Taboo One Shots: Erotica Collection

Daddy, I'm not mom 2

Tess sighed in relief, realization washing over her.

Thank God.

For a second there, she thought Tyrone had turned into an asshole overnight. Of course he thought she was her mom. It was their bed after all and Tess had no business being in it.

“Tyrone, daddy, it’s me, your daughter,” she whispered urgently, her heart pounding in her chest as she gulped.

Misunderstanding or not, she had to shut this s**t down quickly.

Daddy's insistent hard d**k poking her stomach while his hand roamed under her gown was making Tess' p***y wet.

Fuck, how long had it been since her last m**********n session?

Waiting to f**k until marriage suddenly seemed like the worst idea.

All she and Pete did anymore was fight.

Wedding stress had taken its toll on their relationship in the last few months. She should have let him rail her p***y silly. Maybe then he wouldn't feel so far away and her p***y wouldn't be getting wet for her mother's husband.

She was the worst, wasn't she? Time to make a run for it, before things got worse.

“Daddy, did you hear me? I’m not mom. The storm was really raging on and I just needed a little comfort. But it's easing up now. So…" she trailed off, a hot blush creeping up her neck and settling in her cheeks as she tried explaining herself.

"Naughty. Want to be daddy's girl tonight, Annie? Is your p***y getting wet for daddy's d**k?" Tyrone played along.

Tess gulped, frustrated with how reassuring those dirty words were.

How much she longed to say yes. Daddy's touch melted away the fear and eased her anxiety and grief.

Sick freak.

Leave your mother's husband alone.

He couldn't help but think how strikingly similar she sounded to their daughter as he parted her legs. Moments later, his powerful frame was pinning her down into the mattress anyway.

After all, it was nothing new. The similarities between their voices and looks shocked even Tyrone sometimes. Same body build, same sweet voice, same hair, eyes, everything. If they weren't twenty years apart in age, they could be twins.

"Kinky minx," Tyrone teased, nuzzling Tess' neck while thinking it was his wife.

Lightning flashed, lighting up her long, auburn hair and soft curves.

But Tyrone didn't stop.

The brief light hadn't been enough to disillusion Tyrone.

He groaned deeply and captured her mouth in a hungry kiss.

Tess moaned loudly, caught off guard as his tongue pushed past her lips.

"Daddy," she tried again, while one rough hand shoved under her nightgown, hurriedly roamed up her body and palmed her bare breast.

Tess' deep, determined voice died in a gentle sigh as Tyrone pinched and rolled her n****e.

"f**k," she purred, squirming beneath her daddy.

Pete and Tess had done oral and some over the clothes stuff, including him groping her t**s, but Tyrone was the first to touch her breast bare. The pleasure was otherworldly.

She momentarily lost herself to cardinal indulgence, slipping her fingers through his hair.

When he dug out one of her t**s and his mouth latched onto that same n****e, his boxer clad d**k grinding up against her damp panties, Tess moaned guiltily.

Just for a second, she wondered what if she just… went with it?

"Yes, daddy's baby girl," Tyrone purred around her n****e, his husky voice snapping Tess out of her lust induced trance. "Want d**k, daddy's sweet Annie?"

He's your father, for f**k's sake. He loves your mom. Get it together, Tess. Tell him you're not his f*****g wife of fourteen years, you slut.

“Daddy, stop. Please. It's really me. Your baby girl. Your daughter. Please. Daddy, I'm not mom,” Tess tried again, squirming beneath him, worsening the situation by unintentionally dry humping her daddy.

Naturally, this only aroused Tyrone's stiff d**k even more.

Another violent boom of thunder made Tess cry out in genuine terror and cling to his shoulders.

"Daddy, I'm scared. Please. Let's just cuddle. Please," Tess all but sobbed, burying her head in his chest despite their interesting predicament.

“Shhh, daddy’s got you, baby,” Tyrone growled against her neck, completely lost in the fantasy. “You’re nice and safe with me. Spread those pretty legs like a good girl and we'll keep this our dirty, little secret. Don’t wake mommy, okay?"

His voice was thick with lust as his fingers left her breasts to hook into her panties. He yanked them roughly down one thigh, then the other.

Tess’s breath came in panicked gasps. What the f**k just happened? Maybe daddy did know it was her? He did just say not to wake mom. Maybe he wanted her after all.

Fuck, his touch felt wrong. Intoxicating. So perfectly forbidden. Irresistible.

She could feel his thick, heavy c**k pressing against her thigh, rock hard and leaking. Clearly daddy wanted to f**k.

Could she really deny him after everything he had done for her?

Shame flooded her as her p***y clenched in anticipation. Slick with forbidden arousal from his rough handling and the overwhelming comfort of his body, Tess couldn't make herself speak.

Even his fingers inching closer to her horny p***y while her panties lingered around her knees did nothing to help the words out.

All she did was moan as he dipped his fingers into her wetness, spreading her folds, then dragging it over her c**t.

"That's it, baby. Moan for daddy. Mommy will never know," Tyrone piled it on as he rubbed Tess' nub in gentle circles.

“Daddy, please wait. I'm a virgin," she spat out, when words finally did come, stunning herself, her eyes widening in shock as she moaned softly, her hips rocking gently against his touch.

A virgin? That's your problem with what's happening? Tell him to stop!

"Oh, are you now? All the more reason for daddy to comfort his little one with d**k. Little freak," Tyrone chuckled huskily, sliding a finger into Tess' f**k hole.

Tyrone thought the fantasy must have been going to his head, because his wife certainly felt as tight as a virgin tonight.

"Relax, little slut. Daddy will take good care of you," Tyrone insisted, too turned on to even consider that Tess really might not be his wife.

He fingered her patiently with one thick digit, then slid in another when her p***y was relaxed enough to accommodate him.

"God daddy, yes," Tess submitted, moaning lightly, then immediately countered with, "I mean no. We shouldn't. Please listen," she begged half heartedly, her head falling to the side as Tyrone's patience wore thin and his fingers started f*****g her deep.

She watched him pull back, his fingers leaving her cunt after f*****g it into a frenzy of need, then sighed, conflicted.

This meant they were stopping now, right? But was that really what she wanted? If she asked daddy to keep going, would he?