A Father's Property - Sex Stories

A Father's Property

... raise and love. However my wife couldn't have any more c***dren, due to complications during her first and only pregnancy. Our brilliant and loving daughter, however, had a solution. Any k**s I fathered in her could be raised as her b*****rs and s****rs, since they technically would be anyway. Amber and I would raise them, and since our daughter is part of both of us, the c***dren would also be a part of my wife. ***** I drove harder and deeper, feeling my cock grow larger as I found myself more and more aroused by the taboo tightness I shouldn't be feeling. She was squirming on her bed, as I tenderly moved in and out, filling her up with the cock that made her over 18 years earlier. She wanted it to be her bed. The same seed that made her and made her body my property by default, was going to make new life inside of her. Her own s****r or b*****r would soon be growing inside of her. My daughter moaned, her eyes fluttering as our kiss is interrupted, her tight sleeve that by all rights is mine but society strives to deny me trying so hard to squeeze me and make me release what my daughter wants inside her at a carnal level. ***** Ashley didn't jump right to the point at first, of course. Our daughter didn't want to give anybody a heart attack (although my wife had been joking about her giving me "hard attacks" for a few years now, which my wife didn't mind at all since she benefitted from them). She brought up the possibility very carefully, not knowing how we would react. ...

... My daughter's body reminded me of my wife, and the stories I read and wrote were my deepest, most perverted fantasies. The idea of them coming to life was causing my cock to strain against my pants, making a wet spot before she had finished the first few sentences of her proposal. Her eyes flicked down to my crotch and she cracked a smile in the corner of her mouth. I didn't want to seem too eager so after she started to talk to her mother about permission to fuck her father, I left the room to let them discuss the situation. I was worried I'd pin her down and take her right there, regardless of what her mother said. I went to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face, read some news online, and just tried to keep my mind occupied with anything else. It didn't work, and my cock stayed hard. About 20 minutes later I returned. When I entered to the living room, Amber was sitting on the couch, but now Ashley was on her knees next to my favorite chair, and had changed clothes. Specifically, she was now wearing a short skirt. She rarely wore skirts, and in fact the one she was wearing was her mother's. It was the one she wore the first time she sucked me off in a department store dressing room, swallowing my entire load. It was a short plaid skirt that barely went past her ass. She didn't wear panties that day either. The memories flooded my mind while bl**d rushed into my cock. As I walked over to my chair with my bright-eyed daughter sitting next to it, sitting up ...