Chapter 3Daddy's Girl Grows Up

Mom giggled, but her voice turned serious. Her hand never stopped stroking his hard length.

“I hope we can always be honest,” she said softly. “About everything.”

Sylus pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss. His hand slid between her thighs again, fingers gliding over her slick heat.

“I think you need a daddy tonight,” he growled low.

“Mmm, I do,” Mom purred. She slipped lower in the water, bending over the edge, arching her back, offering herself to him. “Fuck me, Daddy,” she whispered over her shoulder. “Take your girl hard.”

My breath hitched.

Sylus grinned, dark and possessive. He moved behind her, hands gripping her hips. Slowly, so slowly, he eased inside her, thick, deep, claiming.

I watched him fill her, watched her body welcome him. My heart slammed against my ribs.

“Yes, Daddy… just like that,” Mom moaned, voice breaking with every slow thrust.

Hearing her call him Daddy while he moved inside her—it lit me up like fire. Electricity raced over my skin. I pressed my thighs together, fighting to stay quiet.

My fingers flew over my clit, frantic under my shorts. I couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to.

Me and Mom looked so much alike.

Same curves, same skin. With her calling him Daddy like that… it felt like I was watching him take me.

I imagined it was my body he held. My pussy stretching around him. My moans echoing in the night.

God, I was soaked. Burning.

He moved with power and grace, driving into her deeper, stronger. Each thrust pulled a soft cry from Mom’s lips. I wanted to feel that. Needed to.

My free hand shoved under my cropped tee. I pinched my nipples hard, twisting, chasing the ache.

I wished I was closer. Close enough to see how she took all of him. How her body opened for that beautiful, massive cock.

“Daddy… you’re gonna make me come,” Mom gasped, voice trembling.

“Come with me, Daddy,” she begged. “Fill me up.”

Then Sylus shocked me—he brought his hand down in a sharp, possessive smack across her ass. The sound cracked through the night. Mom cried out, half surprise, half pure pleasure.

“Yes, Daddy—yes!”

That pushed me over.

My pussy clenched hard around my fingers. Waves crashed through me, silent and fierce. I came with them, biting my lip raw to keep from moaning out loud.

Sylus growled, buried deep, and gave her everything. I watched him shudder, watched her melt into him.

When it was over, he sank back into the water. Mom curled against his side, glowing.

“I hope we didn’t wake Emma,” he said, voice casual but eyes lifting toward my bedroom window.

For a second, I swore he looked… disappointed. Like he wanted me to be there. Watching.

My hand was drenched. My thighs slick. My shorts ruined.

I slipped back inside, heart still racing.

In my room, I went straight to the window. Hoped he’d look up again. See me this time.

But he was kissing Mom now, hand drifting over her breasts in the water.

I sighed. Crawled into bed.

My hands found their way back between my legs. Under my shirt. Again.

I couldn’t stop seeing it—his thick cock sliding into her from behind. The way he owned her body.

I wanted those hands on me. That cock inside me.

I touched myself hard, desperate, riding image after image until I came three more times.

Only then did I finally drift off, body spent, mind full of him.

Daddy.