Yes I have a daughter. And yes she grew up and turned into a damn good looking young woman. Just like her mom was, back when I met her. Asked her for a date. And began to fuck her brains out. But after more than two decades of marriage, the fire between my wife and me wasn’t burning that hot anymore. We still had sex with each other from time to time, but it was somehow more just out of an old habit. The passion, the attraction towards each other was just gone. And nope, we weren’t planing to divorce. We still loved each other. We just were looking for a way to fix our sex life. And yes, we found a way to fix our love live. A really nice, taboo, perverted and kinky one.
Back in the more or less dead bedroom days my wife and I where laying in bed, after one not that great sexual encounter, and talking. Talking about how to fix our sex life. And we began to talk about our fantasies. What we where dreaming about. What we weren’t able to tell each other before. It took a while for me to fully open up. And it took her a while to fully open up. After some back and forth mixed with a lot beating around the bush, we both admitted one thing: We had something for young girls. Girls the age our 18 year old daughter was.
And somehow just talking about it was a big turn on for us both. I got rock hard again and we just jumped onto each other. Fucked each others brains out like we did it when we were a young couple. After we were done and out of breath, we cuddled. We talked about what just happened. And we began to fantasize together: What about getting some young girl in bed with us? For a threesome. To spice things up. It didn’t stop there. It was my perverted, wonderful wife that went on further: “What about a younger version of myself? The girl you fell in love with back then. The girl that made you go crazy.”
For a few moments I was suspicious. I was thinking it might be some “Am I not good enough for you anymore trap.” But after a while I just said: “That would be great.”
And she went on: “You know that that girl is living with us, probably just sleeping in her room down the floor?”
“You really want to seduce our own daughter?”
My wife: “Maybe. But for now, just look at her. How hot she is. Check her out the next time you see her running around in her tight fitting clothes.”
After she said that, she kissed me goodnight. I couldn’t sleep for a while, my brain was thinking about what my wife just said to me. And somehow it was a turn on. A big fucking turn on.
And while eating breakfast in the morning, with my wife sitting next to me, I did what she proposed the night before. I checked out my daughter in a sexual way for the first time. I starred at her ass while she was preparing herself something to eat. And damn it, what a hot ass she had. Perfectly presented by some tight yoga pants.
My wife sitting next to me noticed what I was doing. She realized where my eyes where staring at. She kept talking to me as if nothing was happening. And I answered as best as I could. While my brain was lusting for something else.
It was in that moment that I felt a hand unzipping my pants and pulling out my hardening dick. The hand belonged to my wife, and the hand knew exactly how to touch my cock. I tried to stop her, but she signaled me that it was okay. Even better, or worse, she bent over and whispered the following into my ear: “Keep on watching your hot little daughter. Imagine it is her hand jerking you off.”
When our daughter was finished preparing her breakfast, she just took her usual seat at the table on the opposite end of where I was sitting. And yes, I was looking on her front side now. Looking at her damn hot big and round tits. Perfectly presented to me by a very deep cut T-shirt. No, she was wearing no bra. I could see her nipples. I was starring at her nipples. This view mesmerized me. And yes, while that happened, my wife went on jerking me off.
I was turned on. Pretty fucking turned on. But I had to keep my shit together. I had to stay focused. I had to follow the conversation. I had to pretend as if nothing was happening. And I somehow managed to pull the stunt. The breakfast above the table was like every other normal family breakfast. But beneath the table, something was ready to explode. Luckily our daughter was eating fast and left the room as soon after she was finished. I- was fighting desperately to keep my load in. My wife, just smiled at me – exactly knowing what was going on – and kept on polishing my rod.
A few seconds after I heard the front door closing behind my leaving daughter, I blasted out one of the biggest loads of my life: Over my wives hand, on the underside of the table and on my pants.
My wife was just smiling. A big, a very big smile was on her face while she licked her cum covered hand clean. After she was done, she just said to me: “You really are a pervert. Hot for your own daughter.”
Then she gave me a kiss, she wished me a nice work day, she put away the dishes and she left for work too. I was sitting there a big smile on my face, not really believing what just had happened. After a few minutes I stood up, got a fresh pair of pants and left for work too. Thinking about the morning all day long. Fantasizing about my hot daughter. And my wife. Already looking forward to come back home again, in the evening, after work was done.
*And yes, it is fantasy. Fiction. Nothing but a made up story. As always with my writing.*
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/snnsu1/mf_my_fucking_daughter
So hot!