Bad Mother continued…

So, you liked my first tale did you? Of discovering my husband stuffing my daughters mouth with cock? Now you want to know what happened next? Read on

If memory serves, we left off round about the part were I captured undeniable video evidence that my husband was molesting my baby girl and how I made myself climax while watching it and ended up covering the screen in my pussy juices from a momentous orgasm.
Now, suffice it to say, I was in quite the state after watching the footage of my loving and adoring husband stuffing his adult cock into the mouth of my prepubescent daughter.
Physically, mentally, emotionally, I was a complete mess and utterly confused.
I didn’t know what to do. I knew what I should do is head out, grab my daughter and find a place to stay before calling the cops and having Ryan arrested but as I was calming down from my orgasm, I slowly felt my head clear and suddenly was filled with such shame at having gotten off on watching my husband and daughter that everything just became too overwhelming, so I closed the video, shut off the computer, got dressed, left a note on the fridge saying “I’ll be back later, gone shopping” and headed out to my car.
I drove all morning, just riding round and round, on streets I knew well, and on some I’d never driven before. I was trying to fill my head, distracting myself with only thinking about driving and not letting the memory of my husband and daughter on that video stream though my mind until I couldn’t ignore it anymore.
To my shame, I also found myself getting wet at the imaged floating through my mind and as a result, I ended up pulling off into an underground parking lot to finger myself off.
Just picture it, a young mid twenties woman parked in a dark corner of a lot, sitting in her car with her pants pulled down to her ankles, stuffing her holes with her fingers as she brings herself to orgasm after orgasm to the mental image of her daughter sucking her husbands cock.
After two orgasms, I sat back still with my legs spread wide and my hands on my forehead, breathing hard and sorting through my tumultuous emotions, trying to comprehend what all was happening to me.
It took me a while but eventually I calmed down enough to focus and slowly I began to seriously think about what I was going to do going forward. About my husband, about my daughter, about my life!
First off, I knew what society expected me to do, turn Ryan over to the authorities at the very least to be judged but I immediately realized that would make me somewhat of a hypocrite as I’d just brought myself to multiple orgasms watching him perform the acts society would condemn him for.
But the other reason I shied away from this course of action is because, despite his blatant transgressions, I still felt an intense love for him that was probably clouding my judgment and I found myself too hesitant and just couldn’t bring myself to turn him over.
So, doing the right thing was off the table for me but another alternative was that I could just leave him, I supposed. This would obviously have major repercussions, not least of which would be that I’d most likely end up having to live the life of a single mom again and maybe even go back to long hours of shift work that I honesty didn’t think I was capable of anymore.
And of course, it would be a life without Ryan in it and even just picturing that made my insides cringe with despair.
But if I stayed with him, that now meant I had to think what both my future and my daughters life would be like and that meant I had some very hard questions to ask myself.
Did I come clean to my husband and confront him about his molestation of my little girl. Doing so would create one of two paths, I supposed. The first being that I make him stop all indecent acts he’d commit with Angelica and maybe even get Ryan to go to counselling to help him deal with his now very obvious deviant urges.
The second path on the other hand would be the exact opposite, to take a more active and consensual roll in his abuse of my daughter, maybe even help him in his deviancy, like possibly having me lick my own daughters little rosebud to moisten her tiny hole so Ryan can have an easier time of fitting his adult cock up my little Angels backdoor.
My libido was obviously wholeheartedly in favour of the latter option as arousal flamed through my body and I spent the next few minutes bringing myself to another orgasm.
Afterward covering the seat with even more wetness, I decided that I was in no fit state to make this decision right now and needed to give it a bit of time to think it through, but in the meantime, I decided I should head back home, and who knows, maybe the decision would be made for me.
With that thought, I pulled up my pants, started the car and drove off.
When I arrived home, it was to an empty house which I realized wasn’t that strange when I saw the time, as Ryan was probably out fetching Angelica from school as he usually did.
But with that realization I also began to wonder what he might be doing with her on the drive home and the image of my little Angelica sucking Ryan’s cock while he was driving or maybe even sitting on his lap with his cock stuffed up one of her holes had my pussy flooding again and I ended up rushing off to my bedroom, grabbing some of the toys from my special draw and spending some time bringing myself to a couple more climaxes.
I was so exhausted afterwards though that I just lay back for a few seconds that turned into what must have been much longer because when I came to it was to the taste and smell of a very eager penis, seeking entry into my mouth.
My husband had obviously arrived home and found me here naked on our bed with a large purple phallus stuffed up my cunt and anal beads sticking out my backside and obviously decided that a bit of playtime with the wife was in order.
This might’ve been a major surprise to some women but this wasn’t the first time I’d been woken up by Ryan with his cock in my face, we’d actually made a bit of a game out of this kind of action over the years as one of the kinky games we’d play is him trying to see how far he could get with me before I actually woke up.
Funny side note, he’d once actually managed to stick his cock in my mouth, cum, pull out and have me swallow it all without waking me up. I know he did this, cause he showed me the video he filmed of it afterwards.
As I mentioned in my previous part, Ryan introduced me to a lot of new kinks and sleeping sex was just one of the perversions I’d come to enjoy, so I wasn’t really caught off guard having been awoken by a cock now pushing it’s way past my lips and into my mouth.
I blinked the fuzziness out of my eyes and looked up at my naked husband straddling my head as he force fed me his meat and barely gave me a breath to brace myself as he started fucking my face.
Looking up at my husbands handsome face as he smiled down at me with so much love and adoration I couldn’t believe that this same man was also looking at my daughter in the same way.
That the cock currently filling my mouth had also been stuffing my daughter’s mouth that very morning.
And was it just my husbands precum I was tasting or was I also tasting my daughter’s pussy on his cock.
These thoughts rocketed through my mind as my head was bounced up and down from the gyrating of Ryan’s hips but rather than disgust me as they should, I just got overwhelmingly aroused and started playing with my toys again as my husband used my mouth like a pocket pussy.
I ended up cumming twice more, the first from the thought I was tasting Angelica on Ryan’s cock, the second was when he filled my mouth and covered my face in his semen.
I barely got a rest after though, as just as I was coming down from the orgasm, Ryan flipped me over, pulled the beads out of my ass and replaced it with his cock instead.
I squealed at the suddenness of his assault but even though it did hurt slightly, I was loving the dominating and wanted more.
More is what I got as for the next hour or so Ryan went to town on all my holes. After fucking me in the ass for a while, he pulled out, flipped my over again and stuck his penis back into my mouth.
I’m not the biggest fan of ass-to-mouth and this wasn’t the first time I’d done it with Ryan but I was so aroused that day that I didn’t care and happily did whatever he wanted.
And boy, did he take advantage of that!
Ryan kept fucking me in every hole, turning me this way or that way, folding me by pushing my legs up to my chest taking turns shoving his cock first up my pussy, then my ass, then finishing off in my mouth. He had me use my feet and tits too to bring him off and by the end of our little fuckfest, my face, hair, chest, ass, cunt, legs and feet all had a taste of Ryan’s cum.
Our session didn’t end there though, no, after looking at my reflection in our bedroom mirror and seeing what a mess he’d made of me, I dragged him into the bathroom, got down on my knees in the shower and told him he had to clean me off now.
Getting the hint, Ryan hastened to comply and within a few seconds I was getting the most wonderful golden shower from my hubby.
But as his piss rained down on my head, through the golden haze, I saw my little Angel staring at us, with her little hands pressed between her legs, pushing her school skirt up into her cleft. She didn’t seem to realize I saw her but then I blinked and she’d gone.
Leaning back, I stared up at my husband as he continued washing off his cum from my body with his urine, marking my body with his scent and I came to a realization.
I was his, completely and utterly. I knew it shouldn’t be so, that I should have some reservations but in all honesty, I didn’t.
If Ryan wanted to fuck me like I was a cheap hooker, he could. If he wanted to turn me into his personal slave, I’d let him. If all he wanted of me was to be his cumdump, I’d happily take on that role.
Why!? Because I loved him, helplessly and hopelessly. Loved him so much, I knew that no matter what he did, I would always and forever be with him. I was utterly lost, and I had no desire to be found.
So, if he wanted to stuff my little daughters mouth with his cock, I’d let him. If he wanted her ass dripping his cum, I’d happily spread those little cheeks myself. And if he wanted to put a baby in her belly one day, I’d help him fill her little pussy with his semen.
I belonged to him, I realized as he soaked me in his urine. And so did my daughter and any offspring I might one day give him.
I stared up at this man that I realized I loved so much and felt myself letting go of all my old convictions and morals for I knew then and there I was with him, come what may.
It was such a freeing feeling, not having to think or worry about what’s right or wrong anymore and just letting someone else decide those for me. An absolute pleasure.
And with this epiphany, I also came to the conclusion that I must come clean with him about what I knew he was doing with Angelica, but I hesitated, for I still wasn’t really ready to have that conversation and also didn’t quite know how far he’d gone with my daughter and I was also curious to find out how long he planned on keeping it all hidden from me.
So with that interesting query in my mind, and after he’d finished pissing on me, I stood up, smiled and told him I’d better go get supper started and check on Angelica while in the back of my mind I was thinking about how best to go about filming his future exploits with my daughter.
I knew I needed to come up with a slightly altered strategy as just putting cameras everywhere wasn’t really getting me anywhere and slowly a plan began to form but that little tale you’ll have to read next time…..

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