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.