Unspoken Pleasure

"Well, ummm how does your... I mean, how does it feel, like, right now?" Molly asked. Christine tried not to laugh at her daughter's innocence. This was the same girl who'd been impaled on her father's cock not so long ago. She should be able to say the words, at least. "Does your pussy..." Christine stopped herself. At least be clinical! "Your vagina. Does it hurt? That's perfectly natural after your first time. Oh honey, I'm so sorry. This should never have happened this way. I thought I was helping you at the time, but maybe we should have found another way. Kept you safe. That was your first time and, I mean, I know that had to be horrible for you. Has to be. But it's OK and maybe it wasn't the worst thing. I mean, better than some teenager who barely even knows where to..." Oh my God am I actually rationalizing this?

"No, Mom, it's fine," Molly said, "I'm fine. It's just, my puss... I mean my vagina? It doesn't hurt, exactly but do you know what I mean?"

As Molly spoke, Christine found herself drawn to her husband's dick. It had been laying there like a tiny, shriveled worm only a second ago. But now it was as monolithic as ever. A deep dark purple and pointing outward. Throbbing. Harder and bigger than Christine had ever seen.

It was like an indicator. A flashing warning light. Not just about how her husband was feeling but her baby daughter, too. And then it came over Christine. That burning aching drive inside herself that didn't request a cock -- it screamed for one. Like having an unfilled pussy was the most painful thing in the world.

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Christine looked back at her husband. His face was as purple as his cock and he was sweating bullets. She felt so proud of him, working so hard to hold back. Well, Christine knew a damn good way to reward him. She crawled over to her husband, but was bowled over as James leapt past her and threw himself right on top of their youngest daughter.

Molly fell back, legs splayed. Father and daughter both groaned as they became one. Christine didn't feel proud of her husband at all anymore.

"Need to... need to take care of our baby first," James said. Christine could only twist her mouth in despair. She noticed her husband reach up and grab their little girl's big tits immediately, almost before he was done slamming his cock home. Taking care of their little girl. Riiiiiight.

"Oh Daddy," Molly sighed as her father filled her.

Christine ground her teeth but what could she say? "Just not inside," she said, "Like before."

"Uh huh," father and daughter said it in almost the same voice. The two of them began rutting in the grass. Grunting and groaning. Molly's thick thighs wrapped around her father, pulling his penis into her pussy as deep as she could. James buried his head in his daughter's breasts. Sucked at the engorged nipples like a baby. Held them like they were more precious than gold.

The two of them fucked like there was nothing else in the world. Made no sounds except the little, uncontrollable elicitations that only came with bodily pleasure. The occasional acknowledgement of who they were fucking, like that was an intrinsic aspect of their enjoyment.

"Oh Daddy," Molly said, "So good. I love my Daddy's cock so muuuuuch."

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"And Daddy loves his daughter's pussy," James said, "Can you show me? Squeeze it for me. Bare down, little girl, like you're..."

"Uhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnn," the coupling couple moaned as Molly squeezed her Daddy's dick with her cunt.

"Oh, that's my girl. That's my baby. Oh, you're doing so good for your Daddy."

Christine did her best not to roll her eyes. Besides, she had a bigger problem. The painful burning in her center was only getting worse. From a blazing fire to a full-on conflagration. Christine reached down to her aching sex and started rubbing. Pinched her erect little nipples. Like before, it barely did any good.

"James...?" Christine asked. Her husband paused mid-fuck to look up. "I'm sorry sweetie I..."

Christine smiled as her husband began backing out of their daughter.

"Daddy no!" Molly cried and clamped her legs around his waist. "You have to help me first. You promised!"

Christine resisted the urge slap her daughter across the face. How dare she even suggest that...?

"It's not fair to your mother, honey," James said. But Christine noticed his butt still bouncing back and forth. "After all, she's my wife."

"I know Daddy. God. I need it so bad."

"I know baby girl. Daddy needs it too," James said. He hefted his daughter's tits for emphasis as he said it. "Maybe you could at least help Mommy out?"

"That's not going to work," Christine said, the frustration of everything pushing the anger out of her. Like her emotions were so massive, she could only hold them in one at a time. "She's terrible."

Molly's face fell and Christine suddenly felt guilty. Alexis and Austin had been so easy to raise. They were real self-starters. But Molly, Christine was constantly having to build the youngest girl's confidence. If the A-kids were steel, Molly was glass. She could break from an overloud shout.

"OK honey," Christine said, "Let's try. But remember, Daddy has to finish in me, OK?"