Daddys Sluts

Alicia arrived home from school and tossed her car keys into the bowl by the door. Still riding the high of her 18th birthday two weeks before, she had made plans to meet friends for dinner. She'd popped into the house to change out of her school uniform and borrow some money from her Mom.

"Alicia, get in here." Her mother called; her tone laced with unmistakable thread of disappointment.

Alicia walked into the kitchen; her mother stood at the counter, a letter in her hand. Her mother looked at her for a moment, clearly gathering her thoughts and trying to find words that would sound like she wasn't losing her shit. Thankfully Alicia knew she was her Daddy's pet and he'd punish her Mama for being rude but it didn't mean that Alicia got off Scott free.

"Do you know about this?" Helen, her mother asked.

"Yes, Ma'am." Alicia stared at her feet.

"You've been showing your tits to the boys behind the bleachers, again?" Helen's tone was clipped. "God damn it, you stupid slut. I got a call too, in the middle of my meeting with the Board." Helen's eyes bore into Alicia "Come here." Helen looked at the space beside her.

Obediently but reluctantly, she walked to and stood beside her mother.

Helen didn't hesitate in pulling apart the white blouse from the uniform her daughter wore to school. Buttons flew off and some hung limply by threads. "Of course, no bra." Her mother grabbed her left breast and twisted the nipple, "Did you let the boys do that to you too?" she questioned.

"No Mama." Alicia lowered her head. She had and two boys sucked on them.

"Liar!" Helen slapped her daughter's tit. She leaned over and bit on Alicia's nipple and promptly sucked it, knowing her husband would be furious if she was too rough with their daughter.

Alicia moaned. "Mama.." she whispered.

Helen's hand went down to her daughter's thigh. The woollen tartan skirt left a warmth on Alicia's skin that Helen adored. She let her hand slither up and rest on Alicia's full and rounded cunt. She was wearing panties today; this was a good thing. She knew her daughter and she'd come to appreciate that the sweet little whore was just like her mother. Helen would never admit that, that's not how filthy little girls learned.

Helen threaded her fingers in along side the hem of the girl's panties and slid her finger into her wetness. Helen herself surged with excitement. She couldn't wait for her husband.

She stood, shoved her daughter's face into the granite on the island and flipped the back of her school tartan over her round ass, yanked her white cotton panties down and allowed her hand to feel the roundness of daughter's shapely and full ass.

She raised her hand and made contact. Hard, firm and with a few degrees less than Helen's full strength. Alicia yipped so Helen hit her again, and Alicia yipped again. Three times, four times and one more with her full strength behind, Helen disciplined her errant daughter. She slid her hand between her daughter's legs and the wetness aroused her.

She slid one finger in and Alicia's body tightened around her finger.

"Whore!" Helen removed the finger abruptly and began spanking her daughter again. The girl needed to learn, her tits and cunt didn't belong to anyone but her father. "Disgusting cunt. Showing off. You let them touch you, didn't you?" Helen got her largest wooden spoon, "How many boys, Alicia?"

"Six, Mama, two watched, two touched my tits and two stroked their cocks while they put their fingers inside me." Alicia's voice broke, "I'm sorry, Mama."

Helen raised the spoon and brought it down on her daughter's ass. Little whore she thought as she repeatedly and mindlessly punished her only child. Her fury being expressed through the spoon.

"Helen." Alicia heard her father speak her mother's name and she knew the torture would end.

Matthew had Helen by the wrist as she raised it to strike Alicia. His other hand threaded through her hair. In one swift movement, he'd dropped Helen to her knees before him.

"Stupid mutt. Lick the floor where you made our lovely daughter piss herself." Matthew kicked his wife in the ass as he dragged her forward by her hair and shoved her face into the mess. "Clean it, now." He released his wife and slapped her ass.

"Come to Daddy, baby girl." Mathew enveloped his daughter, "Are you all right, my sweet child girl?"

"I am now, Daddy." She let her father's arms comfort her. She knew he'd be angry at what she'd allowed the boys to do but he was never as mean as Mama.

"Now, tell me what happened to make your mother hit you so hard?" he stroked her hair.

Absently minded, Alicia's hand slipped down inside her father's dress pants and she touched him in the way he liked.

"Such a good girl." Matthew kissed the top of his daughter's head. "Now, tell me." He tugged her hair back and exposed her neck. He lowered his head and slowly licked her neck up toward her ear. He bit her and she moaned softly.

"I let boys touch me, Daddy. They asked so nicely, I couldn't say no. I was trying to do the right thing and bring them pleasure, like you told me I should." Her voice quivered, as much as she knew that's what her Daddy had told her, she knew her body was his.

"Touch you how?" he pressed, his cock growing firm from her touch. Her mother had taught her so well how to manipulate a man's body. It came naturally to girls like Helen and Alicia. Whores, he thought, dirty, filthy whores who needed to be taught and used.

"Two boys touched my tits, Daddy.. Two put their fingers in me while they touched themselves and two more boys just watched." Alicia admitted.

"You didn't please all those boys, did you?" her father asked, his cock getting even stiffer as he spoke the words. "Did you taste all those boys' dicks? Did you let them fuck your throat, you little slut?"

"No Daddy!" Alicia exclaimed, "I know my mouth is only for you. They asked, but Daddy, you'd be so proud that I said no. Even when their fingers were making my squirt. And you know, Daddy," she continued, her eyes wide, "how I can never say no when my body cums like that." A smile played at her lips.

Matthew's hand slipped under his daughter's short skirt and felt her cunt. She was soaked, she'd pissed herself when her mother was beating her. His cock swelled, with Alicia's touch, the wetness of knowing she'd pissed herself and the thought of his beautiful wife obediently cleaning up the mess with her mouth drove him wild. He yanked down the wet panties and Alicia wiggled out of them.

"So anxious, my little whore." Matthew said. He lifter her up and placed her bare, damp cunt on the lovely granite countertop. "Wait." He instructed.

He took two steps to the right and grabbed his first whore, his wife, by the hair. "Up, cunt." He pulled hard on her hair and made her cry out. "That's right, you sloppy whore. Let me look at you."

Helen spun around, her hands moving to her head to try and get her husband to let go. Her face wet, her lips dripping with the mess she hungrily lapped from the cold tiled floor. Matthew looked to the floor, the large puddle was nearly gone.

"You're such a good piss drinker! I'm proud of you." He relaxed his grip, "you've pleased me, cleaning up so nicely."

Matthew handled his wife with ease, he knew what she'd want for her reward and he wanted to reward her, at least in part. He pulled her linen slacks down, not surprised she wasn't wearing panties and was even less surprised at the immense wet spot in her now ruined linen pants.

"Oh you little whore! You're wet too. Such a lucky Daddy I am to have two eager sluts." He smiled as he bent his wife over and pushed her face towards their daughter's cunt.

"I'm going to fuck you, Helen, hard and fast. You're going to fuck and suck our little girl. If you can make her cum before I do, I will fuck you until I cum. Then I can watch and take pictures as I force Alicia to eat my cum out of you and finger you until you come on her tongue." He slid his finger between his wife's cunt lips, feeling the wetness grow as he spoke. "Hmmm... Such a good girl, Helen. You're so wet."

He slipped his dick into his wife's cunt. She grabbed him, instinctively trying to tighten her loose pussy. Over 20 years, he'd loaned her out and let a variety of men and women use her. He'd seen the videos of her being fucked, gang banged and watched men and women alike try to loosen her further by inserting a variety of things in her cunt. Dildos, cucumbers, squash, fists. She took it all and it pleased him.

Helen parted her daughter's pussy and lapped at it. She inserted a couple fingers; she was wet too. She flicked her clit with her tongue, fast and quick, then licked it slow. Alicia was such and easy thing to make cum. She added a third finger and licked quickly.

Alicia moaned and arched her back as she lay back onto the cool counter of the kitchen island. Her Mama was so good at this. Alicia wanted to hold out because if she did, Daddy would fuck her and cum inside her and she wanted that more than anything. Then Mama would have to clean her up.

But Alicia knew that she was going to cum, even if she didn't want too. Mama always made her cum and squirt. Always. She felt it building and only hoped Mama's loose cunt would turn Daddy on enough that he'd cum fast.

Matthew pounded his wife; she was a good fuck. She tightened and relaxed with his thrusts, massaging him, massaging his dick with her pussy like she did with her mouth when he'd fuck her face. Shit, he thought, he'd wanted to fuck his little girl but he knew he was going to cum.

Alicia peaked first, with Mama's hand inside her, her lips wrapped around her clit, sucking it and flicking it with her tongue, Helen sucked furiously, wanted to have her cunt eaten by her whore daughter; wanted her baby girl to suck her Daddy's cum from her used cunt.

Helen popped her fist out of her daughter as she knew the little whore was going squirt and Helen loved the feeling of having her daughter's cum all over her face and down her throat. Right on cue, Alicia's body shook, her voice hummed and her cum sprayed all over Helen's greedy mouth.

From behind her, Matthew couldn't help but adore the sight he was privileged to. He saw Helen's fist pop out of his daughter's twat and then the gorgeous view of her spraying all over her mother.

He closed his eyes and sprayed his load into his wife, his last thrust so deep, Helen's face was driven back between their daughter's pussy, Helen gurgled and sputtered as Alicia's body came again with her Mother's face buried in her snatch.

As the last drops of his cum emptied into his wife, he withdrew. Spent and relieved, he slapped Helen's ass as she struggled to catch her breath, having had her daughter cum down her throat.

Mathew smiled as he zipped his pants up.

"Clean this mess, you two, and don't forget to make your Mama cum. It's the least you can do." He grabbed Alicia by the throat and slapped her face, "and don't you ever let any boys touch you unless I say so."

Matthew turned his back on his wife and daughter and walked out of the kitchen.