Can my daughter's holes be my absolution?

"Oh God, yes daddy, right there," Stella moaned softly, her voice trembling with need as she laid on her step daddy's bed.

Newly divorced at the young age of 25, Stella was still reeling from Richard's betrayal. Of all the people in the world he could have fucked, why did it have to be her own mother? It was a slap in the face. Her mom was twice her fucking age.

Daddy still didn't know. He was a devout, church going man who didn't believe in divorce. The truth would shatter him.

Mark may not be Stella's biological father, but she thought the world of him. Had a revenge fuck occured to her since she guilted her mom, Lola, into letting her crash with them for a couple of months? Only on a fucking daily basis.

Daddy would never do that though, so Stella settled for the next best thing. Masturbating in their bed.

There she laid in the middle of a work day, having called in sick, her legs splayed wide open like an invitation to sin.

The marital bed, with its crisp white sheets now rumpled under her writhing body, felt forbidden and thrilling. Her fingers worked furiously between her thighs, two digits plunging in and out of her slick, swollen pussy.

She'd been masturbating for hours on and off, in between drinking Chardonnay. The hole in her chest was only getting bigger. The shame intensifying, but Stella couldn't stop.

Wet, squelching sounds from her fingering herself echoed in the quiet room as the scent of her arousal seeped into said sheets. She moaned and panted, rubbing her clit roughly and rhythmlessly with one hand. The other hand worked to plunge two fingers in and out of her pussy.

"God, daddy, I deserve that big, beautiful dick. It's only fair. You're such a good man, daddy," the drunk, newly single, heartbroken woman slurred, lusting after her step daddy for the first time in her life.

The sensitive nub throbbed under her touch, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her core as she moaned and panted from her efforts.

Stella had pushed up her PJs tank top, exposing her full, round breasts. Her nipples were hard and pebbled as she pinched and twisted them. Even occasionally sucking one into her mouth.

"Touch my fucking tits, daddy," she said, gasping at the mix of misery and ecstasy.

"Suck those nipples tender. Bite them. Richard was too much of a pussy to bite in bed, daddy," she whined miserably, recalling walking in on her husband raw dogging her mom in her own bed.

He said that he was drunk. It was a one time thing. Lying asshole. Stupid, beautiful, you could be sisters mom.

Well, if Stella had to share her husband's dick with her mom, the least her mom could do was let Stella have a peek at daddy's big dick.

"She's such a slut, daddy. Why the fuck would she let your big dick go to waste for Richard's pathetic wiener?" Stella moaned, now pumping her cunt furiously as she watched her parents fuck.

Stella's phone was propped against a pillow as she played the sex tape her parents made. Her mom sent it to her by accident last Christmas. What the fuck would Christmas look like this year?

Mark's thick cock slammed into her mother's eager fuck hole, their bodies slick with sweat, moans filling the air.

"I love you, Lola," Mark's voice growled from the video.

"You're the best decision I ever made, Mark. God, that's a big dick. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me," Lola cried out, begging for it like a bitch in heat, while Mark speared her cunt from behind, his hands gripping her hips like he wanted to fuck her to death.

No I love you too. All about his big dick. Sometimes Stella wondered if her mom even loved Mark.

Stella's eyes couldn't stop gawking at his big dick, glistening with her mom's juices. Stella imagined it was her body arching under him, her pussy clenching around his length while she screamed blue murder. Begged for more.

Daddy fucked like a porn star. Red in the face from using Lola like a whore. Pounding Lola for all he was worth. Daddy's dick just never let up. Fuck, the man had insane stamina.

"Mom must have a magical cunt. Richard fucked her just like that, daddy. He sure as shit doesn't fuck me like that. Should we even the scales, daddy?" Stella cried out, her head forging over from grief of her ruined marriage and pleasure, her pussy about to cum to thoughts of her daddy's dick.

Juices coated her inner thighs, dripping onto the sheets. Her hips bucked up to meet her pistoning hand, the other now squeezing one of her tits, encircling a nipple in her wetness.

"Fuck, daddy yes," Stella said, as Lola yelled that she was about to cum, crying out like an animal being torn to shreds in the video.

The video was one hour long. No stops. No fucking breaks. Just brutal fucking.

"Fuck, daddy, cuming. I'm cuming. Make mom's bitch pussy cum, daddy," Stella cheered, her eyes rolling back in her head, all her attention on rubbing furiously at her shiny, swollen clit now.

Her breaths came in short, desperate pants. The divorce had left her heartbroken, Richard's betrayal with her own mother still a raw wound. This masturbation session was a much needed escape.

Richard hadn't fucked her in months. Her body craved release.

"Fuck me, daddy. My husband's too busy doing mom for my pussy," Stella yelled, tears running down her face as her thighs began to tremble.

Mark stood in the doorway, his devout heart pounding with a mix of horror and unwanted arousal. Stella's confessions to what should have been an empty house had shaken his faith.

He never imagined his wife would turn on him and fuck his son in law during his month of celibacy. Lola said she understood. How could she have betrayed their family this way?

Mark wanted nothing but to have it out with his daughter, perhaps console her, but what he stumbled upon when he opened the door tested his faith even more.

As a God fearing man, he knew this was the devil's work. His stepdaughter was defiling the bed where he and Lola made love in holy matrimony. Worse, she was masturbating, not laying with her husband, which deepened the sin.

Perhaps it was his rage or heartbreak at work, (or the vow of celibacy that had ruined his family) but Mark's eyes were glued to the scene.

Stella's legs were spread so wide open that her pussy lips parted naturally, glistening with arousal.

Her fingers disappeared inside her tight cunt over and over with brute force, like she meant to hurt herself.

"God, forgive us. Baby girl, no. Don't play with daddy's pussy. It's wrong, Stella," Mark hissed under his breath, as his cock twitched in his pants.