Teaching Daughter Self Esteem part 1 by dannyboy111

It's important for any parent to do whatever they can to boost their daughter's self-confidence and poise in order to ready them for the world outside -- even if that means fucking the shit out of them over and over, day after day, teaching them to take their Daddy's cock in every orifice. It's the least a father can do.

Katie had always been a shy girl. From the day she was born, she was the most reticent girl I ever met. Though she quickly learned to speak, as a toddler she refused to speak in front of strangers. She hated going to the grocery store for fear that the cashier might talk to her. The only friend she had in elementary, junior high and high school was Randi, a girl every bit as shy as herself. Elaine and I were grateful that the two girls had each other as company, but sometimes, when we talked privately about our daughter, we worried that the two girls' intense shyness reinforced each other in their reluctance to put themselves forward.

There was a while there, when Katie was in junior high, when we thought maybe things were turning around. We enrolled her in a dance class. There, freed from the pressure of having to make conversation with others, she seemed to come out of her shell. She started with beginning ballet lessons, then moved to regular dance classes -- waltzes, polkas, that sort of thing -- and later still tried her hand at modern dance. Her performance at dance recitals was the only time I could remember when she was willing to stand up in front of other people without hiding behind her ash-blonde hair, or squirming in the discomfort of being seen by others in public.

Unfortunately, it didn't last. Katie was slow to become interested in boys -- she was fifteen before she reached that stage that girls hit where she started papering her bedroom walls with clean-shaven, vaguely androgynous male teenage heartthrobs. And as for dating boys at her high school, forget it. Instead, she and her equally shy friend Randi skirted the edges of their high school hallways, avoiding parties, avoiding cliques of all sorts, and generally doing their best to never get noticed by anyone. Randi and she dressed in the frumpiest clothes imaginable, virtually guaranteeing that no boy would ever give either of them a second glance.

As a father, I found myself at a loss. Nothing Elaine or I ever did managed to get little Katie to come out of her shell. There were times when Elaine cried herself to sleep in my arms, worrying about our daughter's painful shyness. Elaine berated herself endlessly for whatever nameless thing she had done or had failed to do that had led to her daughter being such a shrinking violet. "She's pretty. She's smart. She's such a joy to be around," Elaine said to me on more than one occasion. "Why doesn't she see herself the way we see her?"

Around her seventeenth birthday, Katie's shyness extended to even include her dance lessons -- the one outlet that had seemed immune to her social fears. She continued with the dance lessons, but now she refused to take part in any dance classes that included boys, and she refused any role, no matter how small, in the class recitals. She even forbad her mother and me from attending her classes. The dance instructor told us that Katie was one of her best students -- but only when she was dancing in the relative safety of her class sessions.

Shortly after her eighteenth birthday, Katie got invited -- a miracle in itself! -- to a group outing to the beach. It was a weekend affair hosted by one of the parents at her school that would have included boys and girls. The parents of one of the girls had a timeshare condo on the coast, and agreed to have a bunch of kids come for a three day weekend that promised to be nothing but wholesome fun. The whole weekend would be chaperoned by the parents who owned the time share.

I knew better than to argue with Katie about it, but I couldn't resist pointing out a few things to her: there would be a group of boys and girls present, I said, so there wouldn't be any pressure on Katie to be the life of the party or anything like that. Couldn't she just try it out for once and see if maybe it wasn't quite as painful as she feared?

Elaine was more forceful. For once, she refused to take no for an answer, and insisted that THIS TIME, at least, Katie would socialize with her fellow students. "They're nice kids, I'm sure of it," Elaine said. "Trust me. You'll enjoy yourself."

Katie was on the verge of tears as her mother went into her room and started pulling out light summer dresses and jeans for Katie to wear on the trip. "Oh, please, Mom!" Katie cried, on the verge of tears. "Please! Don't make me! I just don't want to."

Tucked away in the back of the bottom drawer of her dresser, Elaine found a one-piece swimsuit that we'd bought for Katie on her birthday a couple of years earlier, a swimsuit that I had never once seen my daughter wear. "This is perfect," Elaine said. "You can wear this on the beach."

Now Katie was crying for real. "It doesn't even fit, Mom," she said. "Please don't make me wear it."

"Nonsense," said Elaine. "Try it on, and we'll see whether it looks good on you. If it doesn't fit, I'll buy you a new one for the trip."

Katie took the swimsuit reluctantly from her mother and went into the bathroom to change. A few minutes later, she came out, red faced both from crying and from embarrassment.

Looking at my daughter in the one piece suit, I saw immediately that she was right, and I also saw at least a part of why Katie's social embarrassment had so drastically increased over the last year or so.

Her tits were huge! Constrained by the tight one-piece, Katie's breasts were bulging out in all directions, stretching the fabric to the point that the material was noticeably more sheer where it stretched between two humongous breasts. At the top, her tits nearly overflowed the top, providing the most incredible cleavage that I had ever seen outside of a men's magazine.

Somewhere along the line, adolescence had hit my daughter with a vengeance. I immediately thought back over the last year and a half, remembering when Katie's frumpy clothes had become drastically even more frumpy and shapeless. At the time, I had thought that it was merely her natural shyness becoming more pronounced, but now I saw that it was an intense embarrassment over her budding womanhood, driving her to become even more self conscious, even more withdrawn.

Katie's huge tits were only a part of the package. She had always had a slight build -- perfect for a dancer -- and now her humongous tits seemed to overwhelm what was otherwise a tight little body with a small waist and flaring hips. The result was a mouth-watering hourglass figure so stunning that I couldn't take my eyes off her body. Looking at her tits spilling out of all sides of the tight swimsuit, I couldn't help but think how fantastic it would be to grope her huge, soft tits, to lift her little body up onto my lap facing me so that I could lick her big tits while fucking her.

Katie squirmed under my gaze, interpreting, I think, my open-mouthed stare as criticism. She started crying even more. "You see why I can't wear this?" she said, turning to her mother. "It makes me look like a freak. I hate my body! I'm a freak! If I go on this trip, everyone will stare at me!" Her delicious tits, nearly bursting out of a swimsuit that would have looked demure on anyone else, shook with her sobs so much that I couldn't take my eyes off them. With each gasp, Katie's tits jiggled wildly. When had my daughter become a sex bomb?

Elaine, sitting beside me on the couch, held out her arms and Katie threw herself onto the ground with her head in her mother's lap, sobbing. "You see why I won't let you go clothes shopping with me, why I won't even let you wash my laundry anymore. I didn't want you to see what my body has become. I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please don't make me go on this trip!"

Despite my concern for Katie's emotional welfare, I found myself wishing that it was my lap that she was burying her face into rather than her mother's. My cock was hardening more with every movement of her amazing body.

The revelation of Katie's budding teenage body and her incredible rack was obviously as much a surprise to her mother as it was to me. With Katie's face buried in her mother's lap, Elaine looked at me in shock and inquiry. She mouthed a message to me: "What do we do now?" But aloud, she said soothingly, "Katie, sweetheart, you're not a freak, you're a lovely girl. Isn't she, Daddy?"

"Of course you're not a freak, sweetie," I said. "You've got nothing to be ashamed of. You're very beautiful. Any young man would find you attractive. We'll get you a new swimsuit that fits better, and you'll have lovely time this weekend."

Katie lifted her head and looked at me. "No! I won't go! I can't go! I can't have people looking at me!"

Elaine and I talked some more, but there was no budging her, and given the revelation of Katie's incredible body and her even more incredible tits, I have to admit that the wind had been knocked out of me. Eventually, Elaine and I gave in and Elaine called the other parent to say that Katie wouldn't be coming after all. To be honest, given how few friends Katie had, I doubt that the other kid's family was very worked up about her failure to attend. It was a wonder that she'd been invited in the first place.

The next day I came home from work to find Elaine in the living room, surrounded by bags from clothing stores. "What's the deal?" I asked.

"Shopping therapy," Elaine answered. "What the hell -- we've tried everything else. Dance lessons, counseling, self-help books. Nothing has worked. I figure if part of Katie's problem is a poor self-image, then maybe a makeover would help."

I reached into a bag and pulled out a short skirt and a skimpy tube top. "You think you can get her to wear this?"

"Maybe not in public. But around the house. You and I will work on it together. She'll wear some nice clothes in the privacy of our house, and in exchange we'll stop bugging her about joining any clubs at school. My job will be to supply attractive, sexy clothing."

"And my job?"

"To compliment her. To make her feel pretty. Sometimes a girl needs her father to tell her that men will find her attractive. I want you to shower her with flattery about her appearance. Give her hugs and kisses to encourage her."

We told Katie about the clothing arrangement over dinner. She was reluctant, but she agreed to meet us halfway, so long as she wouldn't be required to forego the "Annie Hall run amok" clothing that she normally wore in public.

After the dishes were cleared, Katie went into her room to change, and a few minutes later I saw her dressed, for the first time in a couple of years, in nice clothing. It was her dance leotard coupled with a wraparound skirt.

It was an ordinary outfit, but on her it looked extraordinary. Her tits were incredible -- stupendous on her slight frame -- and I wondered again how she had managed to hide her growing bust from us for the last year or two.

When Katie entered the room, Elaine applauded as though a queen had graced us with her presence. Katie blushed and started to turn away, as if she were going to leave the room.

Elaine looked over at me and gave me a stern look that told me I had to do something.

"Come here, Katie," I said. I held out my arms and she came to me, burying her face in my chest just below my shoulder. I could feel those fantastic soft tits mashed into my chest. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about," I continued. "You're a beautiful young woman. That top looks very pretty on you." In fact, it looked fucking stunning. It took all my self control to keep from bringing up my hand to cup one of her huge tits while I comforted her. I kissed her on the top of the head as chastely as I could manage, when what I really wanted was to tilt her head up toward me and thrust my tongue in her mouth.

Standing several feet away, my wife Elaine smiled at me in approval.

Later that night, Elaine and I talked some more while we lay in bed. Elaine often liked to stroke my cock when she was tense -- she said feeling my hardon soothed her. When she was really upset, she liked to curl up with her head in my crotch and suck my cock like a pacifier.

Elaine nestled up next to me and reached under the covers for her cock-pacifier. "I feel like we made progress tonight, don't you?" she said as she stroked me up and down. "I mean, sure, she was upset at first. But after you held her and stroked her head, she calmed down. And she wore the outfit the rest of the night."

I murmured my agreement. Elaine licked the entire length of my shaft and wrapped her hand around it.

Elaine sped up her handjob as she continued. "Can you believe that she still thinks of herself as an ugly duckling? It's true, she went through an awkward phase in puberty, but that was years ago! And now -- my god, did you see how large her breasts have gotten?"

My cock gave a lurch and bumped into Elaine's nose as I remembered how soft they felt pressed against my chest when she hugged me. Elaine giggled. "Yeah, I guess you did see. I've always had large breasts myself, but I don't think my 36DD's come close to what she's got. I'm thinking an E cup at least."

"She's turned into a very pretty girl," I said, trying to keep my voice as neutral as I could while I envisioned my daughter's gigantic tits and her lovely eyes looking at me. Meanwhile, my wife's own sizeable tits pressed against my thigh as she suckled my hard cock. I grabbed her hair and pulled her face down on my dick faster and deeper.

After a minute or so my wife lifted her mouth off my dick with a loud pop and continued: "It's up to us to teach her how pretty she is." She sucked some more, then after a moment, she pulled her head off my cock again and added, "And by us, I mainly mean YOU. It would mean more coming from a man." She slipped my cock back into her mouth and licked the head lovingly. Then she took it out again and stroked me up and down. I looked down at my crotch and saw her smiling at me as she held my cock upright along the side of her face. "I want you to shower her with compliments and affection," she said, and kissed the shaft daintily. "Show her how much you love her." Another kiss, this time on the head of my cock. "Do everything you can to teach her to be a woman." With a happy slurp, she put my dick back in her mouth and began sucking in earnest.

This was one of those occasions when discretion seemed the better part of valor. I kept my mouth shut.

"Thank you, honey. I love you so much," she said.

I cradled her head in my hands to guide her slurping mouth while I thought about our daughter. With every gurgle of my wife's throat as she gagged lovingly on my cock, I imagined that it was my daughter's mouth sucking me. I closed my eyes for several minutes, lost in the sensation of being blown, and the fantasy that it was my innocent blonde daughter doing the blowing.

A few minutes later, Elaine took her mouth off my cock. As if there had been no gap of time she resumed talking about Katie.

"A lot of affection is tactile, you know," she said, sitting up briefly. She jacked my cock for a moment. "Katie not only needs verbal encouragement from you. I'm also worried that she's become physically distant from us at the same time that she's become emotionally distant." She knelt on the bed and rested her arms and head on the pillow, thrusting her ass in the air. "Put your cock in me, sweetheart," she said, not missing a beat.

She reached behind herself and guided my cock into her pussy. I grabbed her hips and started pushing into her. "What do you want me to do?" I asked. I could hardly believe where this was going.

"Touch her. Hug her," she said.

I began pounding harder.

"Make her feel -- Uhh! -- exactly -- Uhh! -- how much -- Uhh! -- you love her! Oh yes! Like that! Give it to me! Show her your love! Push it deeper! Deep love! Oh God! Fucking deep love for your daughter! Show your big titted daughter how deep your love is! Fucking deep love! Fuck me deeper!"

By this time I was going crazy with lust. I pounded my cock into my wife harder and faster with each thrust. Looking at her heart-shaped ass in front of me, I could hardly recognize or care whether I was fucking my busty wife or my even bustier daughter. I reached forward and grabbed her big soft tits with both hands, pulling her up towards me. "Yes!" I screamed. "I'll show her my love! I'll show her all my fucking love!"

Elaine started giggling in orgasmic release. Her shaking in orgasm felt fantastic on my cock. "Yes, Daddy! Love me! Show me how fucking much you fucking love me! Fuck me Daddy!"

I came so hard I nearly blacked out. While my cock spurted jism, my mind was full of my fantasies of blonde daughter writhing beneath me, her huge tits bouncing with each thrust of my cock into her tight pussy.

During the next week our experiment went pretty well. When Katie came home from school each day, she dutifully shed her multiple shapeless layers of coat, sweater, scarf, vest and god knows whatever else she was wearing and put on the more form-fitting t-shirts, jeans and skirts that her mother had bought her. Each day I complimented her, hugged her and kissed her on the cheek or forehead to let her know how much I approved of the effort she was making.

While Elaine and I struggled to improve Katie's self esteem, I noticed an unexpected change in our daughter's behavior. Out of the blue, she started talking and acting like a girl several years younger than she really was. She started calling me Daddy ("Dad" had been her default name for me since before she turned ten). Her choices of TV shows suddenly reverted to old sitcoms, "family" rated movies and the like that she'd outgrown several years earlier. She even started listening to the sort of boy bands that usually attract younger girls.

As it happened, I'd seen that sort of thing before. Several years earlier, her friend Randi's parents divorced, and during the breakup Randi started acting like a little kid whenever she was visiting the house.

One of my neighbors down the block, a therapist, explained it to me: "It's called regression," she said. "When kids go through tough times, they often seem to move backwards instead of forward for awhile -- what they're doing is they fall back on behaviors that worked for them in the past, and that their parents helped them overcome. In toddlers, you might see them forget their potty training and start using baby vocabulary. Older kids might wet the bed when they're stressed. Even adults -- say when you're starting a new job and haven't got your feet on the ground yet -- might act like a complete newbie for the first few weeks. It's just a phase. Ninety-nine per cent of kids outgrow it after a few weeks or months."

So I ignored the strange shift to calling me "Daddy". I even encouraged it a little to reassure Katie that I was there for her. I joined her on the couch a few times, letting her cuddle next to me under my outstretched arm, while she had us watch a couple of old Disney movies that she had watched when she was a little kid.

The clothing changes turned into mini fashion shows. Whenever I came home from work, Katie was already home and had changed into her outfit of the day. She twirled in front of me, letting her skirt flare up to show her toned dancer's legs. She lifted her arms to display her whole body to me. "Do you like it, Daddy? Do I look pretty?" she asked. Then she came and hugged me, pressing her lithe little body into mine. Elaine, standing several feet away, smiled at how well her plan was working. "Tell me I'm beautiful, Daddy," my daughter whispered while I held her voluptuous body tightly. 

 Despite the progress we were making, it was still an uphill battle to get Katie beyond her feelings of inferiority. Several days into our experiment, I came home from work to find Katie sitting on the couch. She was covered, burqa-like, by one of her ugly brown coats, though I could tell by the calves that showed at the bottom that underneath, she was wearing nicer clothing. "I thought we agreed that you were going to wear prettier clothing around the house," I said.

"Oh Daddy, I can't!" Katie cried. She stood and opened up the coat to show me a tube top that displayed her impressive cleavage in a way I hadn't seen before. It was like her huge tits were on a platter for me to nibble on and suck and . . . .

I shook my head to get rid of the images that came into my mind. "You look gorgeous, Katie," I said.

"I look like a freak. A freak!" She cupped her enormous breasts in both hands and began sobbing. "Look at them!"

Elaine appeared in the doorway behind Katie's back, a worried, pleading look on her face.

"You're beautiful, Katie," I said lamely.

"Beautiful?! I've got these huge, ugly things that make me look . . . oh, God! I can't stand it!"

"They're not 'huge, ugly things'. They're your breasts," I said. "Your beautiful, large breasts that any man would love to look at and even touch. There are a lot of men who love women with large breasts."

"What about you, Daddy?"

I smiled for the first time. "Ask your mother if I like big tits." I motioned with my eyes behind Katie, and she turned to see her mother behind her, following our conversation.

"Your father is a Tit Man from 'way back," Elaine said, laughing lightly. "He's always loved my tits, and yours are even bigger than mine."

"You never said anything, Daddy."

"I didn't want to embarrass you."

"So you don't mind my big breasts?"

"Sweetheart, I love your big breasts. I love your huge tits. I love your fantastic, soft, jiggling breasts. I especially love this outfit because it shows them off to me so well."

"Oh, thank you Daddy! I love you, Daddy!" Katie ran into my arms and molded her body into mine.

Elaine stood in the doorway, smiling and nodding in approval as I whispered to our daughter, so low that only she could hear me, "I love you, sweetheart. I love your huge tits. I love it when you show them off to me. I want you to show them to me every day from now on. Will you show me your tits every day? I love my big-titted Katie." I looked up at my wife and smiled, then hugged Katie even tighter.

That night Elaine was ecstatic. "I really think we turned a corner with her today," she said as she stroked my cock up and down.

"You don't think I went too far?" I asked.

"I can see why you're worried," she replied. "But it's only words. All you're doing is telling Katie that you love her for who she is. That you love the way she looks."

"By talking about her tits."

"Katie has self esteem issues. Body image issues."

"With a body like hers?" I thought again of Katie's incredible huge knockers on her short, slim dancer's body. I guided Elaine's head toward my cock as I envisioned my daughter as she looked that evening, her big tits spilling out of a tight, almost corset-like top.

My wife swirled her tongue all the way around the head of my dick several times. In between licks, she continued, "Our daughter needs the reassurance of a father who loves her. Isn't it a little indirect, even hypocritical, to praise the dress that she's wearing when what you really mean to say, and need to say, is that you approve of the body itself?"

Elaine sat up, positioned herself over my crotch and guided my dick into her pussy. She started to go up and down on my cock, her 36DD tits bouncing hypnotically as she said, "Our daughter is self conscious about her big tits. So I want you to take every opportunity to tell her how much you love her and her big tits. Her big, juicy tits." She grabbed both my hands and guided them to her chest so that I could play with her boobs while she bounced up and down, up and down. "Tell her you love her big, bouncy, kissable titties. Practice saying it, honey."

"Katie I love your tits," I said, groping my wife's tits as I spoke.

"Again. With more feeling."

"Katie, your tits are incredible. Daddy loves your gorgeous oversized tits."

Elaine started humping me faster. More wildly. She closed her eyes and began corkscrewing her hips as she rose and fell on my cock. "More," she demanded.

"Daddy wants to fuck his little girl's beautiful, big tits. Daddy wants to slide his big cock in between your beautiful, huge teenage tits. Daddy wants to come all over your big, milky white tits."

"That's it, Daddy! Teach her to love her body! Teach her to use it for her Daddy!" At this point both my hands were gripping my wife's ass and lifting her up and down rapidly on my cock, controlling her luscious body as she writhed in orgasm. "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your girl!"

I started to cum. My back arched upward and I instinctively thrust my cock upward into my wife's twat as far as it would go.

Elaine felt it. "Yeah, Daddy!" she screamed. "Cum in your baby girl! Fill me up with Daddy juice! Knock me up and make my tits grow even bigger!" She bent forward and pushed her big DD tits into my mouth. 

 The next day I dismissed in my own mind a lot of the more extreme stuff that Elaine had said the night before when she was in the midst of having sex. In the past, she and I had roleplayed at times, play-acting that I was a businessman and she was my secretary, or that I was a priest and she was a penitent slutty parishioner, or that I was an astronaut and she was . . . well, actually, that last one turned out to be pretty stupid, and not nearly as erotic as we had meant it to be at first. In any event, I chalked part of what she'd said as her simply going overboard with the fantasy while we were fucking.

On the other hand, I did take it to heart when she said that one of the central issues for Katie was her poor body image and that, ridiculous as it might sound to a horny male, she was intensely ashamed of her breathtaking tits, which were big in the first place but which looked positively humongous on her tight little body. So from then on, I promised myself, I would make sure to compliment Katie's tits at every opportunity.

I had to work overtime for several hours the next day. When I came home from work late that night Katie had already changed into her night clothes. She greeted me warmly at the door dressed in a demure but still somewhat sexy green cotton nightshirt that she'd had for years.

Originally it had been pretty big on her, but her growth – both in height and bust – plus hundreds of trips through the washing machine had taken a toll. The fabric was sheer in places, especially in her upper chest where the cloth was strained over her big tits. Because her boobs distorted the fabric, the bottom hem came down lower in back than in front. That meant that it managed to barely cover her ass, but the front was so high that it almost exposed her pussy. Being dressed for bed, she wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see the tips of her nipples through the thin nightie. As she ran toward me I watched wonderingly as her braless big tits bounced happily.

"Daddy!"

"Hello, sweetie. You look fantastic tonight."

"Really?" She moved back half a step and clasped her hands in mine. The result was that her arms stretched downward, pushing her huge tits together under the flimsy, almost see-through nightgown.

"Yes, really." I answered. "Really beautiful. Really gorgeous. Really Daddy's girl."

"Thanks, Daddy. Wanna watch TV with me for a bit?"

Katie put on a romantic comedy and we settled together on the couch while her mother busied herself in the kitchen fixing a late dinner of leftovers for me. At first, Katie scrunched herself up next to me, her breasts pressing against my chest while my arm, draped over her shoulder and the sofa back, pulled her close to me. But then after a few minutes, Katie relaxed further by laying down on the couch with her head in my lap facing away from the TV, resting on my crotch, with her mouth near my hardening cock. "You don't mind, do you, Daddy?" she asked.

I put my hand on Katie's hip and started stroking her. She relaxed utterly, and soon I could feel her breath become more even and slow. She was asleep, her head positioned so perfectly on my lap that I'd swear that, even through the thin fabric of my pants, I could feel her slow, sweet breath on my cock. Slowly my cock inflated so that, after a few minutes, my cock head was right next to her lips.

Elaine chose that moment to enter the room from the kitchen. "Oh my!" she said. "Don't you two look perfect!"

"It's not what it looks like," I said in a soft voice. "She's asleep."

Elaine lowered her voice to just above a whisper and replied, "Well, asleep or not, the two of you look sexy as hell. She's in just the right position for you, isn't she?"

My face reddened. "As I said, it's not what it looks like. It's perfectly innocent, really."

"Of course it is. So is this." She crept up to Katie's sleeping form and gently pressed a fingertip against one of Katie's nostrils, blocking her breathing. Still asleep, Katie opened her mouth to breathe easier. Now her open mouth was almost perfectly positioned around the firm head of my cock.

Elaine looked at the bulge in my crotch and smiled. "I don't know about Katie, but it looks to me like someone's self esteem just got a whole lot bigger."

My wife sat on the couch beside me on the opposite side from where our daughter was sprawled out. With one hand, she began stroking our daughter's face, gently guiding it ever closer to the tip of my engorged cock until finally I could feel my daughter's lips and the tips of her teeth gently caressing my cock through my pants. Elaine's other hand reached toward my cock and balls and started stroking me all over.

"God I love your cock," she said gently, still careful not to disturb our dozing daughter. "So would any woman. So would Katie if she had the chance. Too bad she's not awake to enjoy this."

"Elaine, I . . ."

"Shhh. You know what a heavy sleeper our daughter is. Just relax." She took my hand and placed it on one of my daughter's huge tits. "Relax and enjoy, Daddy." Her hand went back to my crotch and began massaging my balls while my cock pulsed on the edge of my daughter's mouth. Elaine then kissed me for several minutes, thrusting her tongue in and out while our daughter, inches away, slept with her lips on my cock head.

I was so busy kissing my wife for those few minutes that I hardly knew where I was or what I was doing. I tried not to think about Katie while we kissed, but the more I struggled with keeping incestuous thoughts out of my head the more insistent they became. After what seemed like an hour but was probably only a few minutes of Elaine kissing me and rubbing my shaft, she brought her face away from my lips. I looked down to see Elaine's hand on the back of Katie's head, pushing our shy, innocent daughter's open mouth onto my cock head. Despite the barrier of the pants fabric, my cock was all the way in my sleeping daughter's mouth. Thanks to the motion of Elaine's hand on the back of her head, my cock was pumping rhythmically in and out of my sweet daughter's mouth.

I looked up at Elaine to see her leering at me, an expression on her face that seemed an odd mixture of horniness and aggression. "It's okay, Daddy," she said soothingly. "Our baby girl needs help with her self esteem issues."

"By. . .?"

"By experiencing how much her Daddy loves her. By feeling her Daddy's love directly!" She pushed Katie's face directly into my cock, and I wondered how it was possible that she had not yet woken up. "Give her your love, Daddy! Let her taste your warm, wet love!"

She thrust her tongue into my mouth again and I couldn't help myself any more. I reached my hand down and, my fingers intertwining with my wife's on the back of our daughter's blonde head, I pulled her face onto my hard cock and started thrusting involuntarily. My hand wandered lower and began caressing, then pinching the nipples of one of my daughter's huge breasts.

Katie moaned in her sleep and her pelvis started writhing. The hem of her nightie rose up and I was treated to the sight of her panty-clad crotch. I pinched my daughter's breast some more and the writhing became more intense. Katie's moaning with her mouth stuffed with cock caused a hum to travel up my shaft and straight to the nape of my neck.

Elaine stopped kissing me for a moment and whispered, "Fuck her mouth, Daddy. Fill her up with self esteem." She timed her hand motions guiding my daughter's mouth so that they coincided with and emphasized her words.

"Fuck."

Thrust.

"Her."

Thrust.

"Mouth."

Thrust.

Finally I came. A hot jet of cum erupted from my cock, making a dark wet stain that spread on my pants fabric from the tip of my cock buried in Katie's mouth to a space all around her sweet lips. Still asleep, Katie unconsciously responded by licking my cock through the fabric, soaking up the taste of my ejaculate.

Elaine bent down and whispered into our sleeping daughter's ear: "Lick it up, sweetheart. Doesn't the taste make you feel good about yourself?" Using both hands she repositioned her daughter's head so that my cock, despite the trousers cloth, filled Katie's mouth even more. Then Elaine stood and surveyed her handiwork. "What a perfect father-daughter scene," she whispered. Then she walked into the kitchen do some cleaning.

Despite my feelings of guilt, despite my misgivings, despite my fear that Katie might wake up and wonder what the hell was going on, I sat there on the couch for a long time afterwards, cradling my gorgeous busty daughter's head in my hands as she licked and slurped my cum-soaked cockhead in her sleep. Part of me was desperately ashamed. Another part of me desperately wanted to complete the scene by pulling my cock out of my pants and stuffing it into my daughter's wet, welcoming mouth.

I would like to say that the dim glimmer of parental decency that remained in me prevented me from removing that thin layer of clothing that separated my dick from my daughter's mouth, but the fact is that it was logistically impossible. What was I going to do, make my pants magically disappear? Or perhaps I could push her out of the way – dump her sleeping body on the floor – while I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my trousers, lifted my ass off the seat and pulled off my pants? Or maybe I could undo my zipper, fish around in my pants to pull a nine inch rod out of a four inch zipper opening, all without awakening my daughter? No, as prosaic and unsexy as it sounds, the tiny shred of propriety that remained was there only because I knew I couldn't get my dick out of my pants without waking my daughter up.

Still, that didn't prevent me from making the most of my situation. With Katie's face buried in my crotch, I leaned my head all the way to the back of the couch, relaxing as I guided her mouth in and out on my cock. With one hand I reached down and pulled up her green nightie almost up to her collar, revealing for the first time her spectacular tits and the hard tips of her nipples. I pinched her sensitive nipples, causing her to shudder and moan in a way that I could feel in the tip of my cock lodged in her mouth.

The whole time I whispered to her about how much I loved her and how beautiful she was. Finally, after what seemed like an hour of her sucking Daddy cock, I began pulling her head faster in and out on my cock and I came in her sweet mouth for a second time. This time she suckled and slurped and whimpered in her sleep, licking up my hot cum as if she was born to suck Daddy. I pulled her mouth deeper onto my cock as I whispered to her sleeping form, "Good girl. Such a beautiful Daddy's girl. Give Daddy a deep" – I thrust my cock farther into her mouth – "deep kiss."

Then I picked her up to take her to bed. With one arm cradling her bottom, I couldn't resist kissing her neck and caressing and playing with her ass as I walked across the living room. Just as I reached the doorway, Elaine appeared, in the midst of drying off a pot before putting it away. Seeing where my hand was, she smirked, provoking me to blush with embarrassment. Then she wordlessly pointed at the hall mirror.

When I looked at my reflection I blushed even more. Katie, sleeping in my arms, had her little nightie bunched up at her waist, baring her panty-clad tight ass and her perfectly proportioned dancer's legs. And below that, I could see my disheveled pants with a huge cum stain marking the tip of a gigantic bulge, the spot where my cum and Katie's saliva had moistened my crotch for the last hour or more. I looked back at Elaine and shrugged. Then I took my lovely sleeping daughter to bed and tucked her in.

Finally I went to my own bed and fucked the living shit out of my wife. 

 As soon as I left Katie's room I started unbuckling my belt and undoing my pants, so that by the time I entered our bedroom my hard cock was exposed and pointing straight out. Elaine was in bed sitting up with a book, but she immediately put it away as her eyes focused on my dick pointing at her.

"Hey, Daddy. Had a good time with your daughter?" she asked.

"You're out of your fucking mind," I said.

"I sure am," she said. "Wanna stuff your cock in my face? Maybe it'll get all that craziness out of my system."

I was of two minds. Well, call it two half minds. As the saying goes, I had half a mind to start yelling at her and querying her why she wanted to something so wrong, so dangerous with our daughter. Didn't she know that we could screw up the girl's mind for life? Didn't she even feel any jealousy while our daughter's mouth slobbered all over my cock?

Well, like I said, I had half a mind to say all those things. And during the next half hour or so, I stammered out sentence fragments here and there along those lines. But my other half a mind was horny as hell and in desperate need of sexual relief despite having already cum. While my first half mind started composing sentences of reproach and misgivings, the other half a mind – the part lodged in my dick – crawled up on the bed and then knelt in front of my sitting wife, propping my hands against the headboard so that I could pump my hard dick straight into my wife's mouth.

She grabbed my ass with both hands while I did pushups against the wall, thrusting my cock into her mouth and down her throat. "You fucking – Uh! – crazy bitch! Uh! Uh! You've got me so – Oh! – so – Oh! – fucking horny!"

Elaine took my cock out of her mouth with a loud slurp for just a moment, said, "Shut up and fuck my face, Daddy!" then grabbed my ass cheeks again and guided my cock back into her mouth.

But I couldn't leave it alone. "What were you – Oh, God! – thinking? Oh God, don't stop sucking me! But what were you thinking?"

She took my dick out of her mouth and pushed me over onto my back, then sat up and moved to straddle me. "Isn't it obvious? I was thinking about your big dick, about your big Daddy dick!" She put my cock into her vagina and started bouncing wildly up and down. "Our daughter needs to feel good about herself. She needs to feel really, really good. Come on Daddy, fuck me and make me feel really, really good!"

Elaine was getting so lost in sensation that she seemed to be going beyond roleplay, to a point where in the throes of lust she couldn't tell where her roleplay fantasy ended and her role as a mother began.

"Fuck me Daddy!" she screamed, so loud that I was afraid the neighbors would hear us, let alone our daughter in the next room. "Fill me up with your creamy self esteem! Give me your cum!" Elaine raised her hands up to her head and grabbed her own hair as if she were about to start pulling it out. Her pelvis started corkscrewing crazily with no rhythm or pattern. Her big tits danced before my eyes. I began to cum, gasping and grunting while my pelvis and cock spasmed uncontrollably, shooting my sperm deep inside her.

"Oh fuck, Daddy! I can feel it!" she screamed. "I can feel your cum inside me! Give it to me! Fuck your girl!"

The next day I came home from work to find that Elaine had gone on another shopping trip. Empty shopping bags were strewn around the living room floor with names like Victoria's Secret, Frederick's and other speciality places that I'd never heard of.

Attracted by the sound of the front door opening, Elaine appeared in the entrance to the hallway. She was holding the hand of an obviously reluctant Katie, who stood shyly behind her mother.

"More shopping therapy?" I asked.

"This was necessary, believe me," said Elaine. "I looked through Katie's clothes drawer this morning after she left for school. . ."

"Mo-om!" cried Katie, drawling the name out into two syllables. "You're invading my privacy!"

"If you ask me," replied her mother, "you've had altogether too much privacy for the last couple of years. You've retreated from almost everything except maybe your friend Randi. You're even retreating from us, your parents!"

Katie looked at the floor and didn't say anything.

"Anyway, as I was saying," continued Elaine, "I went through her drawers and looked at her clothing." She looked at her daughter and held up her finger in a shushing motion. "It's not a privacy issue, sweetie. I'm just worried that you wear clothes that fit – including, shall we say, your 'ladies' foundation garments'."

"Huh?" I said.

"Her bras, stupid," Elaine explained. "I'm worried that her bras don't fit."

"Oh," I said.

"So I've taken some steps to take care of it. I knew Katie wouldn't allow me to help her in the department store fitting room, so I shopped for a number of brand names and styles to find a few items that are just right for her."

"Please, Mommy." With her use of the name "Mommy", Katie seemed to be regressing again, retreating into a little girl mode with a little girl lilt in her voice. "I told you before. I can do it myself."

"And yet you're not doing very well by yourself, sweetie. Your Daddy and I are only trying to help you. Now go back to your room and put on the first one that I set out for you."

Katie sheepishly turned back down the hallway to change clothes.

I felt like a fifth wheel. As much as I and any other red-blooded male might love tits, that doesn't make any of us experts on brassieres. I started to walk into the kitchen.

"And where are you going?" Elaine asked. "I need your help here."

"Doing what?" I asked, genuinely mystified.

"Giving feedback. Helping me put her at ease through what's obviously an embarrassing process for her. It shouldn't be a big deal. But it is, and she needs encouragement to improve her clothing – and her self image. She needs a male voice urging her on. Now sit down and make yourself useful."

Elaine said all this without a hint of irony. There was no arch tone in her voice, no leering or winking. It was as if our roleplay – or whatever it was – from last night had never happened. As if her escapade before that of forcing our daughter's mouth onto my cock had also never occurred. To hear her now, I would have guessed that all that she intended now was a simple fitting exercise with Katie's intimate apparel. Yet despite her mundane tone and body language, I had a huge feeling that more was going to come, and to be honest I wasn't sure which emotion in me was stronger – my lust for my gorgeous daughter, or my fear regarding the outrageous impropriety of what I dreaded (or was the proper word 'hoped'?) would happen.

A minute later Katie came out. Her lower half was dressed in tight short shorts, barely bigger than panties, that stopped far up on her thighs only a couple of inches from her crotch. From the waist up, she wore only an underwire bra that was clearly meant not as sexy attire but for everyday use. She came into the living room and stood before me as I sat on the couch. Her face was lowered in embarrassment and her eyes were on the ground.

"Let's take a look at this," Elaine said in a businesslike tone. She stood in front of Katie for a moment, fingering the shoulder straps and pulling them away from her chest to see how loose or tight they were. Then she stepped behind our daughter and began adjusting the strap lengths. "How's this?" She asked. "Still too loose?"

Katie muttered a reply so quietly that I didn't catch what she said.

Elaine responded by fiddling some more, then moving over to the strap on the other side. "How about now?" she asked.

Katie mumbled something that sounded vaguely affirmative.

"Step toward Daddy so that he can take a look," said Elaine. "What do you think?" She asked. "Are the straps on both sides even?"

I nodded affirmatively.

"How about the support?" Elaine asked. After asking the question, she reached around her daughter's torso from behind and cupped Katie's big tits, hefting them up for my inspection.

I looked behind Katie into her mother's eyes and for the first time I saw the hint of a mischievous gleam. "Well?" she asked. She massaged the underside of her daughter's tits while she bounced them up and down for me. Katie, whose eyes had been glued to the ground before, now raised her head quickly and caught my eye with a panicked look.

"It looks very nice," I said soothingly as my wife cupped and caressed my daughter's tits in a show for my benefit. Katie shivered slightly – in fear? In embarrassment? In suppressed erotic excitement? It was impossible to say.

"There's a lot that people don't know about bra fitting," Elaine continued. "A lot of variables. It's important, for example, to see how the bra fits in different circumstances." Still standing behind Katie, she gently took our daughter by the elbows and turned her so that mother and daughter stood in profile before me. "Bend over, sweetie," she said.

"Excuse me?" asked Katie.

"You heard me. I need to see how the cup fits in different positions, including one where the breast fully fills the cup. Now bend over."

Katie dutifully bent forward at the waist, her legs still straight. As a dancer, she had long ago perfected the stance of bending all the way over, her feet slightly apart with her knees locked. She stretched her arms forward and braced her hands against a table to maintain her balance. In profile I could see her fuckable round ass thrust in the air and her flat, tight tummy, highlighting the large breasts that hung down like succulent, delicious fruit. Her pale blonde hair fell forward, shielding her face from me, so I could only imagine the mortified expression that must have overtaken her as her mother then scrunched forward slightly and brought her pelvis flush against the kissable upthrust globes of our daughter's ass, so perfectly defined by the skin-tight mini shorts. Then Elaine's hands reached around and gently cupped Katie's big tits. Katie's tits were so huge that her mother's small hands didn't come close to encompassing the massive globes.

With Katie bent over and unable to see her mother's expression, Elaine turned her face to me with bright eyes and an open-mouthed, triumphant grin that was so predatory it looked almost evil. Her mouth still open, she stuck her tongue out and waggled it and nodded her head in gleeful lust. She began pumping her pelvis into her daughter. "Look at this, Daddy!" she said. "Doesn't our sweetie look perfect?"

Utterly shocked, my mouth fell open and I stared wide-eyed at the obscene show my wife was putting on. Finally, I croaked out the most neutral thing I could think of: "How's the . . . uh . . . the fit?"

Elaine squeezed Katie's gigantic tits and pumped more vigorously with her pelvis. "It feels great to me!" she said, leering at me. "Just great!" She pumped harder into Katie's ass. "Doesn't it look great, Daddy?" The sight of my big titted wife thrusting herself onto the bouncy round ass of my even more voluptuous daughter was incredibly erotic.

Katie took it passively, but I thought I heard a slight moan from her. Then I heard a soft, barely audible whimper: "Oh! Mommy! Please don't!"

But Elaine wouldn't stop. She pumped faster and harder, arching her back, causing her head to rear back and her tits to thrust forward. Her long brown hair and her large breasts swung in and out, back and forth, mesmerizingly. "It feels fantastic!" she cried, groping and mashing our daughter's tits. I was wide-eyed in shock. The only thing missing from the scene taking place in front of me, I thought to myself, was a strap-on dildo.

"Oh please, Mommy! Don't, Mommy!" Katie whimpered in weakening, helpless tones. She began to shiver all over in what seemed at first to be acute embarrassment. But then added to the overall shivering I saw her experience jolts of sensation that ran up from her toes to the nape of her neck, causing her knees to shake and her head to snap up and down uncontrollably. Her ass shook with the repeated bumps and thrusts of my wife pantomiming fucking her. "P-P-Please s-s-stop! Oh Mommy! M-M-Mommy! Oh please!"

It was hard to believe that any pretense remained that this was merely a bra fitting. Elaine continued, "Oh, Daddy, this is super! You should feel how perfect this is!!" She was in total control of our daughter's body, rubbing her hands all over Katie's tits and humping Katie's soft round ass over and over. The whole time, my wife's eyes remained locked on mine. Her lascivious predatory grin was meant for me. "This is so perfect! It feels so fucking fucking perfect!!" She half-closed her eyes and licked her lips in bliss while she humped her daughter.

Still keeping her hands on Katie's tits, Elaine pulled Katie up and turned her toward me again. My stacked teenage daughter acquiesced like a doll under her mother's manipulations. "Daddy needs to feel the fabric," said Elaine. Then, maintaining the fig leaf excuse that this was still just a clothes fitting session, she added, "I tried to choose something that wouldn't chafe."

I reached forward. My fingers trembled with a mixture of anticipation, misgivings and outright fear as I gently brushed my fingertips against the underside of one of my daughter's big boobs. "Very nice," I said. "Very soft."

Katie's eyes went wide. She bit her lip and spasmed in what was clearly an orgasm the moment my fingertip touched her tit through her new bra. "Aagh! No Mommy please!"

"I think we'll keep this one," said Elaine. "What do you think?"

"Sure," I said.

"Can I change now, Mommy?" asked Katie.

"Of course, sweetheart," said Elaine soothingly. "Go put on the next one."

As soon as Katie turned toward her bedroom to change clothes, Elaine sat next to me on the couch. Her hand went straight to my crotch. "Isn't this great?" she said. "I think we're doing wonders for our daughter's self-esteem!" She stroked my hard-on and smiled. "This will really help Katie. Besides, don't you just love fashion shows?" Both hands stroked up and down my cock as she continued, "I've been preparing for this and looking forward to it all day."

A moment later, Katie came out wearing another bra, a black one this time. Much racier. The underwire support pushed her tits up as if they were on a platter, and the demi-cups ended just above the nipples.

"Come closer sweetie," Elaine said. "Kneel on the ground in front of your Daddy so that he can get a good look." Katie obeyed her mother and knelt before me between my legs. Elaine stood and walked around her to adjust the straps.

"It's so tough finding clothes that fit you, sweetie," she said, seemingly absent-mindedly as she fiddled with the straps. "This bra is a 32F. Do you know how hard that is to find in the stores?" She knelt behind Katie, reached around and hefted my daughter's mouthwatering tits for me. "What do you think, Daddy? Is 32F a nice size on your baby girl?"

Katie was silent, but looked at me with wide eyes. She seemed frozen in indecision and self consciousness.

"It's very nice," I said. "32F is a fantastic size, Katie. Let me feel the fabric."

"Of course, Daddy," said Elaine. "You need to feel it yourself to see that the fit is right, and the fabric is nice and snug."

"32F!" I said, wonderingly. I reached out with both hands and started brazenly fondling my daughter's gigantic tits. "This is fantastic, Katie."

Katie looked up at me with a pleading expression. Her mother's hands manipulated the bra just slightly so that one of Katie's nipples showed. By this time any trace of neutrality had disappeared from Elaine's face, replaced by a leering lust that, thankfully, was hidden from Katie's view.

"Daddy, I'm so ashamed of my tits," said Katie. "I know you said a lot of men like large breasts, but I look at movie stars like Jennifer Anniston and none of them have tits as big as mine. None of them! I'm so ugly!"

"You're right about that, sweetie." I continued playing with her soft, supple tits as I spoke. "None of those women on TV or in the movies have tits like yours. None of them have delicious soft, huge 32F tits like yours. 32F!" I said again, as if trying to convince myself of the amazing size even as I hefted their soft fullness in the cups of my hands. I leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek while I whispered in her ear. I hoped that the faint whisper would go straight into her brain and into her soul. "None of them are as beautiful to me as you are. I love your tits!" Then, keeping up the pretense that I was merely testing out the material while my hands mashed and groped her oversized funbags, I added, "This lace is quite nice. Lovely to the touch."

I pinched her nipples and she shivered all over, then blushed in embarrassment. "Can I go now?" she asked.

"Sure," said her mother. "Go put on the last one."

"Mommy" – again I noted the girlishness of calling her mother that name, as well as the submissive tone in her voice when she spoke – "Do I have to?"

"Yes, darling. Mommy and Daddy need to see the items we've bought for you. We need to see whether they fit. Whether they're good value."

"But that last item . . ."

"Sweetie, Daddy needs to see you in your new outfit," Elaine said.

Katie turned back toward her room. As soon as she left, Elaine sat down next to me and started unlatching my belt to get at my cock. "This one will take her a couple of minutes to get into," she explained. "You're going to fucking love this last one!"

Within a few seconds, Elaine had my cock out and was feverishly sucking me off. She was so horny that she was frantic, her head bobbing up and down as if the world were about to end and this was the last taste of cock she was going to get before the coming nuclear explosions. She had me so excited – first from putting our busty daughter on display for me, then inviting me to feel our girl's huge tits, and now from her desperate energetic sucking – that I could barely control myself. I started bucking my hips upward into her horny mouth while my hands grasped her head and pushed her mouth deeper and deeper with each thrust.

I was just about to shoot a load of cum into my wife's thirsty mouth when Katie broke the spell. Her voice came from down the hall. "Mom, can you help me with this?"

"Sure thing, sweetums," Elaine called.

She got up and left me on the couch, my hard dick exposed and pointing straight to the ceiling. "Shit," I muttered to myself as, with a lot of difficulty, I managed to wrangle my erect cock back into my pants.

A minute later Elaine came back into the living room, pulling Katie by the hand toward me. For a moment, my wife's body hid Katie from my sight, but then I saw my daughter in all her glory.

She was in a tight red lace-up corset that left nothing whatsoever to the imagination. The bottom hem was just above her pelvis, leaving her neatly trimmed pussy completely exposed, while the top came up to just under her tits, with the effect that it pushed her already large tits outward and upward, making them huge, mouthwatering. Irresistible.

After several seconds I managed to tear my eyes away from my daughter's beautiful bare tits to see the expression on her face. She looked at me helplessly, pleadingly, paralyzed with embarrassment.

"Well, Daddy?" asked Elaine, "What do you think?"

"I'm not sure," I said, though in fact I WAS sure. I was sure that my eyes were about to pop out of my head. I was sure that I wanted Katie to wear that outfit for me – for no one but me – every day from now on. I was sure that all questions of the morality of incest were irrelevant, and that I would die if I didn't fuck my busty blonde virgin daughter's tight pussy. But I said, "What do YOU think, Katie?"

"I think . . . um . . . I think . . ."

"I think Daddy wants to feel the fabric," said Elaine. "Don't you, Daddy?" 

 I stood and walked the few steps to where Katie stood stock still, her hands limply and submissively at her sides. I put my hand on my daughter's hip and stroked upward, feeling how the corset pinched in her already tiny waist, giving her a fantastic hourglass curve. "The cloth certainly is nice," I said. "Fantastic texture." My hand reached the top of the corset where the top hem hugged the underside of her huge breasts. "Wonderful stitching," I continued. My pinky finger traced the top of the hem while the rest of my hand felt my daughter's bare skin. Her nervousness, combined with the cool air striking skin that was normally unexposed, made goosebumps rise on her tits. It felt as if my fingertips could discern every single goosebump, as if their pattern were a braille message direct to Daddy: Touch me. Take me. Fuck me.

"Mommy," Katie pleaded, "It isn't . . . I mean it hasn't . . . I mean it doesn't even give my bosom any support at all."

"That's okay, sweetie," said her mother. Elaine reached around our daughter from the back and began hefting Katie's beautiful tits. "An outfit like this gives support in other ways. It helps your posture, helps you suck in your tummy and keep your back straight. And good posture makes you feel good about yourself." One hand dropped down to Katie's trim bush and began tickling her pussy lightly while the other hand caressed one of Katie's tits. My hand played with her other tit. Meanwhile, my free hand was traveling slowly down her back and beginning to caress the globes of her round, perfect ass jutting out from the bottom of the corset's back lacing. Now, with all four of her parents' hands roaming over her tits, her ass and her pussy, her mother asked soothingly, "Does this make you feel good about yourself, darling? Are we making you feel good?"

"D-D-Daddy!" she gasped.

"Yes," I said. "Daddy's right here." My index finger found her anus and I pushed my finger in. With my other hand I pinched one of my daughter's nipples. I began slowly, rhythmically pushing my finger in and out of her hole. "I'm right here for you, sweetie." I thrust my finger deeper. "Right here." I saw Katie's eyes roll back in her head, out of control with the sensations her mother and I were inflicting on her.

"I'm very concerned about the health of Katie's breasts," Elaine said in a surprisingly serious-sounding tone. "Do you see these white marks on the sides of her tits?" She took my hand and used my finger like a pointer tracing the lines of some irregular white lines on the sides of our daughter's boobs. "They look like stretch marks."

"I've had them ever since I started . . . developing," Katie said with a quaver. Her pelvis was shaking as her mother and I sawed our fingers in and out of her pussy and her anus simultaneously. Katie put a hand on each of our shoulders to support herself as she tried to stand on shaking legs.

"I'm sure you have, sweetheart. It's a sign that your breasts expanded so quickly" – to emphasize her remarks she pinched Katie's nipples, making our daughter gasp and jolt in surprise in what seemed like a mini-orgasm – "that the tissue of your skin couldn't keep up." Elaine began pinching both nipples repeatedly, making Katie gasp over and over. "Poor Katie! Your tits just got bigger and bigger, didn't they? Bigger and bigger and you're still growing! You blossomed overnight into a big-titted sexy teenager whose tits get bigger every day! You're so full of sexy hormones you don't know what to do!" Katie gasped and sobbed in another orgasm. "You're not in control, are you? You're not responsible for what your body needs, what your hormones are doing to you! What they're forcing you to do!"

With me sawing my finger in and out of her anus and her mother pinching her nipples over and over, Katie was gasping and shaking so hard that she had trouble speaking. "Is it . . . uh! . . . is it dangerous? . . . Ahh! Ahh!"

"Let me look into it, honey. I'm sure Mommy will come up with some kind of treatment for your poor breasts. Your big soft tits need to be taken care of by Mommy and Daddy. Don't they, Daddy?" She relaxed her pinching and caressing and signaled to me with her eyes that I should do the same. "Now why don't you go change and get ready for bed?"

On unsteady feet Katie made her way to the hallway and walked toward her room. As soon as she was around the corner, Elaine pushed me backward and I fell onto the couch. She then knelt in front of me and pulled off my pants, nearly tearing the zipper apart in her frenzy to get at my cock. A few seconds later, I was bare from the waist down, and Elaine was kneeling on the couch, sucking me as if her life depended on it.

We hadn't counted on Katie, though. Elaine was oblivious to the world around her, her head furiously bobbing up and down, when I looked up and saw Katie standing in the doorway. She had changed into her flimsy old green nightgown, the one so old and sheer that I could see her hard nipples pushing through where the fabric was stretched across tits that were several sizes too big for the old nightie.

"Yes, Katie?" I asked, my hand still guiding her mother's head up and down on my aching rod.

"I . . . uh. . . we're out of toothpaste," said Katie uncertainly. She stared at her cocksucking mother, then looked up into my eyes.

Elaine looked up and gave a drunken smile. "Daddy will get some more toothpaste in the morning, sweetie," Elaine said. "Daddy will take care of you, just like he takes care of me." She pumped my cock with her hand for emphasis. "Daddy's so good at taking care of his girls. He'll give you everything you need. Just like he gives it to me. Over and over and over. Daddy's so good – so fucking, fucking good. Daddy will give you everything, baby." She went back to licking my cock, brazenly making sloppy slurping motions to add to her incredibly outrageous display. Then she removed her mouth with a loud pop and turned her face toward Katie again. She held my cock upright alongside her cheek and smiled excitedly at our daughter, showing off how long my cock was compared to the length of her face. "Is there anything else you want from your Daddy?"

Elaine's blatant innuendo combined with the terrible impropriety of it all kicked up my horniness by a thousand percent. Heedless of the fact that my introverted, voluptuous, scantily clad daughter was watching – oh, hell, why not be honest? It was directly BECAUSE my gorgeous daughter was watching that I grabbed my wife's head and pulled it back onto my cock. I stared directly into Katie's eyes while I roughly pulled and pushed my wife's head up and down, thrusting my pelvis in and out of her mouth, skull-fucking my eager exhibitionist wife. Katie, a shell-shocked look on her face, stared at the spectacle. One hand tried in vain to cover her big tits while her other hand went down to her crotch. The gesture seemed intended to demurely cover her privates, but from across the room I thought I could see her hands pinching her taut nipples and fingering her pussy through the cloth of her thin nightie.

"Suck your Daddy!" I bellowed. I bucked my cock up and down into my wife's willing face. "Suck me now!" With a laugh that turned into a roar and then back into a ringing laugh I came in my wife's sweet, wet, cocksucking mouth. I stared into my shy daughter's beautiful face while I laughed and came.

Katie gasped and covered her face, then turned and ran back to her room.