She's Wearing His Wife's Panties

Author's Note: This is a follow up to a previously published story, Teach Me Daddy. The feedback I received asked for a second chapter, and encouraged me not to use a 2nd-person narrative. I did my best to make this story stand on its own, using the same characters. I hope you enjoy it. ~Your Calvin

Waking up, Adam couldn't help but admire how the early morning sun danced on his daughter Kristen's soft round breasts.

They were held snugly in place by a silky black bra with lace trim. They lifted and lowered as she breathed. She lay in his bed next to him, having snuck in between the sheets when he was asleep. Adam's eyes locked with his 18-year old daughter's eyes and she smiled, "Good morning, Daddy."

Adam jolted up, pulling on the sheets to cover his fit naked body. He didn't think before doing this, or he may have been more careful not to expose his daughter's young, soft, and lush body. Smooth arms and legs, a curvy torso with a soft firm tummy, those perfect breasts, defined collar bones, and graceful neck were all laid out on his bed before him. Kristen's angelic face —framed with cute red hair, slightly mussed from sleep— smiled at him. The only other thing she wore were a pair of deep red panties that seemed very familiar.

She tugged at their elastic and cooed, "Do you like seeing me in Mommy's panties?"

Adam stormed off to the bathroom and locked the door behind himself, praying to god his daughter hadn't seen the massive erection she had caused.

It wasn't always like this. But Kristen had been acting out more and more over the past few weeks since...the incident. That fateful afternoon when she had walked into her twin brother Calvin's bedroom. There, Kristen had discovered her brother wearing her cheerleading outfit. Adam was already in the room when she walked in, having spanked Calvin for wearing the outfit. But the spanks had led to groping, and stroking, and sucking, and Adam had cum all over his son and all over Kristen's cheerleading outfit.

The aftermath was immediate and severe. She refused to talk to either of them, and was distant for the rest of the day. For several days after, Adam feared Krsiten —or even obedient Calvin— would tell his wife, Monica what had happened. Their sex life was a happy one, and she would not understand what had come over him to do anything sexual with his own son.

Then Kristen started wearing sexier outfits all the time, her skirts and shorts getting shorter, her necklines deeper. When they were alone, Kristen would angrily say inappropriate sexual things to her father. She would recount sexual dreams she'd had, and how when she woke up her panties were all wet. She would compare the penises of the older boys she'd made out with. She would ask pointed questions about her father's sexual history, and his sex life with her mother.

Coming home from work was the worst. Adam would walk in every afternoon to find her making out with a different classmate on the couch. Every afternoon Kristen feigned surprise as Adam walked in on her and some guy with his hands up her shirt or her skirt. The awkward conversations he had to endure between him, Kristen acting embarrassed, and each unsuspecting guy was excruciating. Kristen loved to drag it out, forcing long conversations between her 45-year old father and the 18- and 19-year old men in the confrontation.

Around her mother, Monica, Kristen acted like everything was fine. Monica grew more and more concerned with the way Kristen was dressing, but she reasoned when talking with Adam that if she's just wearing it around the house it would be fine.

Soon, a young man named Jeff was around very frequently. It was clear Jeff was already an upperclassman in college. This made Adam extremely angry, as his one rule about dating for both of his kids had been, no college-aged dates until you are in college. But here was Kristen flagrantly disobeying, but with an ace up her sleeve if Adam were to put up any fight.

Monica really liked Jeff, and thought he was a nice guy. He was, Adam had to admit, very polite. He always called Adam "Sir," and Monica "Ma'am," and he always said please and thank you. He was friendly and smart.

Monica took it upon herself to ask Jeff to help Adam and Calvin with yard work one Saturday and stay for dinner. Jeff showed up wearing a tight white tank top that showed off a muscular chest and arms. His jean shorts were small, and most likely intended to show off for Kristen. They were boxy but over the course of the afternoon and evening, Adam noticed his wife, his daughter, his son, and himself enjoying the shape of Jeff's bulge in the front and rear in the back.

Jeff's presence did not dampen Kristen's frisky behavior around her father. When they found themselves alone, Kristen's lewd comments had turned to imagining how her father would fuck her. Each time, she would describe a different scenario that showed she'd been thinking about it a lot. As much as Adam begged her to stop, Kristen's only words to her father were explicit and filthy.

Then the worst news came, Monica had to go out of town for an unexpected business trip. It would be a week without his wife, alone in the house with his two children during a time of heightened sexual tension between all of them.

And this is where Adam found himself, the morning after Monica left town, with his daughter almost naked in his bed. As he scrambled through his morning routines, he tried to ignore her cooing from his bed, "Daddy, come play with me."

Adam skipped breakfast and headed to work early. Not that he was looking forward to the office. Work had its own problems. Adam's secretary, Samantha, had been also acting sexually aggressive lately. She had made advances to Adam on the same day as the incident with his son. Replaying that day in his head, Adam wondered if Samantha's attempt to sleep with him led to his sexual encounter with Calvin.

Since that day, Samantha had continued to dress inappropriately at work. She would flirt with Adam and other male coworkers. Twice, Adam had received texts from Samantha after hours that included photos she had taken while having sex with Adam's subordinates, their faces deep in her breasts, or fucking her. The location of the photos was always the same, his desk.

Some days she would act fairly normal, but other days, whenever he asked her to do something related to her job, she would nod, and reply "Yes, master."

When Adam arrived to work early to escape his daughter's advances, he found Samantha already at her desk. A form-fitting sleeveless navy turtleneck seemlessly coated her neck, luscious breasts, and firm waist. A tight dark skirt hugged her lower half and showed off her legs just above her knees. Her thick-rimmed glasses were perched on her nose. Deep red lipstick accentuated her pouty lips, and her hair was styled into a playful bob-cut. Her look was severe and sexy, but fairly conservative compared to her recent revealing outfits.

It was such a remarkable outfit that Adam —who had tried hard not to encourage Samantha at all— complimented her on her look.

"Well," Samantha smiled nervously, "It's an important day for you."

Adam had completely forgotten that today was the annual review of all senior account managers at the firm, and that he would have to present his department's progress on their current projects.

For the next five hours, as the office slowly filled with personnel, Adam and Samantha worked closely to put the finishing touches on Adam's presentation. Samantha held back all of the sexual inuendo that had been dripping from her for the past month, and the two worked as respected colleagues. It was such a relief for Adam to have his old trustworthy secretary back. As they completed their work, he looked at Samantha, and for the first time true desire burned in his heart for her.

With confidence, Adam walked into the company's board room and greeted his colleagues and bosses. Just as the meeting began, Adam's phone dinged with a text message, he apologized, turned his ringer to vibrate, and glanced at the text.

It was a photograph of Samantha in Adam's office, pulling her turtleneck up to expose her tight tummy.

As the executives of the company gave speeches about the state of the business, Samantha texted again, this time, her turtleneck was off, and a sexy purple bra cupped and shaped her breasts.

The first of Adam's peers started their presentation and another text buzzed in. This time it was from Adam's daughter, Kristen. The text was a selfie of Kristen staring directly into the camera with her deep brown eyes. She was sitting up on his bed, completely naked, though the sensitive parts of her body were hidden by strategically-placed legs and arms.

A fourth text buzzed in of Kristen leaning back, her body exposed, smiling at the camera.

Adam was startled when his name was called by his immediate supervisor to start his presentation. He fumbled his phone into his pocket, and stood up, hoping the blood that had rushed to his groin would not show.

Adam started his presentation with the energy of a man who knew his accounts back and forth, but his phone buzzed in his pocket and he lost his thought mid-sentence. Adam regrouped quickly and continued with his presentation, advancing his slide only to feel his phone buzz again and quickly again. Before he could collect his thoughts, his phone began to buzz repeatedly. Distracted and stammering, Adam attempted to ignore the onslaught of vibrations in his pants.

"Can I stop you, Adam?" his boss interrupted, "Do you need to take those texts?"

"My wife is traveling for business." Adam, red in the face and sweating, said nervously, "My kids can be a little needy when their mom is out of town."

"If it's not an emergency, maybe you could silence your phone." Adam's boss said not hiding his mild annoyance that his subordinate was making him look bad.

Adam scrambled to unlock his phone. Before he could swipe to the settings to turn off the vibrations, he saw the stream of photos that had been coming in. Both Samantha and Kristen had sent more and more explicit photos. Posing in provocative ways. Licking their fingers. Touching themselves. Pleasure pouring over their bodies. Dozens of photos each of his secretary and his daughter, masturbating on his desk and his bed, respectively.

Adam turned off the vibrations, locked his phone, and placed it back in his pocket.

"Sorry about that." He choked out through his dry mouth, and proceeded to finish his presentation, his heart pounding.

After the meeting several coleagues reassured Adam he did a great job. His boss patted him on the back and suggested he take the rest of the day off. "Go home and take care of your kids."

Adam left work quickly, his head spinning. Maybe it was the near-disaster in front of the entire company; maybe it was the sexually explicit photos that had filled up his phone; maybe it was because he hadn't eaten anything the whole day.

When he arrived home, a moment of relief swept over him, as he did not find Kristen with some boy on his couch. Instead Calvin sat there, reading a book.

"Your sister?" Adam snapped at Calvin.

"In her room with Jeff." Calvin replied, not looking up from his book.

Jeff. The nice college guy. Adam had had enough. All of the anger and frustration he felt about how he'd been teased and tempted by his daughter and his secretary flooded into his hatred for wonderful sexy Jeff.

Adam made his way up to Kristen's room. As he came to the door he could hear the two inside her room.

"It's so big." Kristen cooed. Jeff grunted.

Adam tried the door knob but it was locked.

"Don't worry," Kristen said, "The door's locked." Then she shouted "Leave me alone, Cal."

Adam pounded on the door. "Kristen, it's your father open up."

Instead of acknowledging her father, Kristen said "I want it inside of me."

Adam tried the door knob again, and in frustration kicked the door hard, like they do in the movies. The door did not fly open like the movies, instead it stayed in place. Pain shot up Adam's leg; they don't show that in the movies either. He braced his shoulder and slammed against the door, which did —like the movies— free the door from the jam.

Adam walked in to see his daughter on her bed, wearing her mother's deep red panties again, with Jeff stradling her body. He had not entered her yet, but his hard cock was rubbing against the fabric of Adam's wife's panties. Jeff's cock was a little bigger than Adam's and it made Adam even more angry.

"What the fuck!" Jeff exclaimed.

"This is my house." Adam said. "My house has rules, and I am the one that makes the rules."

Calvin, having heard the commotion entered the room. Jeff looked confused, but a smile grew on Kristen's face.

"My daughter's body is her own, but I am the master of cocks in this house. I have final say as to where they go. Is that understood?"

"You are," Kristen said smiling devilishly "The master of cocks in this house, Daddy."

Calvin echoed his twin sister. "You are the master of cocks in this house."

Everyone turned to Jeff who looked thoroughly lost.

Kristen's hand slid over his shoulder, as she leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Jeff, honey, if you do as you're told, I promise you'll cum soon."

Jeff turned to Kristen, unsure and confused.

"Jeff," Adam said in a commanding voice, "Kristen and Calvin will obey my commands, and if you do the same, you will cum inside my 18-year old child."

Jeff took a deep breath and agreed.

"Excellent," Adam said, as he unbuckled his belt, and pulled his pants down, his cock already half-hard. "Suck my cock, Jeff."

Jeff hesitated for a moment, looked at Kristen who nodded to him. He moved onto his knees at Adam's feet, and he took the older man's cock in his mouth. Jeff's lips slipped the length of Adam's shaft. Adam grunted with satisfaction. Kristen leaned back and started lightly rubbing the fabric that covered her soft pussy. Adam removed his shirt, and Calvin started removing his clothes, stripping down to his tight black briefs.

"That's right," Adam encouraged Jeff, "Make my cock hard and wet for my daughter." Adam and Kristen's eyes met, and they smiled at each other. Jeff looked annoyed and confused, but compiled with the command, swirling saliva around his Adam's hardening shaft.

Once his cock was rock hard, and coated in slippery spit, Adam ran his hands through Jeff's perfect hair and pulled his head back. His cock popped out of the 20-year old's mouth. "Good boy, Jeff."

"Calvin," Adam called to his son, "Help Jeff out." Calvin walked over and dropped to his knees, and took Jeff's hard cock in his hand, and stroked a few times before plunging his mouth around it. Jeff moaned, and then rose to give Calvin better access. Calvin gleefully took the length of Jeff's large cock deep inside his mouth.

Adam climbed onto his daughter's bed, and slid his face between her smooth thighs. His nose pressed against the red panties that belonged to his wife. He could feel Kristen's soft pussy behind the fabric, and smell her musty sweetness. His fingers lightly explored the fabric and skin surrounding the panties. He could hear his son sucking the college student behind him.

His hands slid up Kristen's stomach and over her round bare breasts, rubbing her hard nipples. His lips kissed the dampening fabric. Kristen arched her neck back from the sensations her father was causing.

Pulling back his arms, Adam's fingers hooked under the elastic of the panties. He had peeled them off his wife countless times, and now he was doing the same to his own daughter.

The panties revealed fluffy pubic hair, and folds of dark skin, glistening with wetness. He pulled the fabric down her legs, and threw it to the floor. Adam licked her soft vulva until he tasted that tangy juices, and he knew she was wet enough.

Adam rose and placed his body over his naked daughter. With his cock precariously close to her throbbing pussy, Adam ran his hand over Kristen's cheek, his thumb grazing her mouth. They kissed a passionate kiss as he reached down and began to rub her pussy. His fingers became slick with Kristen's juices quickly, and his cock head, still coated in Jeff's saliva pressed against her pussy lips.

Adam entered Kristen in a smooth and slow motion, Kristen clenched her eyes, nodded, and whispered "Yes." Adam pressed his cock further inside of his daughter, and groped at her body. Kristen grabbed the headboard of her bed, and raised her legs to give her father smoother access. Adam began thrusting his cock back and forth inside of her wetness.

He looked back at his son sucking a college student's cock dutifully. Jeff was lost in the bliss of being sucked, Calvin looked like he was enjoying himself. Satisfied everyone was content, Adam turned his attention back to his daughter.

He thrust his cock deep inside of his daughter. She looked up at him. "Fuck me, Daddy," she cooed. This request made Adam speed up, and Kristen gave small panting moans every time her father pushed all the way in. Adam looked at his fit daughter as he fucked her and admired her big brown eyes, her soft smooth skin, her firm body, and the soft slippery pussy he was filling with his hard cock.

He slowed down and pressed his body down against hers. Her arms wrapped around his back and her fingers ran up the back of his neck and through his hair. He kissed and bit her neck, as he slowly pressed his manhood deep inside of her.

He concentrated on each motion, and each part of his cock, and how it felt sliding in and out of her body. Adam rose a little to have access to Kristen's breasts, grabbing them with his large hands, and rolling her nipples in his fingers. He leaned down and bit and licked them, and Kristen moaned loudly. Adam felt his orgasm growing.

Adam knew he would cum in a moment, so he abandoned Kristen's breasts, and placed his hand back against her face. He looked her in the eyes, and she seemed to read his mind.

"Cum for me, Daddy." she whispered in the most confident voice he'd ever heard. As if it was the only thing in the world she wanted. "Cum inside of me."

Adam's cock seized, and cum gushed inside of Kristen's wet pussy. He grunted loudly as their eyes stayed locked. Kristen nodded as his cock spasmed over and over again. Cum filled his daughter.

Adam's thrusting slowed to a halt. He stayed inside of her. They both were breathing so heavily. Kristen squirmed a little, and her gooey pussy moved slightly around Adam's cock, which caused it to spurt a final glob of cum inside of her.

He pulled out and laid down on the bed next to Kristen. Assessing the room, everyone was laying, panting and tired.

"Did you cum like I promised, Jeff?" Adam called out to the college student sitting on the floor at the base of Kristen's bed.

"Yes, sir." Jeff smiled at Calvin. Calvin smiled back, and licked his lips.

Adam turned and looked at Kristen naked on her bed. She was sweaty and catching her breath. She glowed with a beautiful radiance. He couldn't help but admire how the late afternoon sun danced on his daughter's soft round breasts.