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Author: daddyoh
Title: Daddy's Pregnant Porn Star
Part: 1 of ?
Universe: None
Summary: Paul knows his daughter Abbey has been doing porn for several
years when she calls and tells him she needs some help.  He invites her to
come home and stay with him for a while so she can get back on her feet. 
When Abbey arrives, Paul discovers she's five months pregnant.  Paul loves
his daughter and she loves him.  In the course of taking care of her, he
finds that his passion for pregnant women is stirred by his own pregnant,
porn star daughter.  What's a dad to do?
Codes: MF, inc, preg
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   Daddy's Pregnant Porn Star by daddyoh Ch.  1

   ***

   "So, is it true?"

   "Is what true, Angelina?"

   "You know what I mean, Paul.  Is it true that she's coming back?"

   "She?  You mean your daughter?  She has a name, you know."

   "I don't care to admit she's my daughter, and you know that.  It's true
isn't it?  She's coming back, and she's going to live with you?"

   "I can't believe you've become that cold."

   "After what she's been DOING?  I'm ASHAMED of her, Paul!  Aren't you?"

   "Look, I'm not going to say I'm proud of what our daughter has been
doing with her life, Angelina.  But Abbey is still our daughter.  Or at
least my daughter.  You can chose to pretend she's not your flesh and blood
all you want.  But she's my daughter, she's had a tough time, and she needs
to come home for a while."

   "Well, I think you're a fool, Paul.  She'll take advantage of you for
sure."

   "How would she do that?  I ASKED her to come home and stay with me for a
while.  I WANT to help her figure herself out and get back on her feet. 
I'll give her whatever she needs.  Besides, I don't think she has money
problems.  What could she do to take advantage of me?"

   "I don't know.  I just know what she's like."

   "You have no idea what she's like, Angelina.  You haven't even talked to
her in what, two years?"

   "Can you blame me?"

   "Yes, I can blame you.  You know, she might not have let her life get
screwed up if you had at least pretended to care."

   "SCREWED up.  You got that part right, Paul."

   "That's enough, Angelina.  We have nothing else to talk about right
now."

   "That's fine.  Good luck, Paul.  I hope you know what you're getting
yourself into."

   "I'll be fine.  Bye."

   Paul had indeed made the invitation to his daughter.  But when she
called him and told him that her life was off-track, he felt he had little
choice.  And he did want her to be with him for a time.  But he was worried
that if he didn't make the gesture, she might end up even worse off than
she seemed to be.

   He was right to be concerned.  Abbey had gone through some difficult
situations in the previous couple of years, involving some mildly illegal
activities, minor-to-moderate substance abuse, as well as plenty of
behavior that simply took its toll on any human being involved in it.  Paul
knew the basics of all that when he invited his daughter to come and stay.
But there was one major thing Abbey hadn't shared.

   "Honey," Paul said upon seeing his daughter face-to-face for the first
time in several years, "oh ​my...are you...?"

   "Hi Dad!" Abbey said with a smiling but weary expression on her face. 
"And yes, before you say anything else.  I'm pregnant.  Sorry I didn't tell
you on the phone."

   Paul did his best not to seem shocked at his daughter's condition.  He
expected to be troubled by her appearance, but he thought she would just
look tired and drawn-out.  He didn't anticipate her being, at his
estimation, four months pregnant (it was actually just over five months of
baby-belly on display).

   The two hugged, with Paul being careful to adjust the strength of his
squeeze to allow for his daughter's swollen stomach.  The embrace was long
and warm, with a few tears being shed on both sides.

   "I missed you so much, Dad."

   "Oh Sweetheart, I missed you too...so very much."

   As they were retrieving Abbey's bags and taking them to Paul's vehicle,
he was asking to be filled-in on the situation.

   "Well Dad, I'm about five months along.  I'm doing OK, I guess.  I'm
tired a lot."

   "Have you been seeing a doctor, Honey?  Is someone tracking everything
and making sure you're progressing all right?"

   "I went once, but in the beginning."

   "OK, well we'll get that taken care of first.  We need to make sure
you're both healthy."

   "Both...  I have to tell you Dad, the people I've been around lately
don't really talk about it that way."

   "What do you mean, Abbey?"

   "They just don't act like I'm, you know, gonna have a baby.  They don't
ever acknowledge that there's a person inside me.  Either they just pretend
it doesn't exist, or they think of me for...well, never mind."

   "What, Abb?  You can tell me, whatever it is, if you want to.  You can
tell me anything, about anything."

   "Really Dad?  Are you sure?  Because sometimes I think it might help to
talk about it."

   "Anything, Sweetheart, really.  Now what were you going to say.  People
think of you for what?"

   Abbey looked at her father, wondering if she could take him at his word.
Could she really be straight with him?  She thought this was as good a time
as any to find out.

   "For fetish stuff, Dad."

   "Uh...what does that mean exactly, Sweetie.  I mean, I can guess, but
I'm not sure."

   "Well, let's cut to the chase, Dad, if you're really OK with it.  You
know what I do...or at least what I've been doing."

   ​"Well, yeah Honey.  More or less, I know.  Obviously not details.
But I know."

   "O.K.  I'm just going to say it and get it out of the way.  I've been
doing porn, for a few years."

   "Yeah, that is cutting to the chase.  And I'm OK, Abbey.  Really, talk
about anything you need or want to.  I'm fine.  I'm concerned about you,
but I love and respect you, Sweetheart."

   "Oh Daddy, you're just incredible." Abbey stopped to give her father
another big hug before they climbed into his car.  Once again, she had a
few tears in her eyes.  "Well, yeah...so I do porn.  It's all been pretty
mainstream.  A lot of girl-girl.  Some boy-girl, but not much.  Do you know
that I have a website?"

   "I think you mentioned it once.  I can honestly tell you I haven't see
it, Honey.  But anyway, I get the basic picture."

   "OK, well fetish work is like, more specialized.  Like, people who are
into sex and smoking, sex that's all about feet, sex with food involved,
sex with chubby girls...  I guess I've always kinda been one of those
chubby girls...and now more than ever."

   "Honey, don't be down on yourself.  You're not chubby, even now.  You've
always been absolutely beautiful and you still are."

   "Well, I've been known as a girl with big boobs and a big butt.  That's
kinda my trademark, if you don't know.  There's no secret about that.  But
any way...the kind of fetish work I'm talking about is about having sex
with pregnant girls."

   "Ohhhhh," Paul said tentatively.  "I see.  So you...I don't know if I
should ask, or if I want to know...  You...  Did you...  Have you...?"

   "No, Dad.  I didn't do any of that.  I had lots of offers.  Stuff like
that, especially pregnant sex with girls or guys, or just solo is in
demand. And it pays pretty good."

   "OK Abb, I understand.  I'm uh...I'm not sorry to hear that you haven't
done that kind of thing."

   "Me too.  Anyway, my point was that nobody sees me as, 'both of us.'
They either act like they don't even know I'm pregnant, or they try to
think of how to use it to market me."

   "It is hard for me to hear that, Sweetheart.  I can't deny it.  Mostly
because it feels like nobody around you was thinking of you as a person,
much less the wonderful young woman you are.  Did anybody in that business
really care...about YOU?"

   This time it was more than just a few tears.  Abbey leaned over to her
father in the car, took hold of his arm, pushed her face against it and
began to full-out cry.  Paul wished he wasn't driving so he could hold his
daughter and comfort her properly.  But at the very least he felt like he
was giving her the chance to start emptying herself of some of the emotions
that had obviously built-up inside of her.

   When they got to Paul's house, he brought Abbey's bags inside and showed
her right to her room.  She had not seen the house before and decided she
would take the full tour after a nap.  Paul gave his daughter a big hug and
left her in her room to rest.

   As soon as she was alone, Abbey used the attached bathroom, got
completely undressed, then crawled into the big, soft bed her dad had
prepared for her.  Even though she had not seen her father's current house
before that day, she felt more comfortable, more safe, and more at home
​than she had in years.

   Abbey slept for so long that Paul went to check on her twice to make
sure she was OK.  After many hours had passed, Abbey wiped the sleep from
her eyes, put on a t-shirt and stretchy shorts and went down to see her dad
and get a proper tour of his house.

   "Oh my goodness!" Paul exclaimed when he saw his daughter coming down
the stairs.  "She lives!"

   "Dad, I'm so sorry!" Abbey replied.  "I feel terrible that I came right
into your house and slept so long!"

   "Abbey Honey, one of the biggest reasons you're here is so you can just
feel at home, and get all the rest you need.  So please, don't apologize
for sleeping, or doing anything at all to take care of yourself."

   Abbey's face and her hug said it all.  She loved her father, and felt
loved unconditionally by him.  She felt safe with him.  She never felt
judged, even though she knew he would always tell her honestly how he felt
about whatever she was doing.  She was so glad to be there with him that
words could not express it.

   After a very long embrace that included the shedding of a few more tears
on the part of both father and daughter, Paul gave Abbey a tour of his
large house, then brought her into the kitchen and prepared dinner while
they talked.

   "So Abb, I don't want to pry or anything, but um...maybe you could bring
me up to speed on the...you know...the whole baby thing."

   "What do you mean, Dad?"

   "I don't know, Honey.  I'm guessing it wasn't planned.  How did you wind
up getting pregnant.  I'm assuming that people in...you know...who do the
kind of work you've been doing must be extra careful about protection."

   "Yeah, that's usually true.  But it happens.  I was seeing a doctor for
some other things, like depression and stuff.  I was having these big mood
swings and he thought it might have to do with the birth control pills I
was taking.  He told me to take some time off the pill, but of course to be
careful while I wasn't taking it.  I did it, but I wasn't careful.  I was
stupid.  It wasn't even work related.  I just got stupid at some parties,
and the rest is, well..."

   Abbey put her hand on her distinct baby belly.

   "I see," Paul said.  "And you said you haven't really seen a doctor
since you found out, and we're going to take care of that tomorrow."

   "Yes, Daddy," Abbey replied with a smile.

   "And what are your plans...you know...for the baby?"

   "I don't know, Dad.  I mean, I'm pretty sure I'm going to have it."

   "Abb...PRETTY sure?  Sweetie, I think you're awfully far along to be
thinking about NOT having it.  Are you really thinking about..."

   ​"No, not really, Dad.  I know it's probably really too late.  But
I just don't really know what my plans are."

   "Well, I understand that.  But I guess the next big question is..."

   "I know the next question, Dad.  And the answer is, I don't know.  I'm
not sure who the father is.  And I'm not worried about it.  Whoever it is,
it's not someone I would want to be a part of any of it."

   "OK, well, I'll leave it at that.  Thanks for filling me in."

   "I know, it's weird Dad.  I'm sorry."

   "Abbey, relax Honey.  Seriously.  I care about you and what's best for
you, and now your baby.  It is what it is, OK?  Really, just be at home,
Sweetheart."

   "Dad, how did I get so lucky to have you for a dad?"

   "Oh come on...I'm just as lucky to have you for a daughter."

   More tears came to Abbey's eyes and Paul got another huge, long hug.  He
felt great about being able to comfort her, but he also hoped that she
wouldn't continue to cry every time he said something kind to her.

   "Hey!" Abbey exclaimed after finally releasing her father from their
embrace, "You haven't touched my belly yet!"

   Without warning she pulled the waistband of her shorts down so it rested
below her baby bulge, then pulled her shirt up, more than she needed to in
Paul's opinion, to reveal her big, smooth, round stomach.  She held her
shirt under her chin (which required pulling it even higher and partly
exposing her breasts), grabbed both of her father's hands and placed them
on either side of her belly.

   "Oh, Honey," Paul said, feeling fairly speechless.  "Oh, wow..."

   He caressed his daughter's big stomach with his hands.

   "Isn't it cool, Dad?  I just love to touch it, I swear!"

   "It's something truly amazing, Abb.  A total miracle of nature."

   "It feels so good to have your warm hands on by belly!  You've always
had the warmest hands, Dad.  And like I said, I haven't exactly been around
a lot of people I've wanted to be rubbing my stomach."

   "Well, this is wonderful Abbey.  Thanks for...oh!  Was that...?"

   "Yes!  It's moving!  Maybe not totally kicking yet...I don't know.  But
it's moving!"

   Abbey held on to her father's hands and encouraged him to keep rubbing
her stomach for several minutes.  Finally she released him, as she sensed
he might be getting slightly tired of the little exercise.  But she totally
loved the feeling of her dad's hands on her skin, and she knew she would be
asking that of him again as soon as possible.

   ​Abbey had no clue about was what was really happening that made
it seem like her father had held and caressed her belly for long enough. 
The truth was that he loved touching his daughter's pregnant stomach, a
lot. Ever since Angelina had been pregnant with Abbey twenty-plus years
before, Paul had found women in that physical state to be incredibly
attractive.  He was surprised to find that his own daughter was no
exception.

   Paul tried hard not to pull away or seem uncomfortable, as Abbey seemed
like she really needed her belly to be touched in a loving way.  But he was
thankful that he was able to turn away without her seeing that the
experience had given him a fully erect cock.  He turned his back and
continued preparing dinner, continuing to talk to Abbey, but keeping his
back to her as much as possible.

   Later that night Paul ushered Abbey back to her room and bid her good
night.  When he got himself into bed he was hit with sudden thoughts of his
daughter and her pregnant belly.  Instantly his erection returned.  His
immediate instinct was to take care of it, but he wasn't able to bring any
images to mind except for ones that featured Abbey.  He decided that his
penis would have to go down on its own, and he forced himself to think of
non-sexual things as he tried to get to sleep.  Two days later Paul's
resolve would be pushed even further when taking Abbey for her first doctor
visit since finding out she was pregnant.

   "Are you sure you want me to stay in here, Abb?" Paul asked while he and
Abbey were sitting in the examination room waiting for the doctor.

   "Sure, Dad.  As long as you can stand it.  I want you to hear everything
too."

   "OK, well, I'll do my best."

   After a wait that seemed reasonable to both Abbey and Paul, the doctor
knocked, then entered the room.  He introduced himself to Abbey, then to
Paul.

   "Hi, I'm Dr.  O'Brien," he said, extending his hand to Abbey.  "Hi," he
repeated to Paul.  "So, how far along are we?"

   "Around 5 months, I think," Abbey said.

   "And you're the father?" Dr.  O'Brien said to Paul.  "How's everything
going, Dad?"

   "Oh!  Um...uh..." Paul stammered.

   "Ha!  Dr.!  He's MY father!  He's not the baby's father."

   "Ohhhh, I'm sorry!" the doctor said with a laugh.  "I guess I should pay
closer attention!  So, Dad...  You're still the dad of someone in the room,
right?" Paul nodded and smiled wanly, trying to hide his embarrassment. 
"Well, Dad...are you going to stay?  Usually only the father of the baby
sticks around for this appointment."

   "I want him here, Doctor.  I'm alone, you see?  So, my dad's kind of
like, my man right now.  Dad, like I said, you can stay for as long as you
can stand it.  You'll probably want to leave by the time my feet are in the
stirrups."

   "I think I'll be gone by the for sure, Abb."

   Abbey and the doctor chuckled at Paul's obvious discomfort.  Dr. 
O'Brien talked with Abbey about her circumstances overall, asked about her
health history, gave her an idea of what to expect ​next, all before
beginning the actual examination.

   "Let's start by listening to your heart," the doctor said.

   Without warning, and out of pure habit, Abbey grabbed the bottom of the
sweatshirt she was wearing and pulled it over head.  Not only was her big,
swollen belly immediately exposed, but so was her entire top half, ample
boobs included.

   Paul didn't even have the chance to see what was coming or to look away.
And the moment his daughter's breasts were out in the open, he was
transfixed.  He could not stop looking, maybe even staring at the two big,
beautiful orbs hanging from Abbey's chest.

   Before the doctor asked to see more, her pants were on the floor as
well. In seconds Paul saw his beautiful, sexpot daughter go from mostly
clothed to clad only in tiny black panties that came barely as high as the
bottom of her swollen abdomen.  Now the doctor was giving Abbey
instructions...lift one arm, after which he felt around her boob...lift the
other, another long feel.  Then his stethoscope was pressed against her
chest.  He moved it to several spots before asking Abbey to turn it around.
Then the scope was being pressed against her lovely back.

   "OK, time for the stirrups, Abbey," Paul heard the doctor say.

   Just as quickly as the pants, Abbey's panties hit the floor.  Paul was
now staring at Abbey's beautiful, big, round ass.  He was looking at the
voluptuous body of his daughter...a body that thousands and thousands of
men, maybe more, had been looking at when they blew their loads.  Paul was
suddenly aware that his cock was as stiff as it could be.  Then he was
aware that his daughter was speaking to him.

   "Dad, can you still handle...," she said as she turned.  "Dad?"

   Abbey turned to finish her sentence, but all she saw was the door
closing behind her father after he left the room.  Paul knew exactly what
he was looking for.  He went down the hallway outside the office where his
daughter's cervix was about to be examined, turned a corner, and there it
was.  A bathroom.

   Paul looked around to ensure that the hall didn't seem like a high
traffic area, and in he went.  Door locked, zipper pulled down, erection
pulled out, he closed his eyes and started pumping away.

   "Ohhhh shit...what is wrong with me?" Paul whispered very softly.  "I
CAN'T be thinking about her this way!  It doesn't matter what kind of porn
she's done.  It doesn't matter how many people have fucked her, or how many
have wished they could.  She's still my daughter.

   But...OMG, that body, those big fucking tits, that ass...fuck, I want to
put my cock in between those beautiful butt cheeks...ohhh...nooo, nooo,
noooooohhhhhhhOOOOOOHHHHhhhhhh..."

   Paul swiped a paper towel from the dispenser on his left at the last
possible millisecond and got his cock into it just as the explosion
started. He felt his warm cum pool around the head of his pole as he filled
the towel.  He stood in place for a minute, semen seeping through the paper
towel, cursing himself for being an incredible pervert for thinking such
thoughts about his daughter...  His gorgeous, beautiful, buxom, fuckable
porn star daughter.

   After cleaning-up, Paul waited outside the examination office where Dr.
O'Brien was finishing up his perusal of Abbey.  Paul heard her call out to
ask if he was still there.  Paul opened the door a crack, made sure his
daughter was mostly dressed, then went back in.

   ​The doctor told them both that everything looked fine.  Abbey was
in fact just over 5 months pregnant.  Her blood pressure was a bit high,
but nothing to worry about, and so on.  He encouraged Paul to take his
little girl home and pamper her for the next 4 months.  Paul was pleased,
because that was exactly the plan he already had in mind.