Note: All characters are over the age of 18.
(Marie uses her special talents, and a little daughterly roleplay to satisfy her horny husband on his birthday)
"I have a surprise for you."
My wife, Marie suddenly spoke as I finished the last of my birthday lasagna that she makes every year. It was perfect, and not too wet or sloppy like most lasagna. The basil was chopped finely into the ricotta and the chilies were mixed into sausage and beef. A lot of care went into this. It's my favorite, and she always makes it for me on my birthday, as well as a cherry pie from scratch.
"Oh, I bet I know what this is." I said suggestively, meaning a decadent cherry pie was coming soon.
Marie nodded, and lithly excused herself from the table and into the kitchen.
I waited, and pissed around on my phone until I felt her hand on my shoulder...
My lovely, white skinned, huge titted, Italian wife was naked before me; her breasts mere inches from my face. I recognized her smell immediately as my daughter Courtney's sweet-smelling, cookie-flavored perfume. She was holding the cherry pie, and her perfectly primped makeup and huge bosom made her look like a 1950s pinup.
She carefully drew her finger around the rim of the pie, pulling up a glob of warm red filling.
l felt her hand on the back of my neck as I watched her slowly trace her finger over her erect, gummy, nipple; and then force her massive, doughy, tit into my mouth. I moaned into her soft flesh, and nursed the tart cherry flavor mixed with my daughter's perfume from her sweet, heavy titty.
Had my wife decided to turn herself into a deliciously suggestive dessert?
"This isn't the surprise." Marie whispered knowingly.
"I just didn't want you to forget who your wife is."
I was puzzled as she pulled my sucking lips away and I opened my eyes, looking into her huge soulful brown ones, searching for clues as to what she meant.
"Happy Birthday, John." she murmured as she lifted her overly large breast to her mouth and expertly sucked the remaining cherry flavor from her nipple.
she continued...
"Clear this table, and meet me upstairs in 10 minutes."
"Upstairs?" I questioned with my face, silently. Our bedroom was on the first floor.
"In *her* room, John." was all she said.
It was like a strike of lightning, as I knew immediately what her intentions were. She had roleplayed as our daughter Courtney months before, when she went away to college. We had both vowed we wouldnt 'go there' again, but she was clearly comfortable providing for my fantasies (our fantasies?) for a special occasion. I couldnt believe my luck and felt the blood rush into my dick at the thought that my wife was going to be doing something so filthy.
I watched in awe as she sauntered, nude, up the stairs, and spanked one of her full white ass cheeks for my benefit before disappearing into our daughter's childhood bedroom.
It took only 1 minute to frantically clear the table but I waited the full 10, checking my watch and imagining what sort of shameful delights awaited me.
"I'm ready, dad!" I heard Marie call down to me, and I was already harder than I have ever been in my life with anticipation. My mouth dry, I deliberately ascended the stairs and approached the door to my daughter's room. When i pushed it open, I was stunned at what was before me.
The room was familiar, and even smelled of Courtney. My wife had liberally applied her perfume everywhere including her own body, and around the room I took notice of the posters, stuffed toys, clothing, and pictures that belonged to my daughter, including a framed 8x10 of her darling, chubby-cheeked face, smiling from the nightstand.
And sitting there on the bed, was Marie.
She was dressed in Courtney's school top, tied obscenely around her huge, bloated tits, which were escaping upward like a biscuit tin. She had Courtney's plaid skirt around her knees, as her large womanly rear end would never fit into it. I could see her white, fluffy, asscheeks spreading on my daughter's blanket.
"Do you want to fuck your daughter?" Marie asked.
"Yes..." I croaked dryly.
"Yes, what?.... dad?" She was teasing.
"Yes i want to fuck my daughter." When I said this it came out as half growled. She nodded in approval, smiling big.
She beckoned me with one hand and pulled the knot loose holding Courtney's shirt over her heavy, creamy tits.
"Come fuck Courtney, and cum in me deep.... Happy Birthday."
I smiled beamingly at her, knowing I was about to see god.
She laid on her back, and pulled the skirt from her.
''Come fuck me, dad. Come fuck your little girl." she whimpered.
I dropped my pants and belt like an anchor, and thrust myself on top of her, milking her lips with mine and mauling her giant tits.
"Oh god, Courtney!!!" I erupted.
And suddenly she stopped, and pulled her knees to her chest.
"You're not fucking your wifes pussy." she said.
"I'm already lubricated... take me in my butt-pussy... my *Courtney-Pussy*." she stuttered to me, probably the horniest thing my wife has ever said to me.
I was drunk on her filthy talk as I beheld her slippery, well-oiled asshole.
Marie grabbed my cock and pulled me to her hole. I was about to incestuously have missionary anal sex with my wife, while she pretended to be my little girl. It was a lot to process.
"Look at my picture, dad, when you push inside of me." Marie whined.
I did.
I looked right in my darling, beloved daughter's eyes in her headshot and pushed earnestly into my wifes asshole.
