Emily had parked the car with a wry smile, the baby paraphernalia started and she unbuckled the carrycot from the car, placed it on the ground, and emptied the car of everything she’d need for the day.

Knocking at the door, she waited for the surprise look on her mum’s face. It was just as she expected.

“What are you doing here?”

“Just visiting mum, thought it would be a pleasant surprise,” she lifted the carrycot and proceeded to enter.

“Let me take that,” Maggie said. She reached for Mark, still asleep from the car journey and rushed him inside to the warmth of the lounge. Emily picked up all the bags and headed towards the kitchen.

“Cup of tea,” Maggie said, as she entered the kitchen.

“Is Darren working?” Maggie asked. Emily nodded her head. The wicked grin was evident for any normal person to witness had they been present.

“I’m getting old,” Emily announced.

“Get off, you’re only thirty-two, you’re in your prime, girl,” her mother replied.

Mother and daughter spent a few moments catching up on life’s little adventures while sipping tea and scoffing at one or two biscuits.

“I thought I’d pop by and let you all have some quality time with Mark,” Emily lied.

Maggie bit her lower lip and nodded. “Of course,” she replied, “It’s lovely to see you both.”

“Is Dad not around?”

Finally, the real reason Emily was here was making an appearance, Maggie thought.

“He’s still in bed. It’s only nine-thirty, but he’s probably playing some stupid game on his phone.”

Emily nodded. “Mark said his first words yesterday, I’m sure it was Mummy.”

Maggie nodded, looked her daughter in the eye and nodded to the door. “Go on,” she said, “I’ll look after Mark for a while.”

Emily smiled. She felt her heartbeat noticeably faster than it had been doing. She felt a warmth spread between her legs and she felt that noticeable tingle at the tips of her nipples. She leaned forward pulled her mum in for a quick kiss, and gave her a bear hug in the process.

Emily bounced her way up the stairs to her father’s bedroom. She listened at the door for any signs that he was misbehaving, just like she had done those fifteen years earlier when she came home early from school. She remembered that the sounds were unmistakeable, heavy breathing, the odd phrase now and then coming from her dad, and someone squealing and grunting at low volume in the background. It was obvious that her dad was watching a porn video and masturbating.

It turned Emily on listening at the bedroom door and she couldn’t help but pull her top over her head and caress her growing breasts. Her nipples were so sensitive that the merest touch of her fingertip sent shivers down her spine. At seventeen she was well endowed in the tit department and that demanded the attention of ninety per cent of the boys at her school. She loved the attention.

At that moment, she loved listening to her dad. Something inside her told her to walk away from the door but she couldn’t. She was transfixed, she found the act of listening to someone pleasuring themselves to be highly erotic and the fact it was her dad was doubly so. Emily moaned softly, her pussy was on fire, demanding the attention that her nipples were getting. She relented and slipped a finger down her panties.

She couldn’t believe what she heard next. Her eyes grew wide and those words her father used caused her mouth to drop open. She almost stopped masturbating but then continued to pleasure herself. She felt overcome with emotion, with the same feeling she was hearing from inside the bedroom. She shook her head, trying to get the idea of her dad mentioning her name out of her mind, and yet the whole idea made her heart race faster and faster, and the feather touches of her fingers on her pussy brought her off in one swift action. Emily remembered her body shuddering, her legs buckling and her orgasm more intense than it had ever been.

The shocked look on her face when the door opened caused her body to freeze. Their eyes met, and then her gaze lowered to his erect cock. She stood still with one hand between her legs, one on her breast. Emily panted far harder than her dad. The memory of Richard Elliot, a sixth-form student enticing her to get on her knees and suck his cock in the school toilets flooded her mind. Neither of them dared to make a move.

And yet, in her head, the choice was clear. There was only one option that powered her thoughts. There was only one thing to do that felt right. In the heat of the moment, Emily fell to her knees, and before any explanation escaped their lips, she leaned forward to take her father’s cock into her mouth. She gathered it up and sucked hard on it with exaggerated actions of her head and hand. Eventually, she felt her dad’s reassuring hand on her head at the precise moment he unloaded into his daughter’s mouth. Emily coughed at first, before realising she needed to swallow his copious load.

The immense volume that flooded her throat was a testament to the scene in front of her father. The words he had used earlier, in his fantasy, came to life as he watched his daughter suck him off.

Emily was no stranger to sex, she had had a couple of boyfriends in the past, one close enough to lose her virginity to, but at that moment she felt like she had been cheated. After sucking his cock clean she looked up into his eyes. They stared at each other for ages until Emily arose, grabbed her father’s hand and led him to the bed. She stripped naked, straddled him, and guided his cock to her needy cunt.

It changed their life forever and yet it took three more years of sneaky sex before their mother found out.

Those fond memories were her most precious, especially that first time. The smile on her father’s face when she looked up at him filled her heart with joy. For the first time in her life, she felt wanted and needed in a sexual way.

This time, Emily couldn’t hear anything in the bedroom, so she opened the door and stepped inside.

“Still in bed!” she exclaimed.

“Emily!” cried her dad, “Where’s the little one?”

“Downstairs with mum,” she replied. She jumped on the foot of the bed and crossed her legs.

“What are you up to?”

“Playing games and watching stupid Facebook and YouTube videos.”

“Not porn then?” She smiled.

“This time no, not porn.”

“What brings you here?”

“Just popped in for a visit, you know.”

Emily’s fingers tugged at the top button of her blouse, popping it open, she proceeded to the next one and then the other. Her eyes never left her father’s face, and his eyes never left her ample and full breasts. Full in more than one meaning. When she reached the bottom of the blouse, she slipped it from her shoulders and tossed it on the floor. She stood up and moved towards her father and lowered her breasts to his face.

A hand reached forward to fondle her full mound of pleasure, her cleavage seemed to amplify her tit flesh more than anything. Emily pulled herself away from his hands and unclipped her bra, throwing it to the floor. She lowered her skirt and stood. Proud of her body and hairless pussy.

Emily smiled, “Got something for me?” She asked.

Her father, Matt, nodded.

“I’ve got something for you too. Something I think you’ll like.”

Her father licked his lips and pushed the bedclothes to one side revealing his throbbing cock.

Emily’s hand reached behind her father’s head and she pulled him towards her left breast.

“Suck on it, Daddy,” she said, “It’s been so long.”

Matt’s hand reached out and cupped her breast, he squeezed and pointed the nipple towards his mouth and recoiled quickly at the jet of sweet milk that caught him in the eye.

“Really?” he asked.

Emily nodded, “Yes, suck it like a baby.”

Matt pulled the nipple to his mouth and sucked until the milk was flowing freely.

“Now the other one,” Emily instructed.

Matt changed tit and sucked it until it leaked. Emily sighed. For some reason, the act of her father doing it made it far more erotic than her husband.

Emily let her breasts dangle in her father’s face while he alternated sucking on each one in turn. Her hand reached down to encircle his hard cock. It was stiff as ever, pre-cum leaked from the slit and she quickly massaged it over the head and stroked its length. Nothing came close to the pleasure she was feeling at that moment. She didn’t know what made it so wonderful, was it the fact that it was taboo? Illegal? Or what? Was it the fact that she was once more, contemplating taking the seed that created her back inside her?

Emily was slowly losing her composure. Her breath came faster and faster, her upper body was swaying over her father’s face and she had finally straddled his body in anticipation of something hard penetrating her depths. It had been a while since she had taken her father’s cock. Six months to be precise and she felt needy and wanton, like her insides were bursting to be filled with her father’s meat and only his would do.

She pulled herself upright, removed her breasts from her father’s mouth, grabbed his cock and aimed it at her wet and greedy little hole. She let herself plummet down on it, letting out a loud guttural moan as she did so.

Her father cried out in unison. He still loved pushing his cock into his beautiful daughter as much as she loved being filled by it.

Emily rocked her body from side to side and front to back. Her hands cupped her breasts and she swiped at her nipple with her tongue as she fucked her father.

“This is wonderful, but I need it hard,” she gasped.

She climbed off her father and knelt on the bed by his side. The invitation was obvious. Matt was soon kneeling behind her, cock pointing at her pussy, and in one swift move, he buried it deep inside her.

“Hard as fuck, Dad,” Emily cried.

It was something that her husband, Darren, was lacking. The ability to fuck her fast and furious, pounding into her with relentless force, and pushing her over that climactic edge faster than a speeding bullet. Her dad was up for it and knew exactly what she wanted, after all, he had had many years of practice.

Matt laid into his daughter. It was a fast and furious fuck. He remembered the last Christmas they spent together, the night her husband was drunk and fell asleep. How she didn’t wake the neighbourhood up with her screaming for him to fuck her harder and harder, was a mystery.

From downstairs, Maggie could hear the bed squeak and squeal. The headpost was knocking the wall, and Emily’s moans turned her on. She started pinching her nipples under her dress, and if it wasn’t for the young one in her care, she would have been in there with them or at least enjoyed watching from the doorway. She wasn’t sure whether it was the noise from upstairs or the fact that the baby had awoken of its own accord, so she picked him up and pampered him.

Emily let out an almighty cry that she was cumming hard. Grabbing her plump hips, Matt pumped into her at an ever-quickening pace. He could feel his spunk rising, his balls contracting as they slapped against her thighs.  A red mist descended on him and yet he waited as much as he could until Emily’s legs started shaking, that was always her tell-tale sign of no return, and then he would let it all go. Her legs shook and all the spunk shot from the end of his cock and into his daughter’s loving receptacle.

How he loved spraying her insides with creamy fluids. It was a feeling he would never get tired of experiencing. Why would he? Why would he want to stop fucking his beautiful and voluptuous daughter?

Suddenly the noise abated and Maggie could hear the shuffling of bodies in the bedroom above her. The en-suite shower started and then stopped minutes later.

Emily and Matt appeared soon after, Matt rushed to pick up the baby and started to encourage him to make noises or even talk.

A flushed and sated Emily appeared at the doorway. Maggie winked at her. “You woke the baby up!” she exclaimed.

“I needed it though, Mum. I just love being fucked hard, you know that!”

Emily smiled at her father holding the baby.

“How old is he now?” asked her father.

“Six months,” Emily replied, “you know you’re the father, don’t you?”

Matt blinked and looked at his wife Maggie. The shocked look on his face was evident.

 “He was born in September, Dad,” she hinted.

“That makes sense,” said Maggie, “was that the Christmas Eve party when Darren was carted off to bed drunk as a newt, and you came into our room afterwards with a look of sheer disappointment on your face?”

Emily nodded. “Yes, that was the time. With me on my front licking your pussy and Dad was plundering my greedy cunt from behind.”

“Your father was always plundering your greedy cunt, my dear. That was a good night though,” Maggie admitted.

“Yeah, unfortunately for me, it had slipped my mind that Darren and I were trying for a baby. He thinks it's his.”

Matt sidled up to his daughter with his grandson in his arms.

“So, I’m your father and his,” he said.

Emily nodded. “I love you, Dad.”