FATEFUL NIGHT

I was home alone one evening. My wife was out with the 
girls and my daughter was doing a sports party at 
school. I took the opportunity to break out my old porn 
tapes and watch a few. About midway through the first 
one, I heard the front door unlock and open. I quickly 
turned of the tape and started flipping through 
channels.

"Daddy?" came a voice. It was my daughter, come home 
early. "You home?"

"Yes, baby," I called. "How did it go?"

"It was ok," she replied. She shrugged off her gym bag 
and her jacket. "It got boring, so I came home." She 
plopped down beside me. "What are you watching?" 

"Oh, nothing," I lied. "I'm just flipping through 
channels."

"Thinking about going camping, daddy?" she giggled. 
"Nice tent you've erected."

I looked down, noticed my erection. I started turning 
red.

"It's ok, daddy. I'd go camping with you any day."

She got up, placed a hand on my erection, kissed me on 
the cheek, and headed upstairs. While I recovered from 
her touch, I heard her run a shower. Minutes later, I 
heard her call for me. Carefully, I entered the 
bathroom.

"Daddy, can you wash my back?" she asked, sounding 
innocent.

"Sure, baby." I replied. I could see her outline 
through the curtain, and I couldn't help being very 
turned on. She stuck her hand out of the shower, 
handing me the soapy wash cloth, and opened the shower 
curtain up wide enough for me to reach in. She'd pulled 
her hair to one side so that it wouldn't interfere. I 
took the soapy rag and began washing her back, taking 
time to cover every inch. 

"Can you... go lower?" she asked.

I did as she requested, but I dropped the rag, washing 
her round cheeks with my bare hand. I made a bold move 
and slipped a finger between her cheeks. This was 
rewarded with a moan from her.

"All done," I told her.

"Thanks, daddy." she replied, bending over to retrieve 
the rag. In that moment, I caught a glimpse of her 
maturing pussy that I assumed was still virgin. Content 
with my view, I turned to leave.

"Umm... daddy?" came her sweet voice. "Can you do my 
front too?"

I paused.

"Please?" she seemed to plead.

In this moment, I knew that my life was about to change 
in a big way. Was this planned? Had she wanted this all 
along? I couldn't be this fortunate. I turned around 
and took the plunge.

"How about if I join you?" I suggested.

"I was hoping you would." I could hear the smile in her 
voice. I undressed and stepped into the shower with 
her.

"I think you need a place to stick your tent pole, 
daddy," she said, regarding my erection. 

I took the rag and lathered soap into it. She put her 
hands behind her head, allowing me full access. I began 
washing her neck and chest, taking extra care on her 
supple breasts. I'd noticed how much she'd grown over 
the years, and now at 15, I could tell that as she got 
older, her breasts would only get bigger. Even more so 
once she got pregnant. As I got to her stomach, she 
took the rag from me.

"You don't need this anymore," she spoke softly. "Just 
use your hand."

I put some soap on my hand and continued down. I was 
expecting to feel a little tuft of hair, but to my 
surprise there wasn't any. She kept herself shaven. It 
was a pleasant surprise. I looked up at her to see her 
smiling. She moaned as I slipped a finger between her 
lips and brushed her clit. I stood back and let the 
water wash all over her body. My hands rubbed any last 
traces of soap away. 

She was breathing hard and I could almost hear her 
heart racing. Without warning, she took my face in her 
hands and kissed me. Her lips were warm and wanting. 
Her tongue pleaded for mine and I gave it to her. My 
erection poked at her abdomen, looking for a place to 
go. My daughter lifted a leg and wrapped it around my 
waist. As I picked her up, I looked her and asked, "Are 
you sure?"

She nodded. "Yes, daddy," she whispered between 
breaths.

I pointed my cock between her lips and found her hole. 
Before I knew it, I was shaft deep inside her. She'd 
thrust herself onto me. She let out a quiet shriek and 
dug her fingers into my back. I heard her pant and 
breath through the pain. I was surprised at the ease 
that I slipped in. She was tight and I knew I was 
stretching her, but I was slightly disappointed. She 
wasn't a virgin. I was too wrapped in the moment to let 
that thought discourage me. My cock was deep inside my 
own daughter!

"I love you, daddy," she whimpered.

I looked at her and she was crying. I couldn't tell if 
it was from the pain or from the emotion. 

"I love you, too," I replied. I felt no guilt because I 
truly loved her. Still holding her, I began slowly 
pumping in and out of her. She gasped and moaned at 
each thrust, rocking her hips against mine. She begged 
me to go faster. I did so. Her squeals and moans became 
louder. The faster I went, the louder she got. It 
wasn't long before I felt my own orgasm coming. I 
didn't know what to do.

"I'm going to cum soon," I spoke.

She only smiled and kissed me.

"Do it in me, daddy."

"But, what if..."

She stopped me with a kiss. 

"If I do, I want it to be yours," she spoke. "That's 
how much I love you."

I thrust in her deeper and harder. She met my thrusts 
with her own. Finally, I pushed my cock deep and 
exploded inside her. She orgasmed, squealing at the 
feeling of me spasming inside her. I got at least five 
shots in her before she came back down. She kissed me 
deeply, releasing me from her grip. I set her down 
gently, caressing her body.

As we finished showering, she explained that she'd 
taken her own virginity with her mother's dildo, the 
same one I'd bought for her a couple years ago. She 
told me she'd done it the week previous and that my 
cock was the first real cock she'd ever felt.

"The only one I want to feel," she pointed out.

"Does your mother know about this?" I questioned.

"Yes," she smiled. "Mom gave it to me."

"But does she know about what we've done?"

"No... but she will," she smiled at me slyly.

***

It was the next night that my daughter made her move. 
She was standing at our door, listening to us as my 
wife and I made love. She'd listened to us before and 
knew just how I got her mother spun up. At just the 
right moment, she walked in and got in bed with us. 

Without a word, she gave her mother a deep kiss and 
caressed her breasts. I was pumping my wife at the 
time, getting ready to give her a good helping of my 
cum. My wife moaned at her daughter's touch. She broke 
off the kiss and stood up on the bed, stepped over my 
wife and squatted over her face. My wife needed no 
invitation better than that. She began licking and 
sucking on her daughter's pussy, exploring her lips 
with her tongue and plunging it inside her. 

As my wife was doing this, my daughter was kissing me 
and letting me suck on her breasts. In no time, all 
three of us were having our own orgasms. My wife was 
spent and so was I, but our daughter wanted more. I 
laid down next to my wife and our daughter got between 
my legs and began sucking on me, trying to bring my 
cock back to life. As she sucked on me, my wife laid 
back and watched, playing with herself. 

My daughter reached a hand over and slid a couple 
fingers in my wife. This got her mother going again, 
which in turn got me hard. As soon as I was up, my 
daughter mounted me, taking me deep inside her.

"Mmmm, that'a girl." I heard my wife say. She got up 
and started kissing her daughter, fingering her clit as 
she rode me. She was orgasming in no time. With her 
mother's help, she came three times before I shot my 
load in her. She came a fourth time upon feeling that. 
I was spent and so was she, but my wife wasn't. Our 
daughter laid down next to me and my wife got between 
her legs and started eating her hairless pussy. I heard 
my wife moan in pleasure.

"So, you DID cum in her," she looked up at me. "This 
should be interesting."

She ate our daughter to two more orgasms, lapping up as 
much of my cum as she could, then laid down next to our 
daughter. The three of us then fell asleep.

***

Over the next month, the three of us played off and on. 
I came inside my daughter every time, whether it was 
the three of us or just the two of us. My wife was 
definitely satisfied with playing with her one on one.

I came home one evening to find my wife and daughter in 
the kitchen talking. My instincts told me something was 
up, so I asked.

"I got injured at practice today," my daughter began. 
"It's nothing serious, but I needed a reason to quit."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because, daddy," she spoke with a sly grin, "I'm late 
on my period. Mom bought me a test and confirmed it. 
Now, I'm going to be a mom and you're going to be a 
daddy all over again."

Things were definitely going to be interesting.