Daddy Dearest

Keeping his eyes glued firmly on the floor, with beads of cold sweat dotting his brow, Bow’s mind raced. The last thing he’d expected was for Windy to return home from her trip early, and her timing couldn’t have been worse. Having literally walked in on him balls deep in their daughter, during or just prior to him blowing a load deep into Dash’s cunt, it was fair to say that the situation couldn’t have been more awkward.

“Ahem,” Windy loudly cleared her throat, causing the stallion to start.

Seeing no point delaying the inevitable, he wearily lifted his head and peered over at his wife. Though he’d been with her for decades, her expression was hard to read, which did little to calm his nerves. She’d been gracious enough to let him and Dash shower and get dressed after barging in on them, but that hardly made explaining everything any easier.

“Ok, so,” he began, anxiously fiddling with his hands, “I came home one day and -”

“He fucked me!” Dash gleefully chirped, leaning over and wrapping her arms around him. “And it was amazing!”

Had he been able, Bow would have facepalmed so hard that he would’ve likely given himself a concussion. While it wasn’t like Windy didn’t know they’d been fooling around, just laying it on the table so shamelessly wasn’t exactly an ideal way to start the conversation. Forcing an extremely uncomfortable smile, keenly aware of his daughter’s massive rack against his arm, he gave a small shrug.

“The short version is that I came home, found her like this, and we ended up - uh…” he trailed off, struggling to find an appropriate word. “Bonding for a bit.”

“Bonding…” Windy flatly repeated, looking between them, “like what you were doing in the bedroom…?”

“Mmmhmm,” Dash hummed, slipping one hand to the stallion’s groin. “We do it at least once a day, sometimes twice, and Daddy always leaves me satisfied.”

“Oh really now?” the matron softly inquired, piquing a brow and shifting her attention to her slatternly dressed daughter.

“Oh my gosh yes!” Dash exclaimed, releasing her father to fully face the older mare. “He’s just so big and strong, his cock is massive, and when he cums,” she shivered, thinking back to the innumerable creampies she’d received, “it’s totally the best thing ever!”

While she wasn’t sure why her precious Daddy seemed so nervous that mom had come home, she was delighted with the development. With two gorgeous mares in the house, things would be twice as nice as they once were! As she leaned forward, with her shirt hanging open to expose her enormous breasts, she smiled over at her mother.

“Now that you’re here, we can both take care of Daddy! I know you gotta work, but I’ve been super good about cleaning the house and tidying up - heck, I even started learning how to cook!” she blithely remarked.

“So you’re happy being a homemaker?” Windy asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Oh absolutely! I know it took a while,” she continued, almost taking a reverent tone, “but I finally realized that my place is tending to the house and making sure Daddy is as comfortable and stress-free as he can be! Don’t get me wrong, he’s your husband, but nothing makes me happier than taking care of him and his big, meaty -”

“Ooooooooookay!” Bow interrupted, getting to his feet. “Do you young ladies want anything from the store? I think I’m going to head out and -”

“Dash,” Windy smoothly intoned, cutting him off, “how about you show me how you’ve been treating my husband.”

“Really? Right now?” Dash bleated, shooting up from the couch.

Bow’s mouth flapped uselessly, though not a single word escaped him. He’d hoped to go out for a few minutes, buying himself precious time to think and possibly find a way to defuse the situation, but Windy had just thrown him one hell of a curve ball. Be damned if he knew how serious she was, or if her request was some kind of a trap, but he was not about to be used in such a scandalous, embarrassing, and wholly unbecoming fashion.

“You have got to be joking,” he finally muttered.

“Not in the slightest - besides, it’s not like you didn’t have her pinned to the bed less than half an hour ago,” the mare haughtily and somewhat ominously chuckled, trotting off to the bedroom.

“C’mon, Daddy!” Dash squealed, grabbing his wrist and dragging him along behind herself.

She’d been overjoyed by seeing her mother, but the prospect of actually performing for Windy made her downright ecstatic! At long last, she’d be able to show off just how much she loved her Daddy - not to mention all the things she’d learned from their time together. As far as she was concerned, if her mom wanted to see the type of treatment her husband had been receiving, she’d be more than happy to oblige.

Entering the bedroom behind her mother, with her father in tow, she released his wrist and nonchalantly shrugged off the button-up she’d borrowed from his closet. “Have a seat, Daddy, I wanna show off these puppies!” she proclaimed, hefting and squeezing one tit in each hand.
Totally at a loss for words, tearing his eyes off his baby-girl’s immense rack, he looked to his wife’s face. The smug grin she bore was beguiling as it was terrifying, telling him everything he needed to know - she wasn’t fucking around. Confused, hesitant, and just a bit aroused, he uneasily fidgeted in place.

“Go on, Honey,” Windy snickered, motioning to the vacant yet still disheveled mattress, “have a seat…”

Like an inmate on his way to the gallows, he trudged to the bed and did as asked. He’d dug his own grave, firmly put himself between a rock and a hard place, and there was no way for him to get out. To make matters worse, knowing how fucking amazing Dash’s tit-jobs were, his body rebelled against him, giving him what may have been the most uncomfortable erection of his life.

Strutting before her Daddy, Dash gave herself a moment to fully disrobe. It didn’t bother her in the slightest if her mom wanted to watch - in fact, if anything, it inspired her to really elevate the experience. Hooking her thumbs over the waistband of her boy, she spun around, bent over, and dragged the garment over her ass and down her thighs. If there was one thing her Daddy seemed to enjoy, especially as of late, it was her putting on a bit of a show before getting intimate.

Only stopping when she touched her ankles, lifting one leg at a time to toss the article aside, she drew her hands back up her legs and to her tush. She didn’t need to look back to know right where he was looking, bringing a smile to her face. While she’d never taken joy from showing herself off to anyone, something about him tickled her exhibitionistic side and washed away the reluctance of her past. He’d played an instrumental part of making her, so he was more than entitled to see everything she had to offer.

Prizing her buns apart, giving him a perfect view of her succulent, rosy interior, she fought back a giggle. If she had to guess, he was already rock hard and ready to go, but that could wait just a bit longer. As she withdrew her hands and spread her legs, taking a broad stance, she reached between her thighs, sank two fingers into her drooling cunt, and spread her parted lips.

“I wasn’t planning on doing anything naughty,” she giggled, lowering her bosoms to the floor, “but I don’t want to disappoint Mom.”

Shifting her focus from his sweating face to his loins, she spun around, smoothly sank to all fours, and crawled between his legs. Though he was still fully dressed, the imprint within his slacks was unmistakable. With her little display complete, and Daddy’s stallionhood undoubtedly at full-mast, she reached out with one hand and began undoing his pants.

Like a deer in the headlights, unable to move, Bow watched her unzip his fly, tug his pants down, and free his turgid length. The internal conflict within him was, in a word, apocalyptic. On one hand, his time with her had effectively indoctrinated him to wiles, compelling him to grab her head and pull her to his package - on the other, with his wife lurking somewhere nearby, the ominous threat of a divorce loomed heavily over him. Totally at a loss, seeing the youthful mare lean in and wrap her lips around the tip of his shaft, the sensation of the mattress shifting shook him from his thoughts.

Before he could react, quite literally catching him with his pants down, a pair of arms wrapped around him. Looking frantically to his right, feeling something on his shoulder, he quickly discovered what was going on. Windy’s face rested just beside his, with her chest against his back, though that wasn’t what struck him as odd - no, the fact that his wife seemed to be enjoying the spectacle of their daughter blowing him was what sent his mind reeling.

“Sweet Celestia,” Windy whispered, pawing at his shirt, “this is hot…”

He could scarcely believe his ears, hearing the scandalously spontaneous admission. Had she really just said what he thought she said. Trying and failing to process everything that was happening, blissfully unaware that she’d unbuttoned his shirt, his bewilderment cost him dearly. As his wife’s fingers danced over his pecs, grazing and teasing his nipples, his daughter shot forward and sheathed his stallionhood in her maw.

“Be sure to fondle his balls, Sweetie,” Windy quietly instructed, drawing her tongue up his jaw and to his ear.

Though Dash instinctively tried to reply, all she could manage was a stifled gag around the log of flesh in her gullet - that said, her hand shot to his ripe, fuzzy nuts. Her mom had only been home for less than a day - heck, barely even an hour, and she was already helping so much! While she’d always done her best for her Daddy, Windy’s experience with him would be invaluable!

Rhythmically bobbing her head, while tenderly kneading and fondling his balls, she closed her eyes. Even though they’d just had a hasty shower, his scent tickled her sinuses and sent a thrilled shiver up her spine. If she had to guess, given how virile he was, all the soap in the world couldn’t scour away his rich, ambrosial musk.

Withdrawing ever so slightly and drawing a breath, she forced her head forward. While swabbing her throat with him had gotten a bit easier with practice, it still took a considerable amount of concentration. Feeling the head of his cock plunge down her esophagus, moving towards her stomach, her lips stretched around his medial ring.

“You’re doing great, Honey!” Windy endearingly hummed from above, shaking her concentration.

Slowing slightly, with only the final inch of his length left free, Dash opened her eyes and peered upwards. Pressed against her Daddy’s back, running her hands over his chest, her mother nibbled his ear; the sight was almost excruciatingly hot, inspiring her to continue. Twisting her head from side to size, struggling to get the thick base into her muzzle, her nose eventually pressed against the stud’s neatly trimmed, rainbow pubes.

“Fuck,” Bow grunted, reflexively bucking into her face.

“That comes later,” Windy tittered, kissing his cheek. “For now, I want to see just how good she is at this.”

The comment roused Dash’s latent competitive side, making the moment all the more passionate. Rearing back, freeing nearly the entirety of his saliva slickened length, she inched closer, grabbed her bosoms, and sandwiched his cock between her tits. Despite having had her massive rack for less than a month, it hadn’t taken her long to learn how to wield her mountainous chest to their full potential.

Using her arms to squeeze her breasts together, continuing to suck on the head of his dick, she rocked her torso forward and back. Getting him off, feeling his length throb against her, was as arousing as it ever was, yet the sight of her Daddy being toyed with by his wife elevated the experience, making her loins ache for attention. She was so turned on that it nearly hurt, so wet that trails of juices were creeping down her inner thighs, and she wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to stand it.

As she whimpered around him, feeling her marehood winking in desperation, her muted plea did not go unnoticed. It wasn’t like she was trying to call attention to herself, since Daddy’s needs and wants would always exceed her own, yet her mother mutely shook her head. If she’d done something wrong, transgressed in some unknown way, she couldn’t fathom what it was, yet slowed to a halt and unsurely pulled away.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked, glancing between the two.

“Not at all, Honey!” Windy reassuringly noted, extending an arm to pat her head. “If anything, you were doing too much!”

Dash recoiled and scrunched her snout, more confused than ever. “I...I don’t understand.”

Moving from behind her husband, the older mare sidled to the edge of the mattress. “There are plenty of ways to make a stallion happy and have fun yourself,” she explained, grasping his shoulders. “It’s all well and good to place your stud on a pedestal, but you can’t just ignore your own needs!”

Gradually reclining onto his back, Bow silently allowed the situation to play out. Considering how badly he’d screwed the pooch, having been caught committing adultery with his daughter, he realized his best option was likely to play along and keep his mouth shut. If Windy wanted him to do something, given the circumstances, he’d do it without question.

“Slide up just a little bit, Dear,” his wife prompted, patting his shoulder.

Without a second thought, he propped himself up his elbows and worked his way up the mattress and towards the headboard. It was only as he moved past his lover did he notice that something was amiss. Looking up and down her bare back, seeing her kick her panties away, he did a double take.

The sight of her bare body damn near did him in, making him genuinely wonder if he’d gone insane. Instead of reaming him out and berating him for fucking their child, his spouse had done nothing but instigate more depravity and, if his suspicions were right, had every intention of getting in on the action. Utterly dumbfounded by the development, with his stallionhood so hard that it ached, he watched her get to her feet and step over his head.

“Dash, Sweetie, join me up here,” Windy urged, lazily squatting down over his face.

Nodding eagerly, Dash clamored onto the bed and got her first good look at her mother’s naked body. “Holy cow - Mom, I didn’t know you were so hot!”

With a bit of pudge in all the right places, and a pair of surprisingly perky tits, her Mom was the textbook definition of a MILF. She’d never really taken the time to appreciate her maternal lineage, but the sight reminded her of why her Daddy had put a ring on Windy’s finger all those years ago. If she was lucky, which she prayed she was, she might just develop into an attractive cougar herself some day!

“Now then,” her mother stated, “for some stallions, less is more.”

She knit her brow, unsure of how to process the assertion. “I’m not sure I understand…”

“You see, stallions like your Daddy actually like to be teased a bit - you know, like when you’re assertive with them,” Windy added. Seeing the confused look on Dash’s face, she smiled. “Watch and learn. Bow, be a dear and eat my cunt while our daughter rides that fat cock of yours.”

Bow was speechless - not just because he’d just heard his wife tell his daughter to ride his cock, not just because he’d effectively been stripped and was being toyed with, but because Windy was positively drenched. With her nethers hovering mere inches from his face, dripping over his nose and onto his lips, the view of her engorged, winking marehood brought with it a profound comprehension; she wasn’t mad he’d been plowing their child - she was more worked up than he’d seen her in years.

As the realization dawned on him, Windy descended and ground her cunt against him. The familiar bouquet of her sex assailed him, his trepidation transformed to one of overt lust and barely restrained excitement. His hands shot upward, grasping her ample hips, as he plunged his tongue into her. Instead of dealing with the threat of a ruined marriage, as well as possible legal charges, he’d been ushered through the pearly gates of hedonistic heaven.

With all the zeal of a sex-crazed youth, he ate out his wife like it was the last day of his life. If Dash wanted to jump in and impale herself, that was totally fine with him - if not, he’d be just as content munching carpet until he was slathered in Windy’s climactic eruption. Lipping her clit, feeling her shiver atop him, his ambitions soared to unimaginable heights.

Dash rested on her knees, watching the display with open awe. It had never occurred to her to be domineering with him, yet seeing him enthusiastically feasting on her mom’s snatch was irrefutable proof that the wisdom was sage. Subconsciously rubbing her groin, grazing her clit, she only then remembered what she was supposed to be doing.

Moving up his body, she swung one leg over his waist and got into position. It was a momentous occasion, marking the first time she’d be involved with a threesome and her first lewd experience with her mom, and she’d do everything she could to cherish it. Rocking her hips back, guided by feel alone, she brought her entrance to the tip of his length, steadied herself, and bore down against him.

Feeling him slip into her depths, she shuddered. The only difference between this and every other time she’d been stretched open by his gargantuan member was that there was someone else to tend to - someone she had every intention of expressing gratitude towards. Turning her attention to her mother, she bent forward and wrapped her lips around one of Windy’s nipples.

“Oh my,” Windy gasped, “she is an eager one!”

“Mmmhmm,” Dash hummed, twisting and lightly tugging on her mom’s free teat.

Her affection was immediately returned, as her mom fumbled for her heaving bosoms. She didn’t consider herself gay by any means, but the deft touch of a mare was exhilarating. Her only complaint about the entire situation, if she had to name one, was that felt as though she was in a juggling act. Pleasing one partner could be tricky enough as it was, but tending to two might just prove to be a challenge.

Groaning around her mother’s tit, as she fully hilted her Daddy, she broadened her stance and started bouncing. Thankfully for her, the muscle memory of all her time with him was a boon. Mechanically clenching and relaxing her canal, working his dick like she owned it, she was able to fixate on her mom’s chest.

“Not too fast, Dear,” Windy tutted, rolling her hips forward and back, “you want him to savor it.”

Though Bow could only barely make out what was being said, having the best pair of ear warmers in Equestria, he braced his legs and casually bucked into his baby-girl. The way his daughter’s canal embraced him, how his wife dragged her meaty cunt over his snout, and the knowledge that they were both totally into ménage à trois practically drove him into a frenzy. Hammering into her, driving her entire body upward with each titanic thrust, he felt them stir and heard some faint whispering. While he felt certain that they were up to something, his welling rut-lust all but required him to give Dash his all.

“Dash,” Windy whispered, patting her daughter’s cheek, “slow down and raise your hips.”

Unabashedly pounding herself on her Daddy’s cock, Dash withdrew from her mom’s teat and quirked a brow. “Why?” she blurted, instantly covering her mouth with one hand. “And why are we whispering?”

Bringing her mouth to Dash’s ear, Windy lowered her voice another octave. “Because, dearest daughter, if you really want to get him wrapped around your finger, you have to show him you’re in control.”

Dash’s eyes widened slightly, and she nodded in agreement. Even though she actually preferred being servile, getting her head rammed into a pillow while being plowed, she wasn’t about to dismiss the cougar’s counsel. Drawing to a halt, she elevated her waist and almost unsheathed herself from his length, bringing his frantic humping to an immediate stop.

“Daddy,” she sternly stated, keeping a vice-like grip on the blunt head of his cock, “hold still for us.”

Giving him orders may well have been the strangest, most alien thing she’d ever done, but he obeyed without protest. Drawing still, he obediently kicked his legs out. It was almost like a magic act, seeing him follow her orders without protest - well, almost without protest. Though it was faint, she could barely hear him grumbling something into her mother’s puss. Extraordinarily pleased with her newfound power, she gradually set to fucking herself on the then motionless stud.

Forcing himself to stay still, railing against his urges to take a more active part, Bow drew his tongue over Windy’s entrance and to her clit. While a part of him was less than pleased with the development, there was something undeniably arousing about being ordered around by his wife and his daughter. Biding his time, waiting for a chance to turn the tables, he begrudgingly remained still.

As the minutes dragged on, hearing the soft whimpers and sounds of delight from the pair of mares, he inched closer and closer to release. Despite the glaring lack of control, being ridden while eating out his spouse tested his endurance and pushed him to the brink. Feeling himself starting to flair, uncontrollably flexing his hips, everything came to an abrupt halt.

Both Windy and Dash dismounted, leaving his face and nethers whetted by their juices, as they moved to the very edge of the bed. For the umpteenth time that evening, he found himself completely bewildered. He’d done as they asked, stripping and letting them use his body, yet they’d seen fit to stop without any warning whatsoever! Turning his head and looking between them, spotting a knowing smirk on their gorgeous faces, he realized they had to be up to something.

“Stand up,” Windy cooly commanded. Without hesitation, the stallion rolled off the opposite side of the mattress and got to his feet. “Bow, have you been using protection with our daughter?”

“Of course no-” Dash’s outburst was silenced, as the elder mare pressed a finger to her lips.

“I was asking you Daddy,” Windy clucked, staring up at her husband’s blushing face.

“N...no…” he stammered, averting his gaze.

The matron pinched the bridge of her snout and shook her head, waving him towards the end of the mattress. “Dash, be a dear and lay down with your tush at the very foot of the bed.”

Scampering over the linens, Dash flopped onto her back. “Like this?”

“Yes,” Windy sighed, getting onto all fours, “just like that.”

Bow could only watch in disbelief, as his wife crawled atop their daughter and eased herself down. Facing one another, with their bosoms smushed together, they spread their legs and peered over at him. It was an exceedingly enticing display, though he was unsure of what their exact intentions were for him.

“Bow, I need you to know something,” Windy cooed, “since there’s a good chance you’ve made Dash a mother, maybe you’d consider giving our grandchild a playmate…”

The notion of knocking up his wife and daughter fanned the flames of his passion into an uncontrollable inferno, sundering what little self-restraint he had left. Stepping to the foot of the bed, gazing down at their immaculately presented marehoods, his mouth watered. If someone had told him he would eventually end up plowing his wife and daughter, he would have laughed in their face, yet that’s exactly what he intended to do.

Stepping between their legs, he grasped the base of his length and faltered. He never would have thought he’d have to choose between two different mares to screw, yet there he was, holding his cock and wondering which of them to breed. Spying a small gap between their pussies, seeing their clits all but touching, he was stricken with an idea. Why struggle to choose one when he could enjoy both.

Stepping forward, he jammed his rigid length between their groins and started thrusting. While it didn’t feel quite as good as the silken folds of a mare’s depths, the pair’s reaction more than made up for it. Whorishly moaning, the duo gyrated and humped against his pistoning length.

“Oh buck,” Windy groaned, quivering atop her daughter.

Staring up at her mother’s face, Dash hooked her ankles behind her Daddy’s thighs and lightly tugged. The sensation of his medial ring battering her clit was amazing, made all the more enjoyable by her mom’s inclusion. Worming her hands between their chests, blindly feeling for their nipples, it took her mere moments to brush against the sensitive buds of flesh.

Situated as she was, with Windy plastered on her, she was able to tease their teats in tandem. While the additional stimulation wasn’t exactly necessary, her mother definitely didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. Lifting her head, as a guttural groan escaped her, the elder mare’s shivering grew stronger by the second.

Truth be told, she wasn’t bothered in the slightest by sharing her Daddy. She all but belonged to him, having devoted herself to him in each and every way, and she felt certain that he’d never leave her needy. If he wanted to bring a third into the bedroom, especially if it was his wife, he was more than free to - that being said, there was something profoundly alluring by seeing her mother in such a compromised state.

“Mom,” she murmured, causing the older mare to look down at her.

The second her mother directly faced her, she struck. Her head shot forward, their lips connected, and they passionately kissed. While she loved her Daddy more than anyone or anything, Windy wasn’t a distant second; without both of her parents, she would never have existed, and so she owed them both dearly. Pressing her tongue into the matron’s muzzle, bucking up against her stud’s pistoning stallionhood, she gradually neared her limit.

The sight of his wife heatedly sucking face with his baby-girl was the straw that broke the camel’s back. He’d been close to cumming before, when Dash had been riding him like a wanton date on prom night, but seeing the pair of mares - his pair of mares frenching demolished his remaining stamina in an instant. Rolling his hips back, realizing he had precious little time to act, he withdrew his dick from between them, angled his hips upward, and plunged into his spouses awaiting cunt.

Hilting himself in one brutal, unstoppable thrust, seating the flaring tip of his stallionhood against her cervix, he came with the force of a tidal wave. Though he’d already blown one load that afternoon, deep into his daughter, he had more than enough spunk to fill his wife’s vacant foal-factory. Bucking into her, driven by the maddening compulsion to sire yet another child, the unthinkable happened; like some battering ram of old, his unyielding shaft breached her inner gates and directly painted her womb.

Windy’s climactic howl shook the heavens, as she convulsed and squirted around his length. While Dash wasn’t directly penetrated by her Daddy, the sensation of his nuts slapping against her, hearing his victorious grunting, and knowing she wouldn’t be the only expectant mother did her in. Mewling alongside her mom, winking uncontrollably, she came a fleeting moment after her parents, joining them in rapture.

Their orgasmic cries eased, and their bodies fell still, as the trio lost themselves to the blissful euphoria of the moment. The air was ripe with the scent of their lust, making the once tranquil chamber smell like a brothel, yet none of them could be bothered to care. It was a moment of cathartic peace, heralding a new chapter in their relationships with one another, and each seemed hesitant to breach the relative silence - that was, until Windy shudderingly looked over her shoulder.

“Fuck,” the matron rasped, locking eyes with the stud, “why don’t you do that more often?”

Bow balked, keeping his length lodged within her. “Because you don’t want it?”

“I don’t want it?” Windy countered, pursing her lips. “Maybe you could try throwing me onto the bed and screwing my brains out!”

Snaking one hand to her crotch, Dash set to fingering herself. “Sweet Celestia, I love when he does that.”

“So…” Bow began, rubbing the back of his neck, “were you joking about wanting another kid?”

Windy blushed slightly, squeezing her depths around him, and nodded. “Well today is one of my unsafe days, so there’s a darn good chance you just knocked me up.”

“Unsafe days?” the young, ditzy mare parroted, looking between her parents.

“Yeah, she’s probably got a bun in the oven already,” Windy sighed, patting her daughter’s head. “By the way, is there a particular reason why she’s looking and acting like that?”

“It’s - uh - it’s a long story,” Bow grumbled, rubbing one temple. “We can discuss it over dinner.”

“The casserole!” Dash shouted, wriggling from beneath them and rushing off to the kitchen.

Askance, watching her daughter depart, Windy shifted her focus back to her husband. “You know, I think I like her like this.

“Yeah,” Bow hummed, beaming at the thought of having his two favorite mares in the whole wide world under one roof again, “me too…”