incite.

"Sure, Mom." Maddy wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and went to help her mother. I remembered the wet patch on the armchair and also jumped to my feet.

"Be down in a mo," I said, bounding up the stairs. The armchair, upon inspection, was drying but still smelled like sex. I went to grab a face cloth from our ensuite bathroom and opened the hot water tap at the sink. The light in the bathroom was dim, casting shadows on my face as I absently looked at my reflection in the medicine cabinet. My eyes were wide, the little muscles in my face showing the adrenaline that was still rushing through me after almost getting caught with Maddy. Trying to imagine the look that would have overtaken Vicky's face if she had actually seen us made my stomach feel hollow. I splashed my face with the hot water. All I had to do now was act normal.

I jumped as the bathroom light flicked on. Vicky stood at the doorway to our ensuite. "Just couldn't bear the thought of working late again today," she said. "I bought groceries for dinner, but I so don't feel like cooking. Can we just order pizza?" She was rubbing the tense spot she gets where her neck meets her shoulder. I shut the tap off and approached her, glancing at the armchair behind her to confirm no stain was visible.

Shit. A huge white-tinged spot had formed as the fabric had dried. If she asks, what can I pass this off as? I faced her and began squeezing her tense shoulder.

"Go relax in the living room and I'll call for those pizzas." Subtly, I reckon, I guided her out of our room while obscuring her view of the armchair. I'll have to remember to clean that later, when she won't notice.

Considering the narrowly-missed disaster, we ended up having a nice Friday night watching a movie and eating pizza as a family. Maddy, seemingly done playing with me for the day, was on good behaviour. I made a mental note that I needed to be much, much more careful with how and when I indulged my secret with Maddy. No more fucking on the couch or in Vicky and my bedroom. My little car blowjob fantasy whirled through my mind once again...

Later that night I lay next to Vicky in bed, wide awake while she slept. Unlike what you may expect from a perverse and weak-willed man incestuously lusting after his child, I actually had quite a fulfilling sex life with my wife - we averaged a couple of times a week and I found Vicky just as sexy as when we first got together.

My attraction to Maddy wasn't out of a waning attraction to her mother, in fact, I found Vicky so physically attractive that I went crazy for the resemblance Maddy bore to her. Their gleaming brown skin, both unbelievably soft to the touch and addictive to dig my fingers into. Their perfect tits, which had the same curve and slight hang to them, both topped with the most suckable nipples, the loveliest shade of chocolate. Except Vicky had never -- and would never -- wet herself from having her tits sucked on the way Maddy had that fateful day. That was Mads and her own special kind of crazy... unsurprisingly, my cock began filling with blood, twitching in need of more attention.

The idea of slipping into Maddy's bedroom crossed my mind and tempted me, but I dismissed it. Surely the universe wouldn't let me get lucky twice in one sinful day. I checked the clock on my nightstand. 02:35. Vicky had had a long week, she was tired -- so I really shouldn't wake her up for sex. Right? I'd skipped a shower that night, and my mind wandered over to the thought of making love to Vicky with the essence of Maddy still lingering on my cock from earlier that day. Was this really my life right now?

I rolled over to spoon Vicky's curvy form, running my hand up over her waist and cupping her breast through her thin nightshirt. I planted my growing cock between her ass cheeks, feeling her warmth and softness surround me. She made a content little noise in her sleep, and in response I moved my hips ever so slightly against her.

"Mmm..." Vicky arched her back, pushing her ass up against my crotch. "I want it, but I just wanna lie here," she mumbled sleepily. "Is it un-sexy if I just lie here?"

"You could never be un-sexy," I said, nuzzling my face into her neck. She always smelled so appetizingly clean and fresh. Just like Maddy.

She wriggled contentedly and made another quiet moan of half-asleep enjoyment before relaxing deeper into the pillows. I lifted the hem of her nightshirt up and out of the way, and in turn Vicky bent her top leg at the knee, rolling slightly onto her stomach to accept me more easily. I moved my hand to touch the downy fuzz between her legs. Unlike Maddy, who shaved her pussy lips smooth, Vick kept all of her hair neatly trimmed. It was soft and curly, and I relished feeling the fuzz part to reveal her inner folds already growing wet.

I slid my fingers along until I met her clit, and began tracing slow circles over it. Vicky hummed with pleasure, gyrating her moistening pussy against my fingertips. With my face still in her neck I kissed the delicate skin there, dipping into her hole to gather her wetness and gliding it over her clit. My cock bounced with its throbbing blood flow as I lined the head up against her entrance, feeling the warmth radiating from inside her. I took my hand away, only to snake it over her hip and reach around her to continue rubbing her clit. I used my arm, now wrapped around the crook of her hip, to pull her closer to me. Inch by inch I slid myself into her, her muffled sounds of pleasure growing louder as I made more intentional circles with my fingers, applying more pressure.

With my hips flush against her ass I bottomed out in her and stayed there, all the way inside her cunt, letting her grind herself against me and my hand. It was just hours ago that my cock was buried inside Maddy, then sucked by her, now I'm all the way inside her mother... my dick throbbed at the taboo of it and Vicky moaned, feeling the throbbing movement so deep in her. I thrust my hips without pulling out all the way, pressing the head of my dick against the spongy tissue of her G-spot and strumming my fingers over her swollen clit.

"Please don't stop..." Vicky was breathless and gasping. She loved having me fill her with my cock, just filling her up with it, while I focused on her clit. I rubbed her with a fast arc back and forth, swiveling my wrist left to right. "I'm gonna..."

With that, I felt her walls begin to contract around me. She stuffed her face into the pillow to absorb her loudness, her orgasm growing as she ground her hips desperately against me. I started up thrusting against her again, a small movement in and out that had her beautiful ass bouncing against my crotch.

As Vicky came I removed my fingers from her clit, instead gripping the tender flesh of her waist as I began fucking her with my full length. I liked to try to prolong her orgasm by pumping into her harder right at the apex, causing new waves of pleasure to ripple through her from her G-spot. "O-oh fu-uck," she moaned into her pillow, the rhythmic impact of my thrusts making her voice catch.

One of the most addictive qualities that Vicky shared with our daughter was the impossibly good pussy. How easily they seemed to become so wet and juicy, ready and waiting, unbelievably soft and velvety inside; I was a devoted worshipper, to say the least. Vicky's orgasm had made her pussy unbelievably creamy, and the squelching noise of her cunt taking my cock was steadily pushing me closer to the edge.

I raised my body slightly and guided her so that she lay more on her stomach, allowing me to thrust into her with the momentum I wanted. The change in angle let me in even deeper, and I felt the pressure of my own orgasm building. With my hand on her hip I pulled her back against me with each thrust; the feeling of Vicky's ass jiggling each time my hips connected with her drove me wild.

With a final thrust, my cum spilled, and I trembled as the force of my orgasm took over me. It felt like the culmination not just of the tantalising five minute blowjob Maddy had given me, but also the anxiety of Vicky's early arrival and the forbidden indulgence of fucking mother and daughter on the same day. I collapsed on the bed next to her, holding onto her body so as not to slip out of her. I pulled her as close to me as I could, and she turned her head slightly to look at me out of the corner of one drowsy eye.

"And what inspired that?" She was breathless and warm to the touch, and I so loved her in that moment. "I just wanted you," I said, leaving a final kiss on her neck, salty from a thin sheen of sweat.

Vicky sighed contentedly and turned back around, snuggling against me with my softening cock still nestled in its wet little home inside her. We both drifted off to sleep, my guilt momentarily replaced by contentment.

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The next day was Saturday. Vicky and I liked to keep our Saturdays slow and without a firm schedule, and by late morning we were only beginning to potter around the kitchen for coffee when Maddy made her entrance.

Given that she had been dressed relatively appropriately since the first breakfast-time incident days ago, we were freshly shocked --Vicky, horrified-- at the outfit she stood there wearing. A white strapless dress at least several sizes too small, its neckline sitting low on Maddy's ample chest. My eyes gravitated towards the visible semicircles of her areolas, the top of the dress mere moments away from revealing her nipples. The hemline was laughable with thin fabric stretched over the curviest point of Maddy's ass, her pussy only narrowly obscured. As she walked over to one of the stools at the kitchen island where I sat, the hemline rose further still -- the act of lifting herself onto the stool let the room know that Maddy was not wearing panties.

Vicky turned to look at me, mouth agape. I shared her expression, but perhaps for different reasons.

"Maddy." There was a finality to Vicky's tone of voice. Maddy looked at Vicky with facetious innocence. "There is no reality in which you can wear that out of this house. Or even inside this house, for that matter," Vicky said, turning away from us both and filling up the mokka pot with coffee.

"Mom, I'm twenty. I'm an adult."

"Being an adult has nothing to do with it! If you cross the wrong group of guys on the street wearing that, who knows what could happen to you. And don't you feel self-conscious? Your boobs and bum are spilling out everywhere."

"So because of what I'm wearing, I'm asking for it?" Maddy knew she was being obtuse. I could tell.

"Maddy, no. You know that's not what I think. In a perfect world, sure, walk around with your tits out. But this is just not appropriate. It would be public indecency." Vicky sounded exasperated, and I realised I was supposed to be the other parent backing her up.

"At least put a jacket and some tights on or something, Mads," I said lamely.

Maddy turned her body to face me, her breasts so close to breaking free from the thin white fabric stretched across them. I ogled, dumb-struck. The sight of her dressed so unimaginably slutty was making it hard to think straight. She had that look in her eye; it made me feel like a little mouse being batted around by a cat for its amusement.

Vicky said nothing and kept on with the coffee, her back still turned to us. Maddy put her hand on my thigh and squeezed it, hidden by the kitchen island. "It's so hot out today. And I'm just going to Lila's house, we aren't even going to be out in public." She ran her hand up my leg. My pajama bottoms were doing woefully little to hide my growing erection.

"Won't Lila have something to say about this dress?" I asked. At least half of my mental capacity was being used on ignoring Maddy's hand trailing steadily towards my crotch.

"Lila goes out in far worse outfits than this, guys. I hate to break it to you." With that, she wrapped her hand around my stiffening cock, giving it a squeeze through my pants. And at that precise moment, Vicky turned to face us holding cups of fresh coffee. Monk-like focus was necessary to keep my face neutral. I took hold of Maddy's wrist under the island.

"You'll wear a jacket on your way over there. No more backing and forthing about it." I surprised myself with the ability to be stern. Above the kitchen island, Maddy rolled her eyes and said, "Fine." Below the island, she gave my erection a final squeeze and released it. I let go of her wrist and crossed my legs, concealing the tent in my pants. The last thing I wanted was for Vicky to see that the sight of our scantily-clad daughter had made me hard.

Maddy got up from her stool and turned to leave the room. But not before her final word: "You know I could hear you guys fucking last night, right?" She didn't wait for our reaction, and left for her room.

By the time Maddy headed out for her friend's house (wearing a denim jacket tied around her waist which at least covered her exposed ass), Vicky and I were sat at the island drinking our coffee, reeling from the interaction we'd just had with her.

"Does she need to see a psychiatrist?" Vicky was asking me. You have no idea, I thought. I should definitely also be seeing a psychiatrist, in that case.

"The sexual empowerment thing is pretty big with young women right now, isn't it? Maybe she's just going through an explorative phase."

"Dan, she's lashing out. And I'm worried about her safety. I'm worried she's gonna go out there and fuck creepy old guys and wind up pregnant." I stayed quiet.

Vicky continued, "I'll talk to her, in a less reactive moment. Maybe it needs to be a woman talk."

Selfishly, I was grateful for the escape from having to deal with the situation, so I agreed. For a while we sat quietly drinking our coffee.

"Hey," Vicky said, "What's the story with that stain on the armchair in our room? I noticed it this morning."

Shit. I'd forgotten to clean the fucking armchair. I feigned ignorance. "I haven't seen it. What kind of stain?"

"Like, a big white patch on the seat of the chair. Think it could be some kind of mold?"

"Oh, yeah. Might be mold. Maybe it got wet somehow. I'll give it a wash with some elbow grease." I was growing a bit too comfortable in my web of lies.

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VICKY

I spent the day chewing on how I was going to approach this conversation with Mads. 'Hey, daughter. Why have you been brazenly dressing like a bimbo blow up doll actress starring in a fetish porno?' It was by far the most awkward thing I'd ever had to broach with her.

Dan had been pottering around, scrubbing the armchair and doing the laundry. After the brutal workweek I'd had, he gave me strict instructions to veg out on the couch and nothing else. Dan had just left for the gym and I was flicking through channels on the TV when Maddy arrived home. "Hey, mom," she said, heading for the stairs. "Hi, sweetie." I had learned better than to initiate parental conversations as soon as she arrived home. With kids, you gotta let them go to their room, decompress, and then you go talk to them.

After a half hour, I went up and gently knocked on the door. "Come in," she called.

Maddy's room was always lit only by the red lava lamp she got for her 17th birthday. The posters on her walls were indecipherable in the low light, and the room smelled of incense underscored by the faint smell of weed. I'd bring that up another time.

She lay on her stomach on the bed, tapping on her phone screen, knees bent and ankles crossed in the air. I was thankful that her position meant her vagina wasn't visible to me, at least. "Can we chat?" I asked. She looked back at me standing in the doorway. "Yeah."

I went and perched on the edge of her bed. "How's Lila?"

"Her new boyfriend sucks. He's so rude to her. I told her to break up with him, but I bet she won't until he cheats on her or something."

"Ugh. Good advice, but sometimes they just aren't ready to hear it. What did you guys get up to today?"

"We were just studying. We have our first test of the semester on Monday."

I nodded, then paused. "Honey," I said, being careful with how I phrased this, "If you were just going to be hanging out with Lila and studying, why wear this dress? I'm not being snide," I added, "I'm just trying to get it."

Maddy let out a small sigh and sat up on the bed. I tried to ignore the fact that about 90% of her chest was now exposed to me. "Mom, it's kind of not that big a deal. It's just a lifestyle that I'm interested in." She paused, disarming me a bit with the sincerity in her face as she looked at me. "I don't know that you'd understand it."

"Could you help me try to understand it?"

She pondered for a second. "It's just exciting to completely liberate yourself," she said, "To throw out societal norms and conventions, it allows you to experience a wider breadth of life. Does that make sense?"

I nodded, thinking back to my own escapades in the 80s. "Sure."

"So, applying that sort of thinking to my body and how I go out into the world is a way that I'm understanding my sexuality -- and my sensuality."

"Okay, I get that. You know though, most people would wear some kind of coat or something until they were out of their parents' sight. Can you see how it would make Dad and I a bit uncomfortable to see you so exposed?"

She surprised me by chuckling in response. Why would that have made her laugh? "Sure, I can see that. But also, you've both seen me naked countless times throughout my life. I don't really see this," she gestured at her breasts, "being that different."

I found myself feeling a bit deflated at my inability to argue against what she was saying. Ultimately, she was kind of right.

"How about this," I started, "When you're at home or at school, I'd appreciate it if the important bits could stay covered. When you're out in the evenings or on the weekends, you can do what you want. Just please make sure you're always together with Lila or someone you trust. The main issue for me is worrying for your safety."

"I can do that." Maddy smiled. I couldn't believe it. I'd actually gotten her to agree to a compromise. I patted her on the hand and returned her smile. Before I could get up from my perch on her bed, she stopped me. "Hey, mom?"

"Mm?"

"There's something you should know, but I don't really know how to tell you about it."

Oh god, please don't be pregnant. Please don't be pregnant. I put my hand on hers again, waiting for her to continue.

"Dad is sleeping with somebody else."

I couldn't help but let out a short laugh. "Mads, why on Earth would you suspect that?"

"When I got home from college yesterday, I could hear weird noises coming from your room. I didn't want to hear it, or believe it, but I swear I could hear him and a woman moaning. And, like... sex noises."

"I'm sorry you had to hear it, but maybe he was watching an adult movie, honey." I knew that Dan used porn to get himself off now and then, and it would make sense with me working late this week.