She looked around but didn’t sit down.“How long did I sleep?”“Little more than an hour. Hungry?”“Yes. Should I dress? Did you get the wine...on the same trip?”“I already had the wine. Not opened in case you’d want to eat something else. You are dressed, darling.”“Did you buy the robe and slippers especially for me?”“Yep. Hope the slippers fit.”“Actually, they’re a little small.”“Good!” She seemed to like all his sexual advances, but knowing that she was willing to say that something was wrong. She was nervous, scared, and more turned on than maybe ever before in her life. At that very moment, she felt the wetness begin to escape her vaginal lips, pooling thickly in the crotch of her panties and running lightly down her thighs. Putting down the note she hurriedly made her way upstairs to her bedroom... "the master bedroom" she mused. A sly smile crossing her lips as she moved to the staircase.The house was dark as Teresa reached the second floor, a faint glow emanating from her. We were gutted for them both and supported them as best we could, around about 6 months later Chloe and Stacey booked a holiday together. Whilst I was watching tv Chloe’s phone flashed, it was Sophie, I checked the messages out and it said ‘Chloe, I haven’t had sex in over 6 months, I’m can’t wait to go away and get us some cock, I bought a suitcase full of toys when Harry left but they’re not quite the same’. I couldn’t believe that she was suggesting that Chloe would be using someone else’s. You’ve slept with your father before?” I whispered back, very aroused by that idea.“Honey, any time since he took my cherry that I’m present while Mom fucks other men, Daddy always fucks me. It’s a special treat for both of us. To him, it’s a reward for being a good cuckold and accepting his role in their marriage. To me, it’s a way to teach me that marriage really can be fun if you do it right, I think. Besides, it helps keep our bond closer than most as father and daughter. I love how taboo.