Couldn’t Resist.

We’ve been a pretty close knit family for a long time, and we’re a family that likes to party. Well, more specifically, drink. Occasionally some odd things would happen, but nothing quite like the night it was just me, my daughter, and her husband.

I had gone over there to watch the World Series with Nick (son in law.) The 3 of us drank and hung out, a pretty typical night for us. I had enough to where we knew I was going to spend the night there on the couch. It was already pretty late, and we were still going. I don’t know what inspired them to do it, but the two of them started making out, paying no mind to the fact that I was maybe 6-7 feet away on the other couch. They quickly moved on to doing more, and my daughter was suddenly topless, before starting to suck her husband’s cock, right there in front of me. I was stunned, to say the least. I hadn’t really thought of her in a sexual way much before that moment, but in that moment, I suddenly I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

I sat and watched. My son in law would look over at me and occasionally give me a grin. I wasn’t really sure where he was going with it. I soon found out.

“Why don’t you come fuck her?” He asked, very plainly. I could tell he was serious. Drunk, but definitely serious in that moment. And I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help myself.

I slowly approached her from behind, her ass sticking up and towards me, already exposing her ass cheeks. I started to slowly pull down her shorts and panties, and she took a tiny break from blowing him to look back at me and give me a sexy smile and gently say “daddy” as she extended each leg to let me finish taking her clothes off.

She got back to work on sucking his cock as I took off my pants and lowered my boxers. I positioned myself behind her and lined up the tip of my cock with her pussy. I gently rubbed the top of her head, before slowly moving down to gripping her hip with one hand, and holding my cock in the other as I slid it inside her. She let out a huge gasp and then a moan, as I started pushing my cock in deeper.

I may be messing up the quote, but her husband said something along the lines of “holy fuck, dude. She’s loving daddy’s dick.”

I grabbed her hips and started fucking her slowly but firm, doing my best to go in as deep as I could each time. By the time I got balls deep, I realized she had stopped sucking his cock. She was holding his hand and had her head down.

I went slow for only a tiny bit. At that point, I wanted her more than I could even adequately describe.

I kept my hands on her hips or ass, occasionally spanking her, harder and harder each time. I started to fuck her probably harder than I had fucked anyone else before. I’m not sure how long it lasted. I generally have pretty good endurance and in particular when drunk, lol. I pounded her for I’m not sure how long before I felt myself getting close. I asked “where do you want me to cum?”

My daughter looked up and whispered something to her husband that I couldn’t hear, before putting her head back down.

“She wants you to nut inside her.” He said with a laugh.

I didn’t hear what she had told him and I wanted to be sure he was being honest, so I asked her “is that what you want?” And she said something too quiet for me to hear, again.

I reached out and grabbed a hold of her hair, and pulled her head back. I was about to blow at that point and needed to know.

“Where do you want me to cum? Tell me, now.” I said, probably sounding angry.

“Cum inside me, dad.” She said, this time seemingly loud enough that the neighbors could practically hear.

I began to fill her up pretty much immediately, letting go of her hair and grabbing onto her ass again, keeping my cock buried inside her as I unloaded. Her husband was looking at us with what I think must have been disbelief. He enjoyed the show but I don’t think he was truly ready for that ending. There was some awkward silence for a bit as I pulled out of her and sat next to her, as she had also moved to a sitting position. Her husband actually went up to bed soon after. I wouldn’t be surprised if he were experiencing regret. My daughter and I stayed up and each had another drink, occasionally kissing a bit and talking about things we had never talked about before. She put back on the t-shirt she had been wearing, but that’s it. I wound up falling asleep before her, and when I woke up, she was laying on top of me, with her head resting on my chest.

There were a lot of things going through my head. There were then, and there still are. We’ve done a lot more together behind her husband’s back. I’ve given up on trying to justify it as somehow being right, because any way I twist it, it’s just… not. It is what it is. And that admittedly makes it that much better.