"No waaaaaaay! Hahaha, grooooooss!"

Mia ducked down beneath the edge of the bed and scampered into the hallway, squealing girlishly with her long brown hair trailing behind her. Shae and I laughed, watching her go.

"She'll come around." Shae grinned up at me from between my legs, then opened her lips and wrapped them delicately around my cock again. Blue eyes fixed me with a piercing, horny gaze as my oldest daughter slowly slid the moistened shaft into her mouth.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm..."

The long rumble in her throat translated into a delightful buzz on the tip of my prick, sending a shiver of hot pleasure racing up my spine. Shae was a natural, an unparalleled cocksucker, and her smoldering expression as her Daddy's rigid member trembled between her cheeks sent another flash racing up from my crotch.

Raw sunlight flooded our bedroom through the blinds, spilling over my daughter's naked form as she bent over me on the bed. She was gorgeous, her slender body a landscape of pure loveliness and flawless skin crowned by the lustrous golden hair that dangled down and brushed my legs. Her arched back and curving thighs could have been lifted straight from the lines of some Greek statue, molded to depict a virgin's perfect form. My baby girl was no virgin though - not since I had first fucked her sweet juicy pink pussy. Every year she had grown more beautiful in my sight, and every year I had seen her love for me grow, reflected in the sapphire gaze that so effortlessly held me spellbound. Her eyes were locked on mine, shining in the sunlight, watching me hungrily and reading my slackening jaw and growing moan to see just how far along her Daddy was.

And I was close already. Even after all these years, it took only the barest touch of my daughter to coax that raging fire into my cock. She saw it in the shudder of my lip, reading my arousal like an open book, and gently pulled up in a slow, slippery slide until my bulging prick finally popped out from between her lips.

She was heaving with excitement herself as she sat up and moved to straddle me. I caught her wink and the subtle gesture of her head, and pretended that I didn't notice the cute head peeking into the open door of our bedroom, brown eyes as wide as saucers and fixed on the lewd point where her parent's crotches were now touching. Mia could see everything; she was welcome to. We had long ago resolved to keep not even the smallest secrets from our daughter. She would never have any reason to be shy, or ashamed, or fearful in the slightest of the things that went on in the bedroom. She slept with us because she wanted to, and her mind had become increasingly fascinated by the things that Mommy and Daddy did to show their love to one another. Shae and I shared a knowing grin, knowing that we were performing for a curious audience again. She sat up and moved her legs to straddle me, sitting with my slippery cock nestled against the warm cleft of her cunt. I could feel her bare bottom wiggling against my thighs in anticipation. I reached down and filled my hands with those delicious buttcheeks, squeezing, encouraging the slow motion that rubbed our genitals together as my eyes traveled the sensual wonderland of my daughter's naked body. Slender, petite, with beautiful breasts and a curving hourglass figure every bit as tight as before she had had our two children, Shae's beauty captured my focus and left me spellbound as it always had. 22 now, and she had barely changed over the years, retaining the small, girlish body and lithe figure she had had even as a child. Her hips were a little more round, her shoulders and chest fuller, and her butt had developed an extra handful of squeezable delight as she became a woman. It was that bump though, that drew my eyes. That growing bulge in my daughter's pregnant belly was the most erotic part of her, a perfect mound of flawless skin that proved how much she loved me and how fully she had given herself to me.

Shae rose up, slowly, and reached down to position me at the base of her slit. She hovered there for a moment, the sticky warmth of her tunnel brushing my glans, looking down at me tenderly. If there was one thing the years of being married to my daughter had taught me, it wash how fucking horny she was when she was pregnant. I kept up, somehow, as she roused me every morning, stroking or sucking me to hardness and then climbing on top of me for a good-morning fuck.

Tight, slippery friction engulfed my cock as my daughter slowly impaled herself on the rigid flesh. Sticky heat throbbed in time with our racing heartbeats, the loving pulse of our bodies reverberating where we connected. Shae's pussy shuddered with delight as I entered her, her muscles clamping tight and massaging her Daddy's manhood as it slowly penetrated to her depths. She loved this part, I knew, loved the moment when her Daddy's hard cock parted the folds of her labia and slipped inside her. Welcoming moisture lubricated the slow slide of my daughter's body as she lowered herself, taking each inch into her pussy with a fresh shudder of pleasure.

Our thighs touched again as she bottomed out. Shae groaned, an airy, girlish sound, and she began to rock, grinding on her father's hard rod, relishing the firm length that was nestled all the way up against her womb. I squeezed her hips and let out a rush of air, savoring the familiar sight: the trembling jaw, the stiffening nipples, the sudden arch of her neck as she threw her head back with the lustrous golden shine of her hair cascading around her shoulders. I had seen it all a thousand times, and it never paled. We had made love more times than I could count, and I knew I'd never tire of that sweet moment when my little girl felt that first rush of pleasure from my cock. Her body twitched and her fingers clenched, relishing it, before she finally sagged forward and curled her fingers in my chest hair, opening her eyes again to beam down at me.

I felt that familiar ache in my heart, that yearning, desperate passion I felt whenever she smiled at me like that. In the car, at home, across the dinner table, or in bed with her naked body pressed up against me - always the same smile, intimate, warm, as bright as the sunlight from the window that haloed her in crowning glory. It never failed to catch the breath in my throat. Even as a girl her beauty had been stunning, catapulting her into a lucrative modelling career, but to me she had always possessed a magnificence impossible to describe. Not just because I saw her through the lens of a proud father, who had raised her from an infant, and not just through the eyes of her husband, the pair of us married many years ago in defiance of how the world would judge us. It was her eyes, deeply blue and shining with love whenever she looked at me. And it was her smile, so quick to her face and perpetually brimming with a genuine and unbridled affection that couldn't help but bubble over and infect whatever hapless target she trained it on with a giddy joyfulness. That grin was turned on me now, a warm beacon drowning my senses and filling me with a feverish warmth that coaxed a fresh rush of blood into my turgid prick.

Shae hovered over me like a sensual angel, grinding slightly, a ravenous look on her face. Her pussy massaged me like liquid velvet, squeezing tightly with incestuous glee. The flawless skin of her hips was damp with sweat as it brushed up and down under my fingers. I could feel the tension building in her muscles - taut pleasure ramping up as her father's cock moved inside her. She loved it, couldn't get enough of it - still, though we had been married for years and been making love far longer than that.

Her sudden rush of breath signaled her swelling passion. She stopped grinding and tilted back, raising herself up. I groaned as my slippery shaft withdrew a few inches, tinged red and glistening with her juices. Shae hovered at the apex of my manhood for a teasing moment, her eyes fixed on mine, and then she thrust herself down again.

"Oh-OH!" She squeaked and shuddered, arms trembling, as if the sudden penetration had sent a shock of pleasure throughout her body. She savored the feeling for a moment, her eyes fluttering, before raising up and shoving herself down again onto my meaty length.

My fingers dug into her hips as I held on for the ride. Shae wanted to do all the work, so I was going to hang on and enjoy it. Her mouth twisted and her body squirmed with pleasure as she raised and thrust herself down again, fucking her father with abandon. Maybe she was particularly horny this morning. Maybe she wanted to give a good show for her daughter, show her how much fun fucking could be. Whatever the reason, she was squealing and bouncing with even more vigor than usual. I relished the sight, taking in the jiggle of her slight breasts, the erotic curve of her pregnant belly and the arc of her neck as she threw her head back, enthralled by the pistoning pleasure of her Daddy's manhood digging at the deepest recesses of her cunt.

Three sets of labored breathing washed the bedroom. Shae and I panted our love for each other in a heavy tempo of gasps and groans, accompanied by the barely audible panting from our daughter as she peeked from the open door. I kept an eye on her in my peripheral vision, seeing the heavy flush of embarrassed excitement on her face.

Shae jerked and twitched, gasping as she bounced ferociously, and I realized she was on the brink already. She twisted and her moaning grew to a garbled cry, then she thrust down savagely and tensed up like a lightning bolt had struck her body. I held her steady, hands tight around her waist, riding the spasming waves of her pussy as it clamped down and convulsed wildly around my cock. My daughter came loudly, her orgasm sudden and fierce, her back arched and her head shaking wildly in the throes of her ferocious climax.

"Da...Da...Dad...Daddy!" She squeaked each word out through twitching lips before finally pitching forward onto my chest, still shuddering, her fingers gripping my chest so hard that she was pulling out the hair. I wrapped my arms around her back and held her tightly to me, enjoying the lingering jerks in her hips. Hot breath washed my face. Her lips caressed my cheek. The racing pulse of her heartbeat thudded against my chest. How many times had I held my sweet daughter in my arms like this? Naked, the pair of us shuddering together, sweat lubricating the slow slide of our bodies. My daughter my love. Not so tight anymore, but still juicy and warm, with a slender, delicate frame that nestled against my chest like she had been born to rest against it. I inhaled and relished the scents of peach shampoo and sweat and fresh sex that wafted from her body.

She trembled in my arms for a few moments longer, riding the ebbing wave of her orgasm, then went still.

"Daddy..." She cooed in my ear, and I felt her unseen smile, so utterly familiar to me. "I love you Daddy."

"Love you too darling." I let my hands drift down her back and squeeze the delightful slopes of her butt.

"You didn't cum yet?" She whispered.

"Just a little more sweetie." Our motions had dwindled to a languid rhythm, but I was close. Just watching my daughter squeal her way through an orgasm was practically enough to get me off.

"She's still watching, " I whispered in Shae's ear.

"Hmmmmmm." The sultry moan rumbled against my neck. "She's curious. Every teenage girl is curious. And curious girls like to watch. I told you."

The brown eyes still peeked from the shadow of the doorway like a peeping cat.

"Let's give her a nice ending to our show, shall we?"

Shae grinned fiendishly at her own suggestion as she pushed herself up again. My straining prick was still buried tightly in her cunt.

With an erotic arch of her back, Shae began grinding against me. Her breasts jiggled just in front of me, and I felt the slide of her pregnant belly against mine. Working her hips, gasping, my oldest daughter humped herself against me, her motions growing quicker.

I reached up and squeezed her tits - small, pleasing handfuls, warm in my fingers. Shae's pelvis worked against mine, and the rhythmic thrill of pleasure in my crotch swelled up as my cock throbbed in her sticky heat.

My fingers clenched, pinching her nipples. Shae squealed, her body jerking from the touch, and the lurch sent me tumbling over the edge. White heat spurted from my loins like a volcano. Shae's hair was tumbling around me, rippling in the golden morning light. I felt her breath hot on my cheek. My hips jerked and spasmed, bucking up into her with liquid passion spurting out of me like a river.

Hazy bliss fogged my senses. I drifted on the currents of euphoria, riding my climax with my daughter shivering against me. A murmur of passion tumbled from her lips and trickled into my ear - wordless whispers of passion from my sweet daughter to the Daddy she loved more than anything.

I opened my eyes. Shae was beaming down at me like a dream, sunlight cascading down her hair. Those little eyes at the doorway had disappeared with a muted squeak as we stopped.

Shae kissed me, passionately, then moved her hips to pull off me. Our genitals stuck together for one blissfully sticky instant, then I popped out. Shae rolled over next to me, breathing heavily, then sat up.

I rested in the bed, luxuriating in the warmth of the sun as Shae went to the bathroom. I heard the water running. What a beautiful morning, I mused. A lovely daybreak and a morning fuck with my cute daughter. Funny. I still thought of her that way, and always would. It was the way she looked at me, eyes shining with devotion, that said that she would always be mine.

I looked over at the open door of the bathroom. Shae hadn't come out. I groaned and rolled over on the sheets, then got up to check on her.

There she was, standing naked in front of the mirror, inspecting her body. Her hands rested on the smooth skin of her belly, slowly massaging.

I stepped up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, letting my hands cover hers. She leaned back into me gratefully. Our hands moved slowly, in small circles, feeling the heat of her belly together.

"12 weeks now, " she said, her voice soft. I nuzzled her ear, inhaling her scent. My lovely girl, with our baby growing in her belly.

"Want me to measure?" I asked. She nodded, still staring into the mirror. I grabbed the cloth tape measure from the counter and spooled it around her waist.

"Another inch, " I said. Shae beamed proudly. She had given me our first daughter, and even then as a girlie her motherly smile had seemed to shine with an inner light. Having a second child hadn't dampened it in the slightest. I rested my chin on her head and my hands on her hips, massaging up and down. Her body was still slender and tight, almost nubile, with a perfectly trimmed pussy that still glistened with the leavings of our love.

"Hmmm, that's such a good look on you, " I murmured.

"You say that every day." She swatted my hand with a smile.

"It's true."

"See if you'll say that when I'm so heavy I can barely stand up."

"Oh I will." We were swaying together, our hips moving. My flaccid prick was lodged up against the crack of her ass. "I've seen it twice before. It's glorious."

Shae snorted. "Glorious like a beached whale. Remember how big I got with Mia?"

"Well, you were a lot littler then, " I said.

"Yes...yes I was." Her hands squeezed mine, an affirmation of love. I wanted to have your baby so bad Daddy."

I remembered. It had nearly torn us apart. A painful memory, but it had laid the foundation for the rest of our relationship.

"And I'm glad you did, " I said. "It was worth it. Every moment."

We rocked side to side, our bodies moving together with my arms wrapped around her, reflecting in silence.

"Ok Daddy, " she said, straightening up. "Let me take a shower before breakfast at least."

"You don't want to go again?" I was nuzzling her ear again, touching it with the tip of my tongue."

"Good grief." She swatted me playfully again and broke my grip. "I'm all sweaty. Go find your daughter. I'll only be a few minutes."

I relented, giving her a final pat on the ass as I left. The morning sun felt so refreshing as it flooded through the blinds into our bedroom. I found my boxers and pulled them on along with a t-shirt, then went down the hallway.

No sign of Mia. The little scamp liked to hide whenever she thought we were looking for her. I shrugged to myself, then stepped out onto the deck. Seagulls cried out over the blue gulf of the ocean, dark shapes against the rising sun. I leaned on the railing, enjoying the fresh air swirling around me and the vast expanse of purplish clouds and orange sky that stretched out to the horizon. A myriad of tiny boats moved almost imperceptibly on the water. I watched their lazy progress in the morning light.

After a few minutes, the smell of cooking pancakes began to waft from the door. I turned and went back in. The table was already set, with Mia having appeared in a chair as if by magic and Isabelle burbling happily in the highchair next to her.

"Morning, tiger, " I said. "Sleep well?"

Mia yawned as if she had just gotten up.

"You guys are noisy, " she said, pretending to grouse.

"Sorry we woke you up sweetie. You know how frisky your mom gets in the mornings."

Mia shrugged as if disinterested, but I smirked to myself thinking of those lurking eyes in the doorway. It was far from the first time she had watched us. She had dressed in just her purple cotton panties and the pink shirt that said "Daddy's Girl" on it. The shirt had been Shae's once, when she high school. It was much too big for Mia. The long sleeves almost hid her hands and the neckline drooped over her bare shoulder. She had dug the shirt out of storage when playing in the garage one day, and Shae and I didn't have the heart to tell her no.

"Who's hungry?" Shae appeared from the kitchen doorway, bearing a plate with a large stack of pancakes.

"Meeeeee!" Mia held up her plate, bouncing on the chair. Shae grinned and began heaping pancakes onto it.

"We have strawberries too. I picked them up yesterday." Shae circled the table and began to pile pancakes onto my plate. Not burnt this time, thank goodness. Shae was perhaps slightly better at cooking now than she was when she was a girl, but I still did most of it. She liked to make breakfast though.

"Sounds delicious." I brushed a hand thankfully across Shae's bottom. She had slipped on panties and a sheer morning gown, eschewing her bra. She was as averse to wearing heavy clothing around the house as she had ever been.

The dining room filled with the mealy sounds of us eagerly scarfing our pancakes. Shae alternated between feeding Isabelle her pancakes and eating them herself. For a few minutes, our house - normally so noisy - was almost quiet. Mia had toppled a huge spoonful of strawberries onto her stack of pancakes and then drowned them in syrup and was now ripping off huge chunks and stuffing them in her mouth.

This was what I loved: watching my three beautiful girls, all of them smiling happily as we ate around the table as a family. Idyllic, almost. We had our problems too but getting along as a family wasn't one of them.

"I'm done!" Mia jumped up abruptly from her chair. "Daddy, can you come play outside with me?"

"I have stuff to do today baby, " I said.

"Like what?" Mia pouted.

"Well I gotta work on your mom's car again. It still has that problem starting."

"Can I watch?

"Why would you want to watch?"

Mia shrugged nonchalantly. "I like to watch."

Shae and I shared a smirk. Mia came over and leaned dramatically on me so I couldn't finish my last pancake.

"Come ooooon. Please Daddy?"

"Mia, you're on my arm."

"Uh huh. I'm not letting you get up until you promise."

"Oh you're not, huh?" I gave the girl a mock scowl.

"Nope. I want to go to the woods. Please?" Her pleading smile was perfectly calculated for maximum adorableness.

She had latched on to me like a leech. I shifted in the chair and stood up, hefting her off the floor. Mia swung from my outstretched arm, screeching with laughter, holding on with both hands.

"Man, I just have so much to do today, " I said with mock seriousness. I stepped towards the living room, letting the girl dangle from me as she laughed with delight. I turned in a circle, swinging her around, enjoying her squeal. She liked to wrestle, liked how strong her Daddy was. My bicep was flexed taut from holding her up, but she was still light enough to do this.

"It's too bad there's a fungus shaped like a little girl growing on my arm, " I said. Mia howled with laughter as I shook her, trying to dislodge her. Somehow she managed to hang on.

I looked down at her. "Look, if I promise, will you stop acting like a monkey?"

Mia nodded up at me, panting, her eyes hopeful.

"Ok, I'll go with you."

"Thanks Daddy!" Mia let me go and slammed my waist with a hug then disappeared like lightning, galloping down the hallway to her room to get ready.

"Mia, " Shae called, "don't forget to put your plate in the sink."

Hearing nothing, she craned her neck to look in the family room.

"She's already gone, " I laughed. I went and sat by Shae, who was cleaning up after feeding Isabelle.

"That girl is an animal, " Shae muttered. "At least Isabelle doesn't run around like a chicken with her head cut off."

"Not for a few more years at least, " I agreed.

Shae wiped Isabelle's lips a final time, then touched the girl's nose. "Who's my lazy little girl? You are!" Isabelle squealed with delight and reached out her hands for mommy. Shae stood up and hoisted Isabelle out of the chair, resting the toddler's head back on her shoulder.

"You two have fun, " she said. "Don't let her get all dirty like last time."

I laughed and gave Shae a kiss, then collected an armful of dishes and silverware and headed for the kitchen to wash