**Title: Midnight in Times Square**

Times Square was packed, a sea of neon and bodies pressing in from every direction. The countdown to midnight blared from the screens, the crowd cheering as the numbers flashed lower. Beside me, my daughter Anna pressed against my side, her breath warm against my neck. She was tipsy—laughing too loud, her cheeks flushed from the champagne. But I knew that look in her eyes. Hungry. Waiting.

I’d seen it before.

“You’re staring,” she murmured, her lips brushing my ear. The noise of the crowd swallowed her words, but I felt them like an electric pulse down my spine.

“Can’t help it,” I growled back. My cock—thick, heavy, already straining against my slacks—twitched as she shifted closer, her ass grinding against me. Fuck, she knew what she was doing. Knew exactly how much I wanted her.

The countdown hit zero. Confetti exploded overhead. Anna spun in my arms, her fingers tangling in my hair as she crushed her mouth to mine. Her tongue slid against my lips, demanding entrance, and I groaned into the kiss, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. She tasted like champagne and sin.

We broke apart, breathless. Her pupils were blown, dark with lust. “Take me somewhere,” she panted. “Now.”

I didn’t hesitate.

We ducked into the nearest alley, the noise of the crowd fading behind us. The second we were out of sight, Anna shoved me against the brick wall, her hands fumbling with my belt. My cock sprang free, thick and already dripping, the head glistening under the faint neon glow.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” she whimpered, sinking to her knees. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft, squeezing as she leaned in, her tongue flicking over the tip. The first swipe sent a jolt through me, my hips jerking forward. She giggled—that fucking teasing sound—before taking me deep, her lips stretching around my girth.

My breath hitched. “Anna—fuck—”

She hollowed her cheeks, bobbing her head, her tongue working under the ridge of my cock. I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her, losing myself in the hot, wet suction of her mouth. She moaned around me, the vibrations making my balls tighten.

I pulled her off before I came down her throat. She whined, her lips swollen and slick, but I yanked her up, spinning her around to face the wall. Her skirt was already bunched around her waist, her panties soaked through. I ripped them aside, my fingers sliding through her slick folds.

“God, you’re dripping,” I growled, circling her clit. She gasped, her back arching, her cunt clenching around nothing.

“Please,” she begged, grinding against my hand. “Fuck me, Mom. Fill me up.”

I didn’t make her ask twice.

I lined up my cock, the head pressing against her entrance. She was so fucking tight, her walls fluttering as I pushed in inch by inch. Anna gasped, her nails scraping the brick as I bottomed out, my hips flush against her ass.

“Move,” she whimpered.

I fucked her hard, each thrust driving her into the wall, her tits bouncing with every snap of my hips. The sounds were filthy—her muffled moans, the slap of skin, the wet squelch of her cunt taking every inch of me.

“Gonna knock you up,” I growled, my fingers digging into her hips. “Gonna pump you full, make you take every drop.”

Anna sobbed, her legs shaking. “Yes—yes, please—”

I felt her clench around me, her orgasm ripping through her. Her cunt milked my cock, and I came with a groan, my cum flooding her, thick and hot. She collapsed against the wall, panting, my spend already leaking down her thighs.

I pulled out slowly, watching it drip.

“Happy New Year, baby,” I murmured, kissing her shoulder.

Anna just laughed, breathless. “Best fucking countdown ever.”