Our Daughter the Porn Star

"Rough," I said, more because of the beer hangover than anything else. My tongue felt pasty. I crawled out of bed to pee and brush my teeth in that order. Kathy started coffee and had put a cup right beneath the drip for me. We were both naked and hungover. I didn't try to talk, not yet. Neither did she, not until we both had one cup of coffee inside of us.

"Are you okay about what happened last night?" she asked in a quiet, tentative voice.

"Can't change it," I said, sitting down across from her at the tiny dining room table shoved against the wall. It only had three chairs, but that was all we have ever needed. "Are you?"

Kathy nodded without hesitation.

"You knew," I said, sorting out last night. "You knew long before you ever told me, didn't you?"

She gave a very small nod.

"Before she even did it?"

Another nod.

"And you didn't tell me."

"Because I knew you'd say 'no.' We both did."

"Yeah, I would have," I agreed. I sipped my coffee and thought more about it. There were lots of questions that didn't matter too much except for one. "Why did you let her do it?"

"Did you think I could stop her?"

I snorted. She had me there. Our daughter was just as pigheaded as her parents.

"What about the rest of it?" I asked, meaning all the sex last night. "Did you plan that?"

"Oh hell no," Kathy said, shaking her head. Her hair was a mess and flew everywhere. I didn't care. I liked how my wife looked when she was fresh out of bed. Maybe that's crazy, but you have to remember all the times I saw her with enough makeup plastered on her face to paint up several clowns. No, seeing her with bedhead and no makeup meant she was really mine.

"But you let it happen," I said. That wasn't quite right. She did more than let it happen, she sort of made it happen. "You got too drunk, didn't you?"

"I got too horny," she corrected, looking away with embarrassment. "I think it was watching the first part of that video. It felt too much like what we used to do."

The way she worded that caught my attention. It was the way she had said . . .like what we used to do. I knew what she meant, too. We were still having sex on a semi regular basis, but nothing like how we used to do it. Before she lost had lost her job, before money had gotten tight, we couldn't wait for some alone time. We used to have a TV in our bedroom where we'd watch porn with the sound turned off and fuck each other's brains out. Even after she started working again, things still felt different. We would do it, but not as often and not as many times.

"I thought we were just getting old," I said, squeezing her hand.

"Old men can't fuck like you did last night." She squeezed my hand back, but the smile she wore faded away too soon. She squeezed my hand tighter. "I got really excited watching Patti."

"I could tell."

"But that's really wrong, isn't it?"

"Probably."

"But I couldn't help myself," she said, looking dismayed. "The more things she did, the more she reminded me of when I was dancing and right after we got married, back when we didn't care who we had sex with. Do you remember how I would bring girls home and show you off?" I nodded, I had remembered as much last night. "And when I saw Patti naked, eating pussy, sucking dick. . . well, shit, why did it matter anymore? Yeah, those guys were hot, but they ain't got shit on my man!"

"It's okay, baby," I said, seeing how worked up she was getting. I couldn't tell if she was going to start yelling or start crying. Both were things I didn't need.

"I'm not sorry for anything that happened."

Thinking about it for a long moment, I realized I felt the same way. "Me neither."

"I mean it," she said, still worked up. "You can go into that bedroom right now, fuck her awake and I wouldn't care."

"I'd rather fuck you," I said, meaning it.

Kathy smiled. "See? That's why I love you. I throw good pussy at you and you still want mine."

"Well of course I do. You don't mess with the best."

"Oh baby, I love you so much," she said, crawling into my lap and peppering my face with kisses until it became sort of funny. Kathy pulled out a line she hadn't used in years, "Which sounds better, scrambled eggs and bacon, another cup of coffee or a good morning blowjob?"

"I don't know, this coffee tastes pretty good," I said with a wide, shit-eating grin on my face. I got slapped for that answer right before I dumped her off my lap. "Well, since you're down there," I said, holding out my cock.

"Good answer," she said, shoving nearly as much down her throat as Patti. It all felt good to me. I love blowjobs and who cares if she looks at me with porn star eyes or not? I sipped my coffee and enjoyed a healthy hardon that would surely end in an orgasm. I felt like I was king of the world having this beautiful woman sucking my hard prick first thing in the morning. Once she got me going, I'd do like I always did. I'd pull her to her feet, bend her over that tiny table where we had eaten so many dinners, and I'd fuck her until we were both satisfied. At least that was my plan until I saw Patti standing sleepy eyed and watching. "You going to just watch or you gonna help?"

"Can I help?" she asked, dropping to her knees next to her Mom.

"Go for it," Kathy said, pulling away and watching our daughter shoving my long, fat cock down her throat until my short and curly hairs tickled her nose. Kathy stood and took a sip of her coffee before kissing me. "Now you've got two of us to take care of."

"I always have," I said, knowing this wasn't going to change anything. Kathy was still my wife and Patti was still our daughter. I would do anything for them, including this. After a few more kisses from my wife, I knew what I wanted more than a blowjob. I wanted pussy. "So who do I get to fuck?"

"Me," Kathy said, laying over the table and waving her ass at me.

"Good, because I'm still sore," Patti said.

I got behind my wife, fed my hard dick into her tight pussy, and began rocking that table until it was pounding against the wall. I had to move our coffee cups from the table to the counter. I glanced at Patti and found her leaning against the counter sipping a cup of coffee.

"God, I love you guys," she said, rubbing her clit.

I felt Kathy cumming and knew it was okay for me to do the same thing. Up on my tiptoes, I buried myself deep and erupted inside her. It felt good, really good. Maybe better because we were being watched.

It was the beginning of a new life and a very strange one, but I knew we'd face it as a family and that felt best of all.

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I hope you enjoyed my little story of debaunchery. I did my best to make it graphic, fun, and still tell a story of how one family's values evolved to include the darkest taboo. I self-edit and do my best to find all the mistakes, though I always miss a few. I hope those didn't detract too much. Your vote and kind comments are always welcomed.