Every Saturday night we sleep together as a family. My wife, my daughter, my son and I. It’s a way of bonding as a family. On such nights I rarely touch my wife, because.. You know. It’s kind of inappropriate. Except when I really have to. This is why I am always next to my wife, so I can easily slide it in when I have to. Only when I have to.

This Saturday, my son has gone camping with friends. It is just my wife, My daughter and I. I drift off. I wake up as hard as a rock. My hand finds the person next to me. Obviously my wife. Or so I assume. I easily part her legs. Her breathing changes but she does not utter a word. I finger her first. Then I position myself between her legs and sink my cock in.

I have always enjoyed fucking her cunt but I am prepared for this night. It id super tight and wet. Sad that our daughter is here on the bed and we are muffling our passion. She comes twice on my cock before I finally finish in her cunt.

The click of the light switch cuts through the dark like a gunshot. My heart stops. I’m still buried inside her—inside my daughter—and the overhead light floods the room with cruel clarity. I see her face now. Young. Her eyes glazed. She’s staring at the doorway where my wife stands, coat still on, a bottle of beer in her hand.

But my wife doesn’t scream. She doesn’t gasp. She just yawns.

“Sorry, sorry,” she slurs, kicking off her shoes. She is staggering. She has been drinking. “I couldn’t sleep. Went for a walk. You two okay?”

I can’t speak. My daughter can’t speak. We’re frozen like deer in headlights, my cock still inside her wet pussy, cum already starting to leak out around my shaft.

My wife flicks the main light off and turns on the small bedside lamp. She doesn’t even look our way. She crawls into bed on the other side, pulling the covers over herself.

“Did I wake you?” she asks, her voice drowsy.

My daughter—bless her—finds a thread of composure. “Yeah,” she whispers, her voice raw and small. “Just a nightmare.”

My wife murmurs something sympathetic and rolls over, back to us. Within seconds, her breathing steadies into sleep.

I’m still inside my daughter. And if feels fucking good.

I pull out slowly, painfully slowly. The sound is wet. A soft pop that seems deafening in the silence. I feel her cum and mine dripping onto the sheets. She doesn’t move. She just lies there, trembling, staring at the ceiling.

I lie back, heart thudding, dick still slick with the evidence of what I’ve done.

And slowly, horribly, my mind starts to process it.

She wasn’t tight like a virgin. That first push—it slid in with a wetness that wasn’t just from my pre-cum. There was no resistance. No hymen. She opened for me like she’d been opened before. Like she knew exactly what to do when I started thrusting. The way she arched her back. The way her hand found my ass and pulled me deeper.

She’s done this before.

The realization heats my blood in a way that makes me sick and hard at the same time. Someone else has been inside my fourteen-year-old daughter. Someone taught her to moan like that, to bite her lip, to squeeze her thighs around a man’s hips. And as I lie there, wife snoring softly on one side, daughter pretending to sleep on the other, I feel my cock twitch.

Because her pussy was good. Fucking amazing. Tight, but experienced enough to know how to milk a cock. She came before I did, her small body shuddering against mine, her muffled cries pressed into my shoulder. She came with me inside her, and that means she knew how to let go, how to ride a climax like a woman.

I close my eyes. My hand drifts to my half-hard dick. I’m still sticky with her fluids.

I shouldn’t think about it. I should feel nothing but guilt.

But my daughter is a whore under her sweet face. A little slut who likes to fuck and knows how to take a load. And now I’ve added mine to whatever collection she’s been building.

The sheets are damp. My wife sleeps on.

Because my dick is aching again, and I can still feel the ghost of her perfect, spoiled pussy the way it was clinging to my shaft like a promise.

For three days I avoid her. Though I have to conjure her image whenever I am fucking her mom. I need her tight wet pussy. I want to fuck her again but I don’t know how. One day, my wife and our son have already gone, one to work and the other to school. The morning light filters through her curtains, weak and gray. I haven’t slept. Every time I close my eyes, I feel her—the slick grip of her cunt, the way she clenched around me, the soft gasp when I filled her with my cum.

I knock on her door. My knuckles are clammy.

“Come in.”

Her voice is small. Unsure.

I step inside. She’s sitting on her bed, knees pulled up to her chest, wearing an oversized t-shirt and nothing else. Her hair is messy. Dark circles under her eyes. She looks at me with something between fear and curiosity.

I close the door behind me. Lean against it.

“You weren’t a virgin.”

It’s not a question. I say it flat. Accusatory.

She flinches. Her fingers tighten around her knees. “No.”

“Who?”

She looks away. Cheeks flushing pink. “There’s a boy at school. Jeremy. We did it once. In his car after a game.”

Jealousy twists in my gut. Hot and irrational. Some pimply teenager got to her first. Stretched her open.

“Why did you let me do it?” My voice cracks. “Last night. You knew it was me. You had to know.”

She lifts her eyes. For a long moment, she says nothing. Then a slow blush spreads across her face, down her neck. She bites her lower lip—the same way she bit mine when she came.

“Because you’re my daddy.”

The words hit me like a fist.

“You can have my pussy anytime you like.”

I’m hard instantly. My cock throbs against my jeans. She sees it. Her eyes drop to the bulge, and she doesn’t look away. She spreads her knees slightly. Just enough for me to see the shadow between her thighs.

I cross the room in three steps. My hands find her shoulders, push her back onto the bed. She goes willingly. Her shirt rides up, exposing her flat belly, her small tits. No bra. Pink nipples hard.

I don’t bother with foreplay. I yank her panties down—they’re soaked already, a dark patch on the cotton. I free my cock. It’s aching, leaking pre-cum. I position myself between her legs.

“Look at me,” I growl.

She does. Her eyes are wide, trusting, hungry.

I push in.

She’s slick and hot and so fucking tight. Her back arches. Her mouth opens in a silent gasp. I sink all the way to the hilt, watching my cock disappear into her young body. She takes every inch.

“Fucking good. Fucking tight.” I tell her.

“Fuck, Daddy,” she whispers.

I start to fuck her. Slow at first, then faster. Her legs wrap around my waist. Her nails dig into my shoulders. She’s wetter than last night, more ready. Her hips rise to meet mine.

“You like this?” I grunt, driving into her.

“Yes—yes, Daddy—”

“You like your daddy’s cock?”

She moans, loud and shameless. “I love it. I love your cock in me.”

I can’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. My daughter. Begging for it.

I fuck her harder. The bed creaks. Her tits bounce. Her small body takes everything I give her. I feel her pussy start to flutter around me.

“I’m gonna cum,” she gasps.

“Cum for Daddy. Milk my cock baby.”

She does. Her body convulses. Her cunt milks my cock, squeezing and pulsing. It’s too much. I bury myself deep and let go, pumping rope after rope of cum into her. She clenches around me, drawing out every drop.

I collapse on top of her. Both of us breathing hard. Her chest rises and falls beneath mine. She strokes my hair.

I can’t believe I’m addicted to my daughter’s pussy.

But I am.

And I’m not going to stop.