Incestuous Pleasures Defended
June 28th, 2027 -- Elmer Bennett
I fell to my knees before my wife, unable to resist the incestuous ache any longer. Both my women, my wife and daughter, wanted me to do this. Clint Elliston believed it was right, and my wife had come to agree with him through her counseling sessions with Pam Elliston. Since she'd turned eighteen two years ago, I'd been beset by temptation for her and her blatant flirting. My blood boiled.
I couldn't resist. The last of my morality crumbled away.
I stared at the pair of pink panties my wife wore.
Candy's
panties. Our daughter had masturbated in those and given them to my wife to wear. Over the last two years, I had developed a fetish for masturbating in my daughter's used panties. My wife encouraged it when she found out.
She would stroke Candy's panties up and down my cock. Then she started wearing them herself and pretending to be Candy. Now...
I pressed my face between Rachel's thighs. I breathed in my wife's sweet musk. It was such a similar scent to our daughter's pussy. I could smell another sweet delight. My daughter's pussy juices that soaked the crotch of these panties from her masturbation.
I groaned and then licked. My tongue flicked across the gusset of the panties, pressing them into my wife's pussy folds. Her juices mixed with my daughter's. An incestuous delight. I shuddered, my hands sliding around my wife's hips to grab her ass. I gripped her rump. I squeezed tight, holding on and pulling her panty-clad snatch against my mouth.
"Oh, yes, yes, lick our daughter's juices off those panties," my wife moaned. "her breasts jiggled in her top. "That's it. Be a naughty daddy. Enjoy the mix of our flavors."
"So fucking good," I groaned, gripping my wife in my strong hands.
My tongue licked and lapped at her. I pressed the panties into the folds of her pussy, soaking the material in her juices. I sucked at the cloth, drawing out both of their cream through the fabric. My wife gasped, her body trembling.
Her moans echoed through our kitchen. This was a wild day. Selected for jury duty on the Elliston trial and now eating my wife's pussy out with hunger through our daughter's panties. I feasted on her. I caressed my tongue up and down the groove of her pussy. I pushed the fabric into her pussy lips.
Her labia engulfed the gusset of the panties. Her shaved labia spread on either side. I caressed those naked cuntlips. She gasped as I stroked up to her clit. Her bud pressed hard through the cloth. I sucked on it, savoring the sweet juices staining my mouth.
"Yes, yes, such a bad daddy!" she gasped. "I love it. You're going to fuck our daughter. Make her into a woman. She's twenty. She needs to have a man ravish her. She needs her daddy to fuck her hard."
"Yes!" I growled, gripping my wife's ass through the panties.
"You're going to give her such pleasure," my wife moaned, her voice echoing through the room.
"I'm going to make her explode on my cock!"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
I sucked on her clit. More and more of those sweet juices bled through. My wife's cunt cream soaked the panties. She attacked her top. She pulled it off, her breasts jiggling in a gray bra. Large and bountiful. She reached the front, unhooked them. The cups sprang away. Her tits spilled out jiggling. Her nipples thrust hard. She grabbed them. Twisted.
Her moans grew throatier and throatier as I sucked on her pussy through her panties. I caressed her cuntlips. I devoured her pussy. I pushed the panties as deep into her hole as I could, drenching them in Rachel's juices. The incestuous rush of eating my wife's cunt through our daughter's panties was incredible.
"Elmer!" my wife gasped. "Oh, yes, yes, Elmer! Just right there! Oh, that's what I need. Mmm, that's incredible. I'm going to cum so hard!"
"Good!" I growled.
"Going to soak our daughter's panties in my juices!" she moaned. "Oh, yes, yes, she's going to love them. Candy's waiting for us!"
"Fuck!" I snarled and sucked so hard on her clit.
My wife twisted her nipples. Her face scrunched up in rapture. Then she gasped out loud. She bucked, her tits heaving. Juices gushed
through
the panties. They bathed my mouth. I groaned, drinking down the sweet flood.
My cock throbbed so hard in my jeans. The ache to slide into my daughter built and built as I drank my wife's cream. The incestuous need for my sweet Candy surged hot through me. My wife shuddered as she ground those panties on my face as she reached her climax.
"Oh, god, Elmer!" she moaned. "Oh, yes, yes, our daughter needs you. Needs the man of the house to step up and love her!"
"Yes," I growled and then stood up. I ripped off the dress shirt I put on for jury duty. The buttons burst off. I threw it to the ground, my muscles flexing. Down to just my khaki slacks, I grabbed my wife.
I threw her over my shoulder with ease.
She giggled in delight, her large breasts pressed into my back. My arm wrapped around her upper thighs to hold her in place. Her rump, clad in those panties, was right next to my face. She had such a great ass.
Dick throbbing hard, I carried her through the house. I marched with purpose, so eager to throw her down and then ravage Candy while my wife watched. I would fuck our daughter so hard. It would be incredible. My dick twitched and throbbed in my slacks. The ache to unload spurt after spurt of cum into my daughter's depths consumed me.
I licked my lips, savoring the taste of my wife lingering there. She had such a yummy pussy. Just like our daughter had one.
The stairs creaked. My wife trembled, her legs twitching. She cooed, her hands caressing my back. I reached the top floor and marched to our daughter's bedroom door, past the bathroom where I had learned the delights of her used panties. I reached her door, threw it open.
She lay on her belly on her bed, playing with her phone. She had on a tennis skirt and a tank top, her legs folded, feet thrust up in the air, toes curling. She tossed her phone to the side and glanced at us.
"Mmm, Daddy, I heard naughty sounds from downstairs," she cooed. "What were you and Mommy up to?"
"Your mother's wearing your panties," I said, swinging Rachel down. "Isn't that naughty of her?"
"So naughty," my daughter said. She parted her legs and showed an inviting shadow. "I didn't have any clean pairs to pull on." Her legs spread wider. Her shaved pussy appeared, slit barely parting to show off her inner, pink depths. "Now I know why."
I bent down and ripped the panties off my wife's hips, pulling them out from between her thick pussy lips. My wife's shaved cunt appeared, her labia quivering for a moment. Then she stepped out of the panties and I threw them at my daughter.
She trapped them and rolled over onto her back. She pressed her panties into her face, her skirt sliding down her elevated legs. Her pussy beckoned as she inhaled the sweet delights of her mother's own cunt.
"You soaked these, Mom," she gasped. "Ooh, she's such a naughty mother, Daddy."
"Yes, she is," I growled, licking my lips. I hungered for my daughter. I would feast on her. I would devour her utterly. My mouth salivated to pounce on her. I advanced, unfastening my belt as I went. Then I reached the bed and grabbed my daughter's knees.