Chapter 158: Forcing my daughter to Orgasm

The footsteps paused at Avery’s hasty words.

Evelyn decided to give her daughter a few seconds. She wondered what the exact reason for her daughter’s delay was.

Why wasnt she coming as soon as she was called?

She thought her daughter was at the garden, but her voice sounded closer every time she was called, almost as though she was right there in the parlor.

Unknowingly, Evelyn began pacing back and forth.

Jane had long since abandoned her efforts to get the plate down, seeing that it was to no avail.

She fixed her attention downwards at the glass beneath and proceeded to wipe it off completely, busying herself with some work.

What both girls remained unaware of was the fact that I and Avery, who was being called, could be seen, together.

My right fingers played with her pussy, meanwhile my left hand held her close to me, while fondling her breasts.

I moved from her left breast to her right, one after the other, ensuring that I took advantage of both breasts.

Both cuts of her panties that were buried in her ass and pussy hole, lay on the ground.

They were drenched in her juices and dampened.

Her dad had pushed them in as further up her holes as possible before pulling them out with a teasing, erotic motion.

Following which, Avery was forced to suck her juices off the panties.

Her tongue wrapped around the first part of the panties, and she sucked on it lightly.

She could feel a mixture of very light wetness, and something she couldnt quite name yet.

Avery’s eyes widened in realization.

She understood that this part had likely come from her ass due to the fact that it wasnt as wet as she expected it to be.

Yet, it didnt stop her from sucking out as much as she could from the fabric.

Her tongue fully explored the fabric and after chewing it like a gum for a few more seconds she spat it out uselessly onto the floor.

A second after she recovered her bearing, her mouth was stuffed with something else.

It was completely wet this time, like a soaked cloth.

A faint lingering scent clung to it, and the scent made tingles of pleasure run down ever fibre of Avery’s being.

This time she sucked even more fervently.

Erotic sounds escaped her lips as she sucked eagerly on the panties in her mouth.

She felt a wave of wetness fill her tongue.

The wetness caused her to feel an absurd ammmount of shame mixed in with pleasure.

She sucked on the panties for a few seconds, feeling a wave of discomfort settle in her chest.

Eventually, she was forced to spit it out after the fabric had been drained to the limits.

Avery’s attention shifted to the panties on the floor and her eyes flashed with shame.

Recalling what she had done her cheeks flushed in embarrassment and she felt completely ashamed of herself.

She glanced at herself and frowned ever so slightly, not liking what she was turning into.

However such thoughts were washed from her mind when she felt her dad begin to explore her weaknesses.

Avery bit her lips, struggling to hold in a moan when she felt my finger beginning to slid in and out of her pussy hole.

It was slow at first, but gradually lewd, squelching sounds could be clearly heard, coming from her pussy.

Her pussy felt extremely tight, due to how arroused she was from having not attended to her mother’s work.

Avery’s breathing turned soft and uneven.

“Come,” I whispered devilishly into her ears, “why dont you show your mother what a slut you’ve become?”

My words made Avery’s eyes widen in alarm.

She was curious what I planned to do.

Her feet moved before she could stop it, under my lead.

Avery was alarmed to find out she had little to no control of her movements.

It was quite similar the previous time where she had been forced to orgasm so many times, yet it was different to an extent.

This time she could still control her actions, only they felt heavier than usual. This was mainly because I was currently using mana to control her movements, unlike before where I specifically used the powder.

At first Avery struggled, wanting to regain back control of her limbs.

Her pussy seemed to tighten even more at my fingering as she tried her best to regain control.

Sh… she didnt want to meet her mother. No, she couldnt meet her mother now. At least not in this state.

She wondered what her dad was thinking, dragging her towards the kitchen like this.

“d…dad?” Avery called out in a quiet, and shaky voice as she was continuously being pulled towards the door.

In merely a few seconds the door was a few steps away.

She felt if her mother just coincidentally step out through the door, she would be able to see what was transpiring between them.

Was her dad that confident in dealing with the aftermath of being caught?

Avery’s heart thudded in her chest. But she didnt want to find out.

Yet, at the same time, she had no control over her actions.

She was forced to endure the tortuous s and hellish situation her dad was putting her thriough.

With a few more steps, Avery finally reached the front of the foor.

With just a step or two she would enter inside.

She quickly stretched her hands onto the door, placing her faintly trembling fingers at the sides of the entrance to the kitchen to keep her dad from forcefully shoving her in.

“P… please stop…” Avery’s words came out like a whisper.

Any more and her reputation would be completely shattered in her mother’s eyes.

She glanced inside and she could see her sister and mother busy with work from inside the kitchen. At a glance she could see both of them completely.

Meanwhile, her father remained glued to her fromm behind, forcefully shoving in and out of her pussy and drawing her closer and closer to climax.

Avery’s fingers dug into the wooden frame at the sides of the doorway, the slight tremor in them growing sharper each time my middle finger sank deeper and curled against the soft, slick wall inside her. The kitchen light spilled across the floorboards just beyond her toes. From where she stood she could see the back of her mother’s shoulders as Evelyn moved between the counter and the sink, and Jane’s lowered head as she wiped the same glass for the third time. Neither of them had turned yet.

Her breathing hitched when I pressed the heel of my palm harder against her clit and kept the slow, deliberate drag of my finger. The wet sound was quiet, but in the narrow space between her body and the door it felt loud enough to carry. She tried to push backward against me, to create distance, yet the same mana that guided her steps also kept her hips from fully escaping the motion. Every small resistance only made the next slide feel tighter.

“Dad,” she whispered again, the word almost lost under the clink of dishes inside. “They’ll hear. Mom will—”

I leaned in until my mouth brushed the shell of her ear. “Then keep quiet. Or don’t. I want to see which one you choose.”

Evelyn’s voice rose again from the sink. “Avery? I said come help me with the dish ontop of the cupboard. Are you out there?”

Avery’s shoulders locked. Her grip on the frame tightened until the skin over her knuckles went pale. She opened her mouth to answer, to say something that would buy her time, but the only sound that left her was a thin, shaky exhale when my finger stroked upward and stayed there, pressing in slow circles. The pressure built right under the spot that made her thighs want to clamp. She forced them to stay apart instead, terrified the movement would make the wet sounds louder.

Jane glanced toward the doorway for a moment, brow faintly creased, then looked back down at the glass in her hand. The water in the sink kept running. Evelyn reached for a knife on the cutting board and the blade scraped once against the wood. None of it covered the soft, rhythmic pull of my finger moving in and out of her daughter.

Avery’s eyes stayed fixed on her mother’s back. Every second Evelyn remained facing away felt like a fragile mercy that could end the moment she turned. Avery’s free hand rose halfway, as if she might cover her mouth, then dropped again when I used my other hand to cup one breast through the thin fabric of her top and roll the nipple between two fingers. The touch was light enough not to leave a mark, firm enough that the sensation shot straight down between her legs and made the next stroke of my finger feel deeper.