Dear Daddy Part 3 - Sex Stories

Dear Daddy Part 3

... never made me feel judged at all. I guess that is why him telling me that he has been sleeping with our daughters behind my back for the past few weeks was so upsetting.

By the time I got to the hotel and found the letter, it was already pretty late at night. I decided to go to bed and start fresh in the morning. I was worried I wouldn't fall asleep since I was a ball of energy, so I took a Klonopin before hitting the sack. I was exhausted from traveling all day, so between that and the anti-anxiety meds, I passed out fairly quickly.

My dreams that night were anything but ordinary. Maybe it was the meds, maybe it was my brain trying to make sense of the letter Jim wrote me, but the dreams I had were vivid and shocking.

My most vivid dream started with me coming home from my trip, only to find Morgan on the couch moaning with Miriam between her legs. Miriam was dressed in my new devil-red latex bodysuit with the zippered crotch.

"God, Miriam, you eat my pussy so good!" Morgan screamed with abandonment. "I can't get over how hot you look in Mom's latex. It turns me on so much. I can't believe Mom wears this stuff. I wonder if she is as big of a slut as we are. Ugh, keep going!"

"You like the idea of seeing Mom in latex, don't you? I bet you would make her your pussy slut like you've done to me. I bet she would look so hot. I know I would love for her to sit on my face in that latex catsuit we found in her closet." Miriam shot back at her sister.

It was one ...

... thing to see my daughters having sex; it was a whole other thing to hear them talk about me as a sexual plaything. Hearing them talk about me that way left me frozen in my tracks, yet incredibly turned on.

It was too much for me to take in. I knew I needed to sneak upstairs to my bedroom without being spotting me. I tried my best to make it to the stairwell, yet I couldn't help but stare at the fuck-fest that was happening before me. That was my downfall. Not looking where I was going, I bumped into a lamp near the staircase and almost knocked it over.

Miriam suddenly lifted her head from her sister's crotch and called out to me, "Welcome home, Mommy! You must be hungry from your trip home. Would you like a taste? She tastes terrific!"

Even in my dream, I was shocked by the audacity of my oldest daughter. What did she think I was, some sort of hussy? If I was being frank with myself, she was right. I did want a taste. I wanted to drop to my knees and take in every inch of Morgan's pussy. I wanted to unzip the crotch of my latex bodysuit and feel how wet Miriam was. I wanted to experience everything I could with them, yet at that moment, I knew I had to reject their advances.

"Don't talk to me like that!" I screamed at Miriam.

Miriam replied, "I don't think you mean that, Mommy. I think you can't keep your eyes off of us. I think you like seeing me dressed in your latex bodysuit. I look like the woman of your dreams."

Miriam got off the floor and took her ...