Mouthful of Sin, Part 2

Mom finds out about the relationship, and things get even more complicated.

A week had passed since Brianna had discovered a new taste, a flavor that had come to haunt her dreams. She couldn't stop thinking about it, and for several days afterwards she was completely obsessed, hounding her stepfather every chance she got for it's warm, salty taste. It was wrong, and it was dangerous, but Brianna was relentless and Nick couldn't resist anything his little girl asked of him. She had become addicted to the taste of her step-dad's cum.

After sneaking into his bedroom while he slept and sampling the forbidden nectar unbidden, Brianna had learned that she enjoyed the musky flavor far more than she had anticipated. Part of it was the taste. but she knew that an even bigger part of it was simply the act itself. She had always been a bit of a daddy's girl, and Nick had always been an excellent father. Nothing pleased her – or aroused her – more than the look of ecstasy on his face as she pleasured him.

Had Brianna ever found a real boyfriend to experiment with, things may have turned out differently. But she was a shy, reclusive girl who liked to draw, something she was very good at. Dating and being popular, however, was not her forte. Not that this bothered her. She wore thick rectangular glasses, and was fairly short and slightly overweight. She had adorable round cheeks framed by locks of wavy brown hair that never seemed to stay in place. A very cute, very pretty young woman, she had had more opportunities to date than her introverted mind even realized.

Their house was only 4 blocks away from the school, and therefore Brianna had the luxury of choosing her method of traveling there. She was permitted to take the school bus, and during the winter months or very bad weather she would, but she hated it every time. The other option was simply to walk, and this was her preferred method by far. Walking to and from school meant she was in more control of when she arrived at her destination, and she didn't have to deal with the chaos that was the bus ride.

Now that she only had a few days left of testing, Brianna loathed the idea of ever having to ride the big, yellow bus again. She made it through the first day, but on the second and final day of school ever, mother nature decided to dump a deluge of rain on them, complete with thunder and lightning and all the theatrics. Brianna was already at school when it happened, but it still meant getting home.

Her last and final test over forever, her high school career officially done, Brianna looked out the window from the school lobby with despair. The rain battered the front doors and the wind raged, and the few students that had opted to ride the bus hustled quickly to their assigned transports. There was no way she could walk home in this typhoon, and yet she really had her heart set on never setting foot inside a school bus again.

Instead, Brianna knew she only had one other option. She pulled out her cell phone, and scrolled down quickly through her contact list to “Daddy,” then hit the little phone icon. She knew he was home, because he was still working his overnight shifts. And hopefully she had called him early enough that he would still be awake.

And hopefully it was actually Nick that came and picked her up, too. Her mother had the day off today, which she usually did on Fridays. This meant that with both of her parents home, the only logical choice would've been to call her for a ride rather than her step-dad, who was trying to sleep for his night shift. But her relationship with her mother had been strained lately, her eighteen-year old hormones at war with her need to be independent, and she loathed the idea.

Her relationship with her step-dad, on the other hand, had never been so good. She couldn't help but think of him as her 'man' as if they were dating, and she found it difficult to restrain herself when her mother was around. More than once she had been given a hard look when she was acting a little too cute with her stepfather, and there was even one occasion that her mom had semi-jokingly told Brianna to stop flirting with her husband. She was pretty sure her mother was a little suspicious, but she also didn't think her mom suspected anything more than a harmless crush was going on. Or at least, she hoped that was all her mother thought.

As she watched the rain batter the outside of what was until recently her school, she listened to the ringing on the other end of her cell phone. Nick wasn't picking up yet, and she was just starting to formulate a voicemail message in her mind and resigning herself to calling her mother when suddenly he was there.

“Hey baby, what's up?” his voice came through the connection, sounding sleepy and confused. Besides the guilt of realizing she had woken him up, she felt a warm wave of pleasure race down her spine, as she often did these days when hearing her stepfather's voice. “How was your test?”

She smiled, touched that he would ask about her final despite being woken up by his annoying kid. “Hi, Daddy, sorry if I woke you up...,”

There was a rustling sound on the other end, and something brushed against the phone's speaker loudly, making her wince, and then Nick came back on the line. He sounded a little more awake this time. “No, no...don't be silly, baby girl. I was still up.”

This was obviously a lie, but she didn't push him on it. Instead her smile widened. She couldn't believe how sensitive and thoughtful he was. It was something that she had only recently noticed about him, among a lot of other good qualities.

“So listen, Dad...,” she started, looking out the window again. “My test went good, I think I aced it.”

“Good job, kiddo,” he said, trying to stifle a yawn.

“Thanks. But now...I need to come home, but it's really, really nasty outside. You wouldn't want to...I dunno...give me a ride, would you?” Her voice went up in pitch at the end as she adopted her 'begging-to-daddy' tone.

“Uhhh, I guess I can do that. Can't you take the bus, though?” He got out of bed and pulled back the curtains, curious about the weather. Brianna wasn't joking, he discovered.

There was silence for a moment on the other end, and Nick was afraid he had crossed a line. “I...could...take the bus, Daddy...,” she finally said, speaking painfully slowly, which put emphasis on each word. “But I was kind of hoping I could see you...”

Nick sighed. He glanced out the window again, then let the curtain fall back and picked up his pants. “Ok, baby girl. You know I'd do anything for you. Just give me five minutes.”

There was a giggle on the other end and then Brianna cheerfully exclaimed, “Yay! Thank you, Daddy! I definitely owe you for this one. And...I promise to pay you back on the ride home.” She giggled again.

Nick smirked, but his cock twitched at the thought of his stepdaughter's lips wrapped around it once more, hungrily slurping down his cum. “Ok, baby girl. I can't believe you aren't tired of it yet. Becaue you know, there are other things we can do, too.”

Brianna's obsession had grown out of her love for Nick's semen, which did not necessarily denote a sexual relationship. Oral sex, yes, but it was entirely one-sided, and it was the only thing that she was currently willing to do. She had an odd moral compass that vehemently insisted that sleeping with Nick was incestuous and wrong, but somehow sucking his dick was not. This was clearly because she just wanted to do one more than the other and so she made excuses for herself, trying to justify the blowjobs. It was something that Nick was trying desperately to break. If he could convince her to let him fuck her, then he was one step closer to his ultimate goal of getting Brianna together with his wife Zoe, in a mother/daughter double feature.

“I know, Daddy, I know,” she rolled her eyes playfully. “So you keep reminding me. And I promise, when I'm ready I'll let you know. Right now I just like getting my special cream whenever I want.” She giggled again. She leaned against the wall of the school lobby as she talked, and a passing teacher glanced at her before quickly looking away. He had probably assumed he had just overheard an extremely dirty conversation between the teenage girl and her boyfriend. Had he known that she was speaking with her own stepfather he may have raised an eyebrow.

Nick sighed, but he didn't push her. “Ok, Bri. Just think about it, ok? In the meantime, let's hang up so I can come get you. I'm about to see you in a couple of minutes, anyway.”

Brianna giggled once more. She seemed to giggle a lot these days whenever she spoke with her stepfather. “Ok, Daddy. I'll see you soon. Love you!”

“Love you too, baby,” Nick said, and they hung up.

Once he was dressed he left the bedroom, on his way to pick up his stepdaughter from school. He was hoping he could avoid Zoe on the way out so that she wouldn't offer to go herself, which she probably would since he was supposed to be sleeping. Unfortunately, he was not so lucky, and he found his wife standing in the kitchen, preparing something on the counter.

“Hey, babe,” she said as he stumbled out of the bedroom and down the hall. “I thought you were going to try to get some rest before your shift tonight.”

He nodded, then looked at the floor, unable to meet her gaze. “I was, but Bri just called and asked me to pick her up from school. Cause of the weather. She's done with her final,” his voice brightened, trying to sugar coat the conversation without giving too much away. “She said she thinks she aced it.”

Zoe nodded. She was an older version of her daughter, bearing the same round cheeks and the same wavy, brown hair that she typically kept tied up in a ponytail. Her eyes were a more faded blue than her daughter's, the latter having inherited this lucky gene from her real father, but she had the same easy smile and full, kissable lips. Her face bore a few wrinkles but they were only just beginning to show on her 38-year old features, mostly appearing as laugh lines around her mouth and eyes. She was slightly thinner than her daughter but not by much, and her body was still as full-figured and voluptuous. She was a very attractive woman herself, maintaining a perfect blend of youthful enthusiasm and maturity that most men found appealing, and she treated her husband Nick fairly and with respect.

“Well, why don't you let me go and grab her, then? You go back to bed,” she said, coming out of the kitchen and following after him. He was trying to make his way to the front door, hoping that if he just rushed out with a quick lame excuse she wouldn't be able to stop him. Unfortunately, she caught his arm, forcing him to stop.

Nick turned to his wife, unsure of how to weasel out of this. Her face was full of concern for his well-being, and what she said made sense for someone who wasn't planning on getting a blowjob from his stepdaughter. He was going to have to play this one a little bit different. “It's ok, babe, I got it,” he said, and gently pulled his arm away. He rushed over to the front door and began slipping on his shoes. Zoe followed him the whole way, looking confused and concerned.

“But I don't understand why it has to be you going,” she said, sounding slightly irritated now by his obtuseness. “You're supposed to be resting, and I'm not doing anything. Why did she even call you, and not me?”

'Probably cause she knew you'd find something to be yell at her about, like you always do,' Nick thought, but he didn't dare say this loud. Instead, he said, “Maybe she just forgot you were off today. She's gotten used to me being the one at home now during the day. It's not a big deal, I was still awake anyway. It's hard to sleep in the daytime.”

Zoe said nothing, not really accepting this explanation but unable to dispute it. By now Nick had already put both of his shoes on and had grabbed the keys to his truck. All he had to do now was make the sprint from their front door through the pouring rain. Zoe looked out of the door as he opened it, and after seeing just how ferociously it was storming she seemed to lose conviction, no longer arguing with Nick about who would go.

“Well...here I go. Wish me luck,” he said softly, and pushed open the front door. He bolted down the path to the driver-side door of his truck, a small, grey 2019 Chevy Colorado. As he ran, he was completely oblivious to his wife, whom he had left behind in the doorway, her lips still puckered for a kiss that never came.

The rain had lessened somewhat by the time Nick pulled into the parking lot of the high school and swung around to the pick up area, but it was still coming down too hard to walk home and Brianna was grateful for the ride. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw her stepdaddy's truck pull up in front of the curb, and her knees suddenly got weak. She felt nervous and giddy, like she was about to meet up with the love of her life.

As she ran down the path of the school to his truck, her mostly empty book bag clutched against her chest, she saw the silhouette of Nick framed in the dripping wet passenger window before he leaned over and pushed open the door. As she leapt into the cab of his pickup, her heart nearly melted at the sight of him. He was smiling boyishly, a look of pure, innocent joy in his eyes as he watched her. His short, dark hair was also wet, and it dripped gentle droplets onto his muscular chest. His tight white T-shirt was nearly soaked through from his own brief time outside, and his chest hair was faintly visible through it.

“Hi, baby girl,” he said, his eyes full of lust as he looked at his stepdaughter. He had raised her since she was four, and so in both of their minds they were practically blood-related. And yet they had chosen to exploit their one, given loophole. Despite it being incestuous and even feeling incestuous to both of them, they used the excuse of 'not blood-related' as their free pass into the realm of taboo. And both of them were reveling in the depravity of it, treating each other like young lovers on a honeymoon.

“Hi, Daddy,” Brianna said sweetly, her voice taking on a cutesy lilt as she smiled at him. She spoke almost as if she were using baby talk, her eyes bright and full of mischief. “Thank you for picking me up from school...” Her voice trailed off seductively, playing up the little schoolgirl fantasy for him.

Nick smiled as he began to pull away from the curb, driving Brianna away from the high school for the last and final time. Her long, grueling school career had finally come to an end, and he pointed this out to her now. They were open with their relationship when they were alone, and yet Nick still had difficulty transitioning his view of Brianna from a daughter to a mistress.

“Of course, baby girl. That's what parents are for. And that was the last time you ever have to go to that school again! You did it!” His voice was enthusiastic and vaguely phony, the voice of a parent rather than a lover.

Brianna tried again. “Yep, school's out forever. And it's about time.” As she spoke her eyes were locked on her step-dad's crotch. Her words were automatic, just things you say to acknowledge that the other person spoke. “Pretty sure I did really well on all my finals today...”

Nick nodded as he drove. Their house was only four suburban blocks away but it was still raining pretty hard and he was going slow. “That's excellent, baby. I'm sure your mother will be excited to hear...oh, Oh!” and that was when Brianna leaned across the flat console between the seats and reached for the button of his jeans.

He didn't stop her. Instead, he pushed the seat back slowly, offering her up as much room as he could spare while still keeping focused on the road. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly in the perfect 10 and 2 positions, his right elbow tipped up slightly, keeping it out of her way. She pressed her stomach against the console and lie angled so that her face was buried in his groin, as she pulled his thick penis free of his pants. Her gentle touch caused an immediate response, his cock swelling massively in her hand. She gently rubbed her thumb up and down the sensitive underside, watching with fascination as it seemed to move with a life of it's own, before finally opening her mouth wide and wrapping her lips around the warm, pulsing flesh. She pressed her tongue along the shaft and swirled it around, tasting his salty flavor.

Nick let out a moan and bucked his hips, his knees banging the steering wheel and his vision briefly fading. His little girl had become a master at sucking dick, and he knew that it probably wouldn't take him long to release his seed into her eager mouth. She had become obsessed with the taste of his cum, and to this end had gotten extremely good at drawing it out of him. Unless he stopped driving soon he was liable to cause an accident on this rainy, suburban street.

Brianna's hand reached up and joined her mouth, gripping his hard cock by the base. Nick's pants were pulled down just enough to keep him exposed, and as her warm, velvety lips slid up and down the length of his shaft, her soft fingers stroked him in tandem, causing him to cry out again. She let out a long moan of delicious desire, her mouth salivating at the taste of her daddy's firm cock. Every few seconds she would feel it pulse inside her mouth, and she knew his climax was building. The fact that she could pleasure him so quickly and easily sent a warm shiver through her body, her pussy growing wet almost immediately, and she shifted in her seat.

Nick tried to slow down, not wanting to reach the house too quickly, but they were only a few blocks away from the school and living in a very speed-controlled area. It was also a busier time of the day, and several cars were on the road after picking up their own children, which meant that he didn't have much choice on how fast he drove. As he felt his body succumbing to the heavenly sensation of his stepdaughter's mouth on his cock, he found it increasingly more difficult to stay focused on driving, and with the bad weather it was already hard to see. Normally, in this situation he would probably drive around the block several times until he finally came in Brianna's hungry mouth. But right now, he just needed to get off the road quickly, before he actually did climax and cause an accident.

As Brianna's head bobbed up and down in his lap, barely visible over the dashboard, they slowly approached the house. Nick turned on his blinker and prepared to pull in, which made Brianna look up briefly.

“We're just going right home, Daddy?” she asked softly, sounding disappointed.

“No, sweetie. We'll sit in the driveway for a minute. I know you want your special reward for doing so well on your tests.” Nick grinned at her as he pulled up into his usual spot and put the car into park.

She grinned. “Mmm, thank you, Daddy. I love your special cream. I promise I was a good girl and studied hard.” She let her tongue flick over the tip for a moment as she looked coyly up at him, her large black glasses hiding the mischievous expression. Moving slowly, she let her open mouth sink down onto his shaft once more. When she reached the base, her nose buried in his pubic hair, she wrapped her lips in a suction and began to draw on him again, bobbing her head up and down, moving faster now.

Nick's body twitched as she started pleasuring him again, and he threw his head back against the seat, his eyes clenched shut tightly. “Ahhh, baby girl...you make your Daddy so proud...,” he breathed, his voice a harsh whisper. His hips began to thrust involuntarily up into her mouth, and he placed a hand on the back of her head, his fingers curling gently in her hair as he started fucking her face.

Brianna moaned in pure ecstasy as Nick used her mouth as his fuck toy, driving it deeper and deeper into her throat and making her eyes water. He had learned over the past week that she was an absolute slut for oral sex, and seemed to enjoy it more when he got rough with her. Her hand wrapped around his cock again as he rammed it repeatedly into the warm, wet embrace of her mouth, and she felt it throbbing as his orgasm became imminent.

Nick's breathing grew faster and more ragged as he felt the pressure coil deep down in his groin, his member suddenly swelling even larger in his stepdaughter's mouth as he felt himself peak. His cock bulged, and Brianna's eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen. She moaned eagerly as she shoved him further down her throat, eager to swallow every drop of his delicious load and not miss any of it.

As he felt her throat constrict around his length, Nick's climax suddenly crashed down upon him and he let out a long, guttural moan. His cock pulsed in Brianna's mouth as he released spurt after spurt of hot, sticky semen, shooting it directly down the back of his little girl's throat. She swallowed it eagerly, her throat muscles working, whimpering in pure joy as she savored the musky flavor of his seed.

When his body finally began to settle, the occasional shudder wracking his body, Brianna licked up the last few drops of cum from within his softening penis. She squeezed it, stroking it, trying to draw out every last drop and slurping it down eagerly. Nick's breathing gradually returned to normal, and he smiled sleepily.

“You're so amazing at that, baby girl. I love our daddy-daughter bonding time,” he said, his voice sounding groggy.

“Thank you, Daddy. I love it so much. I wish I could just have a big old glass of your special cream and gulp it all down.” Her voice was teasing but sensual. He had the feeling she actually would do that if she had a glass.

“We should go in now, baby. Your mother's in there, and we've been sitting in the driveway for awhile now.”

Brianna looked at the house, her smile fading. “Crap, I forgot she was home today. I hope she didn't see us.”

“I'm sure we're fine,” he said. “You ready to face the rain and run inside?”

She smiled softly. “I guess so. Thank you again, Daddy.”

“Of course, anytime,” he whispered, then he leaned over and kissed her directly on the lips. The kiss was passionate, and they let it linger for a moment. Finally, they pulled away, their gaze lingering.

“We should go,” she said, and Nick nodded. “Count of three?”

Nick counted to three, and together with his stepdaughter they ran inside the house, trying to dodge the rain.

Zoe greeted them both coolly as they rushed inside, dripping wet from even a few seconds outside. They were both laughing, shaking themselves off like a pair of lovers caught outside in the park.

“Welcome home, sweetie,” Zoe said to Brianna, not looking up from the potato she was peeling. Her voice was cordial, and there seemed to be a bristling anger just under the surface that she was barely keeping in check. Nick looked at her with some concern as he hung up his car keys.

“Hi, Mom,” Brianna said, and threw her book bag into the coat closet, where it would be forgotten about until the fall. “I'm finally done with school! For good!” She jumped up and down like a young child, clapping her hands together. Nick smiled at her.

“Yep, and then it's off to college,” Zoe said, still not looking up. She didn't even crack a smile for her daughter's temporary freedom from the school system.

Brianna's smile faded, and she glanced at her step-dad, who shrugged. “Is everything ok, Mom?” she asked carefully.

Zoe didn't answer her this time, simply continued peeling potatoes. She began doing it faster and more violently, scraping off peel and potato alike.

“Mom? What's wro...,” Brianna began, but her mother quickly cut her off.

“I think you need to go to your bedroom for a bit, okay, sweetie?” Zoe suddenly told her. Her voice was singsong, but the darker undercurrent was very clear, just beneath the surface. She stared daggers at her daughter, daring her to argue.

Brianna knew better, fortunately, and she simply nodded her head, her eyes wide. She rushed off down the hallway to the safety of her room, her heart pounding. Thoughts swirled in her head about what could be upsetting her mother so much, and she hoped and prayed that it wasn't the one thing she feared it might be.

As soon as her daughter closed the door into her bedroom, Zoe slammed the peeler down on the counter with a loud clank. The threw the potato that she had been butchering into the sink, where it echoed loudly, and it was only then that she saw the streak of red on it. She had apparently cut herself with the peeler in her fury, and hadn't even noticed.

“Ok...something's up...,” Nick tried, speaking slowly. His heart was racing, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and excuses. He was so afraid of what this was about, so afraid that he and Brianna were caught. She could tell him she was mad about anything he had done, any dirty secret he had ever kept from her, except that one. That was the one dirty secret he shared with his daughter that Zoe absolutely could not discover.

“You...piece...of...SHIT,” Zoe growled, drawing out the words menacingly. “How long? How long have you been fucking my daughter?”

Fuck. So that is what it was about. Nick's heart sank, as he realized that his marriage and the life he had built with Zoe was probably about to end.

“I'm...I'm not...she...,” he stammered, suddenly forgetting all the excuses that were rolling around in his head. Instinctively he took a step backwards.

“Don't you dare blame this on my little girl, don't you dare!” she fumed, and came around the counter towards him. “I saw the two of you, did you really think I wouldn't? You disrespect me so much you actually do these things with my daughter right in front of me? Right there in the driveway, in the middle of the day, no less! Show off for all the neighbors, too, why not?!”

Nick sighed, trying to formulate a story. So it was the driveway blowjob after all. He should've just found a parking lot somewhere. How stupid of him to return home like that.

“Yeah, I saw the two of you,” she said, as if reading his mind. “I saw your truck in the driveway, and I saw you in the driver's seat, but you weren't moving. You had your head back, and I actually felt bad for you....can you believe that shit? I actually thought you had fallen asleep, after all the overnight shifts. And I thought, 'oh, my poor, tired hard-working man!' But then you moved. You jumped, and at first I thought you woke up and were just surprised that you fell asleep. Until I saw my daughter's head come up from your lap. She was facing you, and I've given enough road head to know what the fuck was going on.” She is standing close to Nick now, looking directly in his eyes. “So I'm asking you again...how long? How long have you been taking advantage of my little girl?”

“Zoe, please, listen to me,” Nick stammers, knowing that this was his chance. “It's only been a week now, and the only thing that's happened is a couple of blowjobs. That's all she wants. She...” He stops as Zoe interrupts him.

“Not all you want though, is it? I bet you've been begging her for more, huh?!”

Nick shakes his head, knowing full well that he had done that very thing to Brianna just recently, on the phone. “No. Our daughter is apparently...addicted to the taste of cum. She's been begging to suck my dick. She woke me up doing it the other day. We need to have a talk with her about boundaries, cause honestly, baby, I don't know what to do.” Nick tried to play the victim, knowing full well that he was disposable in this marriage, while Brianna was not.

Zoe glared at him, unsure of how to respond to her husband's accusation. It sounded like the sleaziest lie ever told by a cheater trying to get out of trouble, but it was also such an odd and specific lie, one that included extra details. Fortunately for her, if he was really lying, it should be easy to disprove. She simply had to ask her daughter.

Moving quickly, Zoe made for the hallway that led to Brianna's room. She rushed down it, sparing a glance back at Nick as if she expected him to give chase, and was slightly surprised to see him still standing there.

“Bri, baby, can I come in?” she asked her daughter through her bedroom door. There was a pause, and then the door clicked open. Brianna stood there, looking at her mother sadly.

“What's up, mom?” she asked quietly. The guilt was like a blanket over her face, and her voice was thick with emotion. She looked down at her feet, her eyes briefly visible over the rims of her glasses.

“We need to have a talk,” Zoe said. Brianna looked at her mother, and she knew that she knew. She nodded and took a step backwards, letting her into the room.

Zoe entered her daughter's bedroom, gazing at the walls adorned with various band posters. She had a pink neon light on her dresser shaped like a heart, and it gave off a soft, rose glow that permeated the entire room, dominating even the bright white of her table lamp. She took a seat on the side of bed, and gestured that Brianna should join her.

Nervously, she approached her mother and took a seat next to her. They had to sit very close, their thick thighs and shoulders pressed together in the limited space of her double bed. Brianna was terrified, not so much for her own well-being, but for her step-dad's. She knew that her mother was going to talk to her about their inappropriate relationship, and she didn't want to get him into more trouble than she was sure he was already in.

“Bri...darling, love of my life...,” Zoe started, trying to keep her tone light. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Brianna shook her head and looked at her hands. She wasn't sure what the proper response was.

“Baby, I won't be mad at you. Just talk to me.” Zoe tried again.

This time Brianna did look up, defiance in her eyes. “No, but you'll be mad at him, though, won't you? You probably blame Nick for everything. I bet you think he seduced me or something, like I'm some helpless little kid that he took advantage of.” Her eyes burned as she glared at her mother. “But guess what, Mom? It was me. It was all me. I seduced him....and we're in love.”

Zoe's eyes widened, but she looked more amused than angry. “Is that so? You're in love with him?” This time she actually did chuckle. She went over to the bedroom door and opened it, intending to call to Nick and have him come in. To her surprise he was already standing there, obviously listening at the door, and he smiled sheepishly.

She glared at him disgustedly, then stepped aside for him to enter. Nick walked into Brianna's room cautiously, unsure of what to expect.

“According to your daughter, the two of you are in love.” Zoe said to Nick, her voice laced with poison.

“His 'step' daughter,” Brianna said petulantly from her spot on the bed.

“His DAUGHTER...,” Zoe repeated, emphasizing the word while she stared at Brianna. “You've been his little girl since you were four. You're not seriously hiding behind that title? Somehow it's okay now? No, sweetie, you're never allowed to fuck your stepfather, and that also happens to be the law, too.”

“We never had sex...,” Nick began, but Zoe put a hand up. She tried not to listen, but then Brianna came to his defense.

“It's true, Mom! We didn't! I'm...kind of afraid to. I just really love the taste of daddy's cum. Please, Mom, I just really, really like it. That's it. I'm...,” she looked down at her hands again. “I'm sorry, Mom. Nick's cum just tastes so good. It's not his fault.”

Zoe listened to her daughter, her eyes blazing at first, but they began to soften when Brianna apologized. She looked from her frightened daughter to her equally frightened husband, and suddenly, she felt like the bad guy. Her muscles relaxed and she allowed herself to take a deep breath, coming down from her fury slowly.

“Mom, I'm really sorry. I just wanted to know. The first time I did it, Nick wasn't even awake. It's not his fault.” Despite his role in the family for the last 14 years, Brianna had always referred to him by his first name. Transitioning to the title of 'Dad' had never felt natural, and it wasn't until recent events that she had found another reason to call him 'Daddy.' But that was just between them.

Zoe sighed and lowered her head, seemingly lost in thought. Nick looked over at Brianna and tried to offer her a reassuring smile. She smiled back gratefully. He wanted nothing more than to sit next to her on the bed and put a comforting arm around her, but obviously that would only exacerbate their situation.

Finally, after several of the world's longest seconds, Zoe looked up at her daughter, her jaw set and a look of determination in her eyes. “You say you love the taste of your daddy's cum? That's what this is all about?” Her look was hard and unforgiving, and Brianna cringed under her intense stare.

Looking back at her hands, unable to meet her mother's fiery gaze, Brianna nodded gently. “I do. I just...,” she shrugged. “I don't know....it just tastes good.” She stumbled as she spoke, afraid of what her mother would do next. “I'm sorry, Mom...”

Zoe shook her head dismissively. She looked at Nick next.

“Go sit on the bed next to your little girl,” she said coldly, not really giving him a choice in the matter. He obliged, deciding that the smart move would be to do as he was told right now.

When they were both seated, looking up at Zoe with matching expressions of guilt and fear, she finally let out a chuckle of her own. The sound chilled Nick's heart. When an angry woman laughed, it was usually a good idea to run. And yet, he was trapped.

“So...,” she smiled down at her daughter. “You love the taste of cum.”

Brianna started to nod, then corrected her softly. “Daddy's cum.”

Zoe nodded. “Right, right. You only love your daddy's cum, huh? And that's because you're both in love.”

It was Nick's turn to protest. “What? Wait, no...we aren't in love like that. This is just a physical thing because she loves the taste so much. I swear...!”

Brianna eyes widened at this revelation, but she said nothing.

“Oh ho, so he doesn't love you back! You hear that, baby? Just like a man, he lets you pleasure him but he doesn't actually love you.” Zoe said, twisting his words.

“That's not what I meant and you know it. I love her, but that doesn't mean I'm IN love with her.” Nick said.

Zoe stood there, considering. As far as she could tell there was only two ways this situation could go. Either she divorce Nick and get him as far away from her daughter as possible. Or...

“Show me,” she said, turning to her daughter. “Show me how you do it.” She paused, giving them both a moment to register what she said, for it to seep in. “Believe it or not, but I've given a lot of blowjobs to your daddy. I've learned a few tricks that I know he likes.

There was a long pause in the pink-hued bedroom. Neither Nick or Brianna dared to move, sensing some sort of trick. Surely Zoe didn't mean it when she told her daughter to demonstrate her technique, especially since she wanted her to show her on her own stepfather.

It was Nick that finally broke the silence. “Zoe, babe...stop, please. You don't have to do this....”

Zoe shook her head vigorously, denying his words. “No...no we do. We all need to do this if we want to stay together and be a big, happy family. And I don't want a divorce, do you?”

Nick shook his head. Of course he didn't. But this was madness.

“Then I want to see it. I want to know how good my little girl is at pleasuring a man.” She looked firmly at her daughter. “Get down on your knees, Bri. I want to watch. It's lesson time.”

Trembling and unsure, Brianna slid down to the floor, getting on her knees in front of her step-dad. She knelt in front of him, then ever so slowly reached up and attempted to unfasten his pants. Nick helped her, gently taking over for her shaking hands and opening his pants himself.

“Is this really what you want, babe?” he asked his wife. As he lifted himself up and pulled down his pants with Brianna's assistance, he looked hard at her. Zoe's face was set, the look in her eyes a strange mix of angry determination and something else, something more primal, and he realized suddenly that she wanted this, too. Some part of her was craving the taboo, and actually wanted to watch her daughter pleasure her husband. Was desperate for it, even.

The thought caused a stirring in Nick's groin, and his cock began to swell right in front of them. Brianna stared at it hungrily, fascinated, and Zoe nodded her affirmation. “It is. I want this, and I can see that you do too.” Her voice was a husky whisper, her growing arousal evident in her new, sensual tone. Her nipples poked against the inside of her shirt, exposing themselves in firm little points, and her breathing grew heavier as she watched her daughter move into position. Nick spread his legs, providing Brianna with better access to his cock, which was now large and firm in front of her.

With a look of determination, she leaned in, her pink lips parting to wrap around the swollen head of her step-dad's cock. Zoe felt her own pussy clench at the sight of Brianna's soft, wet mouth engulfing her husband. She watched as her daughter started slowly, her saliva coating his shaft more with each gentle suck, her tongue swirling around the tip as she took him deeper and deeper.

Nick's eyes rolled back in his head, a low groan escaping his throat as he savored the feeling of Brianna's warm, eager mouth. Zoe reached out and began to stroke her husband's hair, watching the tension build in his stomach muscles, causing them to clench and unclench enticingly. She leaned closer, her eyes locked onto the erotic scene playing out before her. The way Brianna's brown hair fell in soft waves around her face and her large, nerdy glasses, framing the picture of innocence corrupted.

"That's it," Zoe encouraged, her voice a breathy whisper. "Take it all in, baby. Make him feel good." Brianna's eyes widened slightly, her lips glistening with saliva and precum. She nodded, her mouth moving faster as she took more and more of Nick's length. Zoe could see the veins pulsing along his shaft, could see his hips pumping involuntarily against her daughter's face.

She leaned in closer, getting down on her knees next to Brianna as she offered tips in a low, steady voice. "Use your hands, honey," she instructed, watching as her daughter's fingers wrapped around the base of her husband's cock, her thumb tracing the sensitive underside. "It's all about the rhythm. Keep it smooth and steady, just like that."

Zoe watched with a critical eye, making sure every stroke of Brianna's tongue and movement of her lips was perfect. But her patience was waning, her own arousal demanding more than just a voyeuristic role. She abruptly pulled her daughter's head back, Nick's cock slipping out of her mouth with a wet pop. "Enough," Zoe said, her tone firm. "Now, watch me."

She took hold of his cock and brought it to her lips, sucking with a passion that left Brianna feeling both envious and repulsed. Zoe looked up at her husband, her eyes smoldering with lust as she worked his cock with fervor. Brianna couldn't help but stare, transfixed by the sight of her mother's mouth stretched wide around her stepfather's thick shaft. Zoe's head bobbed up and down, her throat convulsing around the length of him.

But she wasn't content with just giving a show. She wanted her daughter to be an active participant, to learn from the master. With a sudden jerk, Zoe pulled away from Nick's cock, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to his glistening tip. "Now, Bri," she panted, "it's your turn. Make your Daddy happy." She pushed the girl back down, her hand guiding his cock back to Brianna's mouth.

Zoe watched, her eyes hooded with lust as her daughter's pink tongue circled the head, her cheeks flushed with a mix of humiliation and excitement. "Good," she moaned, one hand stroking the base of Nick's cock, her other hand reaching back to fondle one of her own breasts. "Now, suck it like it's a lollipop. Make it nice and clean for Mommy." Brianna's eyes watered again, but she obeyed, her mouth closing around his cock with renewed fervor.

As she worked on her stepfather's member, her throat constricting around him instinctively, a soft moan escaped Brianna's mouth. Suddenly, Nick's body tensed, his breath coming in sharp gasps, and they both knew he was close. "Oh, yes," Zoe murmured, her own breath hot against Brianna's ear. "You're making Daddy cum."

And with that, Nick's cock pulsed in his stepdaughter's mouth, sending a hot jet of cum shooting down her throat. Zoe's grip tightened, her hand moving in rapid strokes along his shaft, urging him on. She pulled it out of her daughter's mouth just as another spurt shot out, landing on Brianna's cheek, followed by a third, which Zoe caught in her hand and brought to her own mouth.

With a groan of pleasure, Brianna reached up and wiped the streak of semen from her cheek and shoved it between her lips, sucking eagerly. As she moaned over the familiar salty taste, her mother suddenly leaned in and licked her, slurping up the last bit of sticky residue left behind.

They then turned as one, mother and daughter, and gazed hungrily at Nick's glistening cock for a moment before both of them pounced on it, their lips wrapping around the side of his shaft, their tongues flicking out and gathering up every bit of cum that oozed out of the tip as Zoe continued to squeeze the base. She moved her hand in a stroking motion, trying to coax out every last drop, and her daughter placed her lips around the head and let her mother push it directly onto her tongue.

Finally, his seed spent, the girls let go of Nick's cock and let him catch his breath. He sat back on Brianna's bed, his dick now wet and limp as it rested on his stomach.

Zoe looked at her daughter, who was licking her lips, eagerly tasting every last bit of her stepfather she could find. She smiled. “That was incredible,” she whispered. “You're such an excellent little cocksucker, sweetie.” She reached up and lightly stroked Brianna's hair affectionately.

Her daughter shrugged. “I told you, I just really like the way it tastes.”

Zoe laughed softly. “I guess you do. And I understand. Your step-dad's cum is...sweeter...than most guys. I don't know why that is but it's true. I guess every guy tastes different.”

Nick sat up, a sleepy grin on his face. He had been listening to their conversation. “Is that really true?” he asked. “Do I taste better than other guys?” There was a weird note of pride in his voice as he asked.

Zoe chuckled and nodded. “Yes, dear. That's why I married you, your sugary sweet cum.” This time they all laughed at her sarcasm.

“Thank you for understanding, Mom. I'm sorry we didn't tell you.” Brianna said after, but Zoe dismissed it with a wave.

“I understand, baby. But now you know that it's ok to come to me. We can do these things together, as a family.”

Brianna nodded, and Nick shook his head. “I'm sorry too, baby,” he said quietly, but Zoe shushed him as well.

“You can tell me you're sorry another way,” she said firmly, and looked down at his sticky, wet member, now shriveled and asleep.

Nick caught her glance. “Baby...I don't know if I can do that right now. The two of you just sucked the life out of me,” he said and smiled weakly.

Zoe chuckled, then stood up and unbuttoned her own pair of shorts. She pushed them down seductively, her hips swinging back and forth as she wiggled them free, and finally she let them drop to the floor. Her panties were bunched up inside of them, damp and fragrant from her arousal. She stood bottomless in front of her family, her pussy glistening and pink and surrounded by a fine patch of curly brown hair.

“It's okay, baby, your daughter is here. I bet she can get you hard again. Right, Bri?” Zoe looked at Brianna with a mischievous smirk.

She nodded, the faint trace of a smile at the edge of her lips. “Sure thing, Mom,” she said, gripping her stepfather's cock again in her soft fingers. Nick looked down at her, her face still sticky from his cum, her forehead slick with sweat. Her nerd glasses had slid down her cute nose, making her look disheveled.

As she took her father into her mouth once more, letting her tongue swirl around the sensitive underside, she felt him respond almost immediately. Nick cried out softly as the warm, wet embrace of her lips began working his shaft again, and she could feel him pulsing and growing with every soft suck.

Zoe, in the meantime, had crawled onto her daughter's bed next to them. She moved on all fours, letting her ample tits dangle, and she positioned herself so that they were close to her husband's face. As Nick moaned with renewed pleasure from his stepdaughter's mouth on his organ, Zoe pulled out one her breasts and pressed it into his mouth, squeezing the nipple and scraping it against his teeth. She had never been so horny in her life, and the fluid was dripping down both of her warm thighs as she moved.

Nick's body began to flex, his hips pumping slowly against Brianna's face as she sucked him off. His cock had grown huge and firm once more, and Zoe could tell that he was approaching his climax. She leaned forward, placing a firm hand on her daughter's shoulder. "That's enough, sweetie," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "It's Mommy's turn now." Brianna looked up, her eyes glazed with a mix of confusion and desire, and reluctantly pulled away from her stepfather's cock.

Zoe didn't waste a moment. She straddled her husband's hips, her legs strong and sure as she positioned herself over his erection. She took his cock in her hand, guiding it to her entrance, and with one smooth motion, she impaled herself on him.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt him fill her up, the sensation of his thickness stretching her walls almost too much to bear. She began to rock back and forth, setting a rhythm that her husband eagerly matched. Brianna's small bed squeaked in protest beneath their combined weight, but they were too lost in their passionate embrace to care.

As her parents began to fuck on her bed, Brianna wasn't sure what she was supposed to do, until her mother looked back over her shoulder and ushered her over. She stood up and moved close to her mom, still grinding on Nick's thick cock, and she couldn't help but stare as it slid in and out of her mother's body with a wet, squelching sound.

Zoe's movements grew more erratic as she approached her climax. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her moans filling the room. Nick's eyes remained glued to her bouncing tits, his hands gripping her hips tightly. The wet slapping sounds of their bodies echoed off the walls.

Her mother's eyes locked onto hers, and Brianna knew it was time. As Zoe's orgasm washed over her, her body trembling and convulsing as she cried out in ecstasy, Nick's grip tightened, his own release imminent. Brianna watched, entranced, as her mother's pussy clenched around her stepfather's cock, the muscles visibly spasming with every wave of pleasure. Her mother's face was a picture of pure bliss, her eyes screwed shut and her mouth open in a silent scream.

As her orgasm finally began to subside, Zoe became aware of the impending climax building in her husband's body. She felt his cock swell even larger inside her, the pulsing of his veins a clear sign that he was close. With a cunning smile, she pulled him out of her, his shaft glistening with her juices. She leaned back, her breasts heaving with every breath, and held her daughter's gaze. Nick watched as she beckoned their daughter closer, the girl's cheeks still flushed.

As her mother pulled his cock from her dripping pussy, Brianna leaned in eagerly, her eyes never leaving the pulsing shaft. She parted her lips, her tongue darting out to catch the first bead of cum that appeared at the tip. The mother's hand remained wrapped around the base, stroking him gently as she directed the flow into her waiting mouth.

Nick's body tensed, his toes curling as he felt the first spurt of hot semen shoot out. Brianna took it all, her eyes widening slightly with each new burst that filled her mouth. She swallowed hungrily, savoring the salty taste as her mother's hand worked him, milking every last drop from his body.

Zoe's gaze was intense, enjoying her husband's reaction as he emptied himself into their daughter's mouth. She leaned back, her breaths heavy and ragged, as she watched the girl's cheeks bulge with his cum. She felt his cock pulse one final time before it began to soften, and she pulled it away from her daughter's lips with a pop. The girl sat back, a satisfied smirk on her face as she swallowed down the last of her stepfather's seed.

“How did you like that, sweetie?” Zoe asked her daughter after she was sure she had finished swallowing. “I let you have that entire load all to yourself.”

Brianna nodded, smiling wide and blushing furiously. “I know, and it was delicious. Thank you, Mom, you're the best.”

There is a soft groan from Nick, and he attempts to sit up, his muscular body covered in a sheen of sweat. “I have to agree,” he says, his voice weak and breathless. “You are the most amazing wife a guy could ever ask for.”

Zoe grins. “Yeah, and don't you forget it, mister.” She stands up and begins to pull her pants back on. “Remember this the next time you decide to fool around with our daughter behind my back. Next time, stop and think, 'maybe Zoe would like to get in on this,' okay?”

Nick can't help but laugh. “Okay, baby. I'm sorry. Next time we'll be sure to include you too.”

Brianna is smiling, only partially listening to her parent's taboo banter. When her mother let go of her step-dad's cock, it had flopped down onto his thigh. Gravity had now caused a long bead of semen to ooze out of the tip, and she was staring at it with a fascinated hunger.

Zoe turned and headed for the door. “I need to go finish making dinner.” She said, then looked at her daughter. She followed her gaze to her husbands' dripping cock and smiled.

“If you want to clean up your daddy beforehand, you still have time.” She said coyly, and Brianna turned and smiled mischievously at her. “Just don't fill up too much. You'll spoil your dinner.”

Zoe then turned and left the room, leaving them both alone. Brianna turned and looked back at her stepfather, the hunger in her eyes unmistakable. “You know, I think maybe I do want to spoil my dinner,” she whispered, and with that she lowered her head once more.