All Chapters of Daddy one shots: an erotica collection : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

"Kelly, get your lazy ass down here and help me clean this house! Your grandparents will be here tomorrow, and everything needs to be perfect!" Fanny's sharp, exhausted voice echoed up the stairs of her picturesque suburban double story home. An exasperated Fred stood in the hallway, jaw clenched, cock already half hard from days of rejection. How much fucking cleaner did the place need to be? It was Sunday, for fuck's sake. The floors were already clean enough to eat off of. Fanny had been a beauty who readily spread her legs in her day. Then she met Fred's mom and suddenly she turned into whatever the fuck she was now. Whenever Fred's mother, Sandra, showed up or even threatened to make an appearance, Fanny became overly insecure. Like she had something to prove. Fred, who loved her dearly, married her anyway. It was a minor inconvenience. Fanny was a gem the rest of the time. The perfect wife. That is to say it had been a minor inconvenience when they first married. Now Fa

Kelly froze for half a second, then flashed Fanny her sweetest, most innocent smile. "Laundry, mom. The dryer's acting up again and daddy was just showing me how the old thing works," Kelly lied effortlessly, making Fred do a double take. How was she so calm when his heart hammered against his ribs? It took a second, but he backed her up smoothly, forcing a casual shrug before saying, "Yeah, exactly. I should really get you a new one. I was just helping our princess get it going." His voice sounded steadier than he felt, his cock still throbbing angrily in his boxers. Fanny didn't even look that way anymore, so at least there was that. Instead, she sighed heavily, rubbing her temples. The exhaustion and stress of the past weeks were written all over her face. "I'm sorry for yelling, honey. Of course Kelly isn't... hitting on you or anything ridiculous like that," she said with a dry snigger, waving a dismissive ha

Fred guided Kelly down onto her knees on the wet tile floor. He gripped his swollen, cum smeared cock firmly and rubbed the slimy, glistening head across her soft lips. "Open that pretty mouth for daddy, baby girl," he said, all but choking on the guilt, but too horny to pull back. Kelly happily parted her lips and sucked his messy dick deep into her warm, eager mouth. She bobbed her head greedily, tongue swirling around every veiny inch, tasting their combined juices as she jerked the thick base with one hand and fondled his heavy balls with the other. "That's it, baby. Taste yourself on daddy. Fuck, it's been too long since my dick was sucked," Fred groaned in relief and ecstacy. Wet, sloppy sucking sounds filled the shower as she took him deeper, gagging softly when he hit the back of her throat. Kelly wanted to swallow his dick

The next day an embarrassed, exhausted, and heartbroken Fanny was a wreck. If only she knew how to quit competing with Sandra none of this would have happened. Fred had been a good husband. Never once strayed up until now. Fanny knew because of all the effort he still put into their dating and sex life. He always managed to make her feel cared for and wanted. And what did she do? Ignore him to snub his mom. Fanny spent last night in Kelly’s room, forced to listen to her daughter’s loud moans of “Harder, daddy! Yes, daddy, yes! Fuck your whore daughter!" while she cried herself to sleep.She didn't even have the strength to try and talk to them again after all the cleaning. Kelly dragged her feet to the front door when the doorbell rang. She slapped a strained smile on for Vince, then looked about for Sandra. "It's just me, Fanny. Where's my son and beautiful granddaughter?" Vince said jovially, fully accustomed to

"I raised a fucking whore, Ellie. Thank God you're not my real daughter. How the hell would daddy have kept his hands off you when you're constantly begging for this cock?""But daddy—" she tried to argue. A sharp knock on the door made them both freeze for a split second, cutting her off mid sentence. "Ellie? Your college friends are outside waiting for you," her mom called cheerfully from the hallway.Jo's hand clamped roughly over Ellie's mouth just as a moan tried to escape.His hips never stopped, driving into her with short, brutal strokes. "Say you're busy," he hissed against her ear, even as overwhelming shame and sorrow at his betrayal washed over him. His wife, Sarah, deserved better, but Jo just couldn't keep out of Ellie's holes, try as he might. Ellie was his personal cum dump now. He had to keep using her. The obsession, the compulsion, it was otherworldly. Had taken on a life of its own. He had to fuck