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“Happy now? What was that anyway?”I felt totally deflated. “I’m sorry...I just…” Carol laughed again.

The next night is much the same, as is the night after. It’s become as much of her nightly habits as anything else, her body always waking her with a fire in her crotch that can only be satiated with a visit to her father’s bed. As usual, despite the visit of the nighttime succubus each night, her father is happier and livelier than usual. The stress of his job and chores drained along with his balls. Sarah knew she should still be feeling bad about this, but there didn’t seem to be a reason for it. Her dad was feeling great, better than ever, and she was feeling the same. Her newfound lust wasn’t hurting her schoolwork or volleyball practice anymore and she was feeling more confident when her friends brought up sex. She had thought on one time to show her friends one of her videos of swallowing a huge load of cum, just to brag, but decided against it. It wouldn’t be good for anyone to ask any questions on who she was getting it from.

I crawled slowly forward, slipping out of Daddy's grip and reluctantly peeling myself off his still-hard cock. I don't think Mom really understood what I was intending, she was still too wrapped up in what she'd just seen, but by the time my cummy little pussy was over her breasts, and I still hadn't stopped, I think she figured it out.