EroticReverie

Jane Harper

They think I'm clueless, and maybe I was for awhile, because I don't have any idea when it started, or how long my husband has been screwing around with our daughter. 

I figured it out just a few months ago, and I still don't know what to make of it. At first I wanted to kill him. Then I wanted to leave him. But now, he's happier, we're happier.  Because I'm also unfaithful. Although I chose to commit adultery with someone who was of legal age and didnt share the same fucking blood as me. 

I'm screwing our neighbor Thomas, and Paul knows, because I told him. I never told him who, just that I was sleeping with someone else. He was angry at first, then he calmed down.  We'd agreed to keep things quiet until Hadley and her brother Christopher graduated highschool.

Chris just graduated this year, and Hadley graduates in two years.  Paul and I were high school sweethearts, and I was pregnant with Christopher at 16, the same age Hadley is now. My stomach turns wondering if Paul has sense enough to use protection at least when he's screwing our fucking daughter. 

We were young and in love, and thankfully had parents who didn't hate the idea of me keeping the baby. After I had the baby, Paul moved in. He had a few more months until he finished highschool, and then got a job working with my father at his construction business.  I had gotten pregnant with Hadley two years later during my senior year. 

As fucked up as it was, I still loved Paul. I wanted to cut his cock off and feed it to him, but I still loved him. When I'd told him I was having an affair, after the initial meltdown, he stated he only wanted me to be happy, and we'd stay together, for the kids. 

Now he was fucking one of them. 

Laying in bed I can hear the subtle squeak of the bed, how it builds frantically, then slows when it gets too loud, and then builds again, and I hear that little whores moans as she attempts to stifle them. 

Yes, I still loved my daughter too. But just like her father, I also hated her. 

Hadley was my spitting image, except younger, and undoubtedly, hotter than I had been at her age.  She played sports, and I hadn't, so her body was tighter than mine had  been, more toned, and her breasts were still pert and firm and probably in my husbands hands or mouth at the moment. 

I'm her mother, and I should say something, put a stop to all of it, but now at night when he creeps into her room, I find myself wet between the legs the instant he leaves our bed thinking I'm asleep. 

I lay in bed on my back as soon as he leaves and open my eyes, staring at the ceiling, playing it out in my head what they're doing until the bed starts to squeak, or until the headboard accidentally hits the wall. 

Hadley lets out another whimper than comes to me through the walls, and I let my hand tend to the aching between my legs. Rubbing my clit as I listen to the quieted  whispers and moans and the bed start to hit the wall.  The finish line. He's not stopping. The head board pounds the wall, and the fucker does it everytime. Risking being loud and getting caught, just so he can plow the fuck out of our daughter. Just so he can fuck her like the whore that she is. 

I cum hard as I curse my daughter in my head. 

"Little fucking whore...taking your fathers cock" I whisper as I shudder and my hand finishes me off, alone in the dark, while my husband finishes inside of our daughter.