I jolt awake to the nightmare again—my ex’s fist connecting with my cheek, the sting still fresh even though it happened days ago. My heart pounds so hard it hurts. I can’t stay alone in my old room. I creep down the hall and slip into my parents’ bed like I used to when I was little. Dad’s already snoring softly on his side; Mom is curled toward him. I wedge myself between them, facing Mom, and try to steady my breathing. Their warmth and the familiar scent of laundry detergent lull me back toward sleep.
Sometime later, rough, heavy hands slide over my body. I’m still half-asleep, confused, when thick fingers push my sleep shorts aside and spread my pussy lips. Before I can make a sound, something huge nudges my entrance and drives straight in. My eyes fly open. Dad’s cock—thick, veined, way bigger than anything I’ve ever taken—stretches me wide open in one long thrust. A choked gasp escapes me, but he doesn’t notice. He thinks I’m Mom.
“Fuck, Sarah,” he groans into my hair, already pumping. “You’re so fucking tight tonight.”
Every stroke drags across places inside me I didn’t know existed. Pleasure crashes through the leftover fear and trauma, mixing into something raw and overwhelming. I bite my lip and stay quiet, letting him use me, hoping this will vanish with the morning light. My pussy clenches hard around him; the first orgasm rips through me fast and messy, soaking his cock. He keeps going, grunting my mother’s name with every thrust.
“Sarah… Sarah… so good.”
My second climax hits even harder. My walls flutter and squeeze, milking him while I shake between their sleeping bodies. Dad’s rhythm falters; he buries himself to the hilt and floods me with hot cum, pulse after pulse filling me until it leaks around his shaft.
Beside us, Mom’s voice is suddenly clear. “Darren? Why are you calling me? Are you dreaming?”
Dad freezes, still balls-deep inside me. His voice comes out hoarse. “Yeah… sorry, Sarah. Dreaming.”
Mom yawns. “Don’t wake Taylor. She’s sleeping with us tonight. Hope your forgetful ass hasn’t forgotten.”
“Oh… right. I forgot,” he manages.
Mom’s breathing evens out again. Dad waits, motionless, until the room is quiet. Then he slowly pulls his softening cock from my cum-filled pussy. Warm seed trickles down my thigh.
“I’m sorry, Taylor,” he whispers against my ear, voice thick with guilt.
I slip out of their bed before the sun is up, tiptoeing down the hall with my thighs sticky and my head spinning. In the bathroom I strip off my shorts and wipe away the thick mess that still leaks from my pussy, watching the white streaks swirl down the drain. At breakfast Mom chats happily as always, but Dad keeps his eyes on his plate, cheeks flushed. When he offers to drive me to college he waits until we’re alone in the car.
“I’m so sorry, Taylor. I really thought you were your mom.”
I stare out the window. “It’s okay, Dad. It’s not like it was the first time.”
He goes quiet after that.
Dinner is normal enough—Mom laughs, Dad forces a smile—but I feel his gaze on me every time I stand up. I go to bed early, lights off, trying to push the memory away yet getting wetter with each attempt. Hours later the door creaks. Dad’s silhouette fills the frame.
He whispers, already climbing onto my bed. “I swear this is a one time thing. I need it to sleep. Just tonight. You were so tight around me.”
I don’t answer. I just spread my legs. He pushes inside in one slow thrust, stretching me again with that thick cock. Every stroke drags over the same spots that made me come last night. I bite the pillow to stay quiet while two more orgasms roll through me, my cunt pulsing and dripping around him. When he finally grunts and pumps another load deep inside. He slides down, spreads my thighs wider, and drags his tongue through the mess, licking every drop of his cum from my swollen pussy until I’m shaking again.
Then he kisses my thigh, whispers another apology, and slips back out, leaving me wet and trembling in the dark.
The next few nights blur together. Every time the house goes quiet Dad slips into my room, pushes my legs apart, and sinks his cock into me without a word. Making my body spasm with multiple orgasms. Sometimes he kisses me first. Other times licking me and sucking my boobs. He always finishes deep, then whispers sorry saying he can’t help it. That he needs it. While he kisses my shoulder.
I text my ex the next afternoon. Maybe I am meant for him. For I’d rather have an abusive boyfriend than incest. Though my dad makes me cum harder that Carl ever did, it’s way too weird. I am only sixteen and I have my whole life ahead of me. I need a man to go on dates with, not a hidden forbidden relationship. We meet after class, he is Happy to get back together. Carl is also apologizing for hitting me.I let him walk me home.
Dad is already in the kitchen when the door opens. His eyes go hard the second he sees who’s with me.
The moment my ex leaves, Dad grabs my wrist and bends me over the counter. My shorts are yanked down before I can speak. He slaps my ass several times. He has never been this upfront or violent. He drives into me in one rough thrust, hips slamming against my ass while he hisses through his teeth.
“Why him?” he growls, voice cracking. “That loser doesn’t deserve this pussy.” His thrusts get faster, almost frantic. As usual, in a few moments I am cumming so hard.
“Who do you belong to?” He asks
“You.”
“Whose pussy it this?”
“Daddy’s. This pussy is for you Daddy” I feel hot tears hit my back as he keeps fucking me furiously. “I won’t stop your relationship. Just don’t cut me off, Taylor. Please.”
I nod against the cool countertop, voice shaky. “I won’t stop giving it to you. I promise.”
He groans like the words unlock something inside him. He pulls out only long enough to flip me onto my back on the kitchen table, then slams back in. His hands pin my wrists while he fucks me harder, crying quietly the whole time, saying he’s sorry, saying he can’t help it, saying he needs this every night. I come twice before he finally buries himself to the hilt and pumps another load deep inside me, forehead pressed to mine, still shaking.
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