Hello! This is part 8 in a series of stories. I make no real effort to catch the reader up. So if you want to know more, then it's best to read the other parts first!
I'm sorry that this has taken so long to get together and publish.
Warning: This story deals with incest, domination, submission and cuckquean. There's a lot of sexual content, but I wouldn't describe it as a 'jerk off' story. If any of the above themes offend you, please read no further, as this story is likely not to your taste.
Also if you are aged 18 years or below (Or your legal age equivalent), please do not read further.
How did it happen? Pt8
I stood stock still in the kitchen. My daughter's hand inside my trousers and underwear, her dexterous fingers squeezing my shaft, lightly stroking me.
"You're out of your mind Abby! You can't watch Mum and I have sex!" I hissed.
"Sure, I could." Abby said simply, bringing her face near to mine. "I'm not interested in joining in. I just want to see what it's like."
"It's crossing the line is what it's like" I replied angrily. Abby Rubbed her thumb over my tip, spreading a generous drop of pre-cum around my crown. She just grinned.
"You do know how silly that sounds don't you Dad? I mean, seriously? You've got your daughters hand wrapped around your throbbing cock, and you're talking about crossing a line? After all the things we've done together?"
I gulped and closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the wall.
"You're not going to try and force this are you, Abby?" I asked, remembering some of Abby's previous actions to get what she wanted.
"I won't need to. You'll give me what I want to see. You'll want to. I think you like the idea" she said, her lips close to mine, her hand massaging my fully erect shaft. She could see the effect that she was having on me.
I became aware of a stillness from upstairs.
"Abby, I think Mums finished in the shower. Stop, please!" I pleaded. I knew I didn't have the willpower to stop her, but I also knew she didn't want to get caught either. She simply moved her lips the final inch and kissed me hard. I melted into her kiss. Her passion for me sent a shiver down my spine. Then she let go of my engorged shaft and pushed herself away from me. I watched in awe as she raised her sticky fingers to her mouth, looking deep into my eyes she sucked my pre-cum from her digits one by one.
Then she was gone, twirling from the room. I stood catching my breath and rearranged my painfully hard cock into my underwear.
Not for the first time, I wondered what the hell I'd got myself into.
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I spent the next 2 weeks reflecting heavily on what had transpired between my daughter and I recently.
I'd come to some kind of acceptance that I had strong and very unfatherly feelings for my 20 year old daughter. Abby had asserted that she was in love with me. The truth was that I probably felt the same way about her. Yet I tried extremely hard to deny it.
I still hadn't forgotten about my wife, Abby's mother. I still felt crushing guilt at the betrayal and I felt considerable fear about returning to the stressed-out state that had led me to my collapse.
I couldn't fathom why Abby wanted to watch me have sex with my wife. There was no scenario that made me think it was a good idea. It spelled disaster if I let it happen.
I was so against the idea that I refused to have sex with my wife whilst Abby was in the house. We'd always been open about sex, never really bothering about if Abby was in the house or not. We'd always tried to be private about it, but we wouldn't have denied ourselves if the urge was there.
Abby pretended not to be interested in sex, presumably to 'encourage' me to get overwhelmingly horny and careless.
However, there finally came a weekday where we were both at home. Abby was out at college and it was a great time to try and reconnect with my wife without worrying about being caught by our daughters' prying eyes.
After 2 weeks without sex, I was well and truly ready for a good session. Sex with my wife had always been good. Like many marriages though it had gone through stale patches for a while.
Walking into the kitchen that morning I got a good inkling that my wife and I were on the same page. She was wearing a short sundress; it barely covered her ass standing straight. I knew that if she bent, the thin material would hike up exposing her soft buttocks. I stood against the door jamb, watching her wash up crockery. I scanned up her back, I couldn't detect a bra strap. Coming up behind her I wrapped my arms around her waist.
"Mmm hello" She sighed as I gently squeezed her. "I was starting to think I'd have to jump you if you didn't start paying me some attention"
"Well, I see you're wearing that short dress. You only wear it when you want something, and I figure I know what that something is" I said in her ear, as I caressed her midriff.