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While I was away at college, Mom was sending me regular updates on the progress of my new little sister. She was so excited, and so was Dad. With me heading to college, it was the perfect cure for their empty nest syndrome. She was pretty far along when they finally got the new baby room ready. She texted me a picture of herself, with the message “She’s due any day now, and look! We got her room finished in time! Isn’t it great?!” It was nice to see her and Dad so excited.

I don’t think Dad would be as excited if he knew the baby was mine.

It was the night I graduated high school. We had a party at my house with a lot of the friends I graduated with. It was a great time, and as the night was coming, after everyone had left, my parents came to me with a surprise. “Listen sweetheart. As long as you don’t tell anyone, your father and I would like to have a few glasses of wine with you.” I was all in for getting drunk with my parents.

A couple hours later, my dad had passed out, and me and Mom somehow ended up snuggling together on the couch. I learned later that wine makes Mom’s pussy VERY wet. Being that I was the only conscious cock in the room, Mom decided to use me to scratch her itch.

We drunkenly fucked for hours while Dad lay passed out on the couch next to us. I never knew my Mom was such a dirty fuck. So prim and proper in day to day like, she was the definition of a soccer mom. But she was a slut behind closed doors. She gave me the messiest blowjob I’ve ever had, then rode my cock, begging me to fuck her harder, to treat her like a slut. My memories of the night are mostly a blur, but one thing I remember crystal clear was get pleading with me to fill her cunt with my load.

In the sober morning, we both agreed that we enjoyed ourselves, but thought maybe we shouldn’t do it again. That agreement didn’t last long. Just a few days later, I was balls deep inside of her again while Dad was at work. We spent the entire summer enjoying each others bodies in every position, and every hole, possible.

Just days before I left for college, Mom found out she was pregnant. She knew it was mine, she hadn’t fucked Dad for months. But she told Dad that he and she had sex that night of the party, after I had gone to bed with a headache from the wine. He had no reason not to believe her.

“Daddy, please. I hate seeing you sulking like this.” She pouted, trying to hug me but my arms wouldn’t move to reciprocate. The warmth of her body against mine was a nice feeling, but not enough.

“I’m sorry, honey. It’s not your fault, it’s just a bad day.” I looked at her, still stunned every day at how beautiful she was. Sexy even. A father shouldn’t have such thoughts about his daughter, but I couldn’t help thinking it. I hadn’t been with anyone since her mother, and she was a blossoming young woman. She was often the subject of my late night fantasies.

“Daddy, I’m not going to let you be a sad sack for another birthday!” She shouted, and stormed off to her room. It just made me feel worse. Now she was mad at me. I leaned my head back, and closed my eyes. Maybe sleep would end this day for me.

It was only 5 minutes later that my phone alerted me to a new text message. I reached for it, not opening my eyes, and brought it to my face. From my daughter “Daddy, come to my room please?” I sighed, certain she was going to chew me out some more for not being in a better mood.

When I got to her room, I opened the door and entered. Sitting on the bed was my daughter, her lithe young body completely naked with the exception of a pair of pink and white knee high socks, and a little black collar. The shock in my head preventing my mouth from working, my little girl took the chance to speak instead. “Daddy, I’ve seen you at night. Heard you at night. You think of me how I think of you. You play with yourself thinking of me, just like I do when I think of you.” She stood up, her nude young frame walking towards me, one hand hidden behind her back. “I just want you to be happy daddy.” She revealed her hidden hand and placed a small pink box into mine. Unable to think of anything else to do, I opened it. Inside was just a small pink tag, shaped like a heart. On the tag three simple words were engraved.

“Daddy’s Little Slut”

Will your wife stop acting like a slut now that you’re married?

You were so excited to watch your wife prance around naked in front of your friends and flaunt her bouncing tits. Would they just look, or would they want to touch too?