The Mind Control Device Chapter 7: Waking up to Daughter Delights
Introduction:
The next morning, the mind-control device has delivered daughter delights to its inventor.
Chapter Seven: Waking up to Daughter Delights
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2019
Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!
Dean Michael
There was a warmth around my cock. A weight on my chest. That was different.
I felt exhaustion on my mind as I climbed out of sleep. I groaned awake. I could feel that I hadn’t gotten anywhere near enough sleep. I should go back to bed, but there was the feeling of a naked girl on my chest.
Kimmie?
Who else would it be but my petite wife? Those small breasts, her lithe body. The only other person in my house it could be was my eighteen-year-old daughter June. And it couldn’t be her because…
My eyes snapped open.
June’s brown pigtails spread over my chest, her face resting right below my head. Memories flooded back to me. My eyes flicked to the laptop on the nightstand, screen off, but it was still on. Still interfaced with the mind-control device broadcasting down in my basement. The one that had changed my family last night.
We had all loved each other. Dusk, my eldest daughter of twenty, and myself. Dusk and my wife. June and me. June and my wife and Dusk. Dusk and June. June and my wife. All of us together. We had switched and swapped all the possibilities. My cock had taken both my daughter’s virginities while my wife’s own incestuous fantasies had come to life.
We had both been lusting for our daughters and too scared to open up to the other.
My hand stroked down my youngest daughter. Kimmie and Dusk (real name Eve) were sleeping cuddled up together. I should go back to bed. There was still thirty minutes before the alarm to wake us up for Sunday Morning church, but…
I had my eighteen-year-old daughter sleeping impaled on my cock. I remembered falling asleep like this. I was surprised to find myself still in her. I was hard. Morning wood hard, but that was mattering less and less with her tight snatch around me.
My fingers stroked up and down her back while I savored her on me. Her nipples rubbed into my chest. Her pussy clenched around me. She massaged me with that delicious cunt. It was a treat to experience. An absolute delight that I wanted to just enjoy. To savor. It was amazing to have her on me. Around me.
I would fuck her so hard. I would pound her. It would be incredible.
My fingers slid down my daughter’s spine to the crack of her ass. I dipped in between her butt-cheeks. My hand caressed her peachy rump as my digits went lower and lower through her ass-crack until I found it.
Her sphincter.
I circled it. June’s cute, little face twisted. She whimpered, her pussy clenching down on me. Her body squirmed and shifted. I teased her, loving the texture of her. Then I pressed down on her backdoor with my finger.
Such a cute moan burst from her lips as her tight anal ring parted to take in my middle digit. I sank to the first knuckle.
Her eyelids fluttered.
Then to the second digit.
Her mouth pursed.
I wiggled my finger around in her anal depths.
Her cunt clenched down on my cock. Her eyes shot open. She shifted on me, rubbing her nipples into my chest as she had a confused look on her face. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes with her hand.
“Daddy?” Her eyes shot to me. “Is your finger in my butthole?”
“And my cock is in your pussy,” I said.”
“I know that.” She smiled. “I fell asleep with you in me, and it was amazing.” She shifted on me, and then she leaned up and kissed me on the lips. Her mouth felt so soft and cute on mine. Her pussy clenched again. Her butthole clamped down on my finger. Her hips moved.
She wiggled her pussy around my cock, slow circles of her hips while her naughty tongue danced around mine. She was growing up so fast. Becoming so skilled at pleasing her daddy. It was incredible to experience.
She broke the kiss and then lifted herself up. Her pussy shifted around my cock. My finger fluttered around in her, twitching and teasing her. Her little nose wiggled so cutely. Her small breasts came into view, little budding mounds. Her right hand planted on my chest, bracing herself.
“Daddy,” she moaned and slid her pussy up and down my cock, her snatch gripping it.
“Mmm,” moaned from my wife. She blinked open her eyes. “Dean… What are you doing?”
“Having sex with my cute Junebug,” I said.
June giggled.
“Oh, okay,” my wife said, hugging Dusk tighter to her. “Have fun…” She seemed to be drifting back to sleep while Dusk, the consummate college coed, could sleep through anything.
“Daddy,” June groaned as she worked her pussy up and down my cock. “Daddy! Daddy!”
“Shhh,” I said. “Your mother and sister are still sleeping.”
June nodded, her brown pigtails swaying down around her face. Her blue eyes had a bright shine to them. Her pussy clenched around me as she rose up my cock, massing me with her delicious twat. I pumped my finger in and out of her asshole as she did, giving her more stimulation.
Making my daughter happy.
The mind-control device held her in its programming, its ultra-high frequency sound waves, too high for a human, even a dog, to hear, were radiating out from the device in the basement. It was only affecting the people in my house, even me with a protocol that gave me the stamina to please three horny women.
My daughters had inherited their mother’s sexual appetite.
June’s hot, we t pussy rode faster and faster up my cock. Her little titties jigged. My left hand stroked her hip and then down to her thigh. The muscles bunched and flexed as she worked her pussy up and down my cock. She slammed down me, taking my cock to the hilt in her twat over and over again.
“Daddy,” she whispered. “Oh, Daddy.”
“Uh-huh,” I grunted. “That’s it, June.”
She slammed down my cock again and again. Her pussy massaged my dick. Marinated it with her incestuous juices. Her twat grew hotter and hotter. The ache built and built at the tip of my shaft, that delightful need to pump my daughter full of spunk.
I’d bathe her twat. Spurt after spurt of cum pumping into her. Filling her. It would splash against her cervix. It would baste her in my spunk. I groaned, my finger wiggling around inside of her asshole. I flexed it. Massaged her with it.
She wiggled her hip from side to side, stirring her cunt around my cock. The pleasure of her pussy was intense. Delicious. The best delight in the world. I was glad to feel her riding me, to experience this amazing pleasure surging through me.
“Oh, Daddy!” she whispered, being quiet while her throaty moans burst from her lips.
Her snatch massaged me. Teased me. It was the absolute best. I groaned and then thrust my hips upward. I bounced her on my cock. She gasped then clamped a hand over her mouth. She slammed back down my dick.
I fucked upward into her again. And again.
Delight shone in her blue eyes as I bounced her on my cock. Squeals of girlish pleasure burst from behind her hand. Her asshole clung to my dick. Her pussy clenched down on my aching shaft as she bucked up it. Her juicy twat gripped me. Teased me. Pleased me. It was incredible to feel. My balls approached a boil.
She slammed down me and bucked.
Her pussy went wild around my dick.
She squealed into her hand clamped over her mouth.
I groaned at the incestuous feel of her pussy spasming around my cock. Her cunny rippled. Writhed. Sucked at me. Her juices soaked my balls as they soared to a boil. She leaned on her right hand, putting her weight on me. Pigtails swayed.
“Fuck,” I grunted and my cock exploded.
My cum spurted hot into her convulsing pussy. Her snatch rippled around me faster. Harder. She squealed again into her hand, her blue eyes rolling back in her head. I grinned at the pleasure bursting out of her. I gave my daughter rapture. She loved every second of milking my cock.
The pleasure slammed into my mind. Sparks burst across my vision. My balls unloaded into my eighteen-year-old daughter’s wonderful snatch. Her flesh rippled around me. Her pigtails danced. Then she collapsed on my chest, her hand ripping away from me.
“Daddy!” she mewled, rubbing her face into my chest hairs.
“My cute Junebug,” I groaned, stroking her back.
The exhaustion of not getting enough sleep hit me as the last of my cum flooded her pussy. I closed my eyes, falling into a doze. I could lie like this forever, my dick marinating in my youngest daughter’s cunny. I didn’t need to pee. I just needed to—
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
“Fuck,” I groaned, my right hand shooting out to reach the alarm clock. Instead, I hit the screen of my laptop. “Shit.”
“Daddy!” June gasped. “That’s a no-no word.”
“Daddy can curse in the morning,” I muttered and pushed my laptop out of the way.
“Turn it off,” groaned Dusk. “Why is it so early?”
“Because we were up so late,” my wife said, her voice groggy. “Dean… please…”
I reached the alarm cock just beyond the laptop. I hit the button and it turned off. Everyone groaned in relief. My eyes closed again. June felt so warm on my chest. Her pussy was wrapped around my cock. I could—
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
“Everyone up,” my wife said, the sound of her hands smacking together ringing in my ears. “Come on, it’s time to get ready for church.”
My daughters and I all groaned.
“Come on, we need to take showers. Get ready. We’ve been having sex all night. Dusk, don’t even go back to bed.”
Dusk gasped and shot her eyes open. “You just pinched my ass, Mom!”
“Mmm, and it’s such a cute ass,” Kimmie purred. My wife’s red hair swept over our eldest daughter’s face as Kimmie darted in to kiss her cheek. “Now get it up and moving.”
“Fine, can I wash Dad in the shower?”
June gasped. “Ooh, ooh, can I, too?”
“No,” my wife said. “I know what will happen in there. You two girls cannot be trusted around your father.”
“Yeah, look at the little munchkin. Just riding Dad’s cock while I was trying to sleep,” Dusk said.
“Oh, no, did I wake you?” June asked. “I tried to be quiet.”
“The bed was rocking.” Dusk sat up. Her round breasts, the largest in the family and clearly inherited from my genes and not my wife’s, swayed. “Fine, let’s go get ready for dumb church.”
“It’s spiritually enlightening,” my wife said.
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June “Junebug” Michael
“Surprise!” I said and burst into the bathroom with Dusk.
“What are you girls doing in there?” Mom called.
“Cleaning Dad, Mom,” Dusk said and locked the door behind us.
Dad, who was just about to step into the shower, glanced at us. He shook his head. “I thought your mother said not to join me in the shower.”
“Well, we can save water and be eco-friendly if we shower together,” Dusk said, almost shouting. “So chill, Mom.”
Mom sighed. “Fine, fine. But if you make us late for church, Dusk…”
“It’s cool,” Dusk said. “We’ll be fine.”
“Yep, we’ll be fine,” I said, feeling so daring. We were disobeying Mom, which sent a naughty flutter through me. I didn’t do it often, but…
Daddy’s cock was so hard and he didn’t seem to be objecting as Dusk and I fell to our knees before him. We both leaned in towards his cock just coated in my fresh pussy juices. His cum leaked out of me, feeling so wonderful in my twat.
I liked having Daddy’s cum in me. It felt right. Like that was what a daughter’s pussy was for: to hold her daddy’s jizz. How could something so wonderful be wrong? Why had I ever thought that incest was bad?
Dusk and I attacked his cock. That was how she’d described our plan when we’d stepped out of our parents’ bedroom. “We have to go in fast,” Dusk had whispered to me just a few minutes ago. “Get in, lock the door, and start attacking his cock with our tongue.”
Our tongues attacked his hard, long cock. I shuddered at the taste of my pussy juices as I lapped at his left side while Dusk took on his right. Her strawberry-blonde hair, gathered in pigtails like mine and Mom’s, swayed around her face.
That was a new look for Dusk. Pigtails. But I’d seen Mom wear her hair like that. Especially right before bed like she was doing it for adult fun.
“Damn,” Daddy groaned as our tongues dragged up his twitching cock to the tip.
I flicked across the spongy crown. He moaned the loudest when I did that. Then I was darting my head down to lick from the beginning again. His cock moved, bobbing and being prodded by Dusk’s tongue. It made it fun to lick at him.
His hand rested on the top of my and Dusk’s head. His fingers massaged our heads as our tongues bathed up and down his cock. We flicked to the crown again and again, coating him in our saliva and licking up all my pussy juices.
Sex with Daddy, and with my family, was so much fun.
Dusk swallowed the tip of his cock first.
Daddy groaned, his fingers massaging my head as she sucked. Slurped. She made such naughty sounds. So skilled and mature. My big sis was so much more grownup than me. Her head moved. She bobbed her lips.
I just had to watch her. I smiled as her strawberry-blonde pigtails danced around her shoulders as she worked her mouth up and down his cock. Her pink lips sealed tight about his shaft. He groaned, his dick twitching and throbbing.
“Daddy, is she making you feel amazing?” I asked, my pussy clenching. The joy on his face was so priceless to see.
“Yes,” he groaned, his fingers massaging my scalp. “Yes, she is. She feels amazing on my cock. Damn.”
Dusk popped her mouth off, a line of spittle connecting her mouth to his cock. She darted her lips to mine, gave me a naughty kiss, her tongue just brushing my mouth. Then she moaned, “Your turn, little munchkin.”
I sucked Daddy’s cock into my mouth like I was inhaling a deep breath. Then I nursed on him. I struggled to remember how Dusk had moved her head. She turned it from side to side. I did it and rubbed Daddy’s cock around in my mouth. Against the roof. My inner cheeks.
He groaned. He liked that.
Then I tried the bobbing. That was fun. My lips slid up and down his cock. It made my pussy clench, forcing out the cum bubbling inside of me. I shuddered. Drool ran down my chin. I groaned, my heart pounding with my excitement. This was all such a naughty thing to experience.
I felt so thrilled to get to enjoy it.
My tongue danced and darted around Daddy’s cock. I loved every moment of this. It was so much fun to tease him and suck on him and give him all this pleasure. My pussy clenched. My heart pounded so hard as I sucked on his dick.
“My turn,” Dusk said.
I groaned and slid my mouth off his cock. Dusk took my place. Daddy groaned.
“I don’t even hear the shower running!” Mom shouted.
“Almost ready,” Daddy groaned as Dusk bobbed her head. “Shit!”
I giggled. “Bad word, Daddy.”
“Sex is the best time to say them,” he groaned. “Shit, your sister’s making my cock feel so good. Why don’t you play with my balls? You soaked them in your juices, too.”
Daddy’s balls? My eyes widened as I stared at them. Hairy and looking wet. They were big and round. They swayed. I leaned down past Dusk and smelled my fresh juices and his salty musk. Then I was kissing them, licking them.
Daddy’s cum came from here. His seed. He could make me pregnant like Lot did with his daughters in the bible. He had two of them, too. Of course, our mother was still alive, but it was still such a delicious thing to think about.
I sucked on his balls. I nursed on them while Dusk pleased my daddy’s cock. He groaned, fingers rubbing across my scalp.
“That’s it,” Daddy groaned. “Damn, Dusk.”
She sucked louder. Harder. Those slurping sounds made my body shake. I sucked from ball to ball, loving Daddy’s cock. His wiry pubic hairs caressed over my face. I wiggled my hips and bumped into Dusk’s waist.
“No!” groaned Daddy. “Put your faces together before my cock! Hurry!”
That sounded urgent.
I ripped my head from Daddy’s balls and placed my cheek against my sister’s face. Daddy’s cock was right before us, twitching and throbbing, full of all that cum. I stared up at his handsome face. He didn’t have his glasses on—nor did Dusk so I guess you shouldn’t wear those in the shower. He looked so strong without them.
“Fist me!” he groaned but Dusk was already doing that. “Shit, shit! Fuck!”
Daddy’s cock erupted.
I squealed in surprise as his cum splashed across my face. The hot spunk coated my skin. Dribbled down my cheek while Dusk moaned beside me. More and more of Daddy’s seed splashed over us. He was showering us while groaning in delight.
“Don’t hear showering,” Mom called again.
“There’s showering!” Dusk groaned.
I giggled. Cum landed on my lips. In my mouth. I loved it. So much of Daddy’s hot spunk coated my face while he groaned with pleasure. Dusk and I made Daddy feel amazing. And that was wonderful. We were dripping in the spunk. It dripped off my chin and landed on my little titties. It ran over my face.
It was so perfect.
“Okay, okay, in the shower before your mother kills us,” panted Daddy. He reached over the shower/tub combo and turned on the water.
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Kimberly “Kimmie” Michaels
The water hissed on.
I shuddered as I headed downstairs to start breakfast. I wanted to have a fortifying meal for my family. We had a wild night last night. It made my pussy so juicy just thinking about all the kinky things we did with them.
I rubbed my fingers through the hot folds of my pussy. I caressed myself for a moment, wanting to surrender to masturbatory delight. My cunt ached. It sounded like Dean was getting a double blowjob from the girls.
I really should spank Dusk for locking me out like that. She was too much like me. A dirty, dirty mind lurked behind those cute, green eyes. Whether she wore her glasses or not, she was a vixen. I rubbed harder at my pussy and—
My phone rang.
I had left it down here to charge, not taking it up to my room. I never did, not wanting the distraction at night. I ripped my hands from my pussy and swiped the screen. It was my friend, Natalie. I answered the phone and put her on speaker.
“Hey, Natalie,” I said, setting her on the counter and began grabbing a skillet and the vegetable oil.
“How’re things with you?” she asked.
“Fine, fine,” I said, smiling. “Our family had a fun night. We found a way to keep the girls from fighting.”
“Oh?” my friend asked. “I’d kill for a way to keep Keven and Samantha from being at each other’s throats.”
I almost said, “Have Samantha suck Keven’s cock,” but at the last moment, I stopped myself. Just because I knew incest was perfectly fine, didn’t mean my friend did. “Oh, well, you know, we had some fun, family bonding.”
“Family bonding, huh?” my friend asked. “Like play a game or something? Monopoly?”
“Sure, sure,” I said. “It was a fun game.” A sexy game. I just wanted to blurt that out.
“The only way I could think of to get my kids to behave is to have Samantha suck her brother off.”
Hearing her say my thought out loud shocked me. It shouldn’t have since incest was perfectly fine. “Oh, really? I’m surprised. You think about your kids like that?”
“Keven, sometimes,” she said. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this, but the moment the phone picked up, I just felt… relaxed about it. You know, you ever stared at your kids and thought, if only I could touch them. Well, you only have daughters.”
“Oh, I’ve done more than touch them,” I said as I worked on getting breakfast ready.
“What? You and your daughters?” Natalie sounded breathless. “Does Dean know.”
“Know? We shared them. I said we found a way to keep them from fighting.” I smiled. “They’re up with their father right now in the shower. If I know my girls, they’re going to be fucking him soon. I have to keep them on track.”
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Natalie Meyers
“Oh, that sounds so hot,” I moaned to Kimmie. I couldn’t believe I was being so open about sharing these secrets with my friend. I bit my lip, imagining Keven and Samantha in the shower with me, touching me. Washing me.
It was beyond any of the idle thoughts I’d had before this moment. I’d noticed Keven growing into a handsome, young man. He had grown so hunky and strong. I wiggled my hips. My pussy was melting just thinking about him running his hands over me.
“They gave him a double blowjob after locking me out of the bathroom,” Kimmie was saying.
“Oh, those naughty daughters of—”
“Hey, honey, I can’t find my blue tie,” my husband, Mitch, called. “Do you know where it is?”
“I have to go,” I whispered. “Have fun with your naughty family. I definitely have to see about getting Samantha to blow Keven. Or maybe I’ll just do it myself.”
“Good luck,” my friend said.
I hung up and…
Why did I feel so horny? My panties felt sodden. I just got out of the shower. I groaned, needing to change those. I shook my head. I couldn’t even remember what I’d been talking to Kimmie about. Something about… Family games?
“Honey, my blue tie?” Mitch asked.
“Right, right,” I said and hurried out of the room. Then I groaned, I forgot to ask her for that recipe for peach cobbler. I sent her a text as I went to find my husband’s tie.
Keven stepped out of the bathroom and my cheeks blushed at the sight of him not wearing a shirt. So handsome and young. Images of sucking his cock popped into my mind. Dirty, shameful ones. I darted past him without saying a word.
What was wrong with me?
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Eve “Dusk” Michaels
“I know what you’re doing, young lady,” Daddy said as I wiggled back into him with my wet ass, his hard cock sliding over my wet butt-cheeks.
“What, Daddy?” I asked, soaping my tits.
“What’s she doing, Daddy?” June asked. She stood before me, the water striking the back of her hair. She had undone her pigtails. It really only felt right doing that in the shower and going to bed. Of course, I fell asleep without undoing mine.
“She’s trying to get me to fuck her up the ass,” Daddy said. He groaned as his cock slipped between my butt-cheeks.
“Really, Daddy, what a thing to suggest,” I said and then did a booty shake like the girls did in a rap video. I worked my butt-cheeks up and down his cock, massaging him.
“You little brat,” Daddy groaned. “Your mother’s going to be angry with you.”
I just shrugged. “If you’re such a horny beast that can’t control himself, how is that my fault.”
June giggled. She wiped her hands down to her pussy, rubbing at her sparse bush as she stared at me with little-sister heroine worship in her eyes. I winked at her.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “If you’re going to be a teasing brat.”
“Brat?” I gasped in mock shock. “The things you say to your daughters — Daddy!”
He moved fast. Before I realized it, he had the tip of his cock pressing right at my asshole. I had soaped up before wiggling against him, so his dick was all sudsy. He pushed right on my sphincter and I groaned. His arms hugged me, strong hands grabbing my boobs and kneading them.
He slammed to the hilt in me.
My eyes gasped at the feel of his big dick invading my asshole. I clamped my bowels down around him. I trembled in his embrace, holding tight to him. He felt amazing stretching out my anal sheath. I groaned, drinking in every last bit of sensation he gave me.
Then he drew back and slammed in again. He buried his cock to the hilt in me again. He pumped away fast and hard. He pounded me. Fucked me. I groaned, loving every bit of his dick thrusting to the hilt in me.
It was incredible.
The best.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned as he drilled me. “Oh, Daddy! Oh, that’s incredible, Daddy!”
“Ooh, ooh, you’re fucking her hard!” my little sister moaned. “You’re sodomizing her! That’s a sin, Daddy!”
“A fucking sweet one!” I groaned.
“That’s a naughty word,” June said, rubbing her pussy with her soapy hands.
“Yes, it is!” I gasped, squeezing my asshole around Daddy’s drilling cock. “But when you have a dick in your asshole, I think you can fucking swear!”
“Definitely,” Daddy growled, his fingers squeezing my tits.
June darted her head down and sucked my nipple into her mouth. I groaned, delighting in her nursing sensation shooting delight straight down to my pussy. My bowels tightened around Daddy’s cock while the heat grew and grew in my twat.
The little munchkin happily nursed on my nipple, her lips sealed around it and her eyes staring up at me with such worship in them. She definitely didn’t annoy me as much as she used to. How could she when she was such a cutie?
“Yes, yes,” Daddy grunted, his crotch smacking into my wet ass. The incestuous sound echoed through the shower. “Dusk!”
“Ram that big dick into my ass, Daddy!” I groaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, I’m going to cum so hard on you.”
June nibbled on my nipple with her soft lips. I liked that. It added a new spice to the pleasure coursing through my body. I groaned, wiggling my hips from side to side. The pleasure swelled through me. I groaned, hurtling towards that wonderful explosion.
I would have such a magnificent climax on this incestuous cock. It would be spectacular. I groaned, squeezing down tight on Daddy’s dick. I held him tight. I reveled in him burying into me. His cock hammered me. He fucked me with powerful strokes.
“Daddy!” I groaned. “Oh, yes, yes, Daddy!”
“Let me feel that asshole climax,” Daddy growled. “You’re mother’s going to be so mad if you make us late, so you better explode.” His fingers squeezed and kneaded my tits.
“Just keep fucking my ass!”
I loved it. My pussy juices dripped down my thighs. My cunt grew hotter and hotter, feeding on the heat that came from his cock hammering my bowels. He slammed that big dick into me deep and hard. He reamed me. I trembled, gasping, whimpering, loving every second of his dick plundering into me.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, Daddy! Oh, my god, Daddy! I’m almost there!”
His right hand shot down from my boob, leaving only my sister enjoying that tit as she suckled on my nipple. He slid over my wet belly, past my down of pubic hair, to cup my pussy. His strong fingers slid over my vulva. So different from my own digits stroking me. Thicker. Rougher.
Daddy drove two of them into my cunt as he buried his cock into my asshole. The heel of his hand ground on my clit. I bucked and shuddered, the rapture surging through me. I groaned, my breast jiggling in Daddy’s massaging grip. June whimpered, sucking harder.
She must be masturbating herself like Daddy fingered me. Plunging her slender fingers into her twat. Daddy stretched mine out. His two digits were almost as thick as his cock. I whimpered and groaned, the pleasure building faster and faster.
I felt dizzy from the anal delight. The amazing pleasure built and built in me faster and faster. I groaned, my head swaying from the rapture that was about to consume me. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest.
I came.
“Daddy!”
My pussy convulsed around Daddy’s digits. My asshole around his drilling cock. He groaned, hammering into my spasming bowels while pussy juices gushed out around his fingers. My clit throbbed beneath his massaging touch. Stars burst across my eyes.
“I’m cumming so fucking hard!” I gasped, my voice echoing through the bathroom while the waves of rapture inundated my mind.
I drowned in them.
They swirled around me, buffeting me left and right. They were incredible. I savored every moment of them. I gasped and moaned as my bowels sucked at him. Daddy grunted, slammed into my asshole, and erupted.
“Yes, yes, Daddy, flood my asshole!”
My sister squealed in delight. She gasped and moaned around my nipple while daddy’s cum pumped into my asshole. He spurted over and over into me. He filled me with all that wonderful seed. I loved every moment of it.
I loved our amazing family.
“Fuck,” Daddy groaned. “This is the best. This is just heaven having all of you.”
“Good,” Mom called, “Because I’m hearing fucking. Not showering! Breakfast’s ready. Finish up, get out, and let’s go.”
“Yes, Mom!” I howled, my orgasm hitting the peak while my bowels milked out all of Daddy’s cum.
June’s mouth popped off my nipple and she groaned, “Daddy, Daddy! I came, too. I can thrust all my fingers into my cunny now that you popped my cherry!”
“God, you’re adorable, little munchkin,” I moaned, riding my incestuous high.
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Kimberly “Kimmie” Michaels
Breakfast over, I was finally able to take my shower. Those girls were going to hog my husband. I couldn’t blame them. It was so hot that they were doing things with their father. I stepped out of the shower and found my husband shaving. He looked distant.
I yawned, exhausted.
He glanced at me. “How are you doing?”
“Paying for an amazing night,” I said, wrapping my hair up. The girls were getting ready in the bathroom they shared. Most mornings, they were trying to kill each other. Now I was wondering if they were trying to finger each other. “Church is going to be loooong. But I’m glad that this all happened.”
“Yeah,” Dean said. He had a long look on his face. He always appeared younger without his glasses on.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Just… We could have enjoyed Dusk for a while. Even June. Both of us were just too scared to take that plunge and tell the other what we felt.”
“Well, it’s out now,” I said and scratched at his back.
He sighed as my fingernails worked into his skin. He turned off his electric razor, face smooth. I leaned in and kissed the side of his cheek. He turned, and then I kissed him on the mouth. We could have enjoyed them earlier.
I know I always wanted to see him molest our daughters. I thought it was my shameful secret. Dean always looked so panicked when I joked that our daughters, especially precious June, turned him on. Now I understood why he panicked.
She really had, and he was scared I’d realize that truth.
I broke the kiss and wiped the mirror off of condensation so I could start with my makeup. I pulled out my supplies while he padded out of the bathroom to our bedroom. I could see him grab his laptop and pull it on his lap.
Men had it so lucky. They needed a fraction of the time to get ready. Of course, I didn’t want to be seen without my makeup. I had bags under my eyes from lack of sleep. That had to go. I hummed as I worked.
“I need to buy some electronics after church,” Dean said absently. “We should take separate cars unless you want to spend the afternoon digging through parts.”
“No thanks,” I said. “That’s the one type of shopping I can pass on.”
He chuckled.
“It’ll give me some time to play with our daughters.”
“Sure, sure,” he said absently, typing at his computer. He had his glasses on and looked so serious. The tinkerer playing with his inventions. He had skill at it.
I hummed and went back to applying my makeup. I rubbed in the foundation and concealer, getting rid of those bags. I worked with the skill that wearing makeup since I was younger than Dusk had imparted. All the little tricks I’d learned over the years paying off.
Then I attacked my hair. I kept it wrapped up, so it didn’t have to dry. I didn’t have to do much with it, just comb it straight. I skipped using any product and put it into pigtails. I liked how that felt. I normally only did it when roleplaying with Dean, but it felt nice.
Made my already petite body and youthful face appear even younger. I could pass for a college coed.
I exited the bathroom and said, “You need to get dressed, too, honey.”
“Oh, right,” he said, blinking as I opened my drawer.
I pulled on a pair of satin panties and a matching bra. Then I pulled on a silk shift to wear beneath my dress. I went with a pink one that cinched at the waist and flared like a bell as it fell down past my knees. It had a high neckline but was sleeveless. Dean zipped me up and kissed the back of my neck. I donned earrings, a sapphire necklace, and a pair of tennis bracelets.
Dean pulled on black slacks, a blue dress shirt, and a dark-red tie with silver threading woven into it. He looked sharp. We left the bedroom and found our daughters waiting downstairs, June in a cute white dress with a pink ribbon cinched around her waist and tied in a large bow in the back. Both her and Dusk wore pigtails, too. Our eldest was wearing a flowery dress with a fluttering skirt that went just down to her shin. Sleeveless, like mine, but with a rounded neckline that showed off some of her chest, but no cleavage. She had a gold necklace about her throat.
“I just like how Daddy feels in me,” June was saying. “Just sliding in and out of me. It’s incredible. I didn’t know my body could feel so good.”
“Riiiight?” Dusk said. She glanced up at me as we descended down the stairs, Dean behind me. He broke off to head downstairs while Dusk said, “What about you, Mom? What’s the best part of having sex with Dad.”
“When he cums in me,” I said. “Nothing like feeling your father squirt his jizz in me.”
June nodded her enthusiasm, her brown pigtails flying. She held her white clutch purse to her stomach while she held her bible, in a pink case with a handle along the spine, in the other. “That’s amazing.”
“I like his balls hitting me,” said Dusk as she stood up. “They’re so full, and I just know they’ll flood me.”
“That’s nice,” I said as my daughters clustered around me. We were heading to the garage where my white Prius awaited. My husband had his SUV parked beside it. “Especially when they smack on my clit.”
“Yes, yes,” June said, bouncing and heading for the backseat.
“You’re driving, Mom?” Dusk said.
“We’re taking separate cars,” I said. “You’re dad wants to go buy parts.”
“Ah,” Dusk said. She slipped into the passenger seat.
Dean reemerged from the house holding his laptop in one hand and that device he built to help the girls study in the other. He slipped it into the passenger seat and then hurried around to his side of the car. He smiled at me.
I grinned at him.
After I was settled into the driver seat, I started up the car. Dean was already backing his SUV out of the driveway while June bounced in the backseat. She squirmed as I looked behind me to back out after my husband.
“I liked riding him,” June said as the car rolled backward. “Just working my pussy up and down his…”
Her words trailed off as the car left the garage and…
I blinked. I shook my head as I felt something… I couldn’t quite… June’s bouncing stopped. Dusk yawned and then leaned her head back. We were talking about something, but I couldn’t quite remember what it was. I yawned next.
“Why did I stay up all night watching dumb movies with you?” Dusk asked, glancing in the back at June.
“Catching Fire isn’t dumb!” June squeaked. “It’s an amazing film. Katniss is so brave in it, and Peeta is so handsome.”
“Peeta? God, at least like Gale!”
“Gale’s why Primrose died!”
“Exactly, he got rid of an annoying pipsqueak!”
“Pipsqueak!”
“It’s too early for you girls to be fighting,” I muttered. I had this lingering feeling that they weren’t only a minute ago. We were talking about… about…
My mind did not want to work. I didn’t even understand why I was so tired. Dean and I had some fun last night, not unusual on a Saturday. I had finally worked up the courage to pretend to be June. I put my hair in pigtails and…
My hair was in pigtails. Oh, god, how tired was I this morning?
Anyways, we had our roleplay, and Dean had loved it, calling me Junebug, pretending that I was our daughter. It was the hottest, most taboo sex we’d ever had. It was as close as I could come to revealing my true desires.
To have my husband make love to our daughters. Especially precocious June.
That would never happen. Which was a shame? It would be hot. I shifted the car into drive, thinking about digging out Dusk’s old cheer uniform from when she was younger. Before her breasts had grown bigger than mine.
Flashes of her eating my pussy popped into my mind. It was like remembering something out of a dream. Faint. No context. And then the impulse was gone again. What a shame we’d never have that. I could never reveal the truth to my depraved fantasies.
Even if I really, really wanted to.
As I drove, more bits of that dream popped into my mind. We had a family orgy. We were so happy together. The girls weren’t bickering over dumb movies but licking and loving and pleasing their daddy and me.
It made me feel so sad that it was only a dream. It would be so incredible if it were real. If our family truly had done all those naughty things together. My pussy was growing wet just thinking about it.
I was definitely stealing Dusk’s cheer outfit and wearing it to bed tonight.
“Why am I wearing pigtails?” Dusk suddenly demanded. “Oh, my god, I have June’s baby hairstyle.”
“Pigtails are not for babies!” June shouted from the back. “They’re for pretty girls who want to look cute, not trying to look like dumb bimbos from Hollywood.”
I groaned as the squabbling began. I really, really needed some coffee. I followed my husband into the drive-thru line for Stay Awake Cafe, the local coffee house that we always went to. I needed it so bad.
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Dean Michaels
As I drove, I hoped the amnesia protocol was working on my family when they left the boundary of the house. If my women didn’t forget all the naughty things we did, they would recontextualize it. Maybe my wife would be fine, since she harbored the desire to molest our daughters, but June and Dusk would instantly realize that incest was wrong. That what we’d done wasn’t right.
It could hurt their minds. Make them feel ashamed. They could talk to the wrong person and get my wife and me in trouble.
Especially me.
It was better that they forgot everything they did under the machine’s influence once out of range. When they returned home, entering the boundary of the house, the incest protocol would sweep over them and make everything all right again. The family could love each other safely at home.
I had the mind-control device sitting beside me. Once my family had left the premise of the house, I had turned it off. No point in draining its battery. I yawned as I drove, my eyes flicking to the rearview mirror to watch my wife’s Prius.
Dusk was turned around and talking to June in the backseat. My wife rubbed at her temple. The girls must be fighting. They didn’t have their new-found appreciation for each other’s bodies to attenuate their clash of personalities right now.
Poor Kimmie.
I turned into Stay Awake Cafe to order coffee. I gave mine, just a large cup of dark roast drip coffee with extra whole milk, no sugar. I pulled up and in a few minutes had reached the window were a perky barista said, “Hi, Mr. Michaels.”
“Hey, Carla,” I said to the black-haired girl. She was maybe nineteen and wearing an apron over her street clothes. A pair of White Capris and a striped, long-sleeved shirt with said sleeves rolled up to her elbows. A wooden bracelet, carved with tribal designs, clad her wrist. “How’s it going.”
“Busy, busy, busy!” she said, leaning out and giving me a smile. Three other girls bustled behind her.
If I installed a machine here, the girls could work topless, showing off those perky tits of theirs in ways the ladies working the bikini barista stand up the street could never get away with. Fresh, wholesome girls with their lovely delights out and…
I glanced at the mind-control device and muttered, “Shit.”
I couldn’t believe what had just popped into my mind. Maybe I was taking this a little too far, but…
I was buying the part to buy one to install at my college where I taught engineering. I could build a second one, let the customers of Stay Awake Cafe have a treat. Install it in there, put up something like the ignore protocol along with something like a hire cute girls protocol.
My dick throbbed hard as I took my coffee from Carla.
“You have a great day, Mr. Michaels,” she said. “Say hi to your wife for me.”
“She’s right behind me,” I muttered and pulled out to head to church, sinful thoughts dancing through my head.
To be continued…
