The Plan by theMILFpatrol

I trudged, sleepily, up the stairs, with heavy feet. I don't know why I was tired, as it was only six thirty in the evening; maybe I was just getting old. Well, I wasn't old, only forty years old, but it was just that working full time and being a parent since I was 21 was getting to me. As I reached the top of the stairs, I noticed movement to the left of me. I turned my head that way and saw my daughter.

She was completely naked. And wet. She had just gotten out of the shower, so water was cascading down her body, flowing on every curve, dripping off of the bottom of her large breasts, and running down to her shaven pussy. Her hair was damp, clinging to her back. I noticed her eyes meet mine.

"Oh, sorry Daddy," she said, when she noticed I was there, before casually placing her hands in front of her pussy and nipples, "There weren't any towels left." She explained as she quickly shuffled into her room. I watched each ass cheek wobble with every step, before the door closed and ended my trance. 'My daughter certainly grew up!' I thought to myself as I headed back to my room to read.

I never did read. I just got into bed and stared at the wall, the image of my naked daughter burned into my brain. I never even noticed my wife, Clara, walk into the room until she was pressed up against me in bed. I felt her hand make its way to my cock, and she began to stroke it.

"Ooh, you're already hard, good, I need it." I think that was the secret to our relatively long-lasting marriage; Clara was eternally horny. She looked up at my blank expression.

"What's wrong? You're normally in me by now."

"Clara, I need to tell you something." She had a slightly worried expression on her face, but she was still stroking my cock, now an automatic action in our relationship. I was struggling with how to tell her, so I just came right out and said it.

"I think I'm attracted to Poppy." Silence.

"As in, Poppy, our daughter?" I took a deep breath.

"Yep." I was prepared for Clara to slap me, call me a pervert or for her to just leave, but she did nothing, she just kept on stroking my hard dick. There was another few seconds of complete silence.

"Why?" She asked, looking at me in the eye.

"I saw her getting out of the shower. She was naked, and she looked-"

"She has a name; we gave it to her, so use it."

"Poppy looked amazing, exactly like you." I tried to turn this into a compliment. Clara ignored it.

"How did Poppy react to you seeing her?"

"She just covered herself up." Clara spoke immediately, and it felt as if her stroking was speeding up.

"How quickly?" I tried to remember, but it seemed as if time stood still while I was staring at Poppy.

"Quite fast, but she probably could have been quicker."

"Maybe she wants you, Daddy," I could her pure lust in her voice now, "Maybe she wanted you to see her body. For you to see her large beautiful tits," As she said this, Clara pulled down the bed covers and exposed her breasts. They looked exactly like Poppy's. "Does Daddy love my big tits?"

"Daddy loves your boobs, Poppy," I was getting into this role play now, however perverse it was, "They are so big and amazing." I caressed them, squeezing them gently. Clara moaned softly.

I flicked her hardened nipples, and Clara cooed.

"Mmm, Daddy, that feels so nice. Suck my nipples, Daddy; make your daughter feel good!" She was getting louder now, so loud that Poppy might actually hear, but at that minute all I focused on was getting her nipples into my mouth. I hastily brought my tongue to her breast and licked around her areola, before dragging my wagging tongue over her hard nipple. I sucked harder, driven by pure lust from our role-play. When my tongue finally slipped from her nipple, Clara slapped my face with her tits. While doing this, she lifted herself over me, and dropped onto my dick.

She was completely soaked, and instantly I was all the way inside her. My wife had never been so drenched in her life. She bounced up and down on me with an intensity I had never seen before, and she was screaming at the top of her voice.

"FUCK ME DADDY... FUCK YOUR SLUTTY DAUGHTER... AAH... FUCK... SO GOOD... FUCK MY WET CUNT... I'M SO FUCKING HORNY... SUCH A GOOD COCK, DADDY... UHH... I'M GOING TO CUM... FUCK ME," Somehow, she got even louder as she neared orgasm. "FUCK... I'M GONNA CUM... CUM IN ME DADDY... CUM TOGETHER!" With that, she exploded, and I came with her flooding her cunt with a massive load.

Clara slumped forward and smothered me with her massive tits.

Through my muffled hearing, I heard her speak.

"That was so fucking hot!"

And with that, we promptly fell asleep.

I woke up early next morning. Clara was still on top of me, asleep. I just watched her beautiful face as she softly breathed. She had a small smile on her face, and her hair flowed all around us. My cock started to get hard just watching Clara, and came to rest on in between soft ass cheeks. I resisted the urge to stick it in her right now, but instead just watched the woman I loved.

At around mid morning, Clara and I were in the living room, her on the laptop, and I watching TV. I caught a glimpse of Poppy poking her head around the corner, but she didn't look at either of us.

"I'm going out with friends." She spoke with a mumble, and before I had a chance to respond, the front door had slammed shut. Clara chuckled.

"Do you think she heard us?" She asked.

"I think the whole street heard. And it was you, not 'us'."

"I wouldn't have been screaming if it wasn't for you," she looked at me with a grin.

"I don't think you were screaming because of me," trying to hint at our role play. Clara didn't get it, or she was just playing dumb.

"Well what was it then?"

"I think you got off on me being 'Daddy', because I don't remember you ever being as wet as you were last night," I said, being playful, poking her in the ribs. She jumped back slightly.

"Hey, don't do that," she spoke while attempting to poke me back, "And maybe I did. So what, you obviously liked me being Poppy."

"I know, I told you before we fucked that I was attracted to Poppy. You didn't say anything about getting off on the idea of me being Daddy."

Clara let out a deep breath, similar to the one I did yesterday evening. She had a serious expression on her face. I could tell this would be big news.

"Okay, you have been honest, now it's my turn. The reason why I wasn't disgusted by you telling me that you were attracted to Poppy and why I was soaked when you were 'Daddy' is because ever since I turned eighteen, I have been, regularly, fucking my father," My jaw dropped, "I know that you may see me differently now, but I just want to let you know that I will always love you."

"I still love you too," reassuring her, we cuddled each other for a few minutes, "so, how did this begin between you and your father?" I asked carefully.

"Well, I was in the back garden a couple of weeks after my eighteenth birthday, when I weirdly got the urge to masturbate. Being young, I just got myself off when I felt the urge to. So there I was, in the garden, legs up in the air, fingers shoved up my pussy, going at it, when I see my Daddy attempting to hide behind a tree. I could tell by the movement of his hand that he was stroking his dick. Naturally, I was curious, so I asked to see it. He was reluctant at first, but he eventually relented. It was the first ever dick I had seen, so I wanted to grab it. Next thing I knew, I was on my back, getting pounded by Daddy."

"So, you lost your virginity to your father?" Yes, I am quite slow sometimes.

"Yep," She looked me straight in the eye, "You don't think I'm a creep, do you?"

"Not at all. In fact, that story has got me a bit worked up," I said, pointing to my rock hard cock.

"Good," Clara replied, "Because my panties are drenched." With that, she stood up stripped of her shorts and panties in one swift movement, and got on her knees on the couch. She wiggled her ass at me, and looked over her shoulder, "Come fuck me, Daddy."

I fished my dick out of my trousers and got behind my wife. I could feel the heat from her pussy, and the smell of her sex wafted around the room. I thrust as hard as I could into her dripping folds, almost knocking Clara of the couch. She was already screaming.

"YES... FUCK ME DADDY... HARD... AAH... FUCK... YES DADDY... FUCK YOUR DAUGHTER'S CUNT... AAH FUCK... I'M GONNA CUM... CUMMING ON DADDY'S DICK... AAH!"

I couldn't hold it any longer, and covered my wife's pussy in my cum. The 'Daddy, daughter' role play really got to us; we were only coupled for half a minute.

We ended up lying on the couch, both of us naked from the waist down, our feet intertwined, me lightly stroking Clara's vagina. Her head rested on my neck.

"So, important question," I asked, "me or your father, who has the bigger cock?" We both laughed and Clara gave me a gentle slap on the arm.

"Men, all the same," she jokingly scoffed, "You, but only by about half an inch, so don't get too smug." She looked at me with a sly smile.

"Also, you said you 'regularly' fucked your father. How often?"

"Every three months when I go visit them. You're lucky they don't live closer, because it would be much more often."

"And the last time was?"

"Just over two months ago, so the next time is soon; just a couple of weeks." I felt her pussy clench at the thought of fucking her dad soon. I continued to lightly rub her cunt for a few minutes.

"So," Clara spoke softly, "Is our role-play just a fantasy, or are you doing it for my pleasure, or yours?"

"I'm not sure. I find it hot, pretending your Poppy, and I'm glad that you get extra pleasure from me being Daddy. But I don't know if I could ever actually fuck Poppy."

"Why don't we find out?"

"I'm not asking my daughter if she wants to fuck."

"Not asking, stupid," rolling her eyes, "maybe you could be a bit more open with her. Touch her a bit more, kiss her a bit more; be friendly rather than being her dad. 'Accidentally' walk in on her getting changed, we could even try and get her to sneak peeks at us when we're having sex." I gave her a look, as if asking if she was being serious.

"Oh come on, I bet you must have secretly watched your parents doing it at least once." I nodded.

"Hey, I've had an idea," she jiggled about in excitement, causing her breasts to shake, "I'm visiting my parents in a couple of weeks. That leaves just you and Poppy alone for a few days. That's when you'll fuck her." She seemed supremely confident.

"Are you sure this'll work."

"Positive. Fucking my father was the best decision I ever made," I raised an eyebrow, "Apart from you." She gave my dick a squeeze. I prepared to roll Clara over.

At this moment, the door to the front room swung open. Both of us turned our heads towards the door. Poppy walked in, and then stopped, completely still, looking at us. Her mom was on her knees on the sofa, with her dad holding his cock towards her mom's vagina. Her eyes went wide before she swiveled her head away.

"You have a fucking bedroom, guys!" Poppy shouted as she left the room and went up the stairs.

"This shall be easier than I thought," Clara said as she grabbed my hand and started pulling me behind her.

"Where are we going?"

"Clara was right; we have a fucking bedroom, don't we? A stupid grin spread across my face.

Not five minutes later, I was gently thrusting into Clara's pussy with my softening dick, watching her bask in the afterglow of two powerful orgasms. She continued to moan slightly as I continued to push into her.

"What did you mean by 'This shall be easier than I thought'?"

"Mmm," her eyes flickered open, "oh, well, I could see it in her eyes; there was a wanton look on her face. She wanted to be in my place, to be with you," When Clara said 'you' I gave a quick, hard stab with my cock, "ohhh, yes".

"Really?" Suddenly, Clara reached up and put her hand over my mouth. I tried to speak but my voice was muffled.

"Ssh, Ssh, Ssh." I kept quiet and listened carefully. Through the wall, I could hear faint moaning. Poppy was masturbating! The sounds of the quiet cries were rhythmic and beautiful. My dick responded, and I started to become hard again inside Clara's cunt.

"Mmm, oh yes... fuck my pussy Daddy," Clara whispered, so I could still hear Poppy's moans. I rocked my hips back and forth, listening intently to my daughter's cries as she got louder. Clara spoke.

"Cum in me Daddy, cover your daughter's sweet cunt in your juice." As I could hear my daughter's moans reach a peak through the wall, I did exactly that. For the second time in ten minutes, I flooded my wife's pussy.

"Mmm... I cannot wait to watch you and Poppy fuck."

"But, I thought you were going to your parents to leave us alone."

"For the first time, yeah. But after that, you are going to have to keep both of us satisfied." I laughed.

"I can barely keep up with you, how am I going to handle you and Poppy?" I wondered if Clara would help Poppy stay satisfied. I'm sure she wouldn't mind a bit of Poppy's pussy.

"I'm sure you'll find a way," she spoke with a smile, as if having the same thoughts as me, "Anyway, I'm tired, hold me." I ended up spooning Clara, my dick nestled inbetween her ass, my hands draped across her chest.

"So, if I end up fucking Poppy-"

"Not if; when." Clara interrupted.

"When I end up fucking Poppy, will you get jealous?"

"Probably not. I'll just have to make sure I get more of you than she does. Are you jealous that I have sex with my daddy?"

"I'm not sure. I'd be pissed if it was some random guy, but he's not, and you were already banging him before we met, so if anything, your father should be jealous of me."

"He is. He says you're lucky to get my sweet cunt every day. While he's eating me out, he gets me to tell him about the sex between you and me, how many orgasms I have, how long we fuck, everything. Once he's finished licking me, he then sticks his dick in me and fucks me; daddy always tries to do better than you." My face lit up with an idea when I heard this. Clara noticed.

"You have an idea?"

"Next time you come home from your parents, we are doing that."

"Mmm, sounds fun. I can't wait, but right now, I can't stay awake any longer; I am so fucking tired."

"Goodnight." I said as I kissed her neck.

Next morning I was sitting at the table in the kitchen, flicking through the newspaper, but not really paying that much attention to it. Clara was making breakfast, omelettes, which, at the minute, smelled delicious. She was naked. I watched her ass jiggle as she moved about from side to side, a gentle sway that she normally had when she cooked, or washed or ironed. I would normally help her with the household tasks, but sometimes I just stared at her.

I heard the thud of Poppy's sleepy footsteps as she walked down the stairs. Clara heard too, and she turned to face me. I was still staring at her ass.

"Hey," she made a gesture for me to move my eyesight from her butt to her face, "So, she's finally up. God, Poppy could sleep through anything."

"Yeah, I know," taking a sip of coffee. Poppy entered after I said this. She was wearing a baggy t-shirt that stopped just below her waist. Even with the bagginess of the clothing, her tits pushed the material outwards. When she walked, I could see a flash of her pink panties. I decided that I should start my plan to fuck my daughter now.

"Hi, dad," she said, rubbing her eyes.

"Hi there, sweetie. Sleep well?"

"Yeah, a bit." I opened my arms and motioned for Poppy to give me a hug. She rolled her eyes, but still sauntered over to me. She bent down to reach me in the chair, causing her big tits to strain against the t-shirt she was wearing. As we embraced, I moved my hands gently on her back. Our hug lasted a few seconds longer than our normal hugs, and as we parted, I let my hand fall across her ass before leaving her body. She either didn't notice or didn't mind, as she gave no reaction.

Poppy turned around, and saw her mother for the first time this morning. Her jaw dropped.

"Mom! Put on some clothes!" Poppy diverted her eyes away from her mother's body.

"It's my house; I can do what I want. Anyway, they're just boobs," she said, grabbing them, "You've got them too. It's better than having your father naked. You wouldn't want that monster flopping around in your face," Clara paused, "Well, I would but-"

"Mom!" Poppy's face was bright red from embarrassment.

"Calm down, Poppy." Clara laughed at her daughter's reaction, before she put the omelettes on a plate and walked over to the table. She placed a plate in front of Poppy and me, and then sat on my lap.

I let out an exaggerated "oomph" as she sat on me. Clara gave me a quick elbow.

"I'm not fat."

"Mom, there is a perfectly fine chair there." Poppy pointed to the left of me as she took another bite of her omelette.

"Nah, I like this one better." Clara ground her ass on my hardening cock. I gave her a sharp thrust upward, causing Clara's breasts to shake a little.

We ate breakfast like that, at the table, Clara on my lap, and Poppy opposite. It wasn't long before our plates were clear. I had a small bit left, and I decided to mess about. I draped it across Clara's left breast. I felt Clara's hair sway as she moved her head to look down at me, and I glimpsed Poppy's eyes widen. I licked around my wife's breast, and then chewed lightly on the omelette over her nipple. Clara held my head close to her and moaned contently. As I neared the end of my meal, my eyes darted to Poppy, and I saw then she was biting her lip, and her cheeks were still red. Not from embarrassment, but from arousal. I finished the omelette, and gave Clara's nipple a parting suck.

"Sorry about that Poppy, I got a bit carried away." I explained. I was grinning from ear to ear.

"No... that's... its fine." Poppy stumbled over both her words and her feet as she left the room.

"Fuck, I am so turned on," Clara breathed sexily as she pushed her hand towards her pussy. She tried to grab my dick from my shorts with the other.

"No, sorry," I spoke as I lifted Clara of my lap, "I'm going out with the guys, and I am running late." Clara looked at me with despair.

"Seriously," I nodded, "but Daddy..." She looked at me with pleading eyes.

"Really sorry, but we've been planning this for weeks. I'm all yours when I get back, promise." I left the room in a hurry, with my wife naked and a grumpy look on her face.

I entered the house late that night. I'd been out with a few mates, reliving our glory days. Well if you consider us playing football, joking about with each other and drinking, the glory days, then that's what we'd been doing. We didn't meet up that often anymore, so I was glad I went, but I was annoyed at the fact that I'd left my wife naked and horny. Oh well, I'm sure she would have worn out the batteries in her vibrators. Yes, that is plural. When I'm away, she sometimes has one in her cunt and ass at the same time. And I like to watch her by herself sometimes.

All the lights were off in the house, so I struggled to see in the darkness. I kept on tripping over chairs and bumping into walls and doors. I suppose my slightly drunk state wasn't helping. I heard a small amount of movement from around the corner.

"Hello," I called out. My wife appeared from around the corner. She was naked; her hair was a mess, she was sweating profusely, and she smelled strongly of arousal. The aroma filled my nostrils, and my cock hardened slightly. She grabbed my and dragged me up the stairs. Walking behind her, I could see her cum dripping from her pussy, down her leg. 

As soon as we got into our bedroom, Clara pushed me up against a wall. There was a loud thump, and I remembered on the other side of that wall was Poppy's bed. I'm sure she would have been woken up. Before I could say anything, Clara jumped onto my now stiff cock. Her cunt was like an ocean, and offered no resistance to my invading cock. Yet she was still tight, squeezing my dick. I was buried deep within my wife.

"Now fuck me!" She demanded. I moved away from the wall, keeping my dick inside of her, to be able to move easier. I moved my hands from around her back, to on her ass. Then, I began to slam my hips into Clara's, pushing her ass down onto my cock using my hands. Faster, harder, with each stroke, I pounded her pussy.

"AAH... YES... FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD... FUCK MY CUNT... OHH... FUCK YES... YOUR DICK FEELS SO GOOD... YES DADDY... FUCK ME HARDER!" I obliged, and now I could hear our flesh smack together, creating a slapping sound that echoed around the room.

"OOH FUCK... I'M GONNA CUM... MAKE ME CUM DADDY... FUCK MEEEEE... CUMMING!"

I felt a river of Clara's cum squirt on my dick. She'd never done this before. Clara's mouth was wide open, letting out a primal scream and her eyelids were fluttering open and closed, her eyes rolled up looking towards the ceiling. This was too much for me, and I came deep inside her. My spray of cum forced against her flooding cunt. This continued for another minute. After we had calmed down, we looked at each other and giggled like schoolgirls.

"That has never happened before!" I looked at her in surprise.

"I know" Clara gasped for air.

"It felt amazing on my dick."

"That was the best feeling I have ever felt. Ever."

"How did you do it?"

"I don't know. I was just really horny, 'cause I'd been masturbating most of the day, and you were fucking me really hard and fast." Clara was still breathing heavily. We looked at each other with wonder for a few minutes.

"Anything else happen while I was away?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, Poppy asked me what it was like?"

"Asked that what was like?"

"When you ate the omelette of my tit."

"Oh, that," I smiled, "Well, what did you say about it?"

"I said that your tongue was very nice on my body, and that I'm very lucky to have it. I told her it got me really horny." I coughed, almost choking a bit. If I had water in my mouth it would have gone everywhere. I looked at Clara; her face had a devilish smile plastered on her. She obviously wanted that reaction.

"Did you use those exact words?"

"Yeah! If we are going to get Poppy to fuck you, we need to make her want to fuck you. We need to make her get horny and then get her to think about you when she's horny. I think it worked, as well; when you were out, I could hear her getting off. She was really loud. I must admit that her moaning got me even more worked up. I was so tempted just to 'accidentally' walk in on her just to see her pussy." My earlier thought of getting Clara to help out satisfying Poppy looked like it would come true. If we commit incest we might as well have some lesbian incest.

We fell asleep together immediately after getting into bed; we were both drained from our hard fucking. It was the end of the week, and we only had ten more days before Clara left to visit her parents. We didn't have that long, but I didn't want to rush the plan to get my daughter into bed. It needed to feel organic.

Over the next four days, I continued to touch my daughter more often. We hugged regularly throughout the day, me gently rubbing Poppy's back, sometimes running my hands over the round cheeks of her ass. I felt as though, when Poppy was about to hug me, she would smile a bit more, and her eyes would soften. We were becoming much closer as father and daughter, and I was enjoying it. However, I couldn't wait to be able to fuck my beautiful daughter.

It was late in the evening. I was watching TV, my legs outstretched on the couch. I heard Clara walk into the front room, and then she slumped down next to me. I felt her skin rub against me, as she only had a red set of bra and panties on. In her hand, she held a pad of paper and a pen.

"You need more than a pen and paper to look smart."

"I don't need brains, I have tits," she grabbed them, "Anyway, we need to start to move further into the plan to fuck Poppy. I've got a couple of ideas." She handed the paper to me. On the paper was written:

Catch Poppy masturbating

Let Poppy catch you masturbating

'Accidentally' fuck where Poppy can see us.

"What do you think?" Clara asked.

"I like it. I think," reaching over and taking the pen from Clara's hand, "Tomorrow, catch Poppy masturbating, then, the day before you leave, she sees us fucking, and then, when you're away, Poppy catches me masturbating." I numbered each of the points on the paper.

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking as well," Clara turned to me, "We're always on the same page." We both moved our heads towards each other and kissed. It was a quick, tender peck on the lips.

"Are we strange?" I asked, "You know, 'cause we're planning on how to fuck our daughter."

"No, I'm pretty sure loads of people take part in incest. I know quite a few people online that I chat with that fuck their fathers, daughters, mothers or sons. Most people just keep it secret, which is a shame because incest is wonderful and it should be appreciated, not looked down upon."

"So, do you think that, secretly, everyone wants to have sex with a family member?"

"Yeah."

"So, my mom and sis want to bang me?"

"Definitely. And just to make sure, I'll put in a good word for you. Actually, I probably already did. See, me and your sis got drunk one time, and she ended up asking me what it was like to fuck you. I'm pretty sure I was very graphic and detailed."

"Wow, weird. It would be great, though, to be able to fuck mum and sis, hopefully together."

"I could join you, but first, we need to focus on you getting Poppy's pussy. I'm going out tomorrow, which should mean that she'll masturbate, because there is less chance of her being caught. However, she will be caught!" Clara gave me a grin, "Just be sure to make it look natural." We got up from the couch, and Clara insisted on me carrying her on my back up the stairs. I gave a little bounce with every step, causing Clara's panty covered cunt to rub against my back. By the time we got to our bed, I could feel the stickiness of her arousal on my back.

I gently dropped Clara onto the bed, leaving her on her back. Her legs were splayed open, giving me a clear view of her soaked red transparent panties, and her pussy lips beneath them. I lunged forward with my mouth, and attacked the material, jabbing my tongue, trying to get to my favorite place, and sucking up her juices from the sodden material. I wedged my nose between the slit of her pussy, and wiggled it up and down. I felt Clara's hands push my head further into her panties, and she let out a quiet moan. I reached my fingers around to the waist of her panties and frantically tugged them down her legs; they rested around her ankles. Now Clara's cunt was free, and I shoved my tongue into her for a few quick jabs, before concentrating on her protruding nub. I slithered my tongue over Clara's clit.

"Oh... yes... lick my clit... yes daddy," Clara was quietly moaning at the minute, but soon, with the help of my prodding tongue, she was screaming loudly. "YES... TONGUE ME DADDY... FUCK YOUR DAUGHTER WITH YOUR TONGUE... FEELS SO GOOD... GONNA CUM... AAH... CUMMING!" Clara thrust her hips up into my face as she came. My nose scraped off a dribble of liquid from her cunt, and it dropped onto my tongue.

I stood up, releasing my rock hard dick. I grabbed it and ran it up and down her slit. Clara tried to move up her pussy onto my dick, and I thrust into her at the same time.

"Oh, fuck... yes... you're so deep in me... fuck me... fuck me daddy," I moved my hips back and forth fast; Our skin rippled with each thrust, and the sound of skin slapping echoed around the room, "Aah, yes... fuck me... harder... yes, daddy... oh fuck." My dick slipped in and out through Clara's wet, soft pussy. Her cunt squeezed me as I pounded her, trying to trap my dick in her pussy. She grabbed me by the hips and was forcibly pulling me into her as fast as she could, "FUCK ME DADDY... YESSSS... FUCK ME... YOUR DICK IS SO FUCKING GOOD... I'M GONNA CUM... CUM ON YOUR FUCKING DICK... AAH... CUMMING!" As Clara convulsed in her orgasmic bliss, I smothered her insides with my cum. My dick pulsed as I shot each rope into her. I listened to Clara heavily breathing, the only sound in the room, for a while, before her breathing turned to the sounds of sleep. I felt my softening dick slip from Clara's cunt, and I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, Clara had already left. I stumbled, sleepily, dragging my tired body across the house. I hadn't seen Poppy, so I assumed she was still in her room. I ended up in the back room, with a pile of clothes to iron. I put on some quiet music in the background, quiet enough so that I would be able to hear Poppy's moans. I began to casually iron my clothes, taking my time. I kept listening out for the soft moans and sighs of Poppy pleasuring herself, but, for a while, I heard nothing. I'd almost ironed all of the clothes, when I heard a faint moan from upstairs. I hastily put the ironed clothes in a basket, and made my way up the stairs. I tried to stay quiet when taking each step, and soon, I was standing outside Poppy's room, basket of clothes in my hand. I took a deep breath, before I opened the door to Poppy's room.

I was greeted by the sight of Poppy on her bed, her legs spread, pushing what looked like a large dildo in and out of her cunt. Her mouth was open in pleasure, but her eyes were wide in horror. Feigning surprise, the basket fell from my grasp, and it crashed to the ground, clothes spilling everywhere.

"Oh crap, I'm sorry Poppy; I didn't realize you were..."

I dropped to my knees, and gathered the clothes, trying to look as if I was in a rush. Every so often, I glanced up at Poppy. Her legs were still spread, the dildo shoved up her pussy, not trying to hide herself at all. I swear she even shivered, as if she had a small orgasm. Finally, I had collected all of the clothes back in the basket, and made my way out of Poppy's bedroom. Just as I closed the door, I got one last glimpse of my daughter, who had moved her hand to her back to her pussy, and was gently manipulating her clitoris. She gave another small shiver of orgasm when we locked eyes.

After the door closed, I walked down the stairs, with shaky legs. I'd gone through with the plan. I hadn't thought about it before walking in on Poppy masturbating. Maybe my want, no, my need to see my daughter naked had caused me to not think about the plan. It seemed almost natural to want to see Poppy masturbating, not something that needed planning. I cast my mind back to Clara's opinions that 'secretly, everyone wants to have sex with a family member'. Maybe we do.

I slumped back onto the couch and projected the image of Poppy on her back, her tits resting on her chest, her hand pushing the dildo in and out of wet cunt, in front of me. The look of her face lost in pleasure with her other hand brushing her clit. I began to rub my hard dick through my shorts. It only took a few quick rubs before I squirted my cum into the material of my shorts. My softening dick rested in the sodden material.

I gasped heavily for a minute, my breath taken away from the intensity of my orgasm. For the rest of the day, I sat on the couch, slowly recovering. I didn't see Poppy after the incident in her bedroom.

I heard the front door open, and a few seconds later, Clara walked into the room, carrying many bags on her arms. She saw the dark spot in my shorts from my cum, and raised her eyebrows at me. She dropped the bags, and jumped onto the couch, and snuggled next to me, pushing her head under my arm, so I had my arm around her. I felt like she was my daughter, when she was younger, waiting to be told a story.

"So?" Clara asked, looking up at me.

"It worked fucking perfectly," I had a huge grin on my face, "So I was doing some ironing, then I heard Poppy moaning, so I put some clothes in a basket and took them up the stairs. When I opened the door, Poppy was on her back, completely naked, thrusting a dildo up her cunt. Faking surprise, I dropped the basket, and the clothes went everywhere. As I was picking up the clothes, Poppy didn't even try to cover herself; her legs were open, the dildo shoved up her pussy," Clara was biting her lip, pressing her legs together, trying to rub her pussy on her legs, "And then when I walked out the door, she started rubbing her clit, before I'd even shut the door!"

I watched as Clara quivered in orgasm, shaking as I held her. She let out a quiet moan and then stopped shivering.

"Mmm, that was nice. You're so lucky you got to see that."

"Yeah, I know. So fucking hot." I tried moving my hand around to Clara's breast, and began to pull my shorts down my legs.

"No, no," Clara moved her hand to stop me from pulling my shorts down; "We need you to save up for your performance tomorrow." She had an evil smile on her, as if taking great joy in my pain.

"What the fuck! C'mon, please." I tried grabbing her tit. Clara stood up.

"No, just wait. Imagine how good it will be tomorrow with Poppy watching us." I grumbled as we walked up the stairs, trying to ease my cock back to softness.

I woke up with my dick pointed towards the ceiling. I saw, through my sleepy eyes, Clara move over toward me.

"I see you're ready for today," Clara lightly stroked my dick as she said this, "God, it's so weird, knowing that Poppy is going to be watching us fuck."

"How do you know she is going to watch?"

"Trust me. When she walked in on us on the couch when you were about to fuck me, she had a look in her eyes; She wants to see us, and be part of us. Well, you, at least."

"Do you want to be with Poppy?"

"Maybe, I don't really know. I've never been attracted to women. I haven't ever wanted to have sex with another girl, but with Poppy, I think there is some sort of 'spark' there, that makes me a bit interested. Maybe it's because she's my daughter. Anyway, I'm pretty sure you would love to see some mom/daughter action." She gave me a grin and a kiss, before she got out of bed. I followed down the stairs, watching her ass jiggle as she walked down each step. When we stepped into the kitchen, we saw Poppy sitting at the table, chewing on a sandwich.

"Hi Poppy." I spoke in a cheerful tone.

"Hi dad." My daughter gave me and Clara a smile as we sat down at the table.

"So, what are you doing today?" Asked Clara.

"Nothing, probably just stay in my room all day." My wife and I exchanged a knowing look; this was our chance.

"Oh Okay, we're probably not going to do much either."

Clara made a bagel for herself and me. When we finished it, we walked out of the kitchen.

"We're probably going to be cleaning our room." I called out to Poppy as we stepped up the stairs, my hands running over her ass, pinching it as it shook from the movement of her legs.

When we reached our room, Clara turned to me.

"So, how are we gonna do this?"

"Not a clue."

"Helpful," Clara sarcastically rolled her eyes and sighed, "First things first, how is Poppy going to see us?"

"The door, obviously."

"Leave it open, yeah?"

"Yep, but not all the way, so it doesn't look obvious."

"But wide enough that Poppy will be able to see, without meaning to."

"Yeah." We both walked over to the door, and adjusted it accordingly.

"Next, we need to position how we are going to have sex, so we're not be able to see Poppy, otherwise she'll move away so we don't see her, but where we'll be able to know if she's watching." Clara was taking charge; she was the one planning all of this. She was definitely the one who got off most on incest. This was probably due to actually having experienced incest. Hopefully, in a couple of days time, I would know the feeling of fucking a family member, and so would Poppy.

"I think that you should be on top of me." I told Clara.

"No," she said, shaking her head, "Poppy needs to see you, 'cause you're the one she's probably going to be more interested in."

"I'm pretty sure you want Poppy to be interested in you too, though."

"Yeah, but once you get her, I can just join in," Clara bounced up and down in excitement, "Anyway, for now, I think that I should be on my back, on the bed, and you should be standing up next to the bed, thrusting into me."

"That sounds good."

"It should be, you're fucking me," Clara chuckled and squeezed her tits, "And then, while you're fucking me, I should be able to see, in my peripheral vision, Poppy through the door." Clara lay back on the bed, testing her theory. A couple of seconds later, she jumped up, "Yep, that's great. If you aren't blocking my view of the door completely, I should be able to see what Poppy's doing." Clara mimed rubbing her pussy through her shorts, just in case I didn't understand.

We heard Poppy washing up her plate that she had the sandwich on. This meant that we only had a few minutes before Poppy would probably walk up the stairs. We needed to act fast. I stepped towards Clara, and pushed her hand that was in front of her pussy, onto it, and moved it up and down. Clara began to moan lightly, in time with the movement of her hand. I bent my neck down to my wife's and gently sucked on her lip. I felt Clara try to rub her covered cunt on my now hardened cock. I started to roll Clara's panties down to her ankles, but I heard the creak of Poppy walking up the stairs. I threw Clara onto the bed, ripping her panties of at the same time. I quickly fished my dick out of my boxers, and rubbed it up and down Clara's slit, before ramming it home.

The sound of Poppy coming up the stairs grew louder, so I started thrusting into Clara's wet folds immediately. My dick plunged in and out of Clara's depths. A sloshing sound filled the room, along with the strong scent of Clara's cunt, and the smacking of our flesh.

"Ohhh... yes... fuck me... harder... ohh fuck... aah..."

Although I wasn't concentrating that much, I heard that the creaking sound of the stairs had stopped, and I guessed Poppy was sneaking a look from near the door. I looked at Clara; she had her mouth open in lust and pleasure, but her eyes were glancing at the bedroom door. I saw her give a wink, which I assumed meant that Poppy was watching. I put in even more effort. My hips were now flying forward and back, spearing Clara with my rock hard cock. I sensed Clara was putting on a show (though it may have been because of my increased effort).

"OH... FUCK YES... SO GOOD... YOU FUCK ME REAL GOOD... OH YES DADDYYYY!" Clara held the last syllable of Daddy for a long time, trying to gauge Poppy's reaction. I didn't hear any movement from outside the door, so I presumed Poppy was still watching. As I was pounding Clara's pussy, I saw a smile grow across her face, which I guessed meant that my daughter was rubbing her cunt to the sights and sounds of her father fucking her mother. I sped up.

"YES DADDY... POUND THAT CUNT... FUCK YOUR DAUGHTER... HARDER... OOH FUCK... YES!" My dick felt like it was going to explode, being squeezed by Clara and because of the knowledge that Poppy was watching us. From the facial expressions Clara was making, so was she.

"OH FUCK... FUCK MY CUNT... I'M GONNA CUM... CUM ON THAT BIG DICK... FUCK ME DADDY... YES... CUMMMMINNNG!" Clara shook uncontrollably underneath me, letting out a shout, trying to trap my still thrusting dick in her cunt. I felt a spray of Clara's liquid attack my dick head, and I came inside her pussy, coating her walls in my cum. Through the commotion of our mutual orgasm, I heard a faint cry from outside the door. Clara and I smiled at each other, knowing that Poppy had had an orgasm watching her parents fuck. Our plan had worked, so far.

 We woke up early next morning, and I helped Clara pack a few clothes for her trip to her parents. I made sure she packed her sexiest outfit, as a present for her dad. I'm pretty sure Clara would tell her dad what had happened at our house recently, during the session where Clara sat on her father's face and told him about our sex life. I carried the now packed bag down the stairs, behind Clara, then out to the car. I put it in the boot, and went to hug Clara. I embraced her, and kissed her softly.

"Have fun," I told Clara, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"So incest is OK."

"Of course." We both chuckled. While Clara was still laughing, I slipped a hand down her jeans.

"No, not now," Clara sighed, with a hint of resignation. I felt her hips move slightly against my hand. I rubbed against her panties harder, finding her slit. I heard Clara moan. I took my thumb and tried to find her clit through her underwear. After a quick search, I felt a small nub.

"Uuhh... fuck." I circled on her clit through her panties. Clara's breath quickened, and I rubbed faster. Clara was now thrusting the air, trying to push my hand in her.

"Oh... yessss..." Clara clenched her teeth and stopped thrusting. I felt her panties become damp with her cum. I gave a couple of final rubs and then bought my hand to my mouth.

"Now my panties are going to be wet for the whole journey. It's going to be so annoying."

"Oh well," I offered my hand to Clara to suck. She gave it a quick lick. "Have a fun time." I said, watching her walk to the car.

"I will, and when I get back, you better have fucked Poppy."

"Only if she wants it."

"She does," Clara gave a nod to my dick, which was tenting my jeans. The car engine rumbled into life, and Clara reversed it onto the road. She smiled from the window, "See you in a couple of days!" she shouted as the car drove away. I waved until the car disappeared from view.

As I turned back to the front door, I caught a glimpse of our neighbor, Mrs. White, watching me from the window, grabbing her breast and with a hand between her legs. I waved to her, and gave a sharp thrust of my hips. I saw her cheeks turn bright red, and then she ducked her head behind the window. I laughed as I strolled back to my house, my dick leading the way.

When I entered the front room, Poppy was sitting on the couch. I saw her eyes dart to my hard dick, before looking away at the TV. I sat down next to her, quite close, but not uncomfortably near.

"Hello my sweet daughter, what are you doing today?" I put my arm around Poppy and hugged her.

"I'm probably going out with some friends. I'll go and see them now." Clara stood up and quickly left the house.

'Oh, shit', I thought, 'have we misread Poppy's body language? Does she want to fuck me? Or were we so consumed by our fantasy that we decided for Poppy that she would fuck us? Oh crap, we've made a huge mistake'. I put my head in my hands, and thought deeply about what had happened. I tried to remember what Clara said about when she started fucking her father. 'She never said she had wanted to fuck her dad, it just seemed to happen in the moment. Was Clara's mind warped so that she believed she had wanted it in the first place, and transferred that onto Poppy's position?' I was confusing myself, I wasn't thinking straight, so I lied down on the couch, closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind...

I woke up with a startle. It was now dark; 'Crap, I must have fallen asleep'. I got up from the couch and went in search of a clock. I went into the kitchen, and glanced at the clock. It was nine o'clock. I'd slept through the whole day, not seeing Poppy. I went to grab a snack from the fridge. On the fridge door was where I found a note from Poppy:

Gone out to a party. Probs be back late. See ya,

Poppy

Grabbing a slice of cheese, I walked up the stairs, the note from Poppy in hand, and went up to my room. I lay back on the bed, thinking about Poppy. 'Maybe this was just a huge misunderstanding, maybe she doesn't want to have sex with me. C'mon, incest, that doesn't happen really, only to a small minority. It seemed like Poppy didn't want to be near me earlier, maybe I should just leave her alone'. I couldn't help but criticize how many maybes were in those few sentences, but I should be safe rather than sorry. And in the case of fucking my daughter, I don't think Poppy would ever forgive me if I did fuck her and she didn't want it. I decided I would drop the plan; I wouldn't have sex with my daughter.

Finishing the slice of cheese, I then went to sleep. Throughout my slumber, I dreamt a lot about me and Poppy. Sometimes I saw memories of us at the lake when she was a child, and we were fishing. Other times, her pussy was on my mouth. I was able to see that I am and was always a father to Poppy, but I was still conflicted with the idea of blurring the lines between parent and fuck-buddy.

The next morning, I woke up with a raging hardon. I stumbled through the house to get to the shower. On the way, I passed Poppy's bedroom. The door was open, and I could see that my daughter was lying face down on the bed, asleep. She was still wearing a dress that she had probably worn to the party she went to last night. The way she had fallen asleep had caused her dress to rise up above the bottom of her ass cheeks. I could see the deep blue thong she wore disappear inbetween the two globes. I forced my eyes away from Poppy's ass. After what had happened yesterday, I didn't want to think about Poppy in a sexual way. The thong was so enticing though... I swiftly went to the shower, trying to ignore all thoughts of Poppy. I didn't wank in the shower, instead letting my erection die naturally. After I got bored of the water cascading down me, I got out, dried and got dressed. As I wasn't going anywhere, I just put on jeans and a t-shirt. I made my way downstairs, and ended up sitting on the couch.

After about an hour of flicking through the channels, I heard the sound of running water from upstairs. It reminded me of how this had all started. I had caught Poppy walking out of the bathroom naked, and from then on it had escalated in to me fantasizing about fucking my daughter. Now, I had regretted thinking about my daughter in that way, but it had led to the some of the best sex of me and Clara's life. The creaks of Poppy walking down the stairs bought me back to reality. I called out.

"How was the party?"

"Yeah, it was good." Poppy replied as she entered the room. She sat next to me.

"Stayed safe?" I asked, remembering what other parents had told me about what the parties were like. In my mind, I was unhappy with Clara doing the things that I had heard others doing. Yet, only a couple of days ago, I had wanted to fuck Poppy. My morals and values were contradictory.

"Yep." Poppy obviously wasn't going to say what they actually did, but I didn't push it any further. However, I had to make sure she was okay.

"You didn't get raped, did you?" I asked, concerned.

"No, I'm fine, Daddy." My cock twitched. She had not called me that in ages. Clara and I had used it during our role play. Was she trying to hint at something? I decided to ignore it. I hugged Poppy tightly.

"That's good. I'm just making sure."

We sat there for a while, my arm around Poppy, her head resting on my shoulder. We were watching some show on TV, I didn't really care, I had Poppy close to me, and I felt like a real father again. I gently moved my fingers in little circles on Poppy's back. After some time, I checked the time. I was shocked to find that it was almost two o'clock.

"Oh, crap, did you want anything for lunch?"

"Um, can I just have a sandwich?"

"Yeah, cool."

A few minutes later, I returned with two ham and cheese sandwiches. We sat on the couch, eating our lunch. Poppy complimented me on my sandwich making skills, although I apparently wasn't as good as Clara.

"How are things with Mom, by the way?" I was a bit confused with where the question came from, but I answered nonetheless.

"They're great." I think I blushed a little. Poppy stifled a laugh.

"Yeah, you could say that. There was a reason why I bought earplugs."

"Why?" Once again, I was a bit slow.

"Because Mom was so loud. It was distracting." Now it was Poppy's turn to blush. I, on the other hand, froze. Had she heard us when we were indulging ourselves in our incest fantasy?

"When did you get the earplugs?"

"About three weeks ago." Internally, I let out a sigh of relief. That was before I'd even seen Poppy naked after the shower, let alone when Clara and I started our 'Daddy/daughter' sex. Even so, she could be lying. No, probably not, I trust Poppy.

"So, since we talked about my sex life, how's yours?" I asked cautiously, after there was no response for a few seconds, I added, "You don't have to answer, of course."

"No, I will. Um, yeah, it's fine." Poppy looked as if she was a bit depressed about this.

"Just fine?" I asked, still inquisitive.

"Yeah," again, she sounded downhearted, "I don't want to talk about it anymore."

"Okay," I respected my daughter's privacy, "Just tell me if there's any way I can help." I didn't really think this line through before saying it. Poppy raised her eyebrow at me. "I didn't mean it like that. Just forget I ever said that." I went back to lightly hugging Poppy, but the thoughts about fucking her had returned, and it was difficult for me to not get an erection.

For the rest of the day, we watched television and chatted. It was surprisingly fun, and I was glad that we'd been able to talk to each other for the day. I felt a new sense of connection with Poppy; it wasn't the sort of connection I'd had in mind before the weekend, but I felt we had become closer as father and daughter. I didn't feel too disappointed that the plan hadn't worked. Soon, the day drew to a close, which would end the weekend. Tomorrow we would welcome back Clara from her parents. I wondered if she would understand why the plan didn't work. I hoped she would, and she should. Clara was a great mom to Poppy, and I knew that she wouldn't put that in jeopardy just to have some more incest fun.

I excused myself to go to my bedroom, leaving Poppy downstairs. I could hear she had changed the television channel to a music channel. I believed she'd be down there for a while, so I didn't bother to close the door properly. I hadn't had an orgasm since the weekend had begun, so I thought now would be the perfect opportunity to get some relief. I dug up Clara and I's stash of porn films. This was a collection featuring professional films and some that Clara and I had made of ourselves. I grabbed my favorite one of Clara and me, and stuck it in the DVD player. I lay back on the bed and relaxed, unzipping my jeans which freed my cock to the cool air. The film on the TV appeared. Clara's pussy filled the television, and the slight sucking sounds of Clara giving me a blowjob resonated from the speakers.

On screen, Clara's hand snaked to her vagina, and latched onto her clit, rubbing it in slow circles. I stroked my dick as I watched the video (which we had made over ten years ago), on which I had now moved and had sunk my dick deep into Clara's cunt. On frame was the sight of Clara's face, lost in a world of pleasure, and her boobs, gently swaying with the rocking of my hips. My dick was now fully hard watching our amateur porn film, encased by my swiftly moving hand. Clara made a few whimpering sounds as my thrusting sped up, and her tits wobbled even more. The camera shook as I tried to make sure I captured the beauty and lust of her face and chest.

As I was watching and stroking my cock, I swear I felt the light in the room change. It seemed as if it had got darker. I was confused, by the sounds of Clara's moans brought me back to the film, and I forgot about the light.

"Mmm... yes... oh fuck..." The muffled voices fought with the sound of the bed creaking and the covers rustling. "Ohh... yes... makes my pussy feel so good... uhh... fuck... fuck me..."

My hand was now flying up and down my dick, and I was close. So was Clara on the television.

"OH... YESSS... HARDER... FUCK ME... FUCK AAH... YES... GONNA CUM... FUCKING CUMMING... AAAA-"

The television switched off. I ended up staring at a black screen. I was so close too. I began to search for the remote, but as I turned, I saw Poppy standing there, the remote in her hand. My hand instinctively went to cover my exposed dick.

"Poppy... what... wha- what are you doing here?" I stuttered. She didn't respond. Instead, she placed the remote down, before taking off her t-shirt. Now she was standing there naked in front of me, her father. She gracefully stepped over to the side of my bed, and climbed onto it. Before I could do anything, she had either leg on each side of my waist. I tried to speak, but Poppy just kissed me. Her mouth felt sweet, and a searching tongue slipped into my mouth. After what felt like a long time, Poppy broke the kiss. I sensed her hand reaching for my dick, and she grabbed it purposefully. She dragged the head of my dick along her dripping slit, then, with silence, dropped onto my dick; her father's cock.

"Uuuuh." Poppy let out a low, guttural tone. Her eyes were closed, and she was biting her bottom lip. We stayed like that for a minute, Poppy savoring the feeling, me, absolutely stunned. My daughter was sitting on my dick. Clara and I had fantasized about this for a few weeks, but now it was actually happening. Poppy made a small noise, which I guessed was for me to start moving inside of her. Unfortunately, the shock of the situation had caused my dick to lose some of its hardness. Luckily, Poppy started to roll her hips on me, and my cock responded. Now, I was fully hard, deep inside of my daughter, who was soon bouncing on me. She hugged me, which made her swinging tits to crush against my chest. I could feel her nipples trying to pierce my skin. Poppy made the small whimpering noises her mom also made, and had the same facial expression as well. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her mouth was open in an 'o' shape. Her cunt felt the same as her mom's too, soft, velvety and sopping wet. She was also squeezing her cunt muscles to please my thrusting cock; her pussy felt tight, tighter than Clara's.

Poppy was jumping up and down on my iron-like dick. One moment only the head was in her, the next, I was buried in my daughter's cunt. Poppy was making continuous noise, now, spattered with coherent words.

"Ooh... fuck... yes Daddy... aaah... oh fuck... uuh...aah... harder... fuck me Daddy." I had already been close before Poppy had even been in the room, and with the added stimulation of her pussy trapping my cock, I was on the edge. I was just trying to hold on long enough for Poppy to have what she deserved. The rising volume and pitch of her voice told me that she was getting nearer her orgasm.

"OH... AAH... UUH... OH FUCK... YESSS... FUCK ME... DADDY... PLEASE DADDY HARDER... FUCK ME... FUCK YOUR DAUGHTER... SHE NEEDS IT... AAH... OOH... UUH... FUCK YES... I'M GONNA CUM... KEEP FUCKING ME... AAH... GONNA CUM... AAH... CUMMING!" Poppy shook violently, with a loud shriek. I couldn't hold on through my daughter's massive orgasm, and spewed my cum into her cunt. I don't think I ever came that much in my life, coating my daughter's vagina in my seed. Coming down from her orgasm, Poppy slumped onto me, lost in the afterglow. I stroked the skin on her back in silence; the only sound in the room was our heavy breathing.

We just stayed there for a long time. At one point, Poppy rolled off of me, and hugged me close from the side. It must have been around half an hour later that I broke the silence.

"So?" I looked at her with a smile, letting her know that I didn't regret what we'd done.

"Right. Well..." There was another short period of silence; almost like she didn't know where to start. "So it started a couple of weeks ago. I couldn't help but overhear you and mom at night. She was shouting the 'Daddy' thing, and I tried to ignore it, but I ended up getting turned on by it. At first, it was just hearing you two have sex that turned me on, but then, it evolved into thinking about you because mom would always say about it. My need for you increased over the last two weeks, and then I remembered that mom was visiting her parents for the weekend, so I decided I would try and have sex with you then. I know this sounds weird, you know, 'cause it's incest. However, you didn't seem to have too many objections," I gave a small laugh at this, "I wanted to have you on the first day, but I got nervous, and I couldn't go through with it. I was scared to be near you, because I was so nervous about it. But then today, when I saw you masturbating, I just went for it."

"So you, kind of, planned this? Funny."

"What's funny?"

"Well, your mom and I had planned this too. It first started when I saw you getting out of the shower a couple of weeks ago. I told your mom I found you attractive, which led to our 'Daddy/daughter' role play thing. We didn't know if we wanted this to just be a fantasy or real life, but we kept on with the role play. When your mom said about visiting her parents, she told me that I should have sex with you while she was away." 

"So mom was okay with the incest thing?"

 "I don't know, she'll probably ask me how it went, and I think she said she wanted to join in."

"Mom's bi!"

"No, only for you."

"That's 'cause I'm special," She poked her tongue out at me, but then stopped dead, "I have the greatest idea ever."

"Spill it then."

"Only after you fuck me again." She gave a wide smile, a face of joy.

"Ugh, if I have to." I responded with faked reluctance.

Around mid morning the next day, Clara arrived back at the house. She called out.

"How did it go?" There was no answer. "Hello, anyone home." She walked through to the front room, where she saw me sitting on the sofa drinking a cold beer. Poppy was facing away from me, bouncing her pussy up and down my hard dick. Clara and I looked at each other with a smile.

"Oh, good." Clara stripped her clothes off, and walked over.