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Even In The Best Families 3: Father Rarely Knows Best
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)

***

We all do the wrong thing at times. (MF/f-teen, ped, 
inc, bi) 

***

Fucking his teenage daughter was arguably the dumbest 
thing Greg Richardson had ever done. Not because of any 
looming jail sentence but on account of the fact that 
from that moment on, not only did his fourteen-year old 
nymphette monopolise his every spare moment, his wife 
backed her indulgence to the hilt. 

Fact is, watching her little girl getting screwed in 
all manner of innovative positions and most everywhere 
from the family bed to that memorable night on her 
father's lap in the front seat of the Voyager, turned 
her on big-time! 


Greg's health was suffering. A vitamin-enriched 
teenager can take it out of you no risk, but the upshot 
of having a young wife queued up additionally, panting 
in the wings, super-heated urges at the fore...Hell, 
we're talking cardiac arrest here!

It had started that Friday night, so long ago now, when 
Greg had made the major mistake of passing on a simple 
goodnight kiss in favor of relieving his splendidly 
naked daughter of her virginity, whilst his wife over-
saw the action with an understandably high degree of 
sexual anticipation.

It hadn't all been smooth sailing. Like, the poor kid 
bled a bit, screamed a lot and for a good ten minutes 
or so, it was even money as to whether the neighbors 
had even called the constabulary, suspecting foul play 
afoot.

In many ways it had been foul...it certainly could be 
described as "playing." 

Eventually though, the screaming had stopped, the blood 
settling into a holding pattern and the three-act 
tragedy played out to its messy but fully inevitable 
conclusion. Shelley's dreamy "Ohhhh, that felt soo good 
daddy," at its denouement, suggested that painful 
memories can be remarkably transient. 

So where did they all go from there? To Hell basically!

Talk about partaking of the forbidden fruit. Following 
her sexual unravelling that night, young Shelley wanted 
the whole damn crate of apricots! She wouldn't have 
been too fussed where you put them either!

Greg of course had opened the proverbial can of worms. 
Obligated to escort his wife to the heights she had 
just observed her daughter scale, he had quickly to 
restore his participating hardware to functional 
efficiency. Shelley it must be said, was no passive on-
looker by this stage and although leaking copious 
amounts of her father's semen whenever she moved, was 
more than happy to remain provocatively naked, 
straddling her mother's neck and upper chest whilst 
Greg serviced the Mezzanine level. This tableau as you 
might imagine, presented each family member with 
several outrageously decadent options.

Squirming with pleasure from her husband's attentions 
due south, the sight of her young daughter's spread 
legs, and her still rather swollen vulva discharging 
the occasional string of sperm from her formerly zipped 
and chaste little pussy, was indeed something to 
behold. One could almost forgive her subsequent digital 
exploratories which brought forth from the teenager, a 
stream of giggles not to mention a few gasps of 
trangressed innocence. 

Shelley herself, sitting in such a way now that she 
could feel her mother's breasts pressing up against her 
bottom, lost no time in reaching around behind her and 
fondling her mom's highly erect nipples with something 
less than embarrassed delight.

Greg meanwhile was unable to wrest his eyes from that 
sexy little minx's naked rear-end jiggling but inches 
from his face. Beautifully curvacious waist as it 
blended in with those maturing flared hips highlighted 
a little lower by the most arousing of girlish clefts. 

As for the lust factor - at the point her compact and 
rounded bottom was making contact with his wife's 
breasts, he felt he had no option but to slip his hand 
in between those awesomely sexy tectonic plates and 
feel-up both sets of curves. Aware of her father's 
involvement in the general area, Shelley turned around 
and tossed him the hottest little smile before 
wriggling her bottom once more, purely for effect.

Orgasmically, girls of course have the edge, being able 
to multiply perform seemingly without limit. Greg, 
being male and therefore at the more limited end of the 
sex-performance scale, was running on empty. His 
daughter, carrying within her pussy, pretty much all 
that he had left in terms of procreative stock, left 
him but a shadow of the man he had been an hour before. 
Still, never let it be said he wasn't up to the task.

He was still staring lustfully at his daughter's hot 
little bum when he felt the familiar build-up and 
tensing, then it was "on with the show" and jerking 
himself into a near frenzy, he unloaded - precious 
little if the truth be known. Tracey wasn't complaining 
though, being mid-way through her own orgasmic bliss, 
as much of which was attributable to watching the 
illicit cum running out of her daughter's tight slit, 
as to her husband's penile contribution.

Little Shelley was not denied her own thrill-a-thon 
either, her mom's fingering and tongued applications 
coming strongly into contention here. The family that 
plays together definitely stays together!

Through sheer physical exhaustion if nothing else, the 
frenetic activities had reached the end of the line 
long before midnight even. Citing soreness of an 
intimate nature, together with various muscular cramps, 
the head of the household pleaded "no contest" and 
withdrew to the confines of his now somewhat stained 
sheets. 

"Poor daddy," giggled Shelley, as she slid herself 
under the covers beside him.

"Excuse me young lady," he muttered. "What do you think 
you're doing? You have your own bed don't you?"

"Can't I sleep here - just tonight daddy?" she pleaded.

"If you promise to go to sleep sweetheart," he replied, 
"And for God's sake put your bra and panties back on." 

"Mom doesn't have hers on dad? Do I have to?" 

"Yes you do Shelley," he rounded on her, "Fourteen-year 
old girls do not sleep with their dads naked, it might 
lead to er, further complications..."

"Oh goody," she purred, crushing herself against him.

"Shelley!!"
 
She recognised that tone and deciding against further 
argument, retrieved her undies and wriggled into them, 
deliberately taking twice as long as necessary.

"Goodnight mom," she whispered, curling up into a 
foetal position then closing her eyes, although in 
reality - planning her next strategy.

Problems of course were encountered the very next 
morning. Given the fact as Greg had earlier identified 
– that his daughter did not go to school, it being 
Saturday and all, he awoke to find a slim leg draped 
across his own, with the owner breathing softly but 
still fast asleep. "Damn it, he thought, "who needs 
this kind of torture?"

His hand had covered but two feet maybe (not that it 
was in any hurry you understand) from mid-calf to the 
inside of her upper thigh, when those pretty little 
eyes opened and she smiled sweetly. "Good morning 
daddy," she whispered. At least that's what words she 
used, the eyes relayed a different message altogether. 
"If you want to, you can," was more their meaning. 

And he did want to!

Fondling a fourteen-year old girl in just her bra and 
panties is fun at the best of times. it being your 
daughter and beneath the bed covers is just that much 
naughtier. No more than a six-inch journey and his hand 
closed around the soft mound beneath her panties flush 
between her legs. Setting up base camp there, he 
commenced rubbing her through the thin cotton and was 
rewarded immediately, both with a sexy little sigh and 
a discernible spreading of her legs. 

With the sudden realisation that his left hand was 
fully idle – and in a time when "full employment" was 
definitely called for, he introduced his hitherto 
unoccupied fingers to another of his favored 
mounds...two of them in fact. 

Having her breasts and nipples stimulated, concurrent 
with what magic was being worked between her legs, had 
little Shelley all at sixes and sevens. Her expression 
was most assuredly one of encouragement and her hips 
confirmed what he already suspected – that there was no 
chance in Hell of his even getting to brush his teeth 
without first fucking the daylights out of that hot 
teenage pussy.

"Put your hand inside my panties dad," she almost 
begged him in a low whisper. Right that second though 
he was playing with her shoulder straps and in this, 
she reached up almost impatiently to aid him, by 
unhooking her front clasp. She wriggled free of the 
skimpy little bra as his fingers slipped beneath the 
leg of her panties and found a world of heat and 
moisture on site.

It was only at this point he realised that what he had 
between his own legs wasn't so much an erection now as 
a steel rod. Nor had his boxers been successful in 
containing their penal captive. He was still 
contemplating this discovery when his daughter in 
milliseconds, eased herself up and over and he found 
himself completely straddled by a panting young female.

With both hands beneath the waistband of her panties he 
worked them over her hips, leaving it to Shelley to 
wriggle free of them. Whether by accident or design, 
the tip of his erection was, he could feel, right at 
the gates! 

"Fuck me daddy," she whispered, her face just inches 
from his, those wonderful little mounds pressing into 
his chest. 

It seemed like a good idea!

Compliantly, she raised her hips fractionally allowing 
him to take a hold of his erection which he then lined-
up for re-entry. She did the rest, fully taking his 
breath away with her seemingly new-found skills. How 
hot was this? Being able now to kiss her as he thrust 
up into her was just sheer nirvana. Although tight as 
only a fourteen-year old can be, she was so naturally 
lubricated, he found no difficulty taking her to the 
max. As he neared the finish line, he felt her 
spreading yet further and pleading with him to 
penetrate her even deeper. How could a girl learn so 
much in just one night?

It was at the point his wife woke from her slumber, 
inched her way across the bed and laid her hand on 
Shelley's naked bottom cajoling the young girl to "fuck 
your dad harder" that he totally lost it, and quite 
obviously replenished of stock overnight, he spurted a 
host of super-heated jism the length and breadth of 
that beautiful little vaginal cavity. Incest was indeed 
wonderful!

"Are you going to fuck mom now?" she asked almost 
cheekily as he eased her off his chest and on to her 
back between both of them. 

"He'd better," came the distant response. "Don't want 
your dad getting too infatuated with your hot little 
body Shelley... I could get jealous." For a moment the 
young girl wondered if there just might be some truth 
in that statement. Not that she cared, "Whatever it 
takes" was her motto currently!

Easing herself across her daughter, she felt a hand 
fondling her breasts rather lewdly... just the way she 
liked it. 

"You just can't get enough can you Greg?" she remarked 
accusingly.

"What???" He said. A giggle from beneath them laid to 
rest the mystery of the phantom groper.

"SHELL" she cried out accusingly, "That is soo 
naughty!"

"Chill out Trace," he teased, "So what if your daughter 
likes playing with your tits... you weren't exactly a 
reluctant party sucking hers last night."

Both girls gasped, although for a moment Tracey's mind 
was locked on video-replay as she recalled the arousing 
sensation of drawing-down on her daughter's erect teats 
and the softness beneath, that fitted so easily into 
the palm of her hand. Just for a second she glanced at 
that fresh-faced little visage resting neatly on the 
pillow and inclining her head, kissed the girl gently 
on the lips. 

Shelley felt a thrill go through her and putting her 
arms around her mother's neck, pulled her to her, 
prolonging the kiss, aware now that her mom's breasts 
were crushed up against her own. What Greg could not 
know was that mother and daughter now had their pussy's 
flush up against one another also and that had he not 
suddenly dragged Tracey to a supine position atop him, 
a whole new ball game had been on the cards. Shelley 
particularly was breathing hard, her emotional state on 
the edge once more.

Substantially turned-on by the girl on girl lip-action 
just witnessed, Greg slid his power drill into Tracey's 
willing receptacle and commenced thrusting up into his 
wife with an enthusiasm not seen since their courting 
days. Tracey, for her part, was unable to relinquish 
the image of her little girl lying back, her breasts 
displayed proudly, sighing with pleasure as she had 
suckled her. The frenetic work-out being accorded her 
vaginal game-board at that moment by her husband, was 
no unwanted distraction either.

"Fuck my pussy Greg," she whimpered, "Get me pregnant." 

The "p" word always did it for Greg and shifting up 
into fourth he took her apart. Even though they were 
all under the covers still, Shelley could still see the 
effect on her mom of Greg's inutero festivities. 
Between thrusts, the moans of a woman in extremis, the 
momentary view of her breasts being abused and 
mistreated, the muffled dirty talk and towards the end 
as his cervix-splitting incursions were causing her 
bottom to rise ever higher, tangible evidence that the 
young mother's legs were now as wide as nature would 
allow. 

What Shelley was doing to her own pussy at this 
juncture, doesn't bear repeating. 

"Yesssss Greg, love me, hold me," she pleaded. "Fuck 
that" he thought and just raped her senseless. 

Whatever – it worked a treat. Tracey's world exploded 
in wide screen technicolored magnificence as Greg 
reached the high-ground at much the same moment. If 
they had been underwater, it would have generated a 
mile-high tsunami.

As for Shelley, she just felt one gigantic ripple 
starting somewhere around her diaphragm, which radiated 
out like a Mexican wave, knocking out all 
communications and sending her entire reproductive 
system into melt-down. It was that good! 

"I can't take much more of this girls," Greg 
spluttered, knowing that realistically he was on the 
cusp of a domestic sexual revolution...one ultimately 
of his own creation.

Once showered and dressed, they almost looked like a 
normal family again. A little overly flushed perhaps 
but definitely close... yeah, real close!

The drug-store was first up on the Saturday morning "to 
do" list. Having procured their daughter a couple of 
"morning after" pills it must be admitted that the on-
going inter-family giggling did have the pharmacist 
scratching his head and wondering why it was, neither 
parent seemed too concerned about their daughter's 
seemingly wayward night?

This was followed by a trip to the medical center 
whereupon Miss Richardson was duly examined and 
pronounced OK to start on a course of the pill. The 
doctor, so Shelley told them later, asked her a few 
"intrusive" questions...one being that "did she know 
she had what appeared to be a significant residue of 
semen well up inside her vagina?" 

"I just giggled dad," she told him "Then I said, 'Ohh 
it must have been my boyfriend while I was asleep!' He 
just looked at me." 

Fortunately, Shelley had a school hockey comp in the 
afternoon, so the question of further incestuous by-
play was not an issue. From Greg's perspective though, 
watching his daughter run around the field in that 
short little skirt was having rather more of an effect 
on his libido than had been the case the previous 
weekend. He clutched his wife's hand even tighter. She 
didn't need an explanation, instead she just smiled at 
him knowingly.

More by good luck than anything else, Greg's best buddy 
– Sean Taylor, well, his best drinking buddy at least, 
called him up shortly after dinner and invited him over 
to the club. Needing some time out – perhaps more than 
most men, he tossed on his coat and called out 
hopefully, "Don't wait up for me girls, as he exited 
stage right."

"Bye daddy" Shelley called-out from the kitchen, while 
finishing off a plate of ice-cream. As her mind 
wandered to the events of the previous evening, her 
hand dropped abstractedly to her lap and began to apply 
pressure in a very naughty place. So much better than 
sucking your thumb used to be, she had to admit.

"Poor old dad," she reflected, "As if he will be 
getting much sleep tonight either!"

Oh, she had such plans. She rinsed the plate, then 
walked upstairs to talk to her mom.


© Peter_Pan 2005

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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