Week by week, month by month, life became riskier. Em and her father stole moments of joy whenever they could. On one Saturday, they headed to the mountains for a long walk, except they only got as far as the Premier Inn, a mere twenty minutes from their home, where they checked into a room and fucked each other’s brains out for the duration of their stay.

It was a wonderful day, especially for Em, who had taken the opportunity to cuddle into her father’s body without him penetrating her. She rested with her head on his chest, and her hand gently stroking his flaccid cock, her legs entwined around his, her lower body still glowing with the heat of their frantic exchange. It was just what she needed—a loving moment buried in the turmoil of heated sex.

On their way home, they stopped off at a nearby trail to muddy their boots and trousers and with the excuse that the traffic was horrendous, which added another twenty minutes to the drive home. It wasn’t the traffic, it was the shower cubicle that did it. The moment they stepped inside to get clean was the moment that soapy fingers started to probe into holes they perhaps shouldn’t have, except that Em started moaning at the intrusion. With his sensible hat on, Matt fucked her instead. It would have to wait as they were late enough.

The week saw the inevitable exchange of pleasantries, and while Matt was sexually satisfied more than he had ever been, Em found herself masturbating more frequently. She seemed to rub and stroke herself from one orgasm to the next while she waited for the opportunity to jump her father.

Friday morning arrived, and it couldn’t come soon enough. With her mother on her way to work, a good half an hour earlier than usual, Em rummaged through her lingerie drawer to pull out the red-lace babydoll outfit that her father had covertly bought for her from Lovehoney. She had noticed that her breasts had grown somewhat over the months they had been fucking, and she put it down to the manhandling by her father. She looked into the mirror and smiled as she filled the babydoll.

The stairs creaked, and she knew that her father was going back to bed. It had become a ritual. He would walk past her door, shout that the coast was clear and head off to the marital bed. Em would bounce along the corridor behind him and jump onto the bed just as his cock had become erect. They’d kiss briefly before she’d lower herself onto him. It was all she needed before school, a quick, hard fuck to make her feel happy and content.

Matt got in the habit of letting her take control, do what she wanted to do in the mornings, because whatever it was, he knew she would relish it in the filthiest way possible. He marvelled at the wanton, sexual beast that she had become. Some bloke would be very lucky to marry her one day, he thought. Until then, her pussy was his to suck, fuck and devour.

With the father’s cock spent inside her, Em scooted off to the shower. She paused at the bedroom door.

“Daddy,” she said, “any chance of you giving this some attention one day?” She smiled, winked, pointed her ass in his direction, her finger stroking her little star.

Matt swallowed hard. He never replied. But as she left, he could feel his heart rate pound away ten to the dozen. Suddenly, he wanted her ass. He wanted to push his dick into her. After all, she was the one who brought it up, so she must be curious about it, and besides, it was the one place his wife refused him outright. Tonight, he reasoned with himself, if she gets home from school early.

Matt was in the study when Em arrived home. She could see he was busy.

“You on a call?” she whispered, making the phone sign with her thumb and finger. He shook his head.

“Good, I’m thirsty, fancy a quick blowjob before mum gets home?”

Matt smiled at her, then laughed. He was lucky that it was only the one woman in the household who was a practising nymphomaniac. He didn’t think he could have coped with two of them.

He finished his work quickly and headed off to her bedroom. Em was still in her school uniform. He let out a groan as if to suggest this was not going to last long. She patted the bed next to her.

“Come and sit here, Daddy,” she said in her little girl voice.

Matt sat next to her, and she slipped onto the floor, kneeling between his legs. She pushed them apart and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. He raised his bum off the bed for her to pull his trousers and pants down to the floor. He pulled one leg free so that his thighs could be pushed apart.

Matt looked at his daughter, smiling back at him, “You have such a beautiful cock, Daddy.” Again, that little girl's voice caught his attention as she reached out to grasp his dick.

“It’s so shiny,” she said.

Matt swallowed hard, listening to her filthy words, but that wasn’t the worst of it; the way she looked and acted was delightful, beyond his wildest dreams.

“Can I lick it, Daddy?” The last word was held back deliberately and emphasised.

Matt played along and nodded.

Em started at his balls and licked all the way to the top. She looked into his eyes and as her outstretched tongue flicked his knob. Without warning, she sank her mouth over it and descended his shaft.

Matt’s phone rang in his pocket. The surprise shocked him. He looked at the time and thought his wife should be home anytime soon. Em backed away, allowing him to reach into his pocket to answer it.

“Hi, hun,” he said.

Em bit her lip, knowing it was her mother on the other end of the call.

“Seriously? You’re joking.”

He looked at his daughter and smiled.

At first, Em looked at her father having a one-way conversation with her mother.

“So what are you going to do?”

Then she sank her mouth back over his dick and started sucking. It was such a dirty thing to do, suck off your father while he spoke with her mother on the phone. Matt nearly spurted into her mouth as she started to revive his dick. He couldn’t believe she did it.

“Okay, right, well, it seems that’s the only option.”

Matt wanted to put his hand on the back of her head and push it down over his dick, but he stopped himself.

“Right, ok, that’s sorted then, bye hun. You take care.”

The call ended. Matt put both of his hands on the top of Em’s head and pushed. He fucked her mouth, making her gag a little before pulling her off his cock.

“You’re not going to believe this,” he said, pulling her upwards and moving her so that her legs draped around his waist, her pussy tight against his erect cock.

“What?” Em replied.

“It’s apparently snowing in London, a big downfall that’s been going on since around lunchtime, apparently. The roads and rail tracks are covered, and good old British Rail has cancelled all trains.” 

Matt watched EM’s face, waiting for the penny to drop. It didn’t.

“Your mum is staying at a hotel,” he added.

Em smiled.

“She won’t be home until tomorrow at the latest – that’s if the snow melts.”

Em hugged her father, kissed him, and rubbed her sopping pussy against his cock for good measure.

“Oh-My-God,” she said. “I can’t believe it. We have all night together.”

Matt nodded. His hands grasping both buttocks as she ground into him.

“Strip off,” she said, pushing herself off her father. She started to do the same, discarding her school uniform to the floor of her bedroom.

“Come on, get naked,” she couldn’t wait for her father to catch up, and so she started to unbutton his shirt for him as he limped out of his trousers. She grabbed his hand.

“Come with me,” she led him out of the bedroom, down the stairs and into the kitchen. She put water in the kettle and made him a cup of coffee and a herbal tea for herself.

Matt was perplexed; he didn’t understand why they were downstairs and not in his bedroom. He didn’t understand why her pussy wasn’t overflowing with cock juice by now. This was his Em he was talking about, his little minx.

She sat opposite her father as they drank.

Matt shook his head, “Why?”

“Because we can,” she replied. “We have all night, and we can do ordinary things, but naked. We can fuck on the dining table, on the sofa, on the stairs, and if we want to, in the shower,” she winked at him.

He remembered the wink from earlier that day. It was the same one.

For the whole evening, they remained naked. They sat and ate the evening dinner while naked. At one point, squirty cream was applied to Em’s tits, but not for long as her father’s mouth descended on her nipples. They sat and watched television, naked. Curled up on the sofa together. With her in front, and her father behind, his dick was making itself noticed as it pushed into her back. In the end, he opened her thighs and slotted it between them.

Whatever they were watching was boring. Em eventually turned towards her father, looked into his eyes and nodded. They kissed. Soft kisses at first, becoming more passionate and urgent with their tongues battling towards the end. It was a full-on ten minutes of exquisite kissing, something they rarely had time for in their stolen quests for sexual gratification.

Em loved every minute of their time on the sofa, and so did Matt. His hands travelled all over her gorgeous body, feeling every inch of her soft and pliable flesh until Em slipped off the sofa. She stood up and held her father’s hand, gently pulling him off the sofa.

It was wonderful not having to steal moments alone, but both of them would have been horrified if the door had opened and her mother had walked in. That would have been the end.

Em walked through the house confidently. She led her father up the stairs to the shower room, stopped at the entrance, turned and kissed him once more. Her arms draped around his neck, and his erection pushed into her stomach.

“You know where I want it, Daddy,” she told him.

He spun her around, led her to the sink unit and buried his face in her pussy. His tongue was working its way into her snatch, making her wet and horny. And before she could even release a moan, his fingers held her ass open while his tongue slid into her anus.

Em let out an almighty cry of pleasure. There it was, in her ass. It was something she had been dreaming of more than anything; it was the one sexual act that inspired her masturbation sessions. She looked towards the bottle of shower gel in the mirror while her father ate her ass. He was all over her, relishing in the taboo nature of what was about to happen. Not that fucking his daughter was taboo enough.

Matt stood up, reached into the shower, grabbed the bottle and squirted a liberal amount of gel onto his daughter’s ass.

“Oh! Fuck yeah,” cried Em. “Yes, give it to me, Daddy.”

Matt rubbed it all over her backside until it was slick and slippery. His finger pushed inside her anus. Em cried out once more, the shock of the sudden intrusion catching her unawares, and yet she relished every inch. A second finger joined it, and Matt could think of nothing in the world that was going to stop him fucking her ass. Nothing could stop this now.

Lathering up his dick, he aimed it at her little entrance, rubbing it up and down over the hole that tried its best to remain closed. He pushed. Em gasped.

“Relax,” he whispered.

Em followed his instructions, and she tried to relax, allowing an inch at a time to stretch her anus open and push inside her ass. When it was fully inside, she looked at her father in the mirror above the sink unit, smiled and nodded.

“Fuck me with it,” she commanded.

Matt had never felt so alive. At that moment, with his dick in his daughter’s ass, he almost exploded. The mere act of putting his hands on her hips was enough to make him cum. He pulled out and couldn’t believe that he was pushing his dick back in for a second time.

Em moaned out loud. “It’s beautiful, so fucking nice,” she moaned.

Matt smacked her ass for swearing. She yelped and clenched her buttocks. Her action nearly caused his cock to come free, but he kept it there as he pushed in again.

“Fuck me quick,” she said, “I’ll cum so easily.”

Matt gripped her hips in readiness, and without thinking too much about it, he fucked her ass. Pushing hard into her tight little hole until he could feel his balls come to a boil. Em encouraged him to fuck her harder and faster.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” he shouted. “I can’t hold it in, Em.”

“Good,” she replied, “neither can I.”

They climaxed together, each of them moaning and groaning, her legs started to shake, and she had to hold onto the wash basin as tightly as she could. Her father’s cock erupted in her ass, pushing his seed into the void and then Em screeched, and the juices erupting from her pussy soaked the front of the washbasin.

Matt couldn’t believe what he was seeing as she gushed for him. He made a mental note to make her do that with his face close by so that he could suck up her juices and drink them down, just like she drank his down time and time again.

With his cock slipping from his daughter’s ass, Matt turned her around, kissed her and, tilting his head to one side, asked her how it was.

“Fucking amazing, Dad,” she said, “It was so tight in there, every thrust pushed me further and further. I don’t know which hole is better.”

“Your ass, for sure,” Matt replied, “and I want some of that pussy juice next time we do it.”

They showered. Cleaned the bathroom, just in case, and retired to the bedroom. It could be said that Em couldn’t have had enough sex that evening. After a good oral session on the bed, Em allowed her throat to be caressed with her father’s cum. They both rested for a while before Matt found himself between her legs once more. Thoughts of fucking her ass again filled his thoughts, but he found pleasure in just licking her pussy until she started climbing the walls with yet another orgasm. When she turned over, Matt licked both of her holes, bringing her off even faster.

The night wore on, and the sex got even better with every hour that passed.

It was ten o’clock on Saturday morning when a sound resounded from downstairs, “Hiya, I’m home. Have you missed me?” Sandra shouted.

Em’s eyes opened wide, followed by Matt’s. The realisation on Em’s face as to who she was listening to struck her like a club on the back of the head.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck.” They both cried out in unison. Em jumped off the bed, looked quickly around the room for any signs that would give them away and quickly ran from her father’s bedroom into her own. She made it with plenty of time to spare. She dusted herself down.

Matt grabbed his dressing gown and made sure that the room looked reasonable. The good thing, the only good thing, was that they never wore anything all night, and so no item of clothing would be left behind, but he noted that the room smelled of sex. He quickly opened a window and made his way to the bathroom to clean his teeth, more so to take away the taste of his daughter’s pussy.

He eventually made his way downstairs as Sandra was making a cup of coffee.

“Haven’t you got up yet?” she queried.

Matt shook his head; he’d been up all night, up his daughter's cunt more than anything. They hadn’t stopped as far as he could tell until they eventually fell asleep at some unheard-of hour in the morning.

“Stayed up late watching television,” he told her, thinking how close that was, how it could have been a lot different if his wife had just walked up the stairs and surprised him, them! Fuck, that was so close.

It suddenly dawned on him what a risky life they were leading. And yet, the sight of his loving daughter rocking her body over his hard cock in that bed at three in the morning, her hands flat on his chest, taking her own pleasure with his dick deep inside her, was the epiphany of love. Life couldn’t get any better than that, and then to slip off his dick after she’d climaxed to suck up the remaining spunk before snuggling back into him, left him in a pleasure dome of satisfaction.

The whole evening was just beautiful. He couldn’t remember if he and his wife had ever been like that, in a state of pure bliss. Enjoying their life, their bodies, at all hours of the day and early morning.

He looked at his wife, and then over her shoulder at Em, who walked into the kitchen, wrapping her hair in a towel. Their smiles filled the room with joy.

“We have something to tell you,” said Matt.