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 Title: Webcam Daughter


Summary: Lactating daughter, curious mother, reluctant father.


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot,sex





   Bill and Melinda went to bed that night with a laptop.  They were about
to engage in their new favorite activity; performing oral sex on each other
while watching live webcam porn.  They had an account, so they sometimes
liked to chat with the performers and often tipped generously.

   Melinda had the pleasure of going first.  With her head propped back
against the pillow, she laid the laptop on her stomach and watched a live
webcam performance of a couple from France engaging in oral sex.  All of
this happened while Bill was between her legs eating her pussy.

   After she came, it was Bill's turn.  They switched places and he
searched for something he'd like, while Melinda got to work sucking his
cock.

   "Find anything good?" she asked, in between sucking.

   Something caught his eye.  "I believe so.  A lactating college girl in
her dorm, while her roommate is out.  Hmmm...  There's a unique
combination."

   Part of the reason he clicked on that model was because, as a doctor, he
did a lot of research in the field of lactation, creating new drugs to help
nursing mothers.  Also, the cam model was from the same state as them,
Massachusetts.  To his knowledge, there weren't a lot of adult performers
in this area.

   Bill just laid back and enjoyed the feeling of his wife sucking while he
enjoyed the live show on the laptop

   For the next few minutes, he carefully observed the cam model nursing
from her own breasts, shooting milk into a cup, then pouring it on her
breasts and pussy.  Needless to say, it had a profound impact on him and he
was close to his release.

   Melinda sensed this and sucked and stroked faster.

   Bill was suddenly struck by a powerful realization as he continued
observing the cam model.  The model's body looked all too familiar.  So did
the background dorm room, which actually looked like a real dorm, as
opposed to a staged set which many performers use.

   In fact, Bill was certain he had been to that dorm room just a few short
months ago.

   He was about to push his wife away, when suddenly she sucked and stroked
furiously, making him cum.  Bill gave up the fight and just enjoyed it, but
at least he was able to peel his eyes away from the screen.

   "What's gotten into you?" Melinda asked when the job was finished and
she slurped everything up.

   Bill spun the laptop around to show his wife.

   "Look at the background," he said.  "The dorm.  Look at her body.  She's
also from this State.  Seem familiar to you?"

   Melinda's jaw dropped.  "Oh...  my...  god..."

   ***

   It was 10 pm by the time Tiffany finished her webcam show on her dorm
room bed.  This was a new venture she enjoyed exploring while her roommate
was out.  It gave her a thrill which couldn't be replicated anywhere else.
And it also helped her explore her sexuality in ways she never thought
possible, which as a young woman, was very important to her.

   Tiffany dried her wet nipples along with the fluids between her thighs.
Her roommate, who was out with an Advance Calculus study group, would be
back soon, so she needed a quick shower.

   After quickly rinsing and drying herself, she crashed in bed and checked
her laptop again.  As expected, there were plenty of accolades and extra
tips from her adoring fans, who sent messages on her webcam account, as
well as a gmail account she set up for this.

   Her phone buzzed.  It was her mother.  Tiffany was surprised since she
knew her parents usually went to bed early.  She hoped it was nothing
serious.

   "Hey mom," Tiffany answered.  "Everything okay?"

   Mom paused awkwardly.  "Everything is fine, dear.  You're still up?"

   "I could say the same about you.  Yeah, I was just checking messages. 
And you?  How come you're still awake?"

   "Well, there's something we've been wondering," mom said after another
strange pause.  "When you came home three weeks ago, did you...  look
through your father's things?"

   "What are you talking about?"

   "In his home office, I mean.  Did you happen to browse or inspect any of
your father's material?  I know you're impressed by his work and your
father has always been very proud to show you his research items."

   Tiffany knew right away what her mother was talking about.  There were
tons of different experimental medications stored in dad's home office. 
Unless dad personally counted them, how would anyone know that a few were
missing?  Tiffany wondered.

   "What are you trying to say?" she replied coyly.

   "Maybe this is just a misunderstanding," mom replied.  "At least I hope
it is.  What's your schedule tomorrow?  Are you busy all day?"

   "I only have classes in the morning, so I'm free in the afternoon and
night."

   "Do you think you can make the two-hour drive and come home?  I'll pay
for gas and I'll be sure to cook all your favorites."

   "Sure thing," Tiffany answered.  "I can be there by lunch."

   "Great.  We can talk privately while your father is at work.  Then you
can head back to your dorm afterwards with plenty of food."

   "That sounds good.  I can taste it already."

   They said their goodnights, and after hanging up, Tiffany wondered what
mom had in store for her.  Could mom really have found out?  Or was this
some all some sort of mixup, and her webcam secret was still safe?

   ***

   Melinda cooked several servings of chicken parmesan and other delicious
entrees.  She had butterflies in her stomach all morning, wondering how on
earth she was going to approach this delicate subject, which no mother
should ever have to discuss with her daughter (at least in her world).

   It was 11:43 a.m.  when she got a text from her daughter that she had
arrived and had just parked in the driveway.  Melinda opened the front door
and they gave each other a customary big hug.  It had been three weeks
since they had last seen each other, and to Melinda, that felt like
forever.

   They made small talk and sat by the dining table next to each other
before lunch would be served.

   "I'm sure you're wondering what this is about," Melinda said.  "It's the
only time I've ever asked you to come home so abruptly."

   Tiffany sighed.  "I confess.  The last time I was here, I did look
through dad's things.  But that's because he loves showing me and I love
learning.  And I did have a look at his stuff when he wasn't around."

   "Oh really."

   "Yes, really.  I want to be every bit as smart as he is.  I want to be
one of the top female researches in the country someday.  But if you're
implying that I stole dad's research and passed it along, then
that's not true.  I would never ever betray dad like that, if that's what
this is about."

   "Tiff, I'm not suggesting that your father's research was stolen,"
Melinda said.

   "No?  Then what's this about?"

   Melinda gulped.  "This is painful for me to ask, but did you take any of
your father's medication?"

   "Why would I take dad's medication?  That doesn't make sense."

   "Let me clarify," Melinda gulped harder.  "Did you take any of your
father's research mediation.  The one which induces breast milk, sitting
in your father's home office.  Have you ingested any of that?"

   When Tiffany was completely flabbergasted, Melinda immediately knew it
was true.  She knew her daughter all to well.  And there was no denying
this.

   "I...  I..." Tiffany stammered.

   Melinda touched her daughter's shoulder.  "You don't have to say it. 
Actually, I understand.  You're a smart girl and you possess your father's
intellectual curiosity."

   "So you're not mad?"

   "That you secretly took your father's medication?" Melinda asked
rhetorically.  "No, I'm not mad that you did that.  I understand.  But
there is something else on my mind."

   "Tell me."

   Melinda tensed.  "This is difficult for me to say."

   "I drove two hours to be here," Tiffany pointed out.  "We might as well
get this over with."

   "Fine.  Do you perform on a webcam?"

   Melinda looked her daughter straight in the eyes and saw nothing but
shock in return.  The truth was, they were both equally mortified by having
this conversation.  But it had to be done.  As a loving mother, Melinda had
no other choice but to confront this head on.

   "How did you know?" Tiffany asked with a deflated tone, making no effort
to deny this.

   "That's not important, Tiff.  The important thing is, what on earth are
you thinking?  This isn't how we raised you.  You're smart, talented, and
very attractive.  There's no reason you should--"

   "Mom I..."

   "Don't cut me off," Melinda re-asserted herself.  "This is important. 
You're an amazing young woman and you have the whole world ahead of you. 
Have you officially lost your mind?  This could be uploaded to the internet
or some popular porn site, and it would be there forever.  You could be
recognized someday when you have a career."

   Tiffany's natural reaction was to just break down and cry.  And she was
well on the verge of doing so.

   Until...

   Tiffany sharpened her eyes instead of shedding tears.  "I never showed
my face.  And last night you called me right after I logged off.  When you
called me yesterday, you weren't entirely sure that I had taken dad's
research drugs."

   "What's your point exactly?"

   "You watched me." Tiffany's lips formed a mildly-deviant smile.  "That's
how you knew about this.  You saw my cam show and somehow recognized that
it was me."

   Melinda threw her hands up.  "Oh my god.  Is this really the main
issue?"

   "Mom, trust me, I'm extremely protective and careful with my identity.
No one will ever know it's me.  Except for you.  And the only reason you
recognized me is because you know how my body looks and you've actually
been to my dorm room."

   "Along with the breast milk," Melinda reluctantly pointed out.  "That's
how we initially caught on."

   "We?  Meaning, you and dad watched me?"

   "Okay, Tiff, you're the one on trial here.  Not me, and certainly not
your father.  The only person who should be interrogated here is you, and
you alone."

   "But why?" Tiffany asked.  "You and dad watch porn late at night,
apparently.  Yet I'm the one who's getting scolded?  Face it, you and dad
are porn lovers."

   "That's different."

   "How?  Sex and porn aren't bad things."

   Melinda sighed.  "You're our daughter."

   "Look, mom, no one will ever find out that it's me.  I'm extremely
careful."

   "Are you saying you actually want to continue this?" Melinda asked
incredulously.

   "It's my body, my choice."

   "Unbelievable."

   "Let me put it like this; why were you and dad watching the webcam site
last night?"

   "That's none of your business," Melinda shot back.

   "I'll answer that for you.  You were both horny and wanted to watch
porn. I get that it can be embarrassing, but human sexuality is normal and
a part of life.  Don't be ashamed of it, even with me.  Trust me, I get
emails from couples all the time who tell me how much I've 'assisted' their
love lives."

   "Oh god."

   Tiffany touched her mother's hand.  "Please don't be mad.  I'm not
trying to be a rebel or anything."

   "Then why do it?  Why?"

   "Honestly, you'll never understand.  Unless..."

   There was a gleam in Tiffany's eyes and Melinda knew that mischievous
look all too well.

   "Oh no," Melinda said, shaking her head.  "No.  Tiff, no."

   "Does dad also know it was me on cam?"

   "He was the one who recognized you first.  The breast milk part
intrigued him, then he noticed the background items in your dorm room.  We
thought it was best if I was the one that confronted you."

   Tiffany gave a sly smile.  "Instead of confronting me, join me."

   "You are officially insane.  Do you realize that?"

   "Mom, when it comes down to it, we both enjoy porn.  It's as simple as
that."

   "No it's not."

   "No?" Tiffany questioned.  "When you and dad watched me, what were you
two doing?"

   "Tiff, that's none of your business.  I refuse to dignify that with an
answer."

   "I thought we were having an honest conversation?  Tell me, mom, what
were you and dad doing?"

   Melinda sighed harshly.  "Laptop in bed."

   "Oh?" Tiffany said with an eyebrow raised.  "Do either of you have an
account?  Or do you just browse for free?"

   "We use the same account."

   "Who's normally in charge?"

   "We take turns," Melinda hesitantly admitted.  "It was your father's
turn to browse, and he showed me afterwards, but much too late."

   "What does that mean...." Tiffany stopped dead in her tracks.  "Oh wow.
Okay.  I get it.  Nice work, mom.  You were going down on dad while he
watched me on cam, not knowing it was me."

   "I need a full glass of wine after this conversation is over."

   "No, what you need is more excitement in your life.  Join me.  I'm
serious.  It's easy to register as a cam model.  No one will ever know. 
You don't have to show your face."

   Melinda ran her fingers through her hair.  "I can't believe we're
talking about this."

   "It's a recommendation.  If you and dad are looking at cam sites, it's
because you're missing something in the bedroom, or you want to enhance it.
Either way, it's a great thing.  You and dad have been together for so long
and this will be something exciting.  And you'll understand why I do it."

   "Look, we'll forget this conversation ever happened.  I won't ask you
why you do this.  And you can stop asking me to join.  Deal?"

   "Deal."

   "And please, I beg you, don't get caught.  Don't let your identity ever
leak online.  Above all else, don't do anything crazy that would
potentially put you in harm's way."

   Tiffany rubbed her mom's shoulder.  "I swear.  Believe me, I'm extremely
careful and my safety is the highest priority."

   "Smart girl," Melinda replied, breathing a small sigh of relief.  "I
don't approve of this, but you're an adult now, and I have to respect your
wishes since you're at least exercising safety."

   "One last thing."

   "Yes?"

   Tiffany flashed a shy expression.  "Since I'm here, do you think I can
grab more of dad's experimental drugs?  The lactation thing is a huge hit
with my followers."

   "Oh goodness," Melinda sighed.

   ***

   It was two nights later when Tiffany had a chance to perform on cam
again.  She performed around 9 p.m.  and did her normal routine of breast
milk and masturbation. 

   Thanks to a refill of her father's experimental medication, she had more
than enough milk to entertain her loyal audience.

   As she milked her pert breasts into a glass cup, she noticed something
in her chat listing which instantly grabbed her attention and caused her
adrenaline to rush.

   mel&billcpl

   It was the account of her parents, surely?  It must have been.  Tiffany
broke her routine by sitting there naked, just staring at the screen.  She
wanted to see if that account would eventually log out, but it never did,
even as she sat there for more than a minute doing nothing.

   Thoughts rushed through her mind.  Was one of her parents watching?  Or
both?  Was this just to check up on her?  Or were they aroused?  Could they
possibly be getting off on this?

   Her pussy surprisingly moistened at the last thought.  She pictured her
parents giving each other oral favors, or God knows what, while watching.
Maybe they were just laying in bed together, side by side, holding hands,
watching their daughter perform naked on webcam.

   Tiffany's heart pounded.

   She wondered what she should do next?  Should she send a private message
and ask?  End the show early?  Or...

   The third option.  Both of her breasts had been adequately milked at
that point, but she gave each nipple an extra squeeze, bringing her boobs
and pink nipples closer to the cam to give the viewers a good look.

   Positives comments and tips kept on coming in.  And still, Tiffany
noticed that her parents were still in the room, viewing her.  The deviant
thought made her smile, though no one watching the cam could see that.

   Next came the final part of her show, which she was now extremely eager
to get to.  She leaned back on the bed and spread her legs so that the
audience could get a good look at her pussy.  She pulled her laptop closer
in between her legs.

   Then, with a bath towel spread on her bed, with plastic underneath, she
poured the breast milk slowly across her pussy.  She rubbed her clit while
she did it.

   Her eyes stayed glued to the screen.  Enthusiastic comments and tips
came pouring in.  Her parents were still in the room.

   She rubbed her clit with the same technique as always, but with far more
intensity.  Making herself cum was easy, slowly pouring more of her own
milk on her pussy, while furiously rubbing her clit.

   Her orgasm came within a matter of minutes.  All while her eyes were
glued to the chat log, hoping and praying that her parents stayed.  And
they did.

   Reaching climax was so much easier this time compared to the usual
sessions.  Normally, this voyeuristic act of exposing herself to several
hundred people pushed her to cum within a few minutes.

   Now, with her parents watching, she might have set a new record for
herself, for the fastest time to reach a powerful orgasm.  She squirted
too, and was thankful that her new laptop was water resistant (or in this
case, milk and orgasm resistant).

   After she came, she just laid back on her bed, enjoying the intense
feeling.  A part of her was worried that the audience would be mad for the
shorter show.  But when she checked the screen, she saw the jubilation. 
Her viewers were delighted by the intensity of what they saw.

   More importantly, her parents were still viewing.

   She couldn't resist typing a subtle comment:

   thanks to all my viewers.  my special guests too!  : )

   Once she typed that, she saw that her parents had logged out.  Tiffany
smiled to herself, wondering what they were thinking.  She thanked her
audience and wished them all a good night.

   Tiffany laid in bed for a moment, still naked with her mind and body
reeling.  She wiped her hands on the towel and reached for her phone.  She
couldn't help herself yet again and sent a text message to her mom:

   Who's idea?  Yours or dad's?

   The moment she sent that text, she regretted it.  But that changed a
minute later when her mom called.

   They made small talk like usual, and Tiffany wondered if this had all
been a mistake since her mom hadn't mentioned anything.  Until...

   "It was actually your father's idea," her mother admitted.

   "Really?  I wouldn't have guessed."

   "Yes, well, he said he wanted to watch under the guise of knowing how
the drug is working on you.  He'll always be a researcher at heart."

   "But?" Tiffany pried

   "What?  You want more information?"

   "Why not?  I've already revealed all of me."

   Mom chuckled.  "Literally, almost.  Let's just say that your father is
in bed right now half-asleep over what I did to him."

   "Did you suck dad off again while he watched me?"

   "Basically."

   Even in this post-orgasmic state, that admission was still enough to
make Tiffany's pussy twitch.

   "Why did you call me?" Tiffany asked.  "I'm just curious.  You usually
text me after I text you first."

   "I don't know.  I suppose I wanted to hear your voice.  And maybe, a
small part of me wanted to thank you.  So, thank you Tiff."

   "For what?"

   "Like I said.  Your father is upstairs in bed, completely spent."

   Tiffany's face lit up.  "Oh.  That show must have done a real number on
him."

   "Trust me, it did.  My mouth bore the brunt of it."

   They both laughed.

   "Was it awkward at all?" Tiffany asked.  "You know, both of you seeing
me like that.  My breasts.  And...  the rest down below."

   There was a pause in her mother's voice.  "It was.  Extremely.  More
than you'll ever know.  But that's what made it so intense for us.  Me
included.  I won't lie about that.  A part of me was rather intrigued."

   "I want to sleep over Saturday night."

   "Sounds like there's something on your mind."

   "A plan," Tiffany said.

   "Are you sure?"

   Tiffany couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth.  It was like
she was a college girl possessed to say the most deviant things.  Neither
of them could believe it.  And neither of them could believe that this plan
could possibly become a reality.

   ***

   Melinda had come to realize that she was crazy for agreeing to this. 
Nonetheless, as a grown woman, she was entitled to indulging her
curiosities and longings every so often (no matter how deviant).

   It was 8:45 p.m.  on a Saturday and she knew her husband was out with
colleagues.  They had attended a symphony, which at this point was already
over, and Bill was most likely socializing in the lobby along with everyone
else.

   She called him and he answered after the third ring.  When he answered,
he had briskly walked to a quieter side of the large area to talk.

   "I have a surprise for you," Melinda said.  "Okay?  Don't freak out when
you arrive home.  Will you promise me that?"

   Immediately, Bill knew it was sexual.  Their romance had been lackluster
for the past several years, and only recently had they begun to pick up the
slack.

   "Is it something I should rush home for?" he asked.

   "No, take your time.  There's still a lot of preparation to be done."

   There was a brief pause as Bill savored the thought.

   "Sounds interesting," he said. 

   Melinda thought carefully.  "It has to do with our recent activities. 
Only a bit more...  unorthodox, shall we say."

   "I can't wait."

   "There's a reason I'm calling.  When you come home, don't say anything."

   "No?" he asked, puzzled by his wife's request.

   "Don't make a scene, don't freak out, don't be upset.  Just watch and
observe, then when you're ready, join in."

   "Can I at least have a hint so I won't be shocked?"

   "Bill, this is totally out of character for me-- for us.  And I've given
it so much thought and struggled over it.  You'll be stunned beyond belief
at first.  But I'm certain that if you kept an open mind, you'll come
around.  And it could be amazing." 

   "I trust your judgement.  I always will."

   Their call ended after Bill said that he'd be home in around half an
hour or so. 

   Melinda still had knots in her stomach as she headed up to the bedroom.
There was a laptop set up on the bed.  The water was running in the
bathroom as her daughter was taking a quick shower.

   At any other time, she would never have allowed this to happen.  Now?
She felt a sense of excitement growing inside of her.  That feeling became
stronger when the shower turned off and her daughter stepped out to dry
herself.

   Melinda went over to the open door of the bathroom to see her naked
daughter rubbing herself with a towel.

   "Do you ever feel nervous before a show," Melinda asked.

   Her daughter smiled while drying her hair.  "Not really.  My face
doesn't show so it's not like I'm at risk.  It's difficult to explain, but
I really, really enjoy it."

   "I can tell."

   "And you?  Are you nervous, mom?"

   Melinda nodded.  "I am.  I'm worried how our relationship will change.
And I'm worried how your father will react, most importantly.  Our family
dynamic will never be the same."

   "Based on everything you've told me about his interests, I'm sure that
we'll be irresistible.  And I know that we'll all be much closer than
ever."

   Her daughter hung the towel and a rack to remain naked, and she
approached her mother.  It was their first time kissing and it felt like
everything Melinda hoped it would be.

   "It's time," her daughter whispered after breaking the kiss.

   Melinda slowly and nervously undressed.  Her daughter did most of the
work, pulling, pushing, and tugging at the clothes.  They kissed in between
the undress.

   It wasn't long before Melinda was naked in front of her daughter, with
her mature glory on full display.  Her daughter took a moment to admire the
heavenly view, and so far, seemed quite impressed.  In fact, her daughter
seemed to lick her lips at the very sight.

   ***

   Tiffany felt a powerful sensation when she heard the front door open and
close downstairs.  She was naked in the master bedroom, with her head and
neck propped up on a large pillow.  Her legs were spread wide open.  Her
pussy was pointed to the webcam.  Her entire body was exposed to the
webcam, and she took special care to ensure that her face couldn't be seen.

   Her chest was splashed with milk as her naked mother was still massaging
her breasts.  And her mother was extremely good at this, squeezing and
milking her tits and nipples.

   "Dad's home," Tiffany said.

   The sound on the audio was off, so the audience couldn't hear their
conversation.

   Melinda kept on kneading her daughter's breasts.  "I know.  He'll be up
here in a minute."

   Their online audience, as expected, had been going wild, giving the
women nothing but praises and big tips.  It was the biggest audience
Tiffany had ever massed during a live stream. 

   Everyone seemed transfixed that the hands of a mature woman would
squeeze and massage the breasts of a lactating college student.  With each
squeeze, more milk squirted from the pink nipples, all over Tiffany's chest
and stomach, and the audience would send even more praises.

   All they knew was that Tiffany had a mature older 'friend' who was
'curious' about webcam modeling.

   If they only knew that this older woman was her mom...

   "He's coming," mom pointed out when they heard Bill's footsteps down the
hall.

   Tiffany thought fast.  "Quick, get between my legs.  I'll do the
explaining.  Trust me, it'll work better this way."

   It all happened so fast when Tiffany pulled her mother's head down.  She
dug her fingers into her mother's hair and pulled her towards the wet
pussy.

   Luckily, her mother seemed receptive to this plan and began to lick. 
Tiffany moaned and the audience went wild seeing the back of Melinda's head
go up and down.

   "Oh fuck, mom," Tiffany whispered, not to alert dad to the surprise.

   The door slowly opened and Tiffany kept her eyes down towards her
pussy-licking mother, and even made sure to hold mom's head in place by
pulling tightly.  She was far too nervous to look at her father who had
just entered the room, and seemingly froze there.

   Her heart pounded as she wondered what her father was thinking; watching
his wife eat his daughter's pussy in front of a live audience. 

   Finally, she mustered the courage to look at her father, who was in a
state of utter disbelief.

   "The sound is turned off, dad," Tiffany said, still holding mom's head
in place.  "The audience can't hear us.  My face hasn't been shown on cam.
Neither has mom's.  It's safe."

   He stammered.  "What...  what are you doing?"

   When Melinda attempted to pull her tongue out of Tiffany's pussy to try
and explain, Tiffany wrapped her legs behind mom's neck to keep her there.

   "Watch me cum in mom's mouth," Tiffany said, holding her mother tight.
"You can watch and observe.  Or you can join."

   "How can I?" he asked, still in a state of disbelief.

   Tiffany squeezed her own breasts.  "Don't you want to feel first hand
how your experimental drugs have worked on me?  Mom has already milked my
tits for the audience, but I think I still have a few squirts left.  Can
you help me, dad?"

   She knew that would do the trick, since her father took great pride in
his work and research.  Bill stepped closer, slowly and reluctantly,
towards her.  She found herself becoming more turned on at the notion of
her father joining in.  He stopped before he'd appear on the cam.

   "Don't worry," she said.  "Your face won't show.  No one will know it's
you.  Go ahead, see what your research has done to my little breasts.  Milk
me, dad."

   Tiffany's erogenous zones felt like they were on fire.  Mom was still
busy eating her pussy with zeal.  Now her father had reached down with both
hands to rub her wet breasts, giving them a hard squeeze so that milk would
gush from her nipples.

   "My god," he whispered, still squeezing.  "I shouldn't be touching you
like this."

   She wrapped her hands around her father's.  "Look at mom eating my
pussy. Look at the reaction from the audience.  Dad, this is fucking
amazing."

   Together they watched mom lapping her cunt, along with all the messages
from the horny viewers. 

   "What are you thinking about?" Tiffany asked.

   "My wife is eating your pussy, and I can't believe it.  That's your
mother, for God's sake."

   Tiffany grinned.  "And your hands are cupping my tits.  Why don't you
have a taste?"

   She went first, using two fingers to wipe her wet nipples, then bringing
the fluids to her mouth to suck.  She looked her dad straight in the eyes
while she sucked and gulped it down.

   Then she watched her father do the same.  There was shame on his face as
he licked one of his fingers, tasting her breast milk.

   She winked.  "You should be proud of your medical research.  It's going
to help so many people.  And it's also given me so much pleasure too."

   "This still isn't right."

   "Mom told me everything," she said, watching the embarrassed expression
on her father's face.  "Mom told me what you two do in bed.  How you
reacted watching me on cam, looking directly into my pussy as she sucked
you off.  She told me how your body reacted to seeing me so intimately."

   Those words must have lit a fire underneath her mother, because Melinda
started sucking harder and pushing her tongue deeper into her daughter's
pussy.

   Tiffany's lower back suddenly arched and her toes curled in the air, as
her legs were still wrapped around her mother.  The comments came pouring
in, eager to see another one of Tiffany's famous orgasms.  Big tips were
coming in as well.

   "Oh fuck," Tiffany gasped.  "I'm about to cum.  Mom, keep doing that
with your tongue.  Dad, play with my tits.  Pinch my nipples."

   She was in heaven as her parents both pleased her sexually.  Mom worked
and sucked even harder.  Dad squeezed her breasts so hard that she was
certain it would leave bruises.  The hard squeezing caused milk to shoot
across her body and around the bed.

   Her eyes clenched tight as she came.  Her toes curled hard also.  The
audience went wild at the big climax (which they had no idea resulted from
an incestuous liaison).  Her body kept shaking from the sexual rapture. 

   Then, she went limp.

   Mom pulled her mouth away.  "That's enough for one evening."

   ***

   Melinda turned the webcam show off, careful not to expose her face to
the live audience.

   She stood up and made no effort to hide her nudity, nor did she attempt
to wipe Tiffany's fluids from around her mouth.

   "Bill, I did this for us," Melinda tried to explain.

   He hung his head down for a moment.  "I'm trying my best to understand.
I don't think I ever will."

   They both looked at Tiffany, who seemed half awake as she laid naked in
bed, softly squirming and moving from her intense orgasm.

   "She wants you to fuck her," Melinda said. 

   "What!?"

   "You heard me.  She told me to arrange this if you would be open to it."

   "And you think I'm open to it?" he asked furiously.

   "Look at your hands.  They're wet with Tiffany's milk.  And I suspect
that if I touched your cock right now, it would be rock hard.  Am I right,
or wrong?"

   "That's not the point."

   Melinda approached her husband and squeezed his groin, feeling his
hardness.  He tried to push her hand away, but she tried harder, causing
him to relent.  She undid his pants and freed his hard dick.

   "Look at her," Melinda said, stroking Bill's cock.

   They both looked down at Tiffany, who was smiling now, and her legs were
turning.  She flipped around and pressed the side of her face into the
pillow.  Her pussy and ass were up in the air.

   Melinda continued, "Bill, she wants you to fuck her.  Go ahead, get it
out of your system.  Tiffany wants this.  You want this.  And I really want
to see it.  I won't be jealous.  And I won't be mad."

   "Is this really happening?" he asked.

   She tugged his cock.  "Does this feel real to you?  Go ahead, stick it
inside your daughter's pussy.  It feels amazing in there."

   Once again, she gave her husband's cock another tug, guiding it towards
their daughter's spread and wet pussy hole.  Bill did the rest, struggling
with his conflicting emotions as he pushed his cock inside.  Tiffany gasped
loudly, then smiled.  He thrust again, deeper, so that he was all the way
inside.

   "Mom, can you do something for me?" Tiffany asked, with her breath
nearly gone from dad's cock being shoved in her.

   "Yes dear?"

   "Can you turn the webcam back on?  Our viewers would love to see this."

   Bill and Melinda nearly gasped, then Melinda nearly smiled.  She went
over to the laptop and turned the cam back on.

   "Start fucking," Melinda said like a porn director.  "The audience is
returning."

   She watched in delight as her husband started fucking away at their
daughter.  She watched him pound their daughter from behind.  He moaned. 
Tiffany moaned and cried.

   More comments came flooding in as the audience watched their favorite
cam girl being fucked in the pussy.  It was a sight they never thought
they'd see since all her shows had been solo masturbation.

   "Oh fuck," Tiffany cried.  "God, fuck me dad!"

   All Melinda could do was stand back and watch.  She played with her
pussy watching this incestuous pairing.  It was far more deviant and
intense than she could have ever imagined.  She felt like a naughty porn
director, expect instead of actors, she had just guided her husband to
pound their daughter for a live audience.

   "I'm going to cum," Bill grunted.

   Melinda moved quickly and pointed the webcam downwards, to ensure that
Tiffany's face wouldn't be seen, but that her breasts and pussy were still
on display.

   "Cum inside her mouth," Melinda said.  "Let her lay to the side.  Cum in
her mouth and put your cock inside so she can clean you up."

   She watched her husband pull out of their daughter's pussy.  Then she
watched her daughter flip to the side, opening her mouth to accept several
hot loads of fresh cum.  Not a drop was missed.  When most of the cum had
been released, Tiffany wrapped her lips around dad's cock and began to
suck, devouring every last bit of cum, while also giving him extra bits of
pleasure as well.

   When they were done, Melinda turned off the webcam. 

   Bill collapsed on the bed beside their daughter.  Then Melinda joined
them, laying to Tiffany's other side.

   "How many tips did we get?" Tiffany humorously asked, still breathing
heavy from the hard fucking she had received, while also licking her lips
from the cum in her mouth.

   Melinda smiled, "Enough to consider this your part time job."

   "We're going to need a long talk," Bill added.

   They laid in bed together, with the women of the house giggling over
what had transpired.  Bill still seemed to be in a serious mood, so Tiffany
reached down to pinch his balls to tickle him, then she held his cock in
her hand the way a good daughter should.

   The End


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