My Daughters Affliction [Ff] [incest]

“Honey?” I said, opening the door to her room.

There I found her facing away from me, one leg up under the sheets, her bed shaking as she furiously masturbated. I found her like this every morning – unable to contain herself.

“Honey, finish up please. We have to start your schooling for today.” I said.

“Mmmmm…” she moaned in acknowledgement.

I left her to finish. She had to be home-schooled of course, as she would suddenly get the urge and be unable to resist in public. She was only 16, so we still have a while until to figure out how she will cope with living like this. My idea is to get Emily a good boyfriend – someone to be sexually comfortable with her and help satisfy her and allow her to handle life.

Her face was almost always blushing – her horniness was constant with sudden spikes that led her unable to hold back. It seemed sometimes random sometimes predictable.
As a single-parent I’ve been the sole provider of all her education and treatment. I’ve taken her to developmental psychologists, doctors, anyone who will try to help, but none of them are able.

Has she still not made her way down yet? I made my way upstairs again.

“Honey? Did you-” I began.

Still under the covers she was still going at it. Normally it doesn’t take this long.

“I c-came but I can’t stop! Ohhh…” She said.

“Emily, hun we both know it gets easier for you once you get one.”

“N-no mom… you don’t understand…” she cried.

I have had it with this!

I walked into her room and pulled the covers off of her. Her fully naked body was revealed to me – curvy and voluptous just like mine. Her black hair was messy and long. Is this what it feels like for a man? To be standing over a naked woman? It must be.

Once the covers were off of her, it also revealed the massive wet spot formed on her bed, taking up nearly a third of the bed. I now understood that something was wrong.

“Honey, how many times have you…”

“I lost count… oh yes yes yes! I’m cumming!!!”

Her hand was a blur, on the other side of her body. The smell of her horny pussy was thick in the air. As her body convulsed she began to squirt, her wetness further soiling the wetspot. It felt like an out of body experiance to me. I had seen her so many times but never this close, never seen her like this.

Once she had finished she only paused for a second before her hand continued to rub.

“Mommy… my hand hurts but I can’t stop…” She moaned, body still shaking.

Without toys – without help. Without the ability to stop. In a mix of pain and pleasure she suffered. I would like to say that I had to do it. But truth be told, I would be lying if I said my own body did not shake in excitement.

My hand was suddenly where her hand had been all her life. I felt her copious wetness, her smooth, shaved pussy. Without hesitation I put two fingers inside of her. With new vigor she moaned – the pleasure from another always better than from her own hand, always more intense.

“Oh mommy…” She cried out. I fingered her so hard, as hard as I could, her whole body shaking as convulsing around my fingers before I knew it. I had made her cum from the sheer taboo alone.

And just like that – a new door had been opened. And I think I probably should have left it closed.

Every morning she woke up before me. I would still find her furiously getting herself off, but I would help – pitch in to get her over the wall, so she could actually get out of bed.

But of course, it only took a week before her little eager pussy was used to it. She began to beg me for seconds, and thirds, and fourths. Now my hand began to hurt.

So of course she begged for my mouth, and being the loving mother I was, I gave it to her.
That kept her down another week or so. Every morning I was buried between my daughters legs. I began to enjoy bringing her this pleasure – both for the reason that it helps her, and the reason it excited me.

She was so wet, and it pains me to say this, but oh so delicious. She satisfied some primal urge in me to be the pleasureful provider. I felt potently wanted in that moment, I felt sexually valuable to someone. I loved it.

But oh her affliction – it always became worse. This time I would have to make it dirtier for her. We ended up in the 69 position. It was so warm between our bodies; the pleasure and excitement and love turned our oral into a godly activity. Every morning I was pleasured by my daughters eager tongue, and every morning I pleasured her, she did.

It also began to not just take up the mornings.
During dinner, while watching TV, during schooling, when I got home from work, before she went to bed. We both began to wear skimpy, easing to take off outfits so that we might help each other anytime. Short shorts, skirts, sweatpants. It became so frequent it was unbelievable – three or four times a day her skin pressed into mine in a sweet, wet, intense embrace; our bodies inter-locked in ways no one could understand.

Of course, eventually, her pleasureful mind grew bored of this too. It wasn’t her fault. She was so greatful and close to me now, I hadn’t ever felt this close to my own daughter. But her pussy needed more, anything more.

I bought all sorts of toys and most notably a strap-on.

That strap-on would be used to fuck her several times a day. When I wasn’t bucking into her, She would leave a small vibrator in herself constantly. We thought this would help make it easier to resist, but truth be told, we were way past resisting. We were animals now.

Bucking into her was fun. To hump and fuck like a man was empowering. It penetrated her depths, pleased her harder and deeper than ever. But you know how it goes. She would scream and cum, but in time, beg for more afterwards. If I didn’t provide she would pleasure herself on the floor, now unable to get off by her own hand. I had opened the door and kept it open, and now it could no longer close. Like it or not, I had to keep pleasuring her. And I loved it so much.

And so I ended up hunting for a boyfriend. A boyfriend who was sexually interested in my daughter. I made accounts on tinder, fetlife, everywhere I could. None of them said explicitly what I wanted but I knew how to find it.

As we searched for a permant cock to serve her, I began bar hunting. I would get home from work, and pleasure my daughter several times before going to local bars and resturants. I dressed in the sluttiest of outfits to attract the men. I became an expert in seduction.

Every night I would bring home men – first I would have them for the night, to check them out a bit, get a feel for them. Then in the mornings my daughter would seduce them, get them to fuck her as well. She loved men, she said all of the different kinds of cock helped her like it longer. But god damn it, she eventually became accustomed to this too.

If seducing her mothers dates every morning wasn’t enough for her I don’t know what is. Wanting to help my daughter made me want so many things. I wanted a man who would do anything to us and everything, who would sleep in her bed and use her constantly.

And so we could only wait as she got worse. She would fuck them again and again, waste their whole day away. I would sometimes join them, which my daughter loved. We would fuck them together, give her everything we could. Almost everyday another cock to please her, more cum all over her body, more adventures for me. We patiently waited for the perfect man – the one who would stay and do unspeakable things to us. My daughter may have been the addict to start with, but we were both addicted to the sweet pleasure of men and each other now. We were closer than ever before – inseperable.

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