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A mother and daughter take care of Daddy #motherdaughter #tween #mff #incest #firsttime #virgin
I could never have predicted how things would turn out when I started dating the young red haired mother after my divorce. I had been in a bad mental space after my marriage of 22 years failed. My youngest child was set to go to college and my marriage couldn’t survive the lack of children at home. I suppose things run their course. But in the 2 years that followed, I found myself dating all over the map of available women. From college girls to over fifty women. Each with their own challenges and benefits. But it was Melody that this story is about.
I met Melody through an online dating app. She was a young mother with a ten year old daughter. She’d gotten pregnant in high school and the two of them had been mostly on their own ever since. I’m sure everyone reading this is yelling “Run away!”, and you wouldn’t be wrong. But my knight in shining armor syndrome, my current loneliness, and of course the pictures of the sexy Melody were enough to override my better senses.
It started torridly, we chatted and texted, and in no time she was sending me pictures of her thin pink body, small breasts and shaved mound. Our first date ended with me sitting on her couch in her apartment, and she kneeling before me, wearing nothing but a baby’s bib around her neck that said “Daddy’s Girl”. I’d never been so aroused in my life, feeding Melody her “baby food”. After that night, we started dating, we lived over an hour apart, so I only saw her one night a week and most weekends.
The first weekend that Melody came to my house, her mother couldn’t watch her daughter, so she brought Emily with her. Emily was a cute mini version of her mother. Charming smile, orange hair, pale pink skin, some freckles across her nose and cheeks. Mother and daughter wore matching dresses. Emily took to me immediately and I to her. We set her up in my guest room with some toys and coloring books.
Melody and I were of course horny as hell, having been teasing each other over the phone for the past 3 days. We were over by my bar having a drink and in no time at all we were getting handsy with each other and she’d unbuttoned my pants and fished my cock and balls out the front of my boxers. We were standing facing each other, I was holding up Melody’s dress above her belly button with both hands exposing her yellow print cotton panties. She had a fetish for wearing children’s panties as well as their bibs. Melody pushed the front of her panties down with one hand and held the tip of my cock against her shaved smooth mons with the other. She began to expertly stroke my cock with her small hand. Getting hand jobs was not something, in all my years of marriage and more recent dating, that I’d found to be very effective in getting me off. But Melody had the magic touch, her stroke, her pressure, where she placed her hands, it was simply amazing. Somehow she just knew what to do. She had me panting and shaking in no time.
“Is Daddy going to cum in my panties?” she asked using a childlike tone to her voice. This fucking woman had me figuratively and literally wrapped around her fingers. Her deft hand continued to drive me to the point of explosion. All I could do was stare down in slack jawed wonder, enjoying the view of my thick cock pressed against her bare skin, and smooth slit. In record time, she stroked me to the point of no return.
“Ohhh fuccckkkk” I moaned and spurted my hot cum against her vulva.
“Whatcha doin?” a little voice said, Emily had come up from behind me like a ghost. She leaned over getting a clear view as my second blast of cum painted her mother’s pubis and ran down onto the gusset of her panties. I nearly froze in shock and fear, looking down at the two redheads as they watched my cock spurt.
“Daddies putting cummies in my panties”, answered Melody with a smile and giggle. I couldn’t believe the young mother’s reaction. Not only didn’t she care that her ten year old daughter was staring at a grown man’s cock, she seemed to enjoy showing her daughter.
I continued to groan, and though my veins felt icy chills, my hips continued to buck. Melody continued working my cock and balls, pumping the last spurts of cum out of me, coating her bald cunt in pearly cum and soaking her panties. I leaned back against the bar, light headed, my legs felt like jello as my orgasm subsided.
Melody released my still inflated cock. She held up her dress with one hand and pressed her cum soaked panties against her slit, “So nice and warm” she giggled, and then lowered her dress and smoothed it down. Emily watched in fascination, smiling back at her mother’s obvious glee. The two seemed to share a moment of simple joy. I just panted as blood slowly returned to my brain.
“Time to clean up daddy” chimed Melody, she tugged at my softening cock. She used one hand to wring the last strand of cum from the tip of my cock onto the index finger of her other, and then put it in her mouth and giggled. “Daddy’s cream is yummy!” she shared with Emily. She squeezed my cock again but could only get the smallest drop of cum out of my now deflated organ. “Wanna try?” she asked, holding her finger out to Emily. Both mother and daughter seemed to enjoy themselves without any hint of shame. Emily opened her mouth and let her mother put her cummy finger on her tongue. “Yummy?” asked Melody.
Emily swirled her mouth and contemplated the flavor for a moment and then gave a little smile and a nod of her head.
Melody tussled her daughter’s hair, obviously happy with her daughter’s response.
“Can I get cummy panties too Mommy?” the little redhead asked.
“Not now silly, Daddy needs a rest. Go play with your coloring book”
Emily smiled at me, her front teeth weren’t yet fully grown in, as I put my cock and balls back into my pants. “I like Daddy’s cummies” she giggled and ran off as her mother shook her head in feigned disapproval, a little smirk on her face.
I was bewildered by the entire exchange and rather than say anything, I just made us a drink. Melody and I sipped our drinks, she’d occasionally smile and lift her dress to show me her cummed panties, mentioning how nice it felt to have Daddy’s cum in her panties, or something to that effect.
I later found my fingers sliding over her wet panties. She sat on the bar stool, legs spread wide, telling “Daddy” how nice my fingers felt on her “cunny”. I was pushing her yellow cotton panties with blue print animals into her slit. She had rather pronounced inner labia and one of them had slipped out the side of the panties. She was absolutely gushing with a thick clear grool, easily a match for all the cum I’d dispensed into her panties previously. Her panties were completely sopping wet as I rubbed her thick nub of a clit through the wet cotton. She leaned back, knees spread wide and her cunt out to me. I watched her face and neck become red and blotchy as her orgasm approached. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” she keened and moaned. I kept looking up to see if her daughter was coming to investigate, she was so loud there’s no way her daughter didn’t hear. And then she came, her knees flapping like butterfly wings, her whole body shuddered. I feared she was going to fall from the stool. She finished cumming just as Emily came out to investigate.
I pulled my hand away and turned guiltily to my drink. My cock was rock hard now, and fully recovered from before. Emily came over to her mother, who was still lewdly on display, legs wide, dress hiked up over her panties and one cunt lip hanging out the side of the soaking wet cotton.
“Mommy, your face is all red!”
Melody was still panting and coming down from her orgasm. She slowly closed her legs and sat back up on the stool.
“Daddy was just tickling me,” she answered in a very playful way.
And so it went for the rest of the weekend. Melody would tease me without much concern for where her daughter was. She’d sit on the couch next to Emily and play games, putting their feet in the air or sitting in such a way as to expose their matching panties to me. They had tickle fights and Melody talked Emily into getting me involved in them as well. One or both of them would ambush me and climb all over me giggling. I got plenty of panty flashes, dresses riding up past waists. Plenty of little cunny grinds on various parts of my body while wrestling with them. When I got hard from the frolicking, Melody would squeeze my cock through my pants and say “Daddy’s hard!” or grind on me through my pants and say “Horsey ride!” Before long Emily was doing the same. Either of their hands would seek out my groin while rough housing and cackle whenever they gripped my hard pole. They teased in sing song, “Daddy’s hard, daddy’s hard”, laughing with each other. I often had to defend myself from their groping hands, as my testicles would also be painfully caught up in the game.
Soon after these games, Melody would send Emily off to watch TV or color and she’d fish my erection out and suck me off. Each time she’d revert to baby talk, “Daddy, Melody wants her ba-ba”, “Give me cream Daddy”, or something similar. Each time she’d have my cum gushing into her belly in no time. While I followed her lead and stopped worrying about Emily’s whereabouts, we somehow avoided giving the elementary student another show. At least that first weekend.
The first night’s sleep, Emily snuck into our bed and snuggled up on the other side of her mother. Melody and I were both sleeping in the nude, but Melody just lifted the covers and let her slip under them. Early the next morning Melody climbed on top of me and rode my cock while Emily slept nearby. I turned Melody over and plowed her bald pussy until grunting and filling it with cum. She squealed and came on my cock several times throughout. I wasn’t sure, due to the dim lighting of predawn coming through the curtains, but I think Emily woke up at least once while I fucked her mother.
The two redheads left Sunday afternoon to go home. Dressed once again in matching dresses and panties. Of course they made sure I saw between their legs on several occasions. Once they were gone and I had time to reflect on the weekend, I realized Melody had drained my cock six times over the course of the weekend. Three of those occasions immediately after playtime with Emily. I began to think that she was training me, in a way, to accept her daughter. By using her daughter to arouse me and then satisfying me afterwards, she was programming me to associate pleasure with both her and her daughter. Pretty sneaky mind fuck, I realized. But she was a single mother without two pennies to rub together and I was a fairly successful “Daddy” who could easily take care of the two of them.
This is where most of you are probably shouting again, “Ghost them! Block her number! Nothing but bad can come of this!” And I won’t argue any of that advice. That is exactly what I should have done. But instead I got texts sent to me saying “Emily says she misses you” and “Isn’t she a goofball” with a picture of Emily in the tub with just some well placed bubbles obscuring her more intimate parts. Pictures of the two of them in matching outfits. And of course the videos of Melody masturbating for me and random messages throughout the day like “when is Daddy going to feed his baby girl again, baby is hungry”. She would send videos of her shaving the red hairs from her pussy and then use a red sharpie to write “Daddy’s” on her bare mound. The woman was a drug I just couldn’t resist.
I’d drove out to see her some nights during the week. One such night I arrived late in the evening, after Emily had gone to bed. Melody had greeted me with her “Daddy’s Girl” bib on and nought else. She sucked me off, hungry for Daddy’s cum, then I ate “Daddy’s” shaven pussy while she whimpered through several orgasms. I ended up fucking her to sleep while she clutched a stuffed animal and sucked her thumb while crying out, “Daddy it hurts!”, “Daddy you can’t put that in me its too big!” and the like. Needless to say it wasn’t long before I filled her hungry pussy with cum and then fell quickly asleep.
Somewhere in the wee hours of the night, I was awakened by Emily slipping into bed next to me. I was sleeping on my back and was acutely aware that I lay naked next to the third grader. She snuggled against me with her hand on my hairy chest and I quickly fell back asleep. I don’t know how much after that it was, but I was awakened by a small hand wandering down my belly. Her hand seemed to stop on my hip, her little fingers searching about, probably figuring out that I wasn’t wearing boxers or pajamas. The fingers hesitated on my pelvis, then began to search once more. She halted her exploration again when encountering my pubic hair. She tugged gently at it, cautiously. Meanwhile, my imagination was drawing a picture in my mind of the child’s hand mere inches from my adult cock. It began to inflate. My cock slowly pulsed, lifting its head from where it had been resting atop my balls, sleeping snuggly between my thighs. As her fingers slowly contemplated my trimmed bush, my cock had filled enough to lift clear of my ball sack and pointed lazily down toward my feet.
Emily’s hand began to move once again, downward. Her fingers landed across the base of my cock. The influx of blood became more rapid as I felt her fingers gently squeeze the far side of my cock and her thumb against the near side. I dared not move and tried to maintain what I hoped sounded like sleep breathing. I felt her small hand size up my lower shaft as it rose up to fill her palm. Small fingers and thumb wrapped around it from the top. Her hand was much too small for her fingers and thumbs to reach each other. I stifled a moan, but my cock lurched of its own accord in her tentative grip. She just held it there, feeling the pulse of my phallus against her palm.
I remained still, letting the curious girl’s fingers measure my girth and feel the firmness. Her fingers squeezed gently, but remained otherwise motionless. I almost fell back asleep before her hand continued its exploration. Her hand drifted upward, my cock was rock hard now and pushing up the blankets like a tent pole. The little hand changed its grip from an overhand grip to an underhand grip. The sensitive underside of my cock was now cradled in her palm. Her fingers then glided, so lightly and slowly, up my shaft. The anticipation of her slow movement was excruciatingly sweet. My cock twitched and started pumping precum against the bed sheet. Those little fingers finally made it to the head of my cock. They clearly found the shape and texture of my glans interesting. Little fingertips and thumb squeezed the ridge and pushed against the crown. Fingertips drifted over the top, sliding between the tip of my cock and the sheet, picking up my wet precum. A little finger slipped along the slit of my cock, sliding back and forth across my cum hole. I groaned out loud when her finger unsuccessfully attempted to penetrate it.
I must have groaned more loudly than I realized, for Emily’s hand froze, holding the head of my cock in a rigid grip. I smacked my lips and made sleep-like sounds and shifted my far arm up onto my own chest to seem like I was just shifting in my sleep. Beside me Melody’s weight shifted, I could feel her turn toward me and lift her head. Emily froze, trying the same “pretend to be asleep” trick that I was using. Melody paused and then I felt her hand performing its own exploratory search.
Melody’s hand slipped up under the sheet and over my hip, it moved unerringly to my groin. A quick foray across my balls and then her hand found my rock hard shaft, standing up proudly. Her hand climbed quietly up my shaft and then in a flash, Emily’s hand retracted from the head of my cock. I couldn’t tell if she’d been caught red handed or if she’d escaped just before discovery. I murmured in my sleep as Melody’s hand now replaced her daughter’s over the top of my cock, her fingers glided down my shaft and back up again, then felt around the slick coating of precum over the head of my cock. She seemed to have completed her investigation, her hand retreated and she lay back down in bed. She snuggled up to my left side and draped her arm across my chest.
I relaxed as it seemed the adventure for the night was over. I squeezed a cute redhead to me on either side and tried to fall back asleep. But then I heard a soft whisper in my left ear “Did you like her hand on your cock Daddy?” I gave Melody a little squeeze with my arm but otherwise ignored her. It wasn’t long before I fell back asleep. Sometime later, Emily returned to her own bedroom.
I had to get up early to drive the long drive to work in the morning. My balls ached with unspent semen, charged up from Emily’s late night exporations. On a weekend, I’d be awakened by Daddy’s baby girl nursing on my rod, but we didn’t have time to linger in bed today. I took a quick shower and threw on my work slacks and dress shirt. My cock continued to ache. Melody was in the kitchenette in a robe getting breakfast ready for Emily, who’d yet to rise. I hugged her and my erection was obvious, pressing against her.
“Does Daddy need to cum?” she teased me.
I grunted in response, “so bad..”
Her hands immediately went to my fly, unzipping my pants. I didn’t have any boxers on, as I hadn’t brought an extra pair with me. She eased my pole out and then dragged my balls out too. “Somebody got Daddy’s cock all hard didn’t she?” Her teasing smile was enough to make me think she meant Emily, but I wasn’t sure.
“We need to milk Daddy” she said. Her hand began to expertly stroke my cock. I propped one hand on the counter top and leaned over her as she jerked and tugged my cock. She had me ready to pop in no time. With her other hand she grabbed a bowl of dry lucky charms from the counter and held it at the discharge end of my fire hose. She continued to pump, “Pumpkin need’s Daddy’s cream too.” she stated.
I immediately exploded, I still remember the sound that the cereal made as it was pushed around by my ropes of cum. Melody coated the top of the green clovers and bits of oats with my heavy load, then wiped the tip of my cock off on the rim of the bowl.
I gathered my stuff up and gave Melody one last kiss. As I was stepping out the door, I heard Melody yell, “Get up Emily, your breakfast is ready!” I looked over and saw her set the cum covered bowl of cereal down at Emily’s spot on the table and pour milk on it.
All that day, and for many others, I felt the imprint of that little hand gripping me. I had difficulty concentrating on work. My thoughts would never be the same again.
Over the next couple of weeks, I must have masturbated a hundred times thinking about Emily doing unspeakable things to my cock. Visions of her dipping her spoon into a bowl full of cereal and my cum also kept me aroused.
Melody and I saw each other a few nights during that time and we spent a weekend together, just myself and Melody. Emily stayed with her grandmother that weekend. And the nights I visited, I came earlier in the night, we had dinner together and I drove home without staying over. I never left without getting my balls drained at least twice, usually I’d get a blowjob after arriving and before taking the two out for dinner, then I’d put Melody to bed with her stuffies and my cock before slipping out for the evening. Emily remained uninvolved, except for one time where she peeked out her door while her mother knelt before me in the living room sucking me off before going out to dinner. Melody would shoo her daughter off to her room on those occasions, telling her daughter that she “needed to take care of Daddy before dinner”.
Melody referred to me as Daddy so often that Emily did as well. One night while driving back home from dinner, Emily asked from the back seat, “Why do you always put Daddy’s thingy in your mouth Mommy?” I of course felt a chill come over me and didn’t respond. Melody of course was unphased and responded, “So I can drink Daddy’s cream” she said, and then added with a giggle, “its my ba ba”. She said it in a way that implied she was bragging As if “I can have daddy’s ba ba and you can’t”. I couldn’t help but get erect as I drove.
Emily responded, “Can I have Daddy’s cream?”
“No silly, you could never fit Daddy in your little mouth.” Melody laughed at her daughter. I adjusted the rear view mirror to see Emily’s face, she clearly had the look of a girl who wasn’t happy with her mother making fun of her for being little. Emily wasn’t one to be told she couldn’t do something, she was a determined child.
As I interacted more and more with mother and child, I became aware that what I thought was Melody using her daughter in a way to help bond me to the two of them, wasn’t quite accurate. Mother and daughter acted more like equals and were actively competing for my attention it seemed. Where I thought Melody was showing her daughter off and then taking care of my cock, instead, both Emily and Melody were showing off and Melody was trying to make sure that she was the one getting my final attention, and cum. It was an odd dynamic. Melody sometimes wanted me to adore her daughter, because she wanted me to help take care of her, and at other times the two competed for my attention and displayed various levels of jealousy.
Melody liked to behave like child. A sexually perverted adult child with her own child, but a child nonetheless. Of course you probably figured that out already with the baby bib she wore.
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