Adeline's eighteenth birthday celebrations started with a bang.
Her parents hired out the local indie movie theater, complete with snacks and drinks, so she could marathon her favorite musical flicks on the big screen and sing along with her friends, pitch be damned. Laura and Maverick stayed on site, but always unobtrusive, relaxing in the upstairs employees' lounge and only checking in every hour to refresh the cooler with Coke and tip the staff. Adeline invited them to watch Pitch Perfect or West Side Story, but they just smiled with a twinkle in their eyes and told her to have fun. And she did.
The only thing missing from the party was a cake with eighteen candles, though that wasn't unusual. Their family tradition was a big bash the day before her actual birthday, and a smaller, private occasion the day of, where Adeline would blow out the candles, make her wish, and open her presents.
Now, after hours of singing and laughing and gossiping, her throat was a little sore, but she was happy. She'd washed off her makeup, changed into one of her dad's baggy old shirts, and cuddled up with him and her mom on the living room couch to come down from the excitement with a book until her yawns came fast and regular.
'Looks like it's time for bed,' said Maverick, pressing a kiss to her temple.
'Yeah,' agreed her mom. 'Get your beauty sleep, kiddo. You've got some serious surprises tomorrow.'
'And don't look in the garage,' her dad smirked, with a wink. 'No reason.'
Adeline laughed. This birthday was particularly special because it also celebrated her getting her driver's license, and she knew they'd spring for a car. Not a new one, nothing too fancy, but something she'd be able to use for years. Something she knew she'd love.
'Thanks for the best day ever,' she said, hugging them both tight. 'You guys are awesome.'
'You're welcome, honey,' her mom cooed.
'Sleep tight,' added Maverick. 'Tomorrow's a big day.'
That was an understatement. Still buzzed from the party, Adeline tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She tried laying still, melting into the warm comfort of her cozy bed, smelling the familiar scent of her father that had permeated her shirt, even though it was clean. She didn't realize how one thing connected to the other, not consciously, but taking in that masculine scent, her brain landed on one strategy that usually helped her unwind.
Under the covers, Adeline rolled her white panties down her thighs and lifted her t-shirt up, freeing her tits and cute little pussy. She'd learned how to get herself off years ago, but she'd secretly shaved her cunt for the first time last night, and she curiously ran her fingertips along her newly smooth lips and mound. It felt different, gave her the same happy little rush of sliding her smooth legs one against the other, and she shivered in pleasure when she found the hardening nub of her clit buried between her puffy outer lips.
Rubbing her teen pussy and playing with her perky tits, sinking into contented slumber with her dad's manly scent enveloping her, Adeline thought of how lucky she was, how happy, and privately, she wished she could feel even more of her parents' love, if that were possible.
Then, she fell asleep, one hand on her vulva, the other draped across her chest. The clock struck midnight, ushering in her birthday.
And everything changed.
Good morning, princess!'
Still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Adeline grinned as she reached the bottom of the stairs. The living room was festooned with balloons, and the gifts she'd received from her friends and family were piled up near the fireplace in a mountain of loud, clashing patterns of all shapes and sizes. Her parents sat behind the coffee table, on which rested a tray with a big glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, a steaming mug of frothy hot chocolate, and a little bowl with her traditional birthday breakfast: a home-cooked panna cotta with scarlet strawberry jam.
'Good morning!' she chirped, throwing herself in the armchair with gusto.
'Happy birthday, baby,' said Maverick, his fond grin creasing the corners of his bright eyes.
'We're so proud of you, honey,' Laura continued. 'We hope you know that, Addie.'
'I know. I love you.'
She could see happy tears glimmer in her mother's eyes – always the emotional one – and so did Maverick, who chuckled and gave his wife a big kiss on the cheek.
'Alright, let's get down to business. No crying at a party!'
Smiling, Adeline sat forward, expecting to be handed the tray so she could eat while they talked about what they'd do today, but Maverick shook his finger and mock-tutted.
'Don't think I've forgotten the finishing touch,' he said.
And Adeline's smile froze, shocked, as she watched her father unzip his slacks and pull out his hard, blushing cock.
Laura simply watched with a pleased expression while her husband crouched close to the bowl of pudding and pumped his thick fuckpole in front of their daughter. He was clearly primed already, near the edge, and Adeline tried to think back to a few minutes ago, wondering if she'd noticed the lump of his erection in his pants and simply overlooked it, but her brain was scrambled from the shock of the situation. She just took in her dad's panting breaths, fucking his coiled fist, the sound of his masturbation – a sound she'd only heard in porn before – and, soon, the potent smell of his cum as he spurted a thick load of daddy spunk on her meal.
Maverick sighed, milking every last drop out of his jizz onto his daughter's food, and tucked his softening penis back in his pants with a tired smile. 'Alright. All yours.'
When Adeline didn't move, he laughed, said something about spoiling his little girl, and put the tray over her lap, balanced on the arms of the armchair. Closer-up, she watched his viscous white semen pool and mix with her mother's homemade strawberry jam, the combined scents tickling her nose. Laura's hand entered her field of vision, opening to reveal a small, black key bearing the Ford logo.
Absently, she raised her head, and saw both her parents' grinning faces. Her mother put the key on the breakfast tray.
'It's a Fiesta,' she started. 'Only a few years old. Your dad got a great deal from the guy at the place near the supermarket.'
'You can find all my techniques in my new book, The Art of the Deal 2: This Time It's Personal ,' Maverick chuckled. He met his daughter's eyes, like he hadn't just jerked off all over her food. 'I'll get you a signed copy–'
What the fuck are you talking about?!' Adeline exploded, springing to her feet like she'd been stung. The tray clattered on the floor, ceramic and glass shattering on the ground with ear-piercing sounds. Milk, juice, panna cotta, cum, everything pooled and spread at her feet, soaking into the carpet. The car key bounced under a cabinet. 'This is horrible !'
Her parents sat, stunned, wordless, and that only riled her up more. 'How could you think – did you wait until I got – I didn't want this!' Hot, angry tears ran down her cheeks, a mirror of her mother's emotion a blissful ten minutes ago. How had everything changed so fast? Adeline wiped her eyes with her forearm and glared at the adults. 'You're disgusting .'
And before she knew what was happening, she bolted out of the room and to the front door. She didn't care that she was barefoot, that she was only in her t-shirt and short shorts, she just ran out, barely registering her mother's anguished call for her to come back.
Outside, without shoes, she couldn't go far, but she didn't need to. Instinct guided her down a familiar path, a journey she'd made hundreds, maybe thousands of times over the years; down the street, over the lawn, up the gnarled oak tree, frantically knocking on her childhood friend's window.
Liz opened up the curtains, squinting in the sudden light, but snapping awake when she saw Adeline's panicked face. She lifted her window open and pulled her hysterical friend into her room, immediately stroking her hair, murmuring 'hey, it's okay, c'mon Addie.'
After some deep breaths, she did manage to calm down, and that's when she realized her legs were covered in the foods she'd thrown to the ground. About half an hour later, she sat in Liz's living room in clothes borrowed from her friend, hair still wet from the shower. They'd been in this same position too many times to count, during sleepovers or after a dip in Liz's backyard pool, but the mood was radically different now.
Concern clear in her features, Liz pushed a mug of tea into Adeline's hands, wrapping her friend's fingers around the soothing curves of the ceramic. 'You can tell me what happened when you're ready, okay?'
'I – I don't even know ,' murmured Adeline. The warmth of the drink anchored her, but in making the situation real, it only made her more confused. She could clearly see her father furiously beating his meat, almost hear the slapping of flesh on flesh. How could she tell Liz, someone who was practically her sister? Who'd known Adeline's dad all her life? 'I mean… it's… my parents had my birthday breakfast ready, and I sat down, and… dad m-masturbated and came all over it.'
Liz nodded, wearing the same worried look. 'And then what happened?'
Adeline blinked.
'What do you mean?'
Confusion tinged Liz's face now. 'I mean, he always does that. It's part of your tradition. That's what you told me last year when I stayed at your place during mom and dad's anniversary vacation. Remember?'
Liz had spent almost a month living with Adeline and her family, at a time that happened to overlap with her birthday. They'd shared her special breakfast, and had an action-packed day out at the amusement park near their town.
But one thing they hadn't experienced was her father shooting ropes on their food. And it sure wasn't a tradition.
'I don't –' Adeline's words were cut short by a knock on the door.
'Sorry girls,' said Liz's dad, popping his head in. 'I just wanted to check in on you. Hi, Addie. Happy birthday, sweetheart, I'm sorry you're upset.'
Despite how puzzled she felt, Adeline smiled. This man was like an uncle, someone she'd grown up trusting, and it was a relief to see him in the middle of this mess. 'Thanks, Chuck.'
'You don't have to tell me what's wrong,' he continued, ambling in and taking a seat on the couch behind Liz, hands on her shoulders. 'I can't say I understand the woes of a teenage girl. But if there's anything I can do, you just let me know, alright?'
'That means a lot. Honestly. And, um, actually, maybe you can help. It's my dad, he… h-he…'
But she stuttered, hard, and couldn't recover. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, halfway through her sentence, Chuck's hands slid down his daughter's shoulders, and she spread her arms a little to let his hands slip past either side of her chest and grope her fat tits.
Mav? What about him?' he asked. Adeline's lips stayed parted, ready to keep speaking, but she just watched as Chuck casually massaged Liz's milkers through her loose-fitting sports bra, sinking his fingers into each soft breast, gently spreading them, trapping her hardening nipples between his ring and forefingers.
Liz stayed focused on Adeline throughout the groping, though her breathing became more labored. 'You can take your time, Addie. Oh…' she moaned, and nodded. 'We're here for you.'
Looking from Liz's face to Chuck playing with his daughter's teen tits, Adeline stiffly shook her head, and staggered to her feet. 'I – I'll tell you – soon.'
'Are you sure?' Chuck asked, slipping his hands under his daughter's bra. 'You can stay as long as you want.'
Adeline nodded. 'Yeah, I – it's a family thing. I got overwhelmed, but I – I need to solve it myself.'
'Alright,' Liz said. She let Chuck slip the bra off her, and turned to face him so he could more easily toy with her boobs, which he did, squeezing them together to pinch and rub her pokey nipples with his thumbs. 'Text me, okay? Happy birthday.'
'Happy birthday, little lady,' Chuck said, smiling, mercilessly kneading his child's breasts.
That image stuck in Adeline's mind as she absently wandered out of her friend's home, still wearing her borrowed clothes.
Something was clearly extremely wrong, but she had no idea what could have made families act this way overnight. Based on Liz's words and reactions, as well as Chuck's, they thought jacking off in front of your kids or feeling them up was totally natural, and something she was involved in, too. It was like she'd fallen into some sort of alternate dimension. It couldn't be a prank, it was way too extreme. Some kind of virus? Something in the water? But then, why didn't she feel the same way, have the same false memories?
Were they false?
This was all too much. She worried about what her parents would do, but she had no idea what the rest of the world was like, now, and she'd rushed off without her phone. Without the keys to her new car. Out of options, after wandering around the neighborhood to clear her head, she slowly headed back home, heart hammering in her chest.
As soon as she opened the door, she was greeted by a painfully familiar sight: her mom and dad, sitting close but in separate seats, clearly mid-conversation, heads turning to look at her with expressions that were outwardly neutral, but unmistakably tinged with worry and sadness. Adeline didn't see these faces often, but she was a teenager, and she sometimes stayed out past curfew, or chanced skipping school, so she knew them enough to recognise the hurt in their eyes. The betrayal of granting their daughter so much freedom and happiness, and being rewarded with a mean trick.
The causes of this particular upset, however, she wasn't used to.
'Hi, Adeline,' sighed Laura. She gestured to the free seat, at the peak of a triangle made up of the two of them and the empty chair, and though she was still in a sort of fight or flight mode, Adeline meekly perched on its edge. The mess of breakfast items had been cleared up, but she could almost still see its ghostly outline at her feet.
'Chuck called us to say you stopped by,' said Maverick.
Adeline didn't look at him. 'Yeah.'
There was a pause. Then, she heard him continue: 'So, what happened? What do you have to say for yourself?'
She didn't reply, this time. After a long minute of silence, Laura interjected: 'Talk to us. We don't know what's gotten into you.'
'You've never been this ungrateful.'
This had Adeline snap to attention. 'Ungrateful?'
Maverick nodded, frowning. 'Maybe you think it's grown up to throw a tantrum when you don't like your present, but you couldn't be more wrong.'
Involuntarily, Addie snorted. 'You think this is about the car ?'
'We know you wanted something more modern, racier, but this is what we can afford right now,' said Laura. 'If it isn't about the car, then what is it, honey? Tell us.'
Until she understood what was going on, Adeline didn't want to say anything that might make her seem suspicious, so she didn't say anything at all. Maverick sighed, stood up, and stopped in front of her with his hands on his hips. Level with her father's crotch, the memory of this morning still fresh in her mind, she instantly noted the distinct bulge in his pants, even when he wasn't hard. She'd never noticed how hung he was –
Because she'd never had a reason to.
'Get up, Adeline,' he sighed. 'If you're gonna act like a kid, I'm going to treat you like one. Didn't want to have to spank my daughter on her eighteenth birthday, but…'
She swallowed a lump in her throat, but the trade-off wasn't that bad. She'd rarely been spanked, growing up, and when it did happen, it was always light and clearly half-hearted. She knew he wanted her to avoid the humiliation of being babied and open up, but she wouldn't. So she stood, and they moved up to her bedroom, where she'd be grounded once the punishment was meted out.
The first red flag was being asked to take her panties off.
Maverick always spanked her over her clothes, but she didn't feel like she was in a place to argue, not while she was still in the dark about what was happening. Shakily, she took off Liz's shorts and stepped out of her underwear, leaving her in just her t-shirt.
The family weren't prudes, and occasionally saw each other naked, but the knowledge of the strange rules of this new world she found herself in made her very aware of her father's eyes on her bald pussy, its chubby lips prominent even with her legs tightly closed.
'Lie down,' Maverick said. The words sent a shiver down her spine, and she shook her head. His voice took on an irritated tinge. 'The faster we get this over with, the better.'
Still nothing. She wasn't sure what would happen, and she wasn't prepared when Maverick firmly pushed on her shoulder to make her stumble onto the bed. Her flailing arms made the shirt ride up, exposing her firm little tits, and as she went to pull it down, Maverick clapped a hand over her mouth.
'This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you,' he grunted, and after a quick swipe of his fingers over her cunt lips, he reared back and slapped his daughter's pussy.
Adeline yelped against his palm, hands clenching the sheets. He delivered another sharp whack to her cunt, fat lips jiggling from the impact, and in the midst of her utter confusion, Addie realized that the blows sent a tremor to her clit that felt good . At the next slap, her cry of surprise turned to a shocked moan, and the next two hits had her hips twisting in place, pussy clenching to stimulate her fuckbutton –
And it was over.
Maverick took his hand off her mouth, and crouched beside her while she lay motionless on the bed, trying to process what just happened, and why she'd felt pleasure , even as the skin of her vulva reddened, hurt, and felt hot from the spanking.
She jumped when her father's fingers gently covered her slit, and started to massage her stiff little clit as he spoke, quiet and loving: 'I'm sorry, Addie. You know I don't like doing it. But you can't act out like that, even when it's your birthday.'
'When you want to talk about why you acted the way you did, you can come to us anytime,' Laura said, watching her husband stroke their daughter's flushed pussy. 'We love you so much, honey.'
Panting, reeling, Adeline hadn't even had time to internalize that her father had smacked her privates, and now, he was petting her cunny with expert tenderness, and a warm fuzz of pleasure spread through her belly. No one had ever touched her like this – and the fact it was her own dad, acting like it was completely normal –
She was as turned on as she was disgusted.
In the silence, however, she understood she had to say something, so she nodded. 'I love you too, mom, dad. I'm – I'm just dealing with… stuff. But –' her thighs trembled as her father lazily rolled her clit between his thumb and forefinger. 'I – I'll tell you everything when I've cleared it up. Promise.'
'Alright, honey.' With a final pat, Maverick's hand left her vulva, and she hated how cold it felt without his big, warm presence. 'You're tired, and your mom and I definitely need a beer –'
'Or three,' Laura cut in.
'Or three. Sleep tight.'
At least she'd have some time to herself now, Adeline thought, just before she felt her ass being lifted up, looking down in time to see her father lower his face, tongue out, to lap up her puffy pussy in a slow goodnight kiss.
He sucked her cunt, let go with a wet pop, and put an arm around Laura to wander over to the dining room, leaving Adeline splayed out on her bed, eyes wide and pussy wet and throbbing.
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