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I woke up to the feeling right before I heard the sounds of a wet, sloppy blow job. I looked down and my youngest daughter was slobbering on my knob, trying to get all 9 inches of my thick cock wedged in her throat. My hand reached out and softly stroked her head.
"Oh Daddy! You're awake!" she said happily, her eyes sparkling as she plunged her mouth down around my member. I moaned loudly and rocked my hips up, trying to force more of my meat in my girl's hungry mouth.
"Oh fuck! Victoria, you and your sister are both 19 now, hell, she's almost twenteeeee," I managed to get out before she started sucking my knob harder, working the head vigorously and using her saliva on my spit coated rod for lubrication as her hand became a blur on my dick.
"Oh, I know, Daddy, but it always makes your cock throb when you hear us call you 'Daddy,' doesn't it, Daddy," she said, giggling and went back to sucking my dick. She was right, I loved it when she talked dirty to me like that. Her other hand went to playing with my balls and between her hand stroking my dick, her mouth sucking it, and that new addition, I came in no time at all.
"Bran, Vicky! Supper time!" I heard my wife's voice emanate from the kitchen.
"Coming, Mom!" Vicky's voice came back.
"Already came, dearest!" I said standing. I looked around for my pants and saw them crumpled in a corner. Vicky must have taken them off for easier access to me while I slept. Goddamn I must have been tired to not remember or feel that.
We both marched into the kitchen, Vicky's hips swinging, cum dribbling from the corner of her mouth and staining her red t-shirt. The iron was returning to my rod and it was swinging in front of me as I entered. Jean was already at the table, Katie, my wife, was still setting it.
"Mom! Vicky blew Daddy again!" Jean's voice said and she looked at my stiffening prick with desire and jealousy.
"Damnit, kids, how many times do I have to tell you, no oral sex before supper! The way you girls cum, you'll ruin someone's appetite!" Katie said, shaking the wooden cooking spoon at our girls. I looked her up and down and saw that she was wearing nothing but a cooking apron that had "Fuck the Cook" written on it, the fabric stretching with how tight it had been tied around her tits. It still didn't stop her nipples from tenting the apron, however, and she turned to look at me as well.