Sarah cries out, her nails digging into your shoulders as she feels you thrust deeper inside her with each powerful stroke. "Oh God... Daddy..." Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and her body tenses uncontrollably around you as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her fat ass slaps against your pelvis, urging you onward, begging for more of your cock buried inside her.

Her face is flushed with arousal, her eyes half-closed as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body. Her lips are parted slightly, revealing a tongue darting out to wet them every now and then. Each time you thrust inside her, she moans your name or gasps out curses, lost in the pleasure of having her daddy take care of her this way. Her breath comes quick and shallow as her body quivers with anticipation for her next orgasm.

Time passes and your daughter grows up into a beautiful, strong young woman. She becomes close with her childhood friend, Mark, and they eventually marry and have children of their own. Despite the initial turmoil, your family remains close-knit and supportive of one another. As the years go by, you cherish the memories of that fateful night not as a mistake or betrayal, but as a turning point in your life that brought you closer to the people you love most.

Your wife looks at you with love and understanding in her eyes. "I forgive you too, Daddy," she says softly, reaching out to take your hand in hers. "And I appreciate everything you did to bring us back together." She pauses, searching for the right words. "It's not always been easy, but we're stronger because of it." Her voice catches and she looks away briefly before meeting your gaze again, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Thank you for being my father... and my husband."

Her words send shockwaves through you; you were expecting her to ask about going out with friends, not this. "Sarah..." You begin, feeling a mixture of surprise and arousal surging through you. "... Are you sure? I mean... Mom and I... We've never talked about anything like that."

Sarah nods vigorously, her brown curls bouncing around her face. "I know we haven't, daddy... But I really want to help you feel better. Mom works so hard and she deserves a break... And..." She bites her lower lip, looking up at you with those big, innocent eyes. "... And I think I could make you feel good too." Her voice drops to a whisper as she reaches out a hand, gently touching your arm.