Fucking Daddy - Taboo BREEDING...
She was just 19! And my daughter! Here I was, in the kitchen, balls-deep in her, spurting my hot, incestuous seed right in her fertile cunny when her mother walked in the front door. If she came into the kitchen while I was knocking up her daughter, all hell would break loose! That Tina was giggling with tears streaming down her face while I inseminated her with her mother not 5 feet away made it that much more infuriating!Excerpt:I could feel her pulsing orgasms around my flesh as we partook in the most naughty, dirty act between father and daughter imaginable.My God how long I'd wanted to do this. Never had I acted on it, but then I began to wonder why."Oh Daddy! Harder!" She cried out. I was afraid that if her mother walked in right then we'd be caught, but she didn't.I thrust faster in my daughter, smelling her rich perfume as our bodies slapped together. My hands - suddenly greedy with lust - roamed my daughter's nearly flat chest. If I was honest with myself, I wanted my daughter more than any woman - including my wife.I knew that Marie was going to want to relax for a bit and then we'd make love in our marriage bed. But how could I fuck my wife with the same cock that I fucked her daughter with just hours before?That thought thrilled me more than any other and I felt my balls tightening and I knew that it wouldn't be long before I busted my paternal nut in my daughter."Oh, and by the way, daddy..." She nibbled on my ear, her hot breath dancing its way down into my ear canal. "I'm ovulating...""What?" I cried out, but then we both heard the click of the front door lock."Mom's home!" Tina kissed me on the lips. "Cum in me now, daddy!" She urged, her voice a bit more heightened, filled with arousal and lust.I didn't have time to ponder my daughter's fertile revelations, it was far too late for that.With fear racing through me and my life suddenly flashing right before my eyes, my cock seized up inside my nineteen-year-old daughter and I slammed all the way inside her."Honey?" My wife called from the living room as she threw her keys down on the coffee table where she always kept them."Yes dear?" I squeaked, my heart pounding and my hands clammy. If she rounded that corner, our asses were grass.