Debbie Matthews stood in the doorway of her bedroom with a pair of skimpy panties dangling from her finger.

“Jim, look what I found on the coffee table in the family room.”

Jim recognized them right away. They belonged to his daughter. 

“When I saw them, I asked myself, why would Tiffany leave her panties on the coffee table? Then I discovered they were full of cum. I thought you and Tiffany were watching a movie. Did she have a boy over?”

Jim knew exactly how his daughter’s panties had become filled with cum. He had fucked her while she was wearing them. Tiffany must have left them on the coffee table when she came upstairs, and his wife had found them when she got home from her bridge club. 

“Um, yes,” Jim lied. “Colin came over. She got a call just as the movie was beginning. I guess being with a boy takes priority over being with Dad. I left them alone and came upstairs to the bedroom. I didn’t think they would, um, you know...”

“You didn’t think they would fuck?” Debbie said, finishing his thought. “Well, they did. I know Tiffany is eighteen and no virgin, but we can’t have her bringing boys over and fucking them right under our noses. And what is it about her panties? This is the second pair we found filled with cum. Doesn’t she ever take them off before having sex?”

“You know how kids are, honey. They were probably sitting on the couch kissing with their hormones raging and couldn’t be bothered undressing.”

“I guess, but then how did her panties end up on the coffee table?” Debbie wondered.

“After they were finished, she probably took them off. I mean, you wouldn’t want to sit around in that sticky mess, would you?”

“I don’t know,” Debbie teased. “You may recall that the panties I wore to my lunch with the girls earlier today were full of cum after you fucked me in Tiffany’s room. I felt so dirty and nasty wearing them while I was talking to these prim and proper ladies. It was fun.”

“Like mother, like daughter, I guess,” Jim joked, trying to diffuse the situation. “You should be flattered.”

“I never thought of it that way,” Debbie laughed. “I really shouldn’t criticise until I’ve walked a mile in our daughter’s panties, so to speak. I wonder how I would look in them? Do you think they will fit?”

“You’re not seriously thinking about putting on our daughter’s panties are you? Not when they’re, you know, sticky with cum.”

“Why not? Are you jealous that I’ll have another man’s cum, uh boy I mean, rubbing against my pussy. I think it’d be sexy.”

Debbie reached under her skirt and peeled down her panties. She kicked them away, then quickly stepped into Tiffany’s panties and pulled them up her legs until they were molded firmly to her ass cheeks. She unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Jim could see the contours of her pussy pushing out from the damp crotch. 

“A little tight, but not bad,” she said. “And still very sticky. Colin must have filled our daughter to the brim. Am I being too much of a slut for you, honey?”

Jim’s cock was bulging out from his gym shorts as he stared at Debbie standing in front of him wearing their daughter’s panties soaked in cum - his cum, not Colin’s.

“No, honey. You know I like it when you act slutty.”

“I can tell,” Debbie replied, staring at the tent in his gym shorts. “Why don’t you show me that weapon of yours.”

Jim pushed his shorts down, exposing a rock hard cock that poked out from between his thighs like a flagpole. Debbie quickly shed her blouse and bra. Her perfectly formed D-cup breasts bounced on her chest. She stood in front of Jim naked except for Tiffany’s panties that clung tightly to her pussy. 

“Take off your tee shirt,” she ordered.

Jim threw his shirt onto the floor and stood completely naked in front of his wife. She stepped closer and slipped her hands around the back of his neck. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest. Debbie pushed up on her toes. His cock slid between her thighs. Jim could feel the heat of her pussy through the damp material covering her mound.

“I wonder what Tiffany would think if she saw us now,” Debbie whispered into his ear. “With me wearing her cum-filled panties and you rubbing your cock against them. Does it excite you to rub your cock against your daughter’s panties?”

Jim couldn’t believe his wife was taunting him like this. It was almost as if she wanted him to be turned on by thoughts of his daughter’s panties. It was obvious she was turned on as well. 

“It makes me want to fuck you while you’re wearing them,” Jim told her as his hands grabbed her ass cheeks. “It makes me want to cum in your pussy.”

“Yes, Jim, I want that too. I want you to fill me with cum while I’m wearing our daughter’s panties. My pussy is so wet just thinking about it.”

Debbie pulled down the front of Tiffany’s panties and rubbed the head of Jim’s cock back and forth between her juicy folds. He bent his knees and pushed. Debbie guided his cock to her opening. It entered her throbbing pussy and plunged deep into her body, sliding back and forth across her clit as he fucked her.

“Yes, fuck me, baby. Fuck me like a little dirty slut whore wearing your daughter’s cum filled panties.”

Jim’s hands pushed into the back of Tiffany’s panties and squeezed her naked ass cheeks, holding her tight against his thrusting cock. Debbie leaned back and looked down between their bodies, watching her husband's glistening shaft sliding in and out of her shaved cunt.

“Fill me with cum, baby. I want to feel you squirt it into my pussy and watch it drip into Tiffany’s panties. Does that excite you, Jim? Does it excite you to have your cum soaking into your daughter’s panties right where her pussy rubs against them?”

That was all it took. Jim thrust deep and grunted. Spurt after spurt of hot cum sprayed into Debbie’s cunt. It set off a chain reaction. Her pussy clenched around his spewing cock and exploded in a series of orgasmic spasms. Jim pulled out.  A mixture of cum and cunt juice gushed from his wife’s twitching pussy and soaked into their daughter’s panties only inches below, mixing with the cum he had sprayed into Tiffany’s cunt earlier that evening.

Debbie reached down and pulled the panties up until they moulded to her pussy and ass cheeks. Cum continued to ooze from cunt, soaking through the crotch and running down her thighs. Debbie took Jim’s hand and guided it between her legs.

“Can you feel what you did in your daughter’s panties?” Debbie whispered. “I wonder what Tiffany would think about that?”

“She would probably think her parents were perverts, and she wouldn’t be wrong. Are you going to wash them for her?”

“No,” Debbie said, peeling the panties down her legs. “I’m going to put them back on the coffee table and let Tiffany find them. She would get suspicious if we washed them.”

Tiffany, who had been listening at the door, quickly scampered back to her room. She couldn’t believe what a slut her mother had become. It had obviously turned her on to get fucked while wearing her panties. Her mother wasn’t the only one who was excited either. Tiffany had fingered herself to two orgasms listening to her mom and dad fuck. She now had another pair of stained panties.

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The next morning Jim and Debbie were having breakfast in the kitchen when Tiffany came downstairs wearing a long tee shirt that barely covered her ass. It was quite obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. In her hand was the pair of panties that Debbie had returned to the coffee table the previous night. She threw them on the kitchen table and went to the refrigerator.

“Tiffany,” her mother asked cautiously, “Are those the panties I saw sitting on the coffee table this morning? I don’t know why you left them there in the first place, but putting them on the kitchen table right in front of us is not appropriate behavior.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mom,” she replied, after pouring a glass of juice. “Yes, those are the same panties I left on the coffee table last night. I was taking them to the laundry room. They have cum all over them.”

“Tiffany,” Debbie reprimanded, “That kind of talk will not be tolerated. Your father already told me Colin came over last night. You should know, young lady, that having sex with a boy in our home, particularly when we are here, is not allowed.”

“Don’t be such a fuddy-duddy, Mom. What difference does it make if I get fucked in a car or on the couch? Besides, Dad was mistaken. Colin didn’t come over last night. I fucked someone else.”

Jim squirmed in his seat. He didn’t like the way this conversation was going. He saw his wife looking at him in a way that invited him to say something.

“Uh, I just assumed it was Colin,” he muttered.

“Exactly how many boys are you fucking?” Debbie asked, getting agitated. “Is my daughter a slut?”

“That depends on your definition of slut,” Tiffany replied calmly. “I like sex, and I fuck who I want. It’s not just boys either.”

With that, Tiffany turned and walked out of the kitchen.

“Go talk to her, Jim,” Debbie sighed. “I can’t get through to our daughter. I don’t know when she became so rebellious, but it’s gotten worse.”

Jim decided he had better do as she asked. His wife had daggers in her eyes. He got up and went to look for Tiffany. He found her in the laundry room soaking her panties in the sink.

“Uh, look Tiffany, you shouldn’t bait your mother like that. She’s having a hard time accepting that you’re becoming a woman. Just try to get along, okay?”

Rather than answer, Tiffany reached under her nightshirt and peeled down her panties. She held them in front of his face. The faint smell of pussy wafted to his nose. 

“You should sniff these, Daddy,” she teased. “I rubbed off in them listening to you fuck Mom last night. I can’t believe she was wearing my panties with your cum all over them. She’s a fine one to talk about sluts.”

The smell of his daughter’s pussy was driving him crazy, but he had to be the grown-up here. 

“Look, Tiffany, you have to stop watching your mom and me, and we can’t do what happened last night again. It was a mistake.”

“Does that mean you’re going to stop sniffing my panties too?” Tiffany asked, looping them over his fingers. “And what about blowjobs? You don’t mind if I suck your cock, do you Daddy? It’s not the same as fucking.”

With that, Tiffany squatted in front of him, unzipped his trousers, and pulled out his cock. Jim couldn’t believe this was happening. His wife was in the next room. He wanted to stop it, he really did, only he was no longer in charge of his brain. Lust had taken control. He lifted the crotch of his daughter’s panties to his nose and breathed in a deep whiff of her pussy as Tiffany's tongue swirled across his swollen knob.

Tiffany was determined to get her father off quickly before her mother discovered them. She slid her lips down his shaft and took him deep into her mouth, using her tongue to drive him crazy. Her fingers massaged his balls and rubbed his scrotum. Her head bobbed like a woodpecker. Spit drooled down his shaft and matted his pubic hair. Loud sucking and slurping sounds filled the laundry room.

“Ggghhhh...shluuuppp...aaaggghhh...”

With his daughter’s mouth flying up and down his shaft, her tongue swirling around the hard flesh, her fingers massaging his balls, and the smell of her pussy flowing into his nose, cum quickly filled his balls. His cock swelled between her lips. Just before he exploded, Tiffany pulled him from her mouth and aimed it at her face. He grunted.

“AAAARRRGGGHHH…”

Hot cum erupted from the tip and sprayed in a steady stream that shot up the side of her nose, across her forehead, and into her hair. Another blast bounced off her cheek and sprayed across her ear. More cum splashed against her lips and dribbled down her chin. Tiffany took him into her mouth and swallowed the last few spurts. Two fingers were rubbing her pussy. She fell forward onto her knees and gasped.

After catching her breath, Tiffany stood and faced him. She smiled at her father. Her face was splattered with cum. It streamed down her cheeks and dripped from her chin onto her nightshirt. She took the panties from him and used them to wipe the cum from her face. She bent over and stepped into them, pulling her panties up her legs until they fit snugly to her pussy and ass. Her mother’s voice called from the doorway

“What’s going on in here?”

Jim had just zipped up his trousers. Tiffany’s face was clean but wet splotches of cum had soaked into her nightshirt, and some were still speckled in her hair.

“Uh, Tiffany and I were just talking,” Jim replied. “She’s a little upset and wants to be alone. Perhaps we should leave.”

“Tiffany, I want an apology for the way you were talking to us at the breakfast table,” Debbie demanded.

“Okay. I’m sorry for telling you I like to fuck and for leaving my cum-stained panties on the coffee table. It won’t happen again.”

“Don’t you talk to me that way, young lady. I’m not finished with you. What is that in your hair and all over your nightshirt?”

“Oh, this?” Tiffany asked, rubbing her finger through a glob of cum in her hair and touching it to her tongue. “It tastes like soap. I must have splashed some detergent on me when I was washing my panties. I had to scrub really hard. It sure seemed like there was a lot more cum on them this morning than there was last night.”

“Go to your room right now,” Debbie shouted, her face turning red.

Tiffany kissed Jim on the cheek and walked out of the laundry room. Jim turned to Debbie.

“You’re being a little hard on her, honey,” Jim said. “I wasn’t going to tell you this, but she watched us having sex during her pool party and also last night. I think she’s upset about it and is trying to shock you.”

“You mean she saw you fuck me while I was wearing her panties? No wonder she’s acting this way. I’ll give her some time to cool down and go talk to her.”