I have a 3D printer that I print models for my work on but one night while high on passion and wine Sherry used her digital camera to take a series pictures of my erection. We loaded Fingering those into my laptop, used them to form a 3D printer image then printed three replicas of my hard cock. Three different colors, three sizes; JoAnne had the oversized one in her hand. “I watched where mom hid this then borrowed it. I found some pictures with three dildos and since they are all identical, I figured out where it came from and I know how you guys made it. This is you, and now you get to watch what I think of my handsome, sexy step-father.” She put the bulbous head of her play cock against her pussy and began to rub it up and down. I was beyond words. I couldn't muster a deep enough breath say anything as I started stroking my boner, sleeping jacking off for my step-daughter while she probed the end of her mother’s sex toy between the folds of her body. Her boyfriend’s hand job semen made her entrance slick and in moments I watched it slide easily into JoAnne. She closed her eyes, fell to her back and started humping her hips while she plunged it deeper and deeper until the thick nine inches of it disappeared, my fake balls were the only part not in her. My erection was throbbing, my body shivered with eruptions of erotic vibrations when she opened her eyes again and looked at me the offered softly, “I want you to cum in me daddy, I want feel your blow job erection throbbing in me when you do.” My cock strained against the buildup of pressure until the head split open and I started spewing long surging gushes of hot sticky fluid. My step-daughter’s face lit up with delight, she pulled the plastic prick out of her cunt and just before she bathroom pressed it to her lips she promised, “This too daddy.” I was a shaking, shattered mass of anxiety after I shut down my computer. What the fuck had I done? In just two nights I corrupted my wife’s child, I had turned her into an incestuous, internet slut. I looked at the mess of cum spewed across the blanket and swore to myself I would never do anything like that again. I had no idea how I was supposed to see JoAnne again, how she would react to her lecherous step-father. Just as I finished wiping the mess off the bed spread my computer chirped, it was JoAnne. I hesitated because I didn't want to hear her shame me for what I’d done. I logged on after five rings, “What is it sweetheart?” “Daddy, I know you well enough to know you are feeling like a shit heel right now but I have to tell you, I'm planning a very nice homecoming for you. I’ve been thinking about you for almost a year now. I know it’s weird, probably not natural, but I want to go to bed with you. If you turn me down, I’ll understand, but I’ll be disappointed if you refuse to fuck me.” “JoAnne, you have no idea what you are saying. I….” I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom and laid her on the kingsize bed. bathroom About 10 mins later, Helen said she needs to wee, and asks if I can stop, a moment later we pull into a service station (Gas Station or Petrol station blow job for international readers) We kissed for a while as only a father and son can. But top of that managed to sleep so peacefully themovement of me waking up hadn't hand job disturbed her. My blonde cheerleader knelt naked in the middle of the hallway, her ass pointed right at me, her shaved pussy glistening with her juices. "You're telling me? Heck, I've never had so much sperm in my pussy at one time. He lifted me up so his cock was holding me up and walked me over to his couch. My brother started laughing. Mom fed Fingering her nipples to me to suck. "We don't have much choice Krista. "I was thinking about the picnic today." Brian couldn’t see anything from that sleeping angle, but it still thrilled her for some reason. “AAAaahhhh!! Janet was a MILF. She washed each leg slowly and sensually, touching me in long languid strokes working her way up to the junction between my thighs and my pelvis. After feeling the texture of some of the dildos, I saw a French Maid’s outfit. The convention was positively teeming with activity, and as they worked their way throughout the mob and inside towards the ominous sight of the registration line, Chloe was disgusted to notice that the trend towards skimpy outfits had certainly continued. What he glimpsed was not a shoe… "Look," Eliza said. Bloody hell, I was getting fucked in a lift that was full of strangers. I fixed them both a drink and we chatted a bit getting to know each other..