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Familial Cohesion

PS; I’m a father in my late fifties now, with a devoted wife, and a daughter that has long outgrown our control, but not in the dramatic way. Just.. her on her own schedule. My English is not superb and getting incoherent so my train of thoughts might bring some unnecessary details into this story.

After my daughter turned 15(?), my wife and I had kind of let her went on her own. With basic safety nets in place, she had freedom to hang out with whomever, for however late, and spent within the limits we gave. Yet, she mostly stuck to the routines we had around the house, although there was absolutely nothing wrong about that. Simple, mundane activities like breakfast together, occasional texts throughout the day, and being home at around dinner time. My wife and I were partly relieved that she felt comfortable around us, but also knew how she could ‘rebel’ more for a girl her age.

Things were mainly fine even through the phase when we stumbled upon her ‘self-love’ moments, since there was nothing unnatural or unhealthy about that. We knew that a girl has to become a woman at some point. The three of us then spoke openly about being ‘discreet’, and life went on until years later when she asked to speak to me, as a teen girl to a grown man.

I remembered almost everything my girl said to me, because it was that impactful. It was a long conversation, but I never dodged any questions. She had ust wanted to know, if it was normal to fantasise about someone, even though he was way older and definitely impossible to be with. Well, how else would I answer that? You know, as a guy (amongst being a husband and father), there were countless.. ehem idols and.. imaginary situations that were occasionally unspeakable.. along with close calls, that we (I mean we guys!) sometimes get inspirations from.

Of course it was normal! And totally acceptable, because of how unlikely we will be with the one(s) we get hard for. That conversation went positively smooth, and she was clearly in a better mood after.

It wasn’t until many years later, when she was overseas on her yearly trip with her friends, did I understand what she was hinting at. Because of her long absence, it was routine for me to air her room for a few hours every few days. And seeing a compact camera, along with a mini tripod on her bed, kind of set me off in a panic mode. How could she forget something so important for a holiday?!

I texted her my concern and she was suspiciously, excessively, dismissive. Like half being dismissive, and half being defensive, in between long period of inactivity in our chat.

(Her WhatsApp) ‘Dad? Please keep that camera very safe. I kind of made some videos of myself and its in there.’

(I replied) ‘Of course I will. Don’t worry about anything else. As long as you know that the camera is home, just enjoy the trip.’

Besides that camera and tripod, I kept the dildo and vibrator out of our conversation, because those are really out of my scope, nor concern.

(Her WhatsApp) ‘You can look through the camera. But don’t show it to anyone else, not even mom.’

(I replied) ‘I won’t. You’re not a baby anymore. And that’s for someone else to see.’

Without touching her bed and the belongings on it, I opened the windows and wiped and covered whatever surfaces that had dust, and was about the leave the room when her next message came.

(Her WhatsApp) ‘You’re the person I made the videos for.’

Was it ‘by the time you see this video’ kind of video? Or a sobbing tale about something she wanted to tell me but couldn’t? Or a self-improvement video she wished I had seen earlier to be a better dad? Or was it just harmless, selfie-porn that I was overthinking about?

It was the last. Almost 80GB of it, in 1080p, taken from a year ago when she received that camera as a birthday present. That 001 serial on the file told me enough. All of it was of her, professing her thanks, love, and lust for me, followed by some name calling, multiple orgasms, in full frontal, sometimes rear-doggy, angles that displayed the full glory of her shaven vagina.

I didn’t watch all of it, but some of all of it, simply because all the thumbnails always showed the ‘formal’ frame of her well-cared face as if she was going to say (and do) something different. Did I get a boner? Yes I did. Because every 10-minute-ish video started with a heart-warming recount of her affection for me. There were ‘thank yous’, the ‘do you remembers’, and ‘that time you’, some happening way back when she was very young, up till the day before she flew.

She returned five days later, and her hug felt extra tight. The kiss on my cheeks was the first I received in years, and her gaze into my eyes spelt ‘relief’. The days following her return, there were some hand-holding, arm-hugging, head-on-my-shoulder, and more kisses on my face. Then, came the kisses, that landed on my lips.

Pecks at first, then it lasted a second, then three, then too long. Her hands no longer stopped on my bulging belly, but went slightly lower – and lower. Soon, every lip kiss came with a gentle push on my groin.

My wife wasn’t home all the time, with groceries to buy and kakis to do yoga and Pilates with. And my unshapely figure limited all my workouts to the yoga mat our daughter got me. And things went out of hand during one of those days we, my daughter and I, were alone at home.

We hugged, and kissed, and stripped, just enough for our hands to touch where we were sensitive. The yoga mat became useful, as the gym ball which I balanced on while she sucked me off – the way she did to the dildo in her videos. We swapped places, and she spread her lower lips with two fingers, and moaned while I ate her out until her back was literally horizontal on the ball.

We changed positions next, with me seated on the mat while leaning on the ball, while she lowered herself over my dick. We kissed so much that time till the ball rolled away and she just herself crazy like in those bull-riding events. We were in that cow-girl pose when I came for the first time, inside the girl my wife birthed with my sperm. Sperm met sperm once more.

When she finally pulled away, I was still rock hard. And that gym ball came back into the picture for her to bend over. In doggy-style this time, I hammered her silly and kept loving my girl this way until she went silent, but was actually too overwhelmed by orgasms to make anymore noise. In this very position, I came a second time into her, and there were nowhere else for my load to go except back out her pussy that was brimming with a foam.

Like cheating spouses do, we cleaned everything up, and returned everything to its place. Following that day, her affection for me had kind of tapered down. No more hand-holding, no more arm-hugging, and no more kisses.

At least not in front of her mother who was completely clueless. Our physical intimacy remained intense and illogical, until the day she moved out, into the BTO she bought with her husband. Which after, we would only meet once every week for a ‘session’, in between every two weeks for a family dinner.

Many, many years have past since then, and things have changed a lot. Her work, pregnancy, and matrimonial duties, barely left us enough time for family dinners – apart from the frequent, normalised visits to each other’s places for a quickie to alleviate the stress of daily life.

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Tall Tale

FYI – I am a female, in my 30s, mentally stable and physically healthy. I have lived through an ‘epiphany’ that corrected my thoughts, so any long term damages were accounted for and corrected.

As much as I wished that this ‘story’ didn’t have to appear on an erotica site, I think putting it here would hopefully cast some doubts on the realism of what I am about to recall.

On the day my mother stormed out of the house, was the very night my dad made his move on me. I am not his step-child, I am not adopted. I was born to a very young mother, and I knew that from the way she dressed and stayed out late.

My dad was, and still is one of the kindest men I’ve ever met. He raised me right, despite how my mom treated him. According to him, he was already in his mid-thirties when he met my mom. She was about twelve years younger than him, but it was exactly his maturity and stability and discipline that led her to him. Being way younger than him, she was as expected, wilder an hornier than him. So she wanted it more frequently than his body could handle.

Eventually, after about 2 years of dating, they started doing it raw, and that was how I came about. Within 3 months, they got married, and moved into a home without taking on too much debt. Soon, I was born, and she received the best care he could provide to get her physical and mental health back to normal. From getting married, to giving birth, my mom had this group of friends that never left her side. My dad didn’t give too much thoughts about them too, since it was only right for girls to have their own click.

Years then passed, until I turned 13 and my mom, 38. I was about that age when started questioning the way my mom dressed, in skirts and dresses, with full make up, hanging out till late. And my dad always had good reasons for her. The late nights soon turn into staying out, and I could tell how my dad needed her occasional presence when he had to work a different shift. Being raised by a thinking and analytical dad, we managed to do it without my mother.

One day, she was awake earlier than the both of us, and dad kept me in my room while they spoke. Less than an hour later, I was let out of my room, just in time to see my mom shut the main door behind her. For the first time, I saw tears rolling down his face while he kept smiling.

And throughout the entire day, tears kept rolling, and I kept wiping. This, was a lesson he had once told to me – anyone can leave anyone for no reason, in pursue of their own happiness, no matter how much it would hurt others. That day, I didn’t ask him any questions about mom, and just stayed by his side while he did the chores.

At night, we just sat on the sofa in front of the TV, but only I was watching. Then, he asked me, ‘xxx, can I kiss you?’, using my Christian name. I nodded, and held his cheeks as he kissed my forehead, then my cheeks, and then my lips. It was my first kiss, so I could remember how soft, and wet they felt. Tears were coming even harder, at the same time his lips parted mine to stick his tongue out.

Not knowing what else to do, I just did the same, and his hands started squeezing my legs gently. He parted them, and continued moving upwards until he reached my panties. Then, a finger pushed against my pussy, and began vibrating. It felt more weird than uncomfortable. Next, he pushed my panties aside and placed his finger directly on my slit, and moved up and down.

My vision started fading white, and I found myself panting. My dress was lifted above my chest, and his mouth went over my nipple. For some reason, they were more sensitive than I had ever felt. Soon, his finger went deeper, and deeper until I felt ‘filled’, and ‘happy’. There was no pain, nor blood, just bliss.

We kissed so much that night, and when he finally laid me down on the sofa, my eyes were full of that man who loved me way more than my mom did, and cared more than any teachers did. He took his shorts off, and I looked at my first sight of a penis. It was large, and red. I asked if he was going to put it inside me, and he asked if he could.

I think I nodded.

He then slid it inside me very, very slowly, with our fingers interlocked as my thighs muscles twitched. My next memory of us were fuzzy, but I knew how much my body was jerking against the sofa. On the cushions, his hands were on my hips pushing me back and forth. I was just heaving and covering my mouth to suppress any weird noises I was making.

After what felt like an overwhelming roller coaster ride, he finally slowed down, and leaned down for a hard hug – at the same time my pussy felt a jet of hot liquid getting pumped into me. He came, and came lots, but it wasn’t until a few minutes later when he carried me up (sitting on his lap), and lifted me off, to truly comprehend how much he had cummed inside me. It felt like incontinence, but there was no way I could ‘hold’ that load inside me.

‘I’m sorry xxx.’

I didn’t know why he apologised, but I knew it helped him feel better. That night, we took a shower together again (after many years), and slept in his bed. I still didn’t know what we had done, but I was ready to sooth him if he needed it. I reached into his boxers again, and touched that organ that went inside me. After a few minutes of massage, he asked again, ‘can i put it inside you again?’

I think I nodded.

He put me into doggystyle this time and I felt a different kind of ‘happy’. It was more intense, though a little achey when he went all the way. My head was just shrouded in bliss and love and happiness for those few minutes he was thrusting his dick into me. When he finally slowed down, I knew what was coming, and I just dropped my chest onto the bed out of exhaustion, letting him fill me up again – lesser this time.

A routine was then formed, from the next night when I moved into his bedroom. He started licking me, then fucking me. Kissing me, then fucking me. Rubbing me, then fucking me. Outside the bedroom, I would start rubbing him, then ride him, kissing him, then bending over for him, hugging him, then spreading my legs for him.

Two years of that later, a lesson on biology awakened me. It’s bad to have sex with a blood-related person, but not wrong to do it with someone I love. That afternoon after I finished school, I went home, and told him about that lesson.

That weekend, on my request, he brought me to a women’s clinic, and funded a check up, along with an IUD.

Decades have passed, things have changed, and he might never know this, but he is the only man I would give everything to.

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Father-Daughter Moment

(Mina asked) ‘Daddy? Are you ok?’

It has been just three days after her funeral, and I was still in the mind of disbelief, and unacceptance that she was no longer around. In many ways, she still felt like she was ‘just not around’. On the surface, life went on as usual, but I knew my movements, gazes, energy, were.. soulless. Mina is our daughter, whom besides gave us something to work for, live for, reignited certain passions in our lives. From the busyness when she was younger, to the increasing amount of free time (we got) as she gained a teenager’s independence, our sex life gradually returned, to a point it felt like we, ourselves were teenagers again.

And then, it hit. Without any alarming symptoms, the diagnosis came too late. Medicine helped, and I could tell that she felt little to no discomfort. On her last night, she even initiated. Lying by my side, giving me a handjob when I least expected it, then led me on top of her, and gently guided me in. It was a beautiful night, filled with equal parts love and lust.

(Mina asked again) ‘Daddy?’

(I stammered) ‘Yes baby?’

Without saying a word more, she came over to the sink, and hugged tightly me from the front. Without lifting her head off my chest, she gripped my shirt hard.

‘I know how much you miss mommy. And I know nothing I say can make you feel better.’

To be honest, I wasn’t feeling much from her hug, like there was a barrier preventing her love from breaking through. But when she cupped her hand over my bulge, it felt.. strangely familiar. I quickly held onto her hand to stop her, but it didn’t do anything to keep her from moving it up and down.

(Mina asked as she jerked me) ‘Does this.. help?’

There was no answer that I could give, that made that anything but right. I just closed my eyes, and dropped my hand to my sides.

She then proceeded to lower my lounge pants, baring my hips, and continued to stroke me. Mina turned eighteen, three months ago. But it has been a year, since my wife and I knew of the boy she brought home on occasions. Despite their seemingly ok relationship, they broke up around eight months in, and my wife and I were both there when she came crying in our arms. That was how close we all were.

(Mina said) ‘Wait for me.’

I opened my eyes to see what she was up to, and saw her dashing off for a pack of wet wipes, coming back with one sheet to clean up my neglected dick of smegma. How could I have tended to that, when every other emotions were hitting me hard.

(Mina yapping) ‘Ok! You’re cleaned up now.’

With that, she popped my dick into her mouth, swirled her tongue around the tip a few times, and threw a glance of surprise at me. Instead of reacting positively, I just stared back blankly, while she took it deeper, and with more passion. As her mouth slid up and down my shaft, images of my wife, sucking like our girl did, flashed across my mind. The euphoria, the calm, the love, some semblance of it shot up my spine.

At some point, my knees buckled, but I didn’t fall. Instead, it gave Mina a scare, that she had to sit me down on the couch. In that new ‘position’, she sucked even more hungrily on me, slurping noisily and taking me further than her mom, down the throat.

‘Daddy? Are you feeling better?’

What other answer could I give? Except with a slight smile. Mina got up from her knees and climbed over my lap, knees by the side of my hips. Giving me a hug in her chest, she stuck an arm between our bodies, held my dick upright, and lowered her hips over my shaft.

(I whispered) ‘hey hey hey!’

(Mina whispered) ‘Hush hush daddy.. ‘

With that, she pulled her oversized t-shirt over my head and rocked her hips back and forth, panting harder and harder as she sat lower on my dick. Besides being way tighter than her mom, it was something else that managed to shut off the misery. Mina was, after all, a product of our love, made with half of me, and half of my wife. Is it wrong then, to feel that it was her whom I was fucking?

(Mina panting) ‘is this.. what mommy feels.. when she.. rides you?

Slowly, her moans, her heaves, her sighs, reminded me of how her mom sounded. Besides the difference in tone and pitch, the rest of it matched – be it tempo, sighs or gasps. By then, I had already pulled my head out of her shirt, and had unconsciously placed one hand around her neck.

(Mina gasping) ‘Do what you want dad. I know you won’t hurt me.’

I spun us around lengthways on the couch and laid her on her back, taking over the work to thrust my hips at this beautiful girl we made. The soundless opening and closing her mouth, flailing arms with nowhere to grasp, and knees bouncing up and down as hard as I pumped. It matched her mom precisely.

As part of my mind was, numb? Desensitised? I felt no urge at all, just pleasure, and calm, and comfort.

(Mina asked weakly) ‘daddy? do you want me to turn.. ‘

‘No. This is fine.’

‘Ok daddy.’

Without any urges to cum, I couldn’t help but slip into a depressed state again, gradually slowing to a stop.

(Mina asked gently) ‘Help me up daddy.. ‘

I did so, and it was her turn to lay me down on the couch. This time, she resumed her cowgirl position, took off her shirt, and placed both hands on my chest.

‘Daddy? *sigh* I know you miss mommy, me too. Both of you are my best friends, and the best parents my friends always say I have. taking a trembling deep breath I want to be mommy for you, so I can have daddy back. Ok?’

How could I possibly know what that meant? All I knew was that her grinding hips were already taking my breathes away, stirring that deflated cock into full blown rooster, scraping the sides of her vaginal, stretching the end of her pussy to size. Her moans went out of control, as her fingers frantically rubbed her clit to a swollen state. She was about to cum, as was I in her convulsing vagina walls.

(Mina moaned hoarsely) ‘daddy! i’m gonna come i’m gonna cum!’

Her pussy clenched on me to tightly that I felt an ache, followed by waves of milking motion happening along my shaft. Fearing the worst, I sat up, grabbed her hips and lifted her off me, accidentally triggering the final ‘tug’ that chambered my rounds.

(I groaned loudly) ‘SHIT!’

Back on her ass, and with my dick right around her eye-level, she swiftly yanked my dick into her mouth, and let her lips slide up and down while she returned one hand between her thighs. Seeming to ‘extend’ her orgasm, she was moaning into my dick as my hips finally buckled, spurting waves of cum into the mouth of a trembling little girl, possibly coming from her own orgasm.

When we finally calmed down, it was just two, sticky, naked bodies, with her lying on top of me.

(Mina whispered) ‘so.. can I be mommy?’

(I replied) ‘only in the sheets.. ‘

(Mina grinned cheekily) ‘Mmmm.. ok.. we’ll see.. ‘

After that day, we forgone any clothes in the house, and she continued that streak out of house, going pantyless on most occasions, and braless when appropriate. She became ‘mommy’ and ‘baby’, while I just remained as ‘daddy’. I think she just redefined ‘father-and-daughter moments’.

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Cum with Daddy

(Haley asked) ‘The stairs?’

‘Yupp.’

Turning into the stairwell like how we would every other day, Hayley was getting more comfortable being out and about without any underwear. And even more so lately, in just one of those oversized t-shirt most girls her age wore.

Going two floors up the stairs to the tiny ‘cubicle’ where the rooftop access door was, my little girl quickly settled on a step that positioned her face at my waist level. After tying her hair into a ponytail, she yanked my shorts under my balls and immediately took my growing manhood into her mouth, while she seamlessly put one of her hands to work in her clit.

(I asked) ‘Does this turn you on a lot?’

(She whispered) ‘Everytime I step out of the house with you daddy.. I’m already fantasising about this.’

Not wasting a second, she tucked my dick between her lips and pushed them halfway down, twirling her tongue around my tip as her soft moans vibrated along my shaft. Using her saliva as lubricant, more of my dick gradually disappeared into her face as she bobbed her head slowly, taking me deeper as her fingers found their way into her pussy.

Once I was drenched to the balls, she pulled most of my dick out of her mouth, leaving only the top quarter engulfed to stimulate just the head, and a little portion right under the hood where I was most sensitive at.

After spending a few minutes suspended in bliss from her dedicated, loving blowjob, I was as hard as a rock, and as sensitive a man could get getting sucked by a girl over half his age.

‘daddy.. I think he’s ready.’

‘he? Yes.. He’s my cute little dildo.. ‘

Once we were ready, she got back up on her feet and made a knot on her shirt, leaving her belly button, and everywhere else below exposed for my viewing. Bent over in standing-doggie, I was still taking in the sight of her fair and smooth complexion when she grabbed my dick from between her legs, to place the tip where it belonged, at her slit where I would split open with much honour.

(I whispered) ‘ready?’

‘always..’

Carefully, I inched my way in and was instantly greeted by her juices, lubricating my pipe as I filled her up. I could never seem to get my head around how little foreplay she needed, to get so wet and ready for me that I could just slip it all the way inside her.

With time ticking away, I held onto her waist firmly and began humping away, piercing her tight, shaved pussy over and over again as she groaned into her cupped hand over her mouth. The initial tightness, though a bit overbearing, soon made way for a more relaxed grip around my shaft, as I continued thrusting my hips into her bum at a controlled, more rhythmic pace.

(I asked) ‘are you extra horny today?’

‘Why daddy? Do I feel different?’

‘look under us. At our feet.’

True enough, she was ‘different’ that day, leaking more juices than she usually would onto the concrete floor between our shoes. When she saw that, her pussy tightened up even further, exposing her slight embrassment which I quickly countered with deeper, faster strokes.

(she replied) ‘yes.. Daddy.. I’m.. Thinking about something..’

(I asked) ‘what is it?’

‘i was thinking.. About you.. And mummy fucking in this position..’

‘And?’

‘I want to be mummy too..’

Somehow, her honesty got to my head really effectively and I lost a little control there and then. Something in me forced me to wrap one of my hands around her neck, and pulled her upright as I intensified my strokes, plunging further into her pussy as her vaginal walls shut around me.

(I asked concerned) ‘you’re jealous of mummy?’

‘no.. I just.. I just imagined you shooting inside me..’

‘huh? Don’t I always do?’

‘Yeah.. But.. But I’m already thinking about it before you do it daddy! Stop embarrassing me and cum already.’

Her cutesy, pouting face pushed any worry I had and we exchanged a kiss, before I nudged her back forward into our standing doggie – for my final performance.

Positioned in front of the steps, I replaced my grip on her waist and began fucking her as hard as I could, gleefully watching her body tremble to my every thrust. We just kept going wildly until our knees descended onto the ground, where I went into a squat behind her ass and resumed fucking her in that position.

For some reason, like her mum, she went into a frenzy of both wanting me to stop, and continue, at the same time. I too, was incredibly vulnerable at that angle and couldn’t last too long, for our own good.

(I exclaimed) ‘daddy’s cumming!’

I fell on my knees and executed my last few thrusts into her pussy, before unleashing my seeds into her plump, pinkish pussy. Out of curiosity, and playfulness, I didn’t give her any warning before yanking my dick out of her, resulting in a gasp, and a tiny squirt of cum coming out of her.

‘daddddddy!’

My obedient little girl then hastily shut her legs, stood up, and hunched over the railing to regain her composure.

(I asked) ‘What’s.. What’s this?’

‘Huh? To keep your cum inside me duh..’

After a short rest, we decided to take the stairs down, with multiple stops for her to ‘manage’ the cum leaking out of her, which really just meant smearing them over her thighs and letting it dry.

As for us, and mummy, let’s just say that the sex (mummy and daddy has) in the house, is the ‘live porn’ Hayley used to get herself off to, until we get out of the house for our share of ‘fun’.

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Bite-size

When I finally came to, I was shocked beyond words, to see Bernice riding my cock in reverse-cowgirl while moaning, and making out with Jaslyn, my daughter. Using all my might, I groaned for their attention and when Bernice saw that I had awakened, stood up, and actually put Jaslyn between my legs.

‘C’mon! You said that you’ll do it when he is awake right? He is now.’

After some futile, merry haggling, Jaslyn stuck to her word, and slipped a hand under her ass to grab my fully-erected cock. Moving slowly in caution, I was in extreme perplexity when I watched her youthful, undeveloped pussy spread its lips around my dick head and inched its way down, fidgeting to some movements that Bernice was causing, possibly on her clit.

Half-sighing and gasping for air, the whole ‘process’ took about a minute, for her vagina to completely engulf my throbbing, delusional member that was never meant for her. Just when I thought that ‘we’ wouldn’t go any further, Jaslyn began sliding her hips vertically up and down, officially ‘fucking’ my cock without so much a word of ‘encouragement’. Within seconds, she was lost in her own world as she rocked her hips back-and-forth, twerking them up and down, in an effort to get ‘more’ out of me.

As the minutes of absurdity passed, my strength was gradually returning, though more slowly than I wished. By the time I was able to move my hands, she had already stopped moving most of her body, and was furiously rubbing her clit until she achieved an orgasm – for the second time. When I could finally push her off me, I was ‘struck’ by Bernice, who shoved a small, brown bottle under my nose just in time for me to take a partial breath of it.

The scent went straight into my head like some kind of stimulant, that raised my alertness, and amplified my emotions that I had no intent to act on. ‘Rage’, suddenly felt more controllable, in a stop-them-before-they-make-me kind of way. Before I knew it, I had both hands wrapped around the necks of the two girls, and was holding them down on the couch they just fucked me on.

Squirming my way into Bernice’s legs, I maintained a firm grip on them as I slid my cock into the recently-seventeenth, pummelling her into oblivion as I let my body relinquish all those rage and guilt and disappointment through her pussy, into her body. I was barely reacting to the fear shown on Jaslyn’s face as she watched her best friend get fucked to unconsciousness, before being jolted back to reality with sheer pleasure.

Although it took Bernice a while, there was no denying of that strong, powerful orgasm that literally threw her into a convulsing fit, that scared Jasyln even more. I was consciously resisting the allure/ temptation of ‘punishing’ my own daughter but when Bernice slapped a hand onto her groin, and shoved two fingers inside her to trigger a moan, I lost it immediately.

Turning her over onto her fours like a bitch, I was even quicker to get my cock into this crazy woman, and hammered her like the slut she was – earlier. Dragging her body over Bernice’s, I held onto her waist tightly as I worked my hips, slamming them into her ass to get the entirety of my seven-inches into her. In a few, hard, deep thrusts, Jaslyn’s body had already begun trembling like an earthquake, going on and on until I made those forcefully-abrupt strokes into her pussy.

As soon as she received her first orgasm, the rest of it followed closely with each thrust, in an increasingly-violent manner to her exasperated cries for ‘more’. I kept going, at her and Bernice, for as long as I could, which was really a long time under the influence of whatever I just whiffed up my nose.

After ten or so minutes of intense, breathtaking, mindless sex, I was ready to blow my load. When I gave those girls the warning, they just scurried onto the couch and sat weirdly-upright. Once they got their hands on my cock, it was just a lighthearted, cherry session of rub-and-tug until I came all over their gapping mouths.

The girls then split, and swallowed their spoils before bringing me along for a quick shower. Once we were cleaned, we tucked each other into bed, and let me ‘report’ the successful birthday party that Bernice had just thrown for my little girl. For the rest of the night, I was given more of that ‘aromatic’ drug, and took wild turns with those lovely ladies.

By daybreak, I was mostly humping and emptying my balls into one particular girl, whom I later discovered was really just Jaslyn, using that drug excessively to get the ‘most’ out of me. When we returned home more exhausted than before the party, we made a pact, to be ‘as accessible as possible’ for the times when mummy wasn’t around. As for Bernice, she would be my little ‘afternoon snack’ whenever I sent her home, before picking Jaslyn up from her CCA.