Oh How I Watched
Date: 10/27/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Cheating, Death, Drug, Extreme, Humiliation, Incest, Non-consensual sex, Group Sex, Water Sports/Pissing, Wife / MILF, Author: XtremelyNasty, Source: sexstories.com
"Harder!" my twenty-one year old daughter Emma cried out. I knew what was going on. I just don't understand why. For forty-seven I was in great shape. I ate healthy and I always kept myself well cleaned. Yet, my daughter was in my bedroom getting fucked beyond her limit by her dad, my husband. Emma and I had a great relationship. I remember from the time Emma was four, until ten, I would read her bed time stories and happily answered any questions that she had at the end before kissing her forehead and tucking her into bed. Emma loved to cook. By age twelve, she would help me out in the kitchen with the baking. We baked brownies, cakes, cookies, muffins, you name it! Things changed the day Emma turned eighteen. She had graduated high school and Tom, my husband, didn't see why Emma needed a curfew under our roof. Around one in the morning, she called Tom to pick her up from a party. As he got dressed, Tom said she was drunk and to let him handle it. I worrily closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep. When I woke up the next, I noticed Tom wasn't in bed. I went and knocked on Emma's door but didn't get a response. I called both of their phones and they went straight to voicemail. I didn't know what was going on. I clicked on the TV, waiting for their return. They walked through the door two hours later still dressed in the same clothes that they had on the day before. Emma looked at me and smirked before going upstairs. "Well?" I asked Tom who was watching her ass bounce up ... the stairs. "She's okay isn't she?" He mumbled also going upstairs. I shook my head and walked into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Months went by and Emma's appearance begin to change. She dyed her blonde hair red, she wore shirts that almost displayed her breasts, her shorts and skirts were always too small and her pants were too tight. She had even got her eyebrow, tongue and belly button pierced. I was afraid of what my baby was becoming. She always kept her bedroom door lock so i completely had no answer to her sudden change. What was even weirder, Tom was getting turned on by the new Emma. He started hugging her more, kissing her on her jaw line and licking his lips and rub his manhood when ever she came into the room. Emma would purposely bend over in front of Tom and he would slap her ass and tell her to quit teasing him before he do something about it. I even think, one time, he quickly slid a finger across her private area while she was bent over. When I questioned him on it, he smacked me in my face. I felt the blood dripping out of my nose as I hit the floor. Tom stood over me and hit me again. "Don't ever question what the fuck I do with my daughter. Its my business and if you even question my daughter on anything, I'll kick you in your fucking face!" He said walking out of the bedroom. I cried my eyes out. Tom never hit me before. I don't understand why I angered him so much that he had to get violent. Too afraid to call the police or run, I crawled into bed and ...