Damn it Layla

"Damn it Layla!"

I had awoken to the dreamy sight of my blonde little hottie hovering over me, her face scrunched up in a pensive look as she stared at me, almost through me.

"W-what are you doing?" I croaked as my voice came to life, stretching my arms outward while my brain tried to boot up.

"Shhhh daddy. Jenna's in the shower...I just wanted to give you your birthday present early." Layla purred, pulling the blanket past my quickly-hardening cock that was more than happy to greet her. It had been a hell of a week since Staci and Jenna put on their depraved little display in front of Natalie and Mikayla.

The blow back from my wife was nothing short of nuclear. Amongst the various text messages and voice mails from Lisa we'd come to conclude that Natalie must have told her that I was basically sleeping with all three women in all sorts of bizarre combinations. Not to mention that Staci was now a 'carpet munching dyke' and Jenna was nothing but a 'diseased, two-bit whore' as Lisa so succinctly put it.

So here we were, a week later getting ready to celebrate my birthday. The girls had already decided that we were all going to go to Rick's place today because 'he has a pool' but somewhere during the week the rest of the plans turned into a huge secret amongst the three women. So much so that they had essentially cut me off, not allowing any of them to come near me or my raging hard-on which didn't appreciate being left out.

It only served to stir up my primal instincts as I watched all three of them tease me mercilessly by walking around the house practically naked, tormenting my mind with all sorts of sordid thoughts that only served to heighten my animalistic lust. To take what was mine, and with three of them I was spoiled for choice. I knew eventually one of them would give in and it just so happened that it was my beautiful blonde daughter.

"I thought you weren't supposed to come near me?" I growled, feeling my cock expand from Layla's soft touch.

I couldn't wait daddy...I need you inside me..." She whispered in almost an urgent, pleading tone. I wasn't going to argue.

With that she worked the head of my cock between her warm pussy lips, eyelids fluttering as it brushed against her clit. She then slowly eased herself down on my flesh spear and I was once again welcomed by the warmth and wetness of my blonde daughter's tight little nineteen-year-old pussy.

"Fuck yesssss...!" I hissed between clenched teeth as Layla's inner sanctum stretched around me, my hands automatically reaching for her hips as I guided her further down onto my cock.

"Oh daddy I've missed thisssss..." My blonde-haired daughter sighed, sinking down until her puffy outer lips pressed against my pubic bone before she started a gentle rocking motion, hands pressing against my chest as we began a slow, sensual rut.

After being denied for most of the week it was nothing short of mind-blowing to be balls-deep in my beautiful princess, once more feeling the unique ridges and valleys of her velvety sheath as they tightened around my steely shaft.

Using my hands on her hips for leverage I started working my cock into my petite princess a little faster, knowing that we may not have that much time before being discovered. By now Layla had dropped her hand between her legs and was strumming her clit with an intensity that spoke to her heightened level of need.

"Shit yes daddy, fuck your little girl's pussy!" Layla hissed, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, partially concealing her face as she started fucking me back, our bodies glistening with sweat in the early morning light. I knew I wouldn't last long and I could tell that my daughter wasn't far behind as her breathing became shallow, the look on her face one of determined, unabashed lust, like she hadn't been fucked in years.

My lust-addled brain was taking charge by now, wanting nothing more than to fill my flesh and blood with the seed that made her. I swiveled my hips a little as Layla continued to ride me like her life depended on it, intent on hitting the magical spot inside her juicy little cunt.

"Oh fuck yes right there!" Layla squeaked, slapping her hand over her mouth as it came out a little louder than she'd wanted, short breaths coming through her nose as her orgasm built. I knew she was close so I began to fuck her with reckless abandon, the sound of our hips clapping into each other attesting to our primal needs as we worked our way towards a climactic finish.

"Such a good little cock slut!" I grunted between thrusts into Layla's cunt, her juices coating my balls, the delicious squelching of her overheated pussy working my cock adding to the sounds echoing throughout the quiet room.

"Your...little...cock...slut..." Layla gasped between every time I bottomed out in her, watching her firm, young breasts bounce in front of my face which only brought me closer to the edge.

But it was my princess who broke first.

"Ohhhhhh daddieeee!" Layla squealed when her orgasm crested, throwing her head back as her nails dug into my chest, the warmth of her pussy increasing exponentially around my cock that continued to spear into its depths. I was on the verge of a mind-blowing climax myself, my balls about to send a week's worth of pent-up seed deep into Layla's spasming little cunt.

But just as I was about to fill her with my incestuous offering Layla suddenly and inexplicably rolled off of me, my cock popping from her gripping cunt with a squelch, essentially killing any hopes of a much-needed release.

"What the fuck?" I cried out, shooting my daughter a look that, if weaponized, would have reduced her to a pile of fine pixie dust.

"Thank you, daddy, I really needed that!" Layla giggled, giving me a quick kiss on the lips before hopping from the bed, her firm little ass jiggling sweetly as she headed out the door, passing by Jenna who had just entered the room.

"What's going on?" The dark-haired woman wondered, eyes darting between the two of us, her body wrapped up in a towel while she used a second one to dry her hair.

"I was just saying good morning to daddy!" Layla sang innocently as she left, like she hadn't just used me to get herself off while leaving me hanging, evidenced by my achingly hard cock which bobbed back and forth, still coated in my daughter's girl cream.

"You know I always get what I want!" I snapped at Layla with a tone of finality.

"Counting on it daddy!" She sassed back, closing the door to her room.

"What was that all about?" Jenna pondered before she caught sight of my rigid shaft pointed at the ceiling.

"Oh. That's what."

"Yeah, she's in one of her moods again...full-on fucking brat!" I huffed as Jenna sat down on the bed, letting the towel fall from her tanned body before shifting over, circling my aching hard-on with her soft fingers.

"And why do you think she gets like that?"

"I don't know, hormones?" I groaned as her soft skin made contact with my steely shaft.

"Pffft! You men are all she same." Jenna snorted, lightly twisting her fisted hand around my cock while she continued;

"Blame it on the woman every time."

"Who should I be blaming it on Jenns?" I groaned from the woman's touch, which felt like more of a light brushing rather than a hardened grip as she continued to tease me.

"Oh I don't know Adam. Maybe she misses the real you? The one that takes control of her mind, her body, who uses the cane...and other things...to keep her inner brat in line?"

"She's told you this?"

"She's told me everything Adam. How you tied her to the desk in the basement and whipped her until she cried. How you took her anal virginity in the most savage of ways. Hell she even told me about how you stuck ice cubes up her ass and made her piss herself."

"Really?" I exhaled as Jenna's teasing fingers continued to keep me on the edge. It didn't help that the towel had completely fallen away, exposing Jenna's more than ample breasts, her dark nipples hardening in the cool air of the room.

"Really. She's also told me how you haven't done anything like that with her lately and how she misses it. When I told her what you and I did, hell even what you did with me and Staci last week she was so pissed because you haven't treated her like that lately. So she went into her brat mode, even made us swear to help her out by not giving you what you want, knowing that eventually you'd...take her."

"I didn't know it was such a big deal to her." I sighed as Jenna carried on edging me with her delicate fingers, using just enough pressure to keep my sensitive cock skin reacting the way she wanted.

"Oh but it is Adam, and not just with her. I mean don't get us women wrong, there are times when we like to be treated like a lady, to have a man who's a gentle and caring lover. But there are times that we want to be held down and treated like a whore, to be fucked...hard. In Layla's case that includes you making her...for lack of a better term...feel. Feel that sting on her ass when you beat her with a cane, feel the restraints digging into her skin, knowing that she can't get away from the strikes. She needs that to feel...whole."

"So that's why all of you have been acting like this all week?"

"See? Now you're getting it!" Jenna concluded, patting my head like she was praising a dog for not peeing on the carpet. It took all of my strength not to grab her by the back of the head and shove my cock down her throat right then and there. All of the pent-up energy was scrambling my circuits and I was on the edge of insanity. But she continued, unaware of how close she was to being fucked into the mattress;

"So I think it's time for you to step up and give her what she needs Adam...Quit being such a loving and caring father for a minute and show that beautiful bratty daughter of yours who's in charge around here."

"Yes ma'am!" I toned dryly, giving her a mock salute.

"See now, isn't that a better explanation for her behaviour than 'it's just hormones'?" Jenna purred her last few words before releasing my cock from her teasingly painful grip, licking my pre cum and Layla's juices off her finger and thumb as I groaned in frustration from being denied yet another orgasm. It was beginning to make my balls ache.

"Now get up, we're already late." Jenna smirked, rising from the bed before giving me one last pat on the head. I was coming to hate head pats.

"Besides, the quicker you get ready the sooner that...can be taken care of." The woman added, motioning at my throbbing cock before she swept out of the room.

"Careful what you wish for!" I seared, throwing a pillow at her backside.

"Oh I know exactly what I'm wishing for!" Jenna quipped as she shot a middle finger back at me, giving her ass a wiggle as the pillow went wide.

Glancing at the time she was right, we were late. I quickly got ready, meeting the girls downstairs.

"Where's Staci?" I questioned, noting the absence of my blue-haired daughter.

"Oh she had to pick up a few...things for the party. She's meeting us there." Layla stumbled, chewing on a bagel as she glanced nervously over at Jenna.

Something was up; I just knew it.

"Yeah, don't worry, all of your girls will be there." Jenna assured, sipping at her coffee. I just shrugged and quickly threw together something to eat before we all headed out the door.

We were soon on the interstate, the car uncharacteristically quiet, save for the looks that Layla and Jenna shot at each other every once in a while. Layla eventually reached into her purse, pulling out a familiar looking book. I tried not to pay much attention as she flipped through the pages, gasping at whatever she was reading. I let her carry on for a while before curiosity got the better of me.

"Is that another one of mom's journals?"

"Yup." Layla absent-mindedly replied, her attention focused on the pages.

"I thought I told you to stop reading those!" I growled, snatching the book from my daughter's hands. It was bad enough that Layla was reading them but it was made worse by the fact that Lisa wasn't here to answer the many questions her journals raised.

"So you don't want to know how mom lied to you about being a virgin?" Layla shot back, crossing her arms in front of her defiantly.

"Pfffft! That's old news. Figured that one out when I found out she was fucking her brother." It was just another one of Lisa's lies, which were beginning to pile up like snow in a blizzard. I had met Lisa when I was working for the college newspaper and she was on the cheerleading team. I'd done a piece on the life of a cheerleader and she was the one who seemed to be most interested in answering my questions. One thing led to another and soon we were dating, which totally surprised me at the time as I didn't think she would have even given me a second look.

Her virginity was another story, as I'd heard rumours but she convinced me that she was in fact, pure and innocent. I had to admit at the time it was mind-blowing to think that I'd fucked a virgin as it was kind of a thing in college to be able to brag to all the guys about being a woman's first. Lisa really built it up too, saying that she was saving herself for marriage but just couldn't wait to feel my cock inside her for the first time.

"Virgin my ass!" Jenna cackled from the back seat, unable to control herself, "I would be surprised if her body count was under thirty when she met your father the way she talked."

"Okay, then try this one on for size; Her and Natalie were besties in college. She's the one who dared Natalie to sleep with dad before they met."

"Fuck off really?" I turned to look at Layla, who nodded, a shit-eating grin on her face. Damn, maybe my Snow-White jokeswerelame. And here I thought I was just that good. Well shit.

"You really should start reading them daddy. It's like we don't know her at all." Layla bragged in a haughty tone, like she had just discovered who murdered Colonel Mustard.

"Get the fuck out! So Loose Lisa and Ice Queen Natalie? Friends?" Jenna gasped, her eyes wide.

"Yup. Mom even knew that Staci was dad's kid all along but she helped Natalie convince Charles that the baby was his. Then again are we really surprised?" Layla continued, taking a sip from her water bottle.

"Wow that's all kinds of fucked up!" Jenna added, shaking her head while looking towards me for a reaction. As much as it stung it was yet another nail in the proverbial coffin of our relationship and although I didn't want to say anything to the girls I already knew where the things were headed.

I was done with Lisa.

But as much as I wanted to forget about her and move on, I still needed her to come clean, not so much for me but I at least wanted her to salvage some sort of relationship with our daughter.

"Sorry daddy." Layla apologized as I handed the book back to her.

"All good princess. I guess nothing should surprise me anymore." I sighed, trying to remain stoic while my insides filled with rage. But I knew getting angry wasn't going to help anything, especially when my wife owed so many people around me an explanation.

As we pulled up to the house Rick and Taylor were there to greet us. Jenna immediately went up to Rick and gave him a warm hug as soon as she stepped out of the SUV.

"Looking good Jenna!" Rick confirmed, his eyes wandering up and down Jenna's curvy frame. It wasn't like she was dolled up, being just casually dressed in leggings and sports bra with a short t-shirt that came down just above her belly button, but apparently it was enough to get the man's attention.

"Thank you." Jenna blushed, a wide smile spreading across her lips from the compliment.

"Nice to see you man." I shook Rick's hand, interrupting his gaze as he then looked around, searching for the missing member of our crew.

"Where's your blue-haired little hottie?"

"She's just picking up a few things for the party." Layla cut in, giving Rick a hug.

"And how's my favorite niece?" I purred, wrapping my arms around Taylor's shoulders as I pulled her into a big bear hug before pulling back, taking in my red-headed niece's form, if nothing else than to remind myself of just how beautiful she was. Like Jenna she wasn't overly dressed, wearing just a simple white t-shirt with PINK written on it and red jogging shorts that looked like they were stuck to her mound with super glue.

"I'm fine uncle Adam." Taylor squeaked as I squeezed her tighter, feeling her bra-less tits push into my chest. It seemed to help relax her a little as she then turned to Jenna, shaking the woman's hand.

"Nice to meet you, Taylor..." Jenna cooed, sizing up the petite redhead as I just shook my head from the fact that Jenna always had an eye for cute young things as well.

"Shall we?" Rick interrupted, motioning us to go inside. As we passed the threshold Jenna's eyes immediately went wide as she took in the polished interior of the home, just like we had a few weeks ago. We all made our way into the kitchen, where Rick offered us drinks as we sat down at the table.

"So I heard about what happened with Natalie." Rick immediately cut to the chase.

"Yeah, it sucks because I really thought she was coming back." I responded, looking over at Layla who just rolled her eyes. I then spent the next few minutes bringing the man up to speed on what transpired after Natalie had told Lisa and the raging texts that followed, basically letting him know we were back to square one.

"Wow, that does suck. But I've been thinking about it since you told me and I think I might be able to help." Rick confessed, glancing over at Taylor.

"I mean I do have a score to settle with her as well."

"Oh? About what?" I questioned, shooting him a confused look.

"Well, besides the obvious questions, the more that I think back to the time our mother caught us, the more I think she set me up." Rick confessed, looking a little emotional. "I mean, we were always so careful. Always. But towards the end I had a suspicion that she was beginning to play me. She would let little comments slip whenever my folks were around, like hinting at the fact that we were, you know, intimate. As much as I reminded her that she could really screw things up, after a while she didn't seem to care. Then, I remembered something about the day mom caught us. She was always careful to lock her bedroom door when we did anything, but when I wanted to double check she told me she'd already locked it. And you all know the rest of the story."

"But why would she do that? I thought she was head over heels in love with you?" My mind spun at the new revelation.

"I think...and I hope that this is the farthest thing from the truth, I think she did it knowing how my folks would react, how they would take her side and basically throw me out of the family. I think she thought that she would get the house and the land in the inheritance. I mean, dad wasn't in the greatest of health, and mom was always so dependent on dad that she would be lost without him. So Lisa could see that there would be a time when they would...pass...which happened a couple of years after I left."

"And the house? What happened to the house?"

"You're sitting in it. Mom and dad never changed the Will which meant that Lisa and I split it fifty-fifty. I'd always kept in touch with some friends of theirs, so when I learned that dad had passed, I came back around. Helped mom out with the maintenance until she died, but when Lisa found out I was back she stopped coming to visit mom. Seemed like she couldn't face me for some reason, guilt maybe I dunno. I tried reaching out to her after mom died but she never returned my calls. I heard from friends she even changed her number, like she didn't want to have anything to do with me. Almost like she was...scared of me."

The whole room went silent for a while as everyone took in Rick's story.