by Writing Shark
Hellen is rewarded for her sacrifice
“My God daddy,” Alice gasps half an hour later. “Daddy! I love you daddy! Oh Go… Oh Go.. Oh Go…hod…” Three times she has come and never has Hellen separated from her sweet firm ass. “That was so…ha…ha… dirty…” She laughs, childlike, carefree, contentedly fucked. “I love it.” She turns around and you’re proud to see her copy your behavior, pulling her mom away from her tight butt by her hair, though not as harshly as she likes. “Thanks mom.”
“You’re welcome honey,” Hellen says, licking her lips and smiling shyly. “It’s so good to see that we can get along as a family.”
“Your mother and sister are beneath you from now on Alice,” you say “You answer only to me now.” Your daughter looks at you in fascination. “You’ve earned it.” Alice hugs you, but then asks you a little shyly what that means. 20 years she’s experienced a family dynamic, and in the space of one night, everything has changed. You kiss her lovingly. “It means that from now on you can rule over them. New rights, new responsibilities, remember?” Alice giggles and looks at Hellen.
“Pinch your nipples.” Hellen immediately raises her hands and twists her nipple until her face contorts. “Harder.” Hellen obeys and moans under the pain. “Nice.”
“You’re right under me now. You get to control your mother and sister’s sexuality as long as you don’t contradict me.”
“Of course daddy…father.” She is serious.
“And you may use them when I don’t need them or you. When I’m not around you have to take care of them and you tell me everything you’ve done with them in my absence, understand?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good girl. We’ll work together from now on.” Alice waits a bit, thinks, looks at Hellen and Gemma, then at you. Then she puts her arms around you and presses her cheek to your chest.
“Thank you daddy,” she whispers, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” you say, stroking through her hair. Then you turn to your wife. “And between us, all is well again. I forgive you.”
“Thank you so much honey. And Alice I promise to be a nice toy for you, you will see.” Hellen smiles angelically, content with the world, the taste of her daughter in her mouth and her scent in her nose. But you still have a surprise for her.
“And can you forgive me?” Hellen almost swoons.
“What?”
“For not doing my duty to control you?”
“It was my fault honey,” she says. “It’s me who needs to be punished. You should be taking care of your daughters, and all I did was cause more troubles for you.”
“Come here.” Hellen purrs beneath you as your lips touch her forehead. “Fuck the punishment. I want you.” It’s nice to hear your wife’s carefree laugh, the sound you fell in love with.
“Oh god James! James! Fuck I’m not worthy! James! Thank you!” Fast and hard you fuck your wife the way she wants. Deep thrusts into her, your hands tightly closed around her shoulders, stretching her, pulling her towards you, impaling her on you with raw trusts. In the corner on her chair sits Gemma, nervous and small while her mother does not dignify her a glance. In front of you and your wife, legs spread, her fingers twitching wildly, Alice puts on a show for you. Your girl has no problem letting her mother look deep into her pink shiny pussy.
“Turn around” you command your wife and your hand casually slams down on her ass. Hellen obeys and lies down on her back. “And you, come here.” Alice rises and crawls toward you, the fingers of her hand on her tongue, tasting herself. “What do you want to do with your mother?” you ask, giving her freedom. “Be perverted.” But it’s you who’s important. Alice considers, then grins like a child allowed to wreck the living room.
“Do you mind if I sit on her? Valerie told me about that once.” You pull your daughter to you, grab her hair, and kiss her while your thrusts make your wife’s breasts bounce wildly. Then you help the giggling daughter into position. It’s really fun to see that she wants it, but doesn’t know exactly how or what to expect. She laughs out as her mother runs her tongue over her pink nub like it’s tickling her. “You’re better daddy” she laughs, already getting red in the face while Hellen puts her hands around her daughter’s thighs.
“You’ve been on my mind for 20 years, angel,” you confess. “You’re a perfect daughter.” Daddy and daughter tie a bond between them while pleasuring their wife/mother. “Punish your mother for not thinking of you. She only had Gemma in her useless little head.” Beneath you, Hellen moans lustily. Finally you can talk to each other like this again without feeling guilty, and you see in Alice that your wife is redoubling her efforts to please her daughter correctly.
Your muffin lifts her hand and lets it bounce on one of her mother’s breasts. Hellen jerks and shrieks into her daughter’s opening, smearing her juices over her delicate chin, her belly squeezes and you use the angle to work her G-spot while Alice giggles childishly.
“Mom has such big boobs” she laughs and slams again. “I like it when they jiggle that much.” Then she looks at you, her face flushed but a little concerned. “Do you like my boobs too?” She slaps again without looking.
“Of course darling,” you say lovingly but firmly, making your point clear. “Your breasts are wonderfully tiny and cute and like my daughter should be, touchable.”
“But they’re not that big.” Another slap. Alice is not so strong and too careful. It doesn’t really hurt Hellen, your plan is working.
“They are perfect darling, really. Believe me.”
“Yes daddy. Thank you daddy.” Again you kiss, long and intimate for making up 20 years of longing from both sides. Your fingers slide through your daughter’s hair. Then you separate as you notice Hellen trembling beneath you.
“Do you feel that, darling?” you ask Alice. She nods. “Your mother will come soon.”
“Can she?” Her eyes flicker. Your daughter is getting there, too.
“That’s up to you. Either you let her come or you pinch her hard, and I mean really hard in her nipples.”
It’s important to teach your daughter that she’s on your side now. What better way would there be for her, but also for poor little horny Gemma, than to decide about her dear mother’s orgasm?
Writing Shark 