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Dad fucks daughter while husband is home!

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My weekday mornings have been the same for three years, ever since my wife passed. I get up at six, shower, dress for work, and pack my lunch. I leave by 7:00 and drive the eight to twelve minutes, depending on school bus routes, to my daughter’s house.

Laura and her husband, Donnie, have been married for six years. They have a great relationship, and my son-in-law is a good man. He’s just not a good enough man to give Laura and I second thoughts about our own relationship.

She’s 28. A decade has gone by since the first time we acknowledged our feelings for each other. There was a lot of kissing and groping that night. I made her come on my fingers and within days, when it was obvious neither of us regretted it, I was making her come on my cock.

By 7:15, I’m always parked down the street from their house, waiting for Donnie to leave for work. He pulls out, I watch his brake lights illuminate at the stop sign a short distance away, he turns right, and when he’s out of sight, I pull into their driveway. Read more »

Dad brings a date to diner where daughter works.

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“The food here is great, you’ll love it. Plus, you’ll get to meet Ness.”

A genuine smile crossed Linda’s face. I’d been seeing her for two months and I really liked her. For the first time, after seven years of mourning my late wife, I finally felt ready to move on.

I’d convinced her to have dinner with me at a nearby diner instead of the more upscale restaurants we usually frequented. My daughter, Vanessa was a server, and I was a regular on Tuesday nights. Now that she’d started working evenings, I sometimes felt we got more father daughter bonding time in while I ate dinner in her section, than we did at home.

It was a seat yourself kind of place, so I led Linda to my usual booth, sliding across the cheap vinyl seat opposite her after she was settled.

“So, what’s good here?” Linda asked, grabbing a menu from the end of table where they were always available.

“What are you hungry for?” I let my voice rumble lower than normal and winked when her eyes looked up at me. Read more »

Daughters Sleepover!

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2:14 A.M. The girls had finally quieted down and settled in. They’d carried on for so long, my wife resorted to taking a sleeping pill, so she’d be rested enough for her 8 A.M. shift. I’d lain awake though, which was normal as of late.

My 19-year-old, Callie was home from college for the summer and I couldn’t be happier to be reunited with her. It had been hard having her so far away, unable to see her, touch her, kiss her, fuck her. She’d been home a week and a half and my dick should have fallen off, as many times as I’d fucked her with it. But I hadn’t yet had my fill.

Instead of 42, I felt 20 again, getting hard just from looking at my girl, coming three or four times a day. And no matter what the day had been like, every night, after my wife fell asleep, I’d sneak out of my own bed and straight into Callie’s. Just like the months before she’d gone away to college. Read more »

Daughter helps Dad get over divorce!

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I slammed the door after I made it into the house. I was angry, frustrated, fed up, but to my surprise, not a bit sad. The divorce was final. After five years of arguing, ultimatums, and I suspected, adultery, I gave up trying to save a dying marriage.

I threw the manila envelope down on the counter and grabbed a beer out of my refrigerator. It was mine now. Entirely. Everything was. Jo hadn’t wanted anything, except freedom. The kicker was, she wasn’t relieved to be rid of me, but instead the burden of our daughter, Daneesha.

As if I’d conjured her, my 18-year-old appeared out of nowhere. “Is it done, Daddy?”

I downed half my beer before answering. “Yes.”

A big smile spread across her face. She was happy to have her freedom too.

My wife and I met Danee when she was10. We were only 25 at the time. When Jo learned she couldn’t have kids, she immediately talked about adopting and preferred to help a child unlikely to be taken in by anyone else. We fostered Danee for three years before making it official and overnight, things changed. Read more »

Dad caught cheating by daughter

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“You like that, slut? My cock deep in your pussy?”

My assistant was bent over my desk, her skirt around her waist, her panties looped around one ankle. My right hand kept her head pinned to the glass surface causing each of her panted breaths to fog up the area at her mouth. My other hand gripped her hip tight enough to bruise, steadying her while I pounded myself against her round ass, sending my cock deep.

“Yes! Fuck me, Jer. Harder!”

I hunched over her back to give her exactly what she wanted and nearly came face to face with the framed family photograph in pride of place on my desk. In the picture, a man who worked 70 hours a week stood with is arm draped around the shoulders of a petite woman with graying hair, whose thighs might as well be glued together. On his other side was a teen with his eyes, the woman’s full lips, and a pair of legs that went on for days. If you looked closely enough, there was a slight shadow on her t-shirt, right at the crest of one round breast, where her tight nipple poked out far enough to block the sunlight. Hers was the only smile in the photograph that seemed genuine. Read more »

Daddy plays with cheerleader daughter after the game!

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“We can’t right now, Daddy. Someone will see.”

I grabbed my daughter’s chin with my left hand while the fingers of my right rubbed at her clit.

“Whose pussy is this, Lucy?”

She swallowed hard and met my eyes. “It’s yours, Daddy.”

“And when can I use my pussy?”

With a small voice she answered, “Whenever you want.”

I reached further and plunged two fingers inside the wet cunt in question. Lucy yelped before sagging against me and accepting the intrusion.

“If I want to march you out to the 50-yard line and shove my dick down your throat, I will. If I want to mount and fuck you in front of City Hall, I will. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Put your foot on the bumper.”

She did as she was told, opening the space between her legs wide allowing me to pound her 18-year-old pussy with my fingers. Her little boy shorts lay on the ground between us, and her cheer skirt offered no other protection from me. Read more »

What a dad wants part 10

“I’ll never forget it. She came so hard around my cock, screaming yes over and over. The sound of it made me come too, but I wasn’t sure if she was on birth control so I pulled out and shot my load all over her pussy and your mom’s hand.”

“Fuck, Daddy.”

“We’re not done yet. Don’t stop.”

I saw her try to relax and reign in her need to come yet again. It was glorious to watch her like this. I decided then and there to do it more often. I had a lot more stories I could tell her.

“Krista slept with us all night, right between me and your mom. When I woke up though, mom was already out of the room and I could hear the television on down the hall.

“My cock was rock hard. Krista was laying on her side with her back to me so I rolled into her and worked my dick between her legs. I knew she came fully awake because her ass started moving against me. I asked her if she wanted me again and she said yes. Actually, she said, ‘Yes, fuck me now.'” Read more »

What a dad wants part 9

She was quiet while she chewed, but she watched me. “OK. Do you prefer to watch or be watched?”

I smiled. I’d asked her the same thing after I knew she’d seen Stella and I fuck. “I like both, but I prefer to watch.”

“So then who do you watch?”

The food in my mouth suddenly felt like lead. I realized I couldn’t answer without revealing a lot about Stella. “Gabby…”

She sighed when my tone indicated we’d found something else I didn’t want to be open with her about. I’d lectured her on sharing things with me regardless of her discomfort and there I was, being all kinds of hypocritical.

“I’ve watched a lot of people fuck, baby. Mostly though, I’ve watched your mom.”

As expected, Gabby froze with her eyes on her plate and a piece of toast halfway to her mouth. “What do you mean?” She whispered the words like I’d just disappointed her in a major way.

“Not recently, but in the past, your mom and I would sleep with other people. Sometimes together, sometimes separately, but always with each other’s permission.”

“Holy shit,” she whispered. “Are you guys… swingers?” Read more »

What a dad wants part 8

5:45 a.m.

I slipped soundlessly into Gabby’s bedroom, closing the door behind me. I had some time, but not a lot. I’d waited about five minutes once I knew Stella was in the shower thanks to the way the water smacked against the shower pan at irregular intervals. I needed to be back in bed before another five minutes passed if I wanted to play it totally safe. I could’ve pushed it to ten, but I didn’t want anything to derail the day I had planned.

It was another Monday. It was a school day and Stella was working 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. Done right, I knew I could have uninterrupted alone time with my daughter for at least seven hours. This was momentous because it was the first opportunity of its kind. That being, no need to worry about getting caught and no need to worry about going too far. Too far didn’t exist any longer since she’d officially started taking the pill. Read more »

What a Dad Wants Part 7

“Where are the kids?”

“Smith is having dinner at Liz’s and Gabby is taking a bath.”

“Uh-oh,” I said, though I was secretly cheering inside. It was Monday, not the weekend. That’s important because I’d anticipated Gabby’s period sometime in the previous two days, but it hadn’t made an appearance. I’d fucked her without protection a little over a week ago, so a period was a good thing. That said, I was mostly cheering because it meant she could start taking the pill and I would be fucking her without protection a lot more. I didn’t say any of this to my wife.

“Is she OK?”

“Yes. She came home pale, headache. Took some ibuprofen and went to lie down. When I checked in a bit ago, she said she was going to take a bath.”

My girl struggled with periods, every day of every single one of them since she was 13. Five years later, well I’m not going to do the math, I majored in English, but that was a lot of struggling.

I started moving toward Stella. “OK, I’ll start dinner.”

“What do you think I’m doing?” Read more »