Author's Note: The author does not condone in, nor encourage the content found in his stories. Any and all characters are purely fictional. Adults only. If you are underage, or if stories of sex between adults and minors offend you, please leave now. Summary: A father gets an unexpected Father's Day surprise from his wife. Short. (Mf, incest, oral, pedo) I am an average-sized 30-year-old with a wife and daughter. Shoulder-length, brown hair flows down either side of my box-shaped head. Whiskers of hair encircle my pink lips in a fairly thick goatee. A thin, pointy nose is in the center and small, brown eyes are on either of its sides. I half-awoke in the morning feeling someone gently tucking on my boxers. The hands soon pulled my red boxers down to my knees. One hand grabbed my hard cock and began stroking it up and down slowly. I didn't have to guess twice that my wife was giving me one of her "wake up calls". "That's good, Claire," I moaned, sleepily. A long pause, then a very warm, moist feeling soon covered two out of seven inches of my cock. Not opening my eyes, I reached down and pat the cocksucker's head. It was then, I realized that her hair was curly and reached her upper back; Claire has neck-length, smooth hair. Sitting up, I looked down to see the head of my daughter bobbing up and down. "C-Cheryl?" I stammered. Cheryl's large, brown eyes rolled up to me. Other than that, the surprised look on my face was ignored. Her round face was partially hidden by her black hair. Her slim, 13-year-old body from the knees down was lying on the bed, while her long, bare legs dangled. She was wearing a long, white T-shirt that reached down to her thighs and a navy blue pair of pajama bottoms. I looked ahead and saw my wife, Claire, sitting at the foot of the white-sheeted, king-sized bed. Claire's pink lips formed a grin when our brown eyes met. She was a slender, dark-haired woman with a heart-shaped face and the same light skin tone as our daughter. "Happy Father's Day, Doug," Claire grinned. Cheryl repeated the greeting in a mumble. "What are you doing?" I asked in shock. "Our daughter is growing up, Doug," Claire explained. "Her hormones are raging and she's starting to take interest in sex. She's been telling me for a while that she wanted to taste a cock. What better way is there for her to learn than by her own father?" Cheryl pulled off of my cock and said,"You're not mad at us, are you daddy?" She looked into my eyes as if she would cry if I gave her a negative answer. I pet her on the head and replied, "No, Cheryl. I was just surprised." My daughter smiled at me and began to masturbate me with both hands. I remained sitting up, watching her. Her left hand was on top of her right and they moved in unison. Her hands held my cock tightly. She stared in amusement as my purplish head leaked more and more precum. "Am I doing it right, mom?" Cheryl asked, turning her head. Claire looked at me for a response. "Yes, you are," I assured her, causing both females to smile. Cheryl then opened her mouth as wide as she could and lowered it over my cock. Her lips slid down the shaft until its head hit the roof of her mouth. Repeatedly, she bobbed her head up and down the halfway point. One hand masturbated me as she sucked. Her left hand reached under and fondled my sack. "You're gonna make me cum, Cheryl," I announced after several minutes of the triple treatment. "Go ahead, Doug," my wife cheered. "Cum in our daughter's mouth. I explained this to her already, and she wants it. Cum in her mouth." The second she finished that sentence, my hips jerked upwards. My cockhead hit the back of the girl's throat and was immediately covered in a backfire of cum. The back of Cheryl's throat was hit by another spurt, which poured from her mouth and pooled onto the sheets and my balls. Like a trooper, she never gave up, even when three more shots were fired into her mouth. When I stopped cumming, Cheryl pulled back for a brief moment to catch her breath. Her mouth soon wrapped my cock again and her head sunk. I flinched hard when its sensitive head touched the back of her throat. My daughter then backed off and licked the cum off my balls and the sheets. "So, how did it taste, Cheryl?" Claire asked. Cheryl sat on her knees and licked her lips, gathering some drool from her bottom lip. "Not bad," she said calmly. "Tasted kinda like warm milk with salt." All three of us burst out laughing.