Her Mother's Daughter
Copyright 2007-2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.
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Her Mother's Daughter
by rache
~Chapter Five~
"Okay, there's juice in the refrigerator, but don't give her any after seven, okay? And JJ can have some popcorn, but don't let him make it…" I said, going through my mental checklist.
"Okay Mrs. Reed," the girl replied with a dutiful nod of her head.
Belinda was the daughter of someone my dad worked with, one of the secretaries or something. She was half a year older than me too, but she didn't know that. Maybe. She hadn't gone to my school or anything and I hadn't been there in over two months anyway, it was still kind of weird though and it gave me a secret thrill inside, knowing this girl thought I was my dad's wife. That just turned me on, as if I wasn't hot enough already. I was running a little temperature. I knew that because I'd checked myself everyday that week and today, finally, I had a fever.
"…and the phone numbers are on the fridge and my husband's phone is on speed dial, just hit pound sign one, okay?"
"Sure," Belinda nodded. "We'll be fine."
"Yeah, okay," I agreed, looking around just because this was only the third time I'd left the kids with a sitter. It made me rather nervous.
"Are you ready, Amy?" Daddy walked into the living room, dressed casual nice for our little night on the town. I'd dressed sexy-nice.
"Yeah, I think so," I said. "We'd better sneak out or Jilly will start crying."
"Right." Dad nodded. "We'll be home about midnight, Belinda."
"Okay, have fun," the girl said with a smile, showing off her braces.
She was kind of a chubby little thing with blonde hair, freckles, and sky blue eyes. Belinda looked like a babysitter, unlike the first one who'd looked like she'd just fallen out of bed and landed in a bowl of grease. I'd given that girl twenty dollars for her trouble and claimed I had a headache. I might have been a little overprotective maybe, but I didn't think so. I loved my kids.
"Free at last!" Daddy smiled at me as we got in the car and I giggled. "God, you're sexy tonight, baby."
"Yeah?" I grinned at him while we sat there in the garage.
"Uh-huh." He reached for me, rubbing my left leg, sliding his hand up the inside of my smooth thigh. I spread my legs slightly, the black miniskirt I wore riding high enough to show off my black panties.
"Ummm…Someone's a little horny, I think." I licked my lips as Daddy began rubbing the swell of my freshly shaved vulva gently, leaning close for a kiss.
"There's nothing little about it." He chuckled and then he kissed me softly on the lips and I opened for him, letting his tongue find mine.
"Ohhh…I guess not," I purred, feeling his cock under my fingers, hard and trapped inside his trousers.
"That's your fault," Daddy said, pulling away from me and starting the car finally.
"Mine?" I rolled my grey eyes. "Asking you to go without sex for two weeks was asking too much?"
"After going without it for two weeks before that?" Daddy gave me a look. "I haven't felt like this since I was fourteen probably."
"Fourteen?" I laughed. "Why?"
"That's when I figured out how to jerk off," he explained with a grin. "Before that…I was in pain, baby!"
"Oh god!" I shook my head. "I probably didn't need to know that."
"What?" He smiled and Daddy wasn't shy at all with me. Not anymore. "How old were you when you learned how to do it?"
"Fifteen," I said seriously, sticking my tongue out at him.
"Really?" He looked at me, perhaps suddenly remembering that I was his daughter, because we really did forget once in awhile, as dumb as that sounds.
"Yeah." I nodded while we drove slowly through dark suburbia. "I never touched myself until like two months ago. I just never wanted to."
"Never?" he wondered. "You never had any urges or anything?"
"Urges, Daddy?" I laughed. "No, not really. That's why Greg broke up with me, cause I didn't want to have sex as much as he did."
"Who's Greg?" He blinked because he'd never known anything about my boyfriend.
"Some guy," I shrugged. "He dumped me cause I didn't love him."
"Too bad for him," Daddy decided. "How old was he?"
"Sixteen," I answered. "He was cute, but a real jerk too."
"Why go out with him then?
"Cause he had a car." I grinned and that was the truth. "The school bus sucks, Dad."
"Yeah, I guess." He nodded and I was still playing with his dick. "So, this Greg, uh...He's the guy who broke your cherry?"
"God!" I made a face. "That's pretty personal. You ask every girl you go out with stuff like that?"
"If I'm going to marry her, I do," Dad said, sorta seriously it seemed to me, and I blinked at him.
"You're such a tease." I giggled, sticking my tongue out at him.
"Who? Me?" He frowned, pouted actually, and pointed with a finger. "Open the glove box."
"Why?" I asked suspiciously.
"Just do it, you'll see." My dad smiled like he couldn't help it. He reminded me of JJ at Christmas.
"Okay." I shrugged, opening the glove compartment and it had a little light inside. "What's this?"
"Open it," he said and I'd found a small, red felt box, a jewelry box, I knew that. He turned a little switch and the interior dome light turned on.
"Oh, Daddy..." I said softly. "Jack…God."
"Will you marry me, Amy?" he asked and I was looking at an engagement ring, a real one.
"Yeah. God! Yeah, of course, but…How?" I giggled nervously and my heart had started beating like crazy. I had to close my eyes and take a deep breath, and then another.
"Put it on, let me see," he said, looking at me more than the road, but he was just driving around the neighborhood really, not going anywhere yet and there wasn't any traffic.
"Okay." I swallowed hard and slipped the ring on my finger, on my left hand, and it fit me almost perfectly, just a fraction too big maybe.
"Yeah, looks nice," Daddy decided, smiling and nodding his head.
"It's beautiful," I said. "It costs too much."
"We're okay," he said. "It wasn't the biggest diamond in the store, baby."
"I know, but…Wow." I flushed hot all over and it wasn't a huge diamond, but a carat at least and we had bills and the trip to Disneyworld we were saving for and...God! I had a diamond ring! An engagement ring!
"I can't give you a church wedding, Amy," Daddy said and he was pulling over, stopping the car near the curb. "I'm sorry about that."
"I know, yeah," I nodded and I didn't really care.
"But…" He reached into his jacket, pulling out something else. "Maybe we don't need a church anyway, right?"
Daddy had another box, a white one and just a little bigger than the other. He opened it and there were two rings inside, plain gold bands, his and hers. I looked at his left hand, noticing for the first time that he'd taken off his wedding ring, the one he'd put on when Daddy had married Gina some sixteen years before. I hadn't realized he wasn't wearing it and I suddenly wondered how long ago he'd taken it off.
"I'll marry you right here, right now," he told me, already taking the smaller ring out of the box. "If you'll let me."
"In the car?" I giggled and Daddy shrugged, looking only a little apologetic. "Did you divorce Gina?"
"Um…" He frowned at that, looking at the wedding band in his fingers, the one for me.
"You can't marry me if you're still married to her," I said softly. "Not right here, not right now."
"I can't…Not until I know for sure," he said and I shook my head slowly.
"Then you can't marry me," I told him. "But I'll keep this…" I held up my finger with the engagement ring on it, "…and you can keep that one."
"Amy…" Daddy sighed, but he knew I was right. Until he divorced her completely, Gina was still in our lives. Still between us and I knew a part of him still loved the woman and hoped she'd come back to us.
We had a nice dinner, a romantic dinner at a real restaurant with candles, roses, and a little jazz band playing in the corner. It made me hot inside, hot for my Dad, and I teased him all the while. I rubbed his leg with my bare toes and played little games with my eyes, touching him every now and again with my fingertips across the back of his hand.
"Jack? Hi, I thought it was you." I heard Stacy's unmistakable voice from close behind me and I frowned. Daddy did too, but he recovered quickly.
"Hi Stacy. How are you?" He cleared his throat and touched his napkin to his lips and I could see he was suddenly nervous.
"I'm great. Who's this with you?" Stacy wondered, somewhat rudely, I thought.
"Hi Stacy." I put on a smile and turned around and I was a little pleased to see a surprised look on her face. She really hadn't known it was me sitting there with my dad.
"Amy? Oh…Hi. I thought, uh…A little dinner for you two, well…That's nice." Stacy struggled for the right words, not really understanding why my father and I would be having an obviously romantic dinner together.
"Yeah," Daddy nodded. "Amy wanted to go someplace special."
"I'm tired of McDonalds." I shrugged. "And he won't let me have a boyfriend, so..."
That made Daddy chuckle and Stacy just looked confused.
"Yeah. I guess not, um..." She smiled and nodded. "Right…Oh, this is Gary."
She turned slightly and a tall man, kind of good looking in a serious way, stepped forward, offering my dad his hand. I stared at him, wondering if he was the same Gary that my mom knew, or at least had the address for. I'd found that piece of notepad stashed with Gina's drugs, like a secret, and I'd kept it for myself, but I hadn't really known why at the time. I probably should have given it to the police, but I'd thought maybe that was where my mom was, shacked up with that Gary person, and I hadn't really wanted the woman found at all.
"Jack," my dad said, shaking the other man's hand. "This is my daughter, Amy."
"Hi." I smiled at him, trying to remember the name of the street in that address, but I'd looked at it so long ago.
"Hi Amy." Gary smiled and his eyes were all over me before he looked at my dad again. "You have a beautiful daughter."
"Thanks, yeah," Dad agreed with a smile of his own. "She's something special."
"Has there been any word on…" Stacy's voice trailed off as she glanced at me.
"No, nothing yet," Daddy shrugged. "We keep hoping though."
"Of course." She nodded sympathetically. "I told the police everything I know."
"I'm sure you did. I appreciate your help, Stacy."
"Well, it wasn't much, I'm afraid." She looked at me. "How are you holding up, dear?"
"Fine," I answered. "I'm okay, taking care of Daddy and the kids, you know."
I was looking at Gary and he didn't even look a little curious, except maybe what I looked like naked. He was handsome enough, but he looked sneaky, I thought, and he stared at me mostly. Smiling at me like he knew a secret and I wondered if maybe he didn't know exactly what happened to my mom. I remembered the street though, like all of a sudden, and I smiled back at him.
"You live on Holland Circle, right?" I asked him. "Out in Meadow Park?
"Huh? Yeah…I do," he answered slowly, narrowing his eyes while Daddy and Stacy both looked at me.
"How do you know that?" she asked.
"Oh, um…Mom mentioned something about a Gary once," I said. "Just before she left."
"She did?" Daddy blinked at me and then looked at the man who seemed a bit uncomfortable suddenly.
"Ah, that must have been after our lunch," Stacy said. "Remember, Gary? You met Gina at the Olive Garden that day."
"Oh, right." He licked his lips and nodded.
It was so totally obvious that Stacy was trying to cover for the guy. She was a good liar though and maybe my dad might almost believe her, but I could tell. She was lying through her teeth and protecting the guy and I knew, looking into Gary's eyes until he looked away, I knew he'd fucked my mom and that he knew exactly who we were.
"Well, we'd better go," Stacy said, tugging Gary and he was more than willing to make his escape.
"Right," Dad said softly. "Nice meeting you, Gary."
"Jack." He nodded and then looked at me one more time, like he wanted to eat me up, but he might have been scared too, or at least nervous.
I couldn't tell if Daddy knew or not, but I thought he was at least suspicious. He watched Stacy and Gary as they made their way across the restaurant, sitting down at their own table and picking up some menus. Daddy had to be curious, like why would Mom know what street the guy lived on, even if he'd mentioned it to her over lunch, why would she remember that? Why would I remember? But he wasn't thinking about me, thank goodness, just about Stacy and her too slick excuse.
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"Let's go downtown, Daddy," I suggested, since his idea was to go see a movie and I wasn't into that really. That's the problem with having a totally underage girlfriend, my dad couldn't take me to a lot of really cool places, obviously.
"We are downtown," he said with a chuckle.
"No, I mean the other part." I grinned at him, and my ever plotting mind had been working overtime. "The bad part."
"Ohhhh…" he nodded and he looked at me. "How do you know about that?"
"I heard about it," I said nonchalantly. "Come on, please? I just wanna check it out."
"You're pretty strange sometimes, Amy," Daddy said, but I could see the idea was at least interesting to him.
It was like kinky perverted, you know? A man bringing his teenage daughter to the part of town where the tattoo places were. The massage parlors and adult bookstores. The hookers walking the streets and all that. It was the red light district, such as it was in that city, and innocent girls didn't go there, but I wasn't exactly innocent anyway, and Daddy did get off on having all kinds of sex with me.
"Please?" I leaned over in the car, finding his cock and massaging it through his pants. "Maybe we'll find a movie I like."
"Oh, Christ." Daddy shook his head. "You get caught going into some of those places and…"
"Who's gonna catch me?" I laughed. "I just wanna check it out. Hey! You could get me a tattoo maybe."
"No way," he said. "No tattoo's. I love your skin."
"Just a little one?" I teased him. "Like a little heart on my pussy that says 'Daddy's Girl' on it?"
"Shit." He blinked at me and I think he actually liked that idea.
"Right here maybe…" I said, spreading my legs and rubbing the inside of my right thigh, just at that soft hollow next to my barely covered pussy.
"We'll see." He licked his lips.
"You could get one too!" I suggested happily. "Get like 'Bad Daddy' tattooed right above your cock."
"Heh!"
"Seriously, that is my Bad Daddy!" I giggled. "That big cock…Hmmm…Spanking my ass every night..."
I was rubbing him nicely by then, feeling his prick stiff and uncomfortable, making Daddy shift in his seat. I was half-tempted to pull it out and go down on him, since we'd never tried it while he was driving, but we were downtown so maybe that idea wouldn't be too good. I had to settle for rubbing him off through his trousers and feeling Daddy playing with my panty covered pussy at the same time.
My real plan, obviously, was to find Gina. Daddy wanted to marry me and even if it wasn't a real church wedding, I knew he'd be serious about it. We'd be married in our hearts, if not in law, and that would be good enough for me. I just needed that other woman out of our lives once and for all, and so if he wanted to see her, and find out why she'd left us, fine. I'd help and I kept a watch out the windows, staring hard at every prostitute we passed as Daddy looked for a place to park.
"God! This place is ill," I told him, walking down the sidewalk with Daddy, feeling his hand touching me. He wasn't holding me, but just staying close, protecting me I think, or trying too.
"Ill? Is that good or bad? I forget," he teased me.
"It's good." I grinned at him as we walked past a strip club with some guy outside handing out fliers. He even gave one to me. "It's wet t-shirt night. Ladies are free."
"Don't take those things," Daddy sighed, but I was giggling.
"Mmmm…Live sex shows too, starting at ten PM every night," I read aloud. "Kinda sounds like our house."
"Uh…" He looked around and I think my dad was a little nervous, being with his teenage daughter in the sleazy, sex for sale part of town.
"Come on!" I grabbed his arm, jerking Daddy like I was trying to wake him up. "That was funny, admit it."
"Yeah, yeah…" He smiled at me. "You sure you don't wanna see a movie? There's that new pirates movie…"
"Uh-huh, I wanna see a movie," I said. "In here…"
"What? Amy…" Dad stopped walking and stared at the adult arcade I wanted to go into. I tugged at his arm impatiently.
"What? Come on," I said. "It says they have private booths."
"What if you get caught though?" he asked, lowering his voice because there were a few people walking around. The streets were busier than I'd expected them to be.
"They'll kick me out?" I grinned and shrugged. "Why? You think a place like this is gonna call the cops?"
"Uh…No…But, this isn't right. We should…" Daddy wanted to find a reason not to go inside.
"I'm gonna go inside," I said, letting go of his arm. "If you want me, you'll just have to find me!"
"Amy…"
I laughed and walked into the place like I owned it, disguising my sudden nervousness pretty well, I thought. I mean, it's sorta scary just walking into an adult bookstore like that, and I had no idea what to expect. I figured there'd be like a bunch of guys in trench coats standing around, looking at dirty pictures and jerking off. It was pretty bright inside though and actually kinda clean. All the magazines were wrapped in plastic, but they were seriously sick too! Like nasty! God! I blinked at one showing like a close-up of some woman's mouth full of creamy jizz and it was called 'Sperm Eaters #19' or something. It seemed to me like one issue of that would be about enough for anyone, wouldn't you think?
The guys in there looked pretty normal though and even the guy working the register looked like he belonged at a Seven-Eleven or something. He was watching a little television and leaning against a huge glass display case full of every kind of dildo and vibrator you can imagine. I was a little bit in awe of it, actually, and there was one that looked as big as me! No kidding, like five feet long or something, a big thick snake with huge cock shaped heads on both ends. What was that for? It freaked me out and I just looked at all those toys, remembering my own modest vibrator at home. The one that used to be my mom's. I wondered if she'd bought it here.
"Hey." The guy noticed me and he must have been like twenty-five maybe.
"Hi." I smiled at him, figuring my little field trip was about over, just as soon as he asked for an ID.
"See anything you like?" he asked and I blinked at him. "Just let me know if you wanna take one for a test drive."
"A test drive?" I giggled.
"Well, we're not supposed to do that, but…" he shrugged and eyed my small, but firmly upturned breast, "…who's gonna know?"
"Uh, okay." I nodded. "How about, um…" I looked over my shoulder at an open doorway with a sign that said 'Video Arcade – Tokens Only' on the wall next to it. "Can I watch some videos first?"
"Five or ten?" he asked me and I just narrowed my eyes. "Dollars. Five or ten dollars worth of tokens?"
The guy was smiling as I reached into my purse. I wanted to get into the arcade before Daddy came through the door, thinking a little hide-and-seek would be pretty fun. He was probably waiting to see if I'd chicken out or maybe get tossed for being too young.
"Um…Ten, I guess." I pulled out a couple fives and he gave me a roll of tokens, like quarters, except they weren't. They had engraved lips on the 'heads' side and a sexy butt on the 'tails' side.
"Have fun," the guy said.
"Thanks," I replied, thinking this was all really weird and I turned around to find my dad standing there, looking at magazines, while he really watched me.
I stuck my tongue out at him and walked past, not saying a word as I entered the darker, kind of musty smelling video arcade. There were people in there, like shadows kind of lurking around, and I could hear the sounds of movies, tinny moans and oh's and ah's, muffled and confused. It seemed really bizarre and I had no idea what I was doing, but it was seriously fun too. I wasn't scared really, Daddy followed me closely, I knew that, but I felt nervous as heck, like excited and full of energy. This was a wicked place and it smelled like old cum and pine oil, a lot of pine oil, but it couldn't cover up the sex.
The booths weren't really big, but large enough for two people anyway. There was a metal folding chair inside the one I went into finally. A television screen behind some scratched and stained plexiglass, stained with what I didn't really want to know. A little rubber waste basket sat in the corner, and a kleenix box had been mounted to the wall, padlocked behind a bit of plywood as if someone might steal the whole box, instead of taking tissues one at a time. It made me giggle. I closed the door, grinning at my dad and teasing him for being too slow. I'd let him inside a couple minutes later, I thought, dropping a bunch of tokens in the lighted slot and some porn movie started playing.
There was a little round knob, two of them, but the volume one was broken and didn't do anything. The other one changed channels and I flipped through them, sitting on the chair after scrutinizing the grey metal hard for any signs of sticky body fluids or whatever. I finally settled on a movie with some petite white girl getting gang-banged by like five huge black guys. It was kinda intense and I'd never really seen porn before. I couldn't believe that girl could take those cocks though! She was probably the same size as me, although obviously older, and those cocks were like a foot long or something. Each! And she had one in her butt, one in her pussy, sucked another and jerked off the last two guys, all at once. That was insane! I hoped they'd paid her a lot of money for that!
It took me half a minute to realize I wasn't totally alone in that booth. I mean, I was, but not totally. Just to my left someone had cut a hole in the wall, deliberately it seemed to me, being perfectly round and smooth like it was. I blinked in the flickering light of the video as I saw a cock pushing through it. That's what had caught my eye. That long, thick white penis all of a sudden appearing out of the wall. It was Daddy's cock, I realized. His nice fat cock and he was right next door, watching his own video and showing me his dick.
"You bad daddy!" I leaned close and whispered through the hole, his hot prick rubbing against my cheek and getting me wet with his precum.
"Suck it, bitch!" he breathed in a voice so low I didn't think I'd heard him right.
"Bitch?" I rolled my eyes. "It's not my fault you're too slow."
He was so hard though, as hard as I'd ever seen him and maybe even a little bigger than usual, although it was hard to tell. The lighting wasn't very good and seeing just Daddy's cock by itself made it look…different somehow. I was horny though, like seriously hungry for sex, plus I was ovulating and we'd been waiting for this night. Daddy had gotten his vasectomy reversed and then we'd waited almost a month, just for the best chance we'd have of getting me pregnant. I hadn't let him cum in two weeks! And he hadn't cum for the two weeks before that while his sperm tube duct thingies healed.
"Poor Daddy," I sighed, pushing out my tongue and licking his cockhead all over.
He was excited tonight, as he should have been after waiting so long. His cock dripped precum like a faucet, a lot more than he usually did, and I swallowed it down happily, wetting his cock from the tip down the shaft, as far as I could get until it disappeared in that hole. I'd finally learned how to take all of him, to deep throat my dad's swollen penis, but it wasn't easy and he really had to be super wet for me to do it. So that's what I started doing, getting that throbbing cock I loved all wet and slippery with spit and precum, getting him ready for a really good suck job from his beautiful daughter.
God! That turned me on. Plus we were like in public, sorta, and after keeping our relationship a total secret, this was totally making it special. Nobody would know who we were, you know, or even what we were doing, but still…We weren't in our bedroom behind locked doors anymore. I rubbed my pussy through my panties when I opened my mouth wide, engulfing the smooth glans of Daddy's cock eagerly. I washed him good with my tongue, tasting the faint bitter taste of old pee maybe and I didn't mind. It was like that sometimes. I loved my daddy-husband's flavor.
He made soft, muffled sounds of approval as I took more and more of him. Finally I was able to open my throat, somewhat awkwardly, and getting his cockhead past the back of my mouth like that was always cool. It hurt a little, just because he was so thick and my neck was so thin, but the feeling of being stretched out totally, of sliding my tight lips all the way down the shaft and knowing I had every inch of daddy's hard cock inside me…Wow! I was jilling my cunt quickly, pulling my panties to the side and rubbing my clit with two fingers. I knew I'd cum soon, just from sucking my daddy off!
I deep throated him a couple times, not too many really. I wasn't very good at it and the sensation was uncomfortable. I couldn't breathe and it was always sloppy too. Spit and precum ran from my mouth, down my chin in long strands to pool on the floor and I had to be careful not to stain my blouse. Four times in my throat was enough anyway, Daddy wasn't gonna last long, not after waiting a month to cum inside me! I wanted him too, you know? In my pussy; in my womb! That was the whole point of all this, the whole reason I made him wait and get his tubes fixed back up. I had to have his sperm in my womb and so I pulled my mouth away with a loud sucking sound, smiling and licking my bruised lips.
"Fuck me, Daddy…Make a baby in me," I breathed, thinking this was gonna be totally weird!
Wait until our kid got old enough for me to tell him, or her maybe, but I wanted a boy, that I'd gotten pregnant by Daddy through a hole in the wall! That would be crazy and Daddy and me would be laughing about it for a long time. I took my panties off, shoving them in my purse, and that cock bobbed up and down, anxious and ready to fill my pussy up! It was just about the right height too, like perfect for me, and all I had to do was move my firm round ass close to the wall and reach between my legs, grasping that hot erection and rubbing the head along and between my slick pussy lips.
I moaned and then gasped as I found my hole with it and that familiar, but long missed sensation of having my father's incestuous cock stretching my cunt was beautiful. I pushed myself back slowly, loving the feeling of it as my sex resisted weakly at first, and then surrendered, opening up and taking Daddy all the way inside until I couldn't go back any farther. My ass was right up against the wall, cool and smooth against my flushed skin. I closed my eyes, reaching for my tits and playing with myself through my blouse while Daddy started pumping me through that hole.
"Oh God! Fuck me…I wanna feel it inside me…Oh fuck! Daddy!" I groaned, quivering with my own imminent orgasm.
I squeezed my tits hard and my stomach churned, my cunt seeming to collapse around that cock as it feasted on my desperation. He fucked me good and hard, like he'd never felt my cunt wrapped around him before in his life. Poor, poor Daddy! I shouldn't have made him wait so long, but we wanted to make sure he had a big load of potent sperm for my womb tonight! Oh fuck yeah! Daddy was gonna fuck me up and put a baby in my belly! He was gonna make a sister or brother for Jilly and JJ, right there in my hot little body, and in nine months there'd be a brand new baby for us to love.
My cunt spasmed hard, milking my dad's fat prick like a fist and that brought him off as well. It was perfect, our orgasms arriving almost simultaneously, and I was right in the middle of mine when I felt his cock jerking inside me, his sperm shooting out hard and distinct. The creamy stuff must have been splashing against the soft pillow of my cervix so that I came again, without any pause at all. The sensations put me in orbit, shaking and gasping for air. My eyes were scrunched tight and all I could do was imagine Daddy's thick sperm seeping into my uterus, looking for my eggs and bathing them with love.
"N-No…Don't pull out…" I breathed, barely able to focus through the feverish fog of my arousal.
He was trying to pull his cock out of me, but I wanted Daddy to stay there, to plug up my hole good and give his sperm a fighting chance to do what it was supposed to. I reached between my quivering thighs and grabbed the base of his cock, holding him there, refusing to let my father go until I was sure he'd knocked me up.
"Thanks for the fuck," he whispered finally and then pulled away, his cock slipping through my greasy cum stained fingers and I laughed weakly.
"Thanks for the baby," I sighed, pressing my hand to my pussy and I was full of cum, mine and Daddy's all mixed up inside me.
I got my panties out and put them back on, pulling the crotch tightly against my slightly gaping and now seriously well-fucked pussy. I wished I'd brought a pad or something as I fumbled in the darkness, that movie long finished and my time run out. I smoothed my skirt by feel and found the little round bolt, unlocking the door and stepping out, smiling and giggling and feeling like I'd just come out of a sauna. I was hot inside and out, and damp with sweat. That had been a really great fuck. One of our best and I saw Daddy standing nearby, leaning against the wall and looking at me.
"God!" I whispered, getting close and hugging him, reaching up to pull his mouth to mine. "That was a great fuck, Daddy! I love you so much!"
I kissed him hard, forcing my tongue into his mouth and he responded, but reluctantly, even pushing me away gently and I figured he was just nervous. But one kiss wasn't gonna hurt and I smiled at him, taking his hand and putting it on my tummy, sliding it under my blouse so he could feel my flushed skin.
"Can you feel it?" I asked. "I think you did it! We did it!"
"Amy…Did what?" Daddy narrowed his eyes. "What happened to you?"
"What happened to me?" I rolled my eyes and laughed. "You did! God! You put like a gallon of sperm in me! I gotta be pregnant, you think?"
"What?" He grabbed my shoulders and even gave me a little shake. "I was standing here, waiting for you."
"No you weren't." I giggled, but the look on his dimly lit face made my heart lurch and I suddenly felt sick to my stomach.
"Yeah, Amy." Dad swallowed hard. "I've been standing here for fifteen minutes."
"But you were…" I blinked at him, glancing at the booth beside mine and it was empty, the door open wide. "You were in that booth, the one next to mine. You put your cock through the hole and I sucked it and then…"
"No." He shook his head. "It wasn't me."
"Oh God!" I gagged and felt like I was about to throw up.