dad and mom feed and fuck daughter

The morning sun painted the sky a soft pink as it peeked over the rooftops of the quiet suburban neighborhood. A young girl named Lily, still in her early teens, stretched languidly in her bed, her dark hair fanning out across the pillow. She could hear the distant chirp of birds and the faint murmur of the world waking up outside her window. The house was still, save for the comforting hum of the fridge in the kitchen downstairs.

Her mother, Rachel, was already up, preparing breakfast for the family. She moved silently through the kitchen, her eyes lingering on a small jar hidden in the back of the fridge. Inside was a secret she and her husband, Mark, had been sharing for months now. A secret that had started innocently enough, but had grown into something... more. Rachel's heart raced as she thought about the new plan they had hatched the night before. They had decided it was time to take things to the next level, to bring their daughter into their private world without her knowledge.

With trembling hands, Rachel poured a small amount of the thick, white substance into a glass of orange juice and stirred it meticulously until it was completely dissolved. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to do. She knew it was wrong, but the desire that burned within her was too strong to resist. Rachel had become obsessed with the idea of her daughter being daddy's little slut, and the power it gave her over Mark was intoxicating.

Upstairs, Mark lay in bed, his thoughts racing. He couldn't believe they were actually going to go through with it. The idea of turning their innocent daughter into their personal sex toy had been a taboo fantasy for so long, but now it felt so close to becoming a reality. His cock twitched at the thought, already half-hard as he listened to Rachel's footsteps on the stairs.

Lily yawned, rubbing her eyes as she padded into the kitchen. She was still in her oversized t-shirt and shorts, the soft fabric clinging to her developing body. Rachel forced a casual smile as she handed her the glass of orange juice. "Here you go, sweetie," she said, her voice a little too bright. "Drink up, you're going to need your energy for school today."

Lily took the glass, eyeing her mother suspiciously. "What's with the fancy presentation?" she quipped, but Rachel just laughed it off. "Oh, I just wanted to start your day off right," she said, her mind racing with the implications of what she was about to do. Mark emerged from the bedroom, tucking in his shirt and smoothing his hair, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. He gave Rachel a knowing look, and she nodded imperceptibly.

The three of them sat down at the kitchen table, the tension palpable. Rachel and Mark exchanged furtive glances, watching as Lily sipped her juice. The sweetness of the orange mixed with the salty tang of Mark's cum, creating a peculiar flavor that Rachel hoped Lily wouldn't notice. She took a sip of her own water, her mouth dry with anticipation. Lily seemed to enjoy the drink, making small talk about her plans for the day. Rachel felt a twinge of guilt but pushed it aside, focusing instead on the thrill of their shared secret.

After a few minutes, Lily began to feel a little peculiar. Her cheeks flushed, and she felt a strange warmth spreading through her body, starting in her belly and radiating outwards. She looked at her parents, who were both watching her with barely contained excitement. Rachel took a deep breath, trying to keep her cool. "How's the juice, honey?" she asked, her voice quivering slightly.

Lily took another sip, the heat inside her growing more intense. "It's... different," she said, her voice trailing off. Rachel's eyes widened, and Mark's hand found its way to his crotch, giving his cock a subtle squeeze. They knew the effects were starting to kick in. The special concoction Rachel had made had been carefully designed to increase her daughter's libido without making it obvious to her that she had ingested anything out of the ordinary.

The room felt warmer, and Lily found herself fidgeting in her seat, her legs brushing against each other. Rachel cleared her throat, trying to keep the conversation flowing. "So, you're going to the mall with your friends after school?" she asked, her mind racing with the thoughts of what might happen when Lily's inhibitions were lowered. Mark nodded in agreement, eager to keep the charade going.

"Yeah," Lily said, her voice a little huskier than usual. She took another gulp of the orange juice, the warmth spreading further, now between her legs. She shifted in her chair, feeling a dull throb that she couldn't quite place. Rachel and Mark exchanged knowing glances, their hearts pounding in their chests.

"I'll get you some more," Rachel said, standing up quickly and making her way back to the fridge. She took the jar out again, pouring a bit more of Mark's cum into the glass before filling it with juice. As she stirred, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, the thrill of what they were doing making her wet. She brought the refilled glass back to the table, placing it in front of Lily with a shaking hand. "Here you go," she said, her eyes not quite meeting her daughter's.

Lily took the glass, her own hand trembling slightly as she brought it to her lips. The warmth was now a full-blown fire, licking at her insides, making her aware of sensations she had never felt before. She took a large gulp, the juice sliding down her throat and into her stomach. It felt like a warm embrace, and she couldn't help but let out a small contented sigh. Rachel's eyes widened as she watched, her own arousal growing by the second. Mark leaned back in his chair, his cock now fully erect, straining against his pants.

As the minutes ticked by, Lily's behavior grew increasingly erratic. She giggled at nothing, her skin was flushed, and her eyes had a glazed look to them. Rachel and Mark exchanged worried glances. Had they gone too far? But the allure of their taboo desires was too strong, and they continued to watch as Lily squirmed in her seat, her thighs squeezing together as if trying to contain something uncontainable.

Rachel took the empty glass from Lily's trembling hand, her heart racing as she filled it once more. This time, she didn't hold back, pouring half a cup of her husband's cum into the juice. She didn't bother to stir it as much, the white substance floating on top like a sinful cream. She brought it back to the table, her own breathing heavy with anticipation. "Here, drink this," she instructed, her voice firm yet shaky.

Lily took the glass without question, her eyes glazed over with a mix of confusion and burgeoning lust. She took a deep breath and downed the entire contents, her throat convulsing as the potent mixture hit her stomach. Rachel watched with a mix of horror and excitement as her daughter's body reacted to the potent cocktail. Lily's cheeks grew even redder, and she let out a soft moan, her hand moving to her chest as if to soothe the ache that was growing within her.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Rachel asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Lily nodded, her breathing shallow. "I... I need more," she murmured, her voice thick with a newfound desire that neither she nor her parents could ignore. Rachel's eyes widened, and she glanced at Mark, who nodded slowly. They had never seen Lily act this way, and it was both terrifying and thrilling. Rachel took the empty glass and returned to the fridge, her hand shaking as she unscrewed the lid of the jar. She poured the remaining cum into the glass, not bothering with the juice this time.

When she handed it back to Lily, she saw the hunger in her daughter's eyes, a hunger that mirrored her own. Lily took the glass, the warm liquid coating her hand, and drank it down greedily. Rachel and Mark watched, their own arousal building as they saw the transformation taking place before their eyes.

"What's happening to me?" Lily whispered, her voice filled with a mix of fear and longing. Rachel took a step closer, her hand on Lily's shoulder. "It's okay," she soothed, her voice low and seductive. "It's just a little something to help you... relax." The lie tasted sweet on her tongue.

The room grew hazier, and Lily's eyes dropped to Rachel's chest, where her breasts swelled beneath her thin robe. Rachel felt a pang of pride, knowing that her own breasts were a handful larger than her daughter's. She watched as Lily's gaze drifted to Mark, his cock now fully exposed, standing tall and proud. "Daddy," she murmured, her eyes wide with wonder and lust. "Who has the bigger boobs? Me or mommy?" Rachel felt a jolt of excitement at the question, her own nipples tightening with the thrill of the situation.

Without a word, Lily lifted her oversized shirt, revealing her own developing breasts. They were smaller than Rachel's, but firm and perky, with dark pink nipples that were already hard with arousal. Rachel's mouth watered at the sight, and she could feel Mark's eyes on her, waiting for her response. "You're both beautiful," he said, his voice strained with desire. "But, mommy's are bigger." Rachel couldn't resist the urge to squeeze her own breasts, watching as Lily's eyes followed the movement hungrily.

Rachel took a deep breath and reached out to her daughter, her hand hovering over the soft mounds. "Let me show you," she murmured, her voice a siren's call that Lily couldn't resist. She untied her robe, letting it fall open to expose her own voluptuous chest. Her breasts spilled out, the nipples already erect and begging for attention. Lily stared, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and curiosity. Rachel took Lily's hand and placed it on her own breast, guiding her to squeeze gently.

The contact was electric, and Rachel felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through her body. Lily's touch was innocent yet eager, her small hand exploring the contours of her mother's flesh. Rachel watched as her daughter's eyes grew dark with desire, the same look Rachel had seen in Mark's eyes so many times before. "Feel how big they are," Rachel whispered, her voice thick with lust. "Do you like them?"

Lily nodded, her own breaths coming in short gasps. She squeezed Rachel's breasts again, feeling the weight of them in her hand. Rachel leaned in, her nipples grazing Lily's cheek, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. The room was charged with an energy that none of them had ever felt before, and it was intoxicating. Mark shifted in his chair, his cock throbbing with need. He had fantasized about this moment for so long, but now that it was happening, it was even better than he could have imagined.

Rachel took the glass from the table, the last remnants of the juice sticking to the sides. She placed it in Lily's other hand and guided her to Mark's lap. "Why don't you show daddy how much you like them?" Rachel's voice was a purr, and Lily could feel the heat coming from her mother's body as she leaned closer to her.

Lily's eyes were locked on her mother's full breasts, the nipples pebbled and begging to be touched. Rachel's hand slipped under Lily's shirt, her warm palm cupping her daughter's still-small but developing mounds. Rachel's thumb brushed over Lily's nipple, and she gasped, the sensation sending shockwaves straight to her core. Rachel's other hand found its way to her own chest, mimicking the motion on her own breast. "Like this," she whispered, her breath hot against Lily's ear.

With trembling hands, Lily reached out and did as she was told. Rachel's skin was soft and warm, and the weight of her mother's breast in her hand was surprisingly comforting. Rachel's breath hitched as she felt her daughter's touch, the electricity of the moment building to an almost unbearable crescendo. Mark's eyes were glued to the scene unfolding before him, his hand moving to stroke his rigid cock through his boxers. Rachel watched him, her eyes dark with desire, as she guided Lily's hand to her own nipple.

Encouraged by her mother's reaction, Lily squeezed gently, feeling it harden beneath her touch. Rachel's breathing grew ragged, and she leaned into the contact, her own hand moving to caress her other breast. "That's it," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "You're such a good girl."

The words seemed to echo in the room, and Lily felt a strange sense of pride wash over her. She had never felt like this before, but it was all she wanted in that moment. Rachel leaned back, her robe slipping off her shoulders to reveal her naked body. Her breasts were full and heavy, the nipples now a dark pink from Lily's touch. Lily's eyes widened, and she couldn't look away. Rachel's hand slid down her stomach, and she began to untie the knot of her shorts. "You should get comfortable too," she said, her eyes never leaving Lily's

.

With shaking hands, Lily pulled her own shirt over her head, revealing her small but firm breasts. Rachel's eyes were on her, and she felt a strange sense of exhibitionism. She liked the way her mother looked at her, liked the power she seemed to have over her. Her shorts followed, and she stood before them in just her panties, feeling more exposed than she ever had. Rachel took her hand and led her to the couch, gently pushing her down to sit beside Mark.

Mark's eyes were glued to her chest, and Lily felt her heart race as his hand reached out to trace the line of her panties. Rachel watched, her own breathing erratic, as Mark's thumb slid under the fabric, hooking it and pulling it down. Lily giggled, the sensation of her father's hands on her skin sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Rachel leaned in, her breath hot on Lily's neck, as Mark's fingers found their way to her daughter's pussy. "Is this okay?" he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

"I... I don't know," Lily stuttered, her voice filled with a mix of fear and excitement. "But I like it." Rachel took a deep breath, her own hand moving to her own sex, her fingers circling her clit. "It's just a game," she murmured, trying to reassure herself as much as Lily. "A family game."

Rachel's hand slipped down her body, sliding under her own panties, her eyes never leaving her daughter's. She began to masturbate, her movements slow and deliberate. Lily watched, mesmerized, as her mother's hips began to rock slightly with the rhythm of her hand. Rachel's eyes grew hooded, her breathing shallow, as she worked herself closer to climax. "Daddy," she whispered, her voice a breathy moan. "You should be naked too."

Mark's eyes snapped to Rachel's, his hand pausing on Lily's pussy. He nodded, understanding the unspoken command. He stood up, his cock pointing straight at the ceiling, and began to strip off his clothes. Rachel watched hungrily as her husband revealed himself, her own hand moving faster as she watched the scene unfold. Lily's eyes darted between her parents, unsure of what to do next.

When Mark was fully naked, Lily couldn't help but stare. His cock was the largest she had ever seen, and she couldn't believe it belonged to her daddy. Rachel could see the hunger in her daughter's eyes, the same hunger that burned within her. She leaned closer, her breasts brushing against Lily's arm. "Do you want to touch it?" she whispered, her voice a siren's call.

Lily nodded, her eyes never leaving the thick, veiny shaft that stood proudly before her. Rachel took her hand and placed it on Mark's cock, guiding her to wrap her fingers around it. Lily gasped at the feel of it, so warm and solid in her hand. She began to stroke it tentatively, her movements clumsy and unpracticed. Rachel watched, her own hand still working between her legs, as Mark's cock grew even larger in Lily's grasp. A bead of precum formed at the tip, and Rachel leaned in to lick it away.

The salty taste of her husband's essence on her tongue only served to fuel Rachel's desire. She reached out with her other hand, taking Lily's and showing her how to stroke Mark in a rhythm that would drive him wild. Lily's eyes grew wide as she felt the power she had over her daddy's body, the way he groaned and hissed with every touch. Rachel leaned back, watching the show she had orchestrated, her own hand still working furiously at her clit.

"Can I kiss it?" Lily's voice was barely above a whisper, but the question hung heavy in the air. Rachel's eyes widened with excitement. This was it, the moment she had been dreaming of. She nodded eagerly, her own breathing coming in ragged gasps. "Of course you can, baby," she murmured, her voice thick with arousal.

Lily leaned in, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never done anything like this before, but the warmth between her legs was insistent, demanding. Rachel watched as her daughter's soft pink lips made contact with Mark's cock, her eyes shining with pride. Mark let out a low moan, his hand finding the back of Lily's head to guide her. Rachel felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through her own body, her hand moving faster between her legs.

Lily's kisses grew more confident, her tongue flicking out to taste her father's cock. Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head as she watched, her own hand working feverishly. She could feel her orgasm building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in her belly. Mark's grip on Lily's head grew firmer, his hips bucking slightly as he thrust into her mouth. Rachel's chest heaved with each breath, her eyes never leaving the erotic scene playing out before her.

Lily took Mark deeper into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. Rachel could see the muscles in Mark's thighs tensing, knew he was close. She leaned in, her mouth watering as she watched her daughter's innocent face transformed by lust. "Let me show you how it's done," Rachel murmured, her voice low and seductive.

With a grace that belied the feverish need racing through her veins, Rachel knelt before her husband, taking his cock from her daughter's mouth. She swiped her tongue along the shaft, tasting the salty precum and the faint sweetness of the juice they had given Lily. Mark's eyes rolled back in his head, his breathing harsh and ragged. Rachel took him deep, her throat tightening around his girth, her hand pumping the base.

Lily watched, wide-eyed, as her mother demonstrated her skill. Rachel's cheeks hollowed, and she swallowed around Mark's length, the sight of which sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through the girl. Rachel pulled back, her lips glistening, and turned to Lily. "Would you like to try, sweetie?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.

The question hung in the air, thick with the scent of sex and desire. Lily nodded, her curiosity piqued. Rachel guided her daughter back onto her knees, positioning her face inches from Mark's cock. Lily tentatively reached out with her tongue, licking the tip like an ice cream cone. Rachel watched with bated breath, her own hand still working between her legs. Mark groaned, his hand in Lily's hair, guiding her movements as Rachel had done.

"Good girl," Rachel whispered, her voice a soft caress that sent shivers down Lily's spine. Rachel's hand left her own pussy and reached for Lily's, her fingers sliding through the slickness that had gathered there. "You're doing so well," she encouraged, her voice a purr of approval.

Lily took Rachel's words to heart, eager to please. She leaned in further, taking more of Mark's cock into her mouth. Rachel watched, her eyes hooded with desire as Lily's cheeks hollowed with each suck. Rachel's own hand moved to her clit, her thumb circling it with expert precision. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure in her core growing with each stroke.

Mark's hand tightened in Lily's hair, guiding her movements, pushing her to take more of him. Rachel could see the hunger in her husband's eyes, the same hunger she felt deep inside. The power of the moment washed over her, and she knew they were crossing a line that could never be uncrossed. But the thought only made her more excited.

Lily's eyes watered as Mark's cock pushed deeper into her mouth, but she didn't fight it. Instead, she took it as a challenge, her tongue swirling around the head as she did her best to accommodate his size. Rachel watched, her own hand working faster between her legs. She could feel the beginnings of her orgasm, the pressure building like a storm about to break.

Mark's grip on Lily's hair tightened, and he began to face fuck her in earnest, his hips thrusting forward as he filled her mouth with his cock. Rachel leaned in, her own hand still on Lily's pussy, her thumb circling her clit in time with the rhythm of her husband's movements. She whispered words of encouragement, her voice a symphony of desire and pride. Lily's eyes were wide with a mix of fear and excitement, but she didn't pull away, her own hand moving to Rachel's breast to squeeze it as she was taught.

Rachel watched with a mix of amazement and arousal as her daughter took her husband's cock like a pro. Her own orgasm was imminent, the tension in her body reaching a peak. With a sudden jerk of her hand, Rachel pulled away from Lily's pussy, moving to her throat instead. She began to rub gently, her thumb pressing into the soft flesh as she watched her husband's cock disappear and reappear with each thrust.

"Do you want some more cum that mommy gave you baby girl." Mark's voice was a gruff whisper, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and fear as he watched his daughter's reaction. Lily nodded, her eyes never leaving his cock as Rachel's thumb continued to press into her throat. Rachel could feel the beginnings of Mark's climax, his cock pulsing in her hand.

With a roar, Mark pushed himself deep into Lily's mouth, his cock sliding down her throat until she could feel the head at the back of her throat. Rachel's thumb applied more pressure, urging her to take it all, and Lily swallowed around him, her eyes watering. Rachel watched as Mark's cock began to pulse, the first rope of cum shooting out and hitting the back of her daughter's throat.

Lily coughed and gagged, the sensation foreign and overwhelming, but Rachel was there, her hand on Lily's cheek, guiding her through it. "Swallow it, baby," she coached, her own voice tight with excitement. "It's Daddy's love for you." And with that, Lily did as she was told, her throat working as she swallowed her father's cum. Rachel felt a warmth spread through her, watching her husband's seed fill their daughter's mouth, the ultimate act of possession.

Mark's hips stuttered, and Rachel felt his cock spasm as he emptied himself into Lily's mouth. She pulled her thumb away, watching the last few ropes of cum land on Lily's chin and chest. Rachel leaned in and licked it up, her tongue tracing the line of Lily's jaw before capturing her daughter's mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. The taste of her husband's cum mingled with her daughter's sweetness, and Rachel felt a powerful wave of desire wash over her.

Breaking the kiss, Rachel looked into Lily's teary eyes, her own glazed with lust. "You did so good," she murmured, her hand still stroking Mark's cock gently. "You're such a good girl for Daddy."

Lily nodded, her cheeks flushed with both excitement and embarrassment. Rachel stood up, her own desire reaching a crescendo. She took Lily's hand and guided her to stand before Mark, who was still panting from his climax. Rachel took a moment to appreciate the scene, her husband's cock still hard and glistening with cum, her daughter's young, naked body trembling with anticipation.

"Bend over for daddy, sweetie," Rachel instructed, her voice a soft command that sent a shiver down Lily's spine. Lily obeyed, her hands on the armrests of the chair, her round ass sticking out in the air. Rachel couldn't help but admire the view, her own pussy clenching with need. She knelt behind her daughter, her hand trailing down Lily's back, stopping at the base of her spine. Rachel's thumb hovered over Lily's tight, pink asshole, feeling the heat radiating from it.

Mark's cock, still slick with cum and saliva, bobbed before him, and Rachel watched with rapt attention as he took a deep breath and lined it up with Lily's entrance. He pushed forward with a gentle but firm pressure, and Lily gasped as she felt herself being filled. Rachel's hand moved to her own pussy, her thumb sliding into her wetness as she watched her husband's cock disappear into their daughter's tight hole.

Lily's body tensed as Mark's cock breached her virginity, but Rachel's reassuring whispers in her ear helped to ease the pain. "It's okay, baby," she murmured, her own breaths coming in short pants. "Just relax for daddy." Mark's hand found Rachel's, and they shared a look of pure, unbridled lust.

With each slow, deliberate thrust, Mark claimed more of Lily, her tightness gripping him like a vice. Rachel watched in awe as her daughter's body stretched to accommodate her husband's length, her own desire reaching new heights. Lily's eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream as she felt herself being filled. Rachel's thumb continued to work her clit, the dual sensations overwhelming.

He started thrusting fast, his movements growing more erratic with each passing moment. Rachel watched the slap of skin on skin, the sight of her daughter's ass cheeks jiggling with each impact. The sound of Mark's hips slapping against Lily's flesh filled the room, punctuated by their mingled gasps and moans. Rachel felt her own orgasm building, her hand moving faster between her legs.

Her thumb pushed deeper into Lily's pussy, her other hand squeezing her daughter's breast. Lily's eyes were squeezed shut, her face a picture of pained pleasure. Rachel knew that look well, had seen it in the mirror countless times before. She leaned in and whispered into Lily's ear, "It's okay, baby. Just let it happen."

Mark's thrusts grew faster, more urgent. Rachel could see the desperation in his eyes, the need to claim his daughter completely. She watched as Lily's body began to move with him, her hips rising to meet each thrust. Rachel's own hand was a blur between her legs, her thumb rubbing her clit in a frenzied rhythm that matched Mark's movements.

"Does it feel good, Daddy?" Rachel whispered, her voice a seductive purr. Mark's eyes snapped to hers, and she could see the battle within him. The love for his daughter warred with the primal desire that had taken over. "It's okay," Rachel reassured him, her voice a gentle caress. "We're all in this together"

With a low growl, Mark nodded, his hips never ceasing their punishing rhythm. "It feels...it feels incredible," he managed to grit out between clenched teeth. Rachel watched his face, his expression a mix of concentration and pleasure. "But she's so tight," he said, his voice strained. "So fucking tight."

"That's because she's your little girl," Rachel whispered back, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down Lily's spine. "Your perfect little cum slut." Rachel leaned in closer, her hand moving from Lily's clit to her own, her fingers slipping easily into her slick folds. "And she's all ours."

Mark's eyes went wide at Rachel's words, but the lust had taken over. He gripped Lily's hips, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, obscene sound that filled the room. Rachel watched, her hand working faster as she felt the beginnings of her own climax. "Keep fucking her bare back, baby," Rachel encouraged, her voice a soft moan of approval. "Break her in for us."

The thrusts grew more intense, Lily's cries muffled by the couch cushion. Rachel's eyes never left her husband's cock, the way it disappeared into their daughter's body, only to reappear, glistening with her juices. Rachel's own orgasm was building, her hand moving faster and faster between her legs. She watched with a mix of horror and fascination as Mark's cock began to swell even larger, the veins standing out like a road map to his desire.

"Yes, Daddy," Rachel whispered, her voice a symphony of lust and pride. "Fuck her harder, make her take it all." She watched as Mark's hand tightened on Lily's hip, his other hand reaching around to squeeze her breast. Rachel could see the muscles in Mark's arm tensing, the effort of holding back his climax written

in the lines of his body.

Lily's moans grew louder, the pain mixing with the growing pleasure as her body began to adjust to the intrusion. Rachel felt her own climax approaching, the sight of her daughter being taken by her husband pushing her closer to the edge. Her hand was a blur between her legs, her thumb circling her clit in a frenzied rhythm that mirrored Mark's thrusts.

Mark's hips slammed into Lily's, each impact sending a jolt through Rachel's own body. She watched as her husband's cock plunged into their daughter's tight pussy, the wet sounds of skin slapping skin echoing in the quiet room. Rachel's breathing grew ragged, her eyes glazed over with lust as she felt the tension in her own body coil tighter.

"Oh, God, yes!" Rachel gasped, her hand moving faster on her clit. Mark's face was a mask of concentration, his teeth gritted as he fought for control. Rachel knew that look, knew he was close. "Cum in her," she whispered, her voice a heated breath against Lily's ear. "Make her your cum slut."

With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, Mark released his load deep inside Lily's tight pussy. Rachel watched in awe as her husband's cock pulsed with the force of his climax, filling their daughter with his seed. Lily's body quivered, her legs shaking as she felt the hot spurts of cum fill her up. Rachel felt a jolt of her own orgasm crash over her, her body bucking as she came, her hand a blur between her legs.

For a moment, there was silence, the only sounds in the room their ragged breathing and the slowing of Mark's pulse. Rachel's hand stilled, her eyes locked on the sight of Mark's cock, still buried in Lily's pussy. "Good girl," Rachel murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. "You took it all for Daddy."