Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. This story is intended for adults 18 years old and over. Author: daddyoh Title: Daddy's Pregnant Porn Star Part: 2 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 Feedback: Greatly desired. Please click on my asstr author listing and use the email form to contact me. Author's Note: I'm posting this on asstr.org 04/29/12. I also posted it storiesonline.net at the same time. Daddy's Pregnant Porn Star by daddyoh Ch. 1 *** Paul's guilt over getting sexually excited by his daughter passed over the next few days. And the fact that he had raced to the bathroom at the doctor's office and frantically masturbated was something he just chalked up to the need for immediate release of sexual tension. Even though she had a tendency to walk around the house in just panties and a t-shirt that barely covered her growing belly, Paul's thoughts remained mostly pure. He figured that those feelings had been a one-time-thing that were now in the past. He felt totally free to pamper and care for Abbey in whatever way he could. But he hadn't counted on the conversation his daughter initiated a week or so after moving in with him. "So, Dad..." "Yes Abb?" "There's something I've wanted to ask you since I got here." "OK, what's that Sweetheart?" "I've been kinda wondering if...well..." "What, Honey? Just say it." "I've been wondering if you've seen any of what I've done, like...on the web." Paul had been anticipating this question coming at some point, and he hadn't been looking forward to it. "Abbey, I told you the day I picked you up, I haven't." "No Dad. You said you didn't know I had a website. I'm asking if you've SEEN ANY of my stuff." "Abb, do we really have to talk about this?" "No we don't, Dad. It's not that big a deal. I'm just asking if you've ever seen what I do...or what I did...or, I don't know." "OK, here's the deal. I'll say it this way... Mostly no. Being honest, I know that you're all over the place. I didn't know you had a website, because when you pop-up somewhere I leave the page as quickly as I can." "Are you ashamed, Dad? Are you ashamed of me?" "Abbey, of course not. I told you, I can't say I think that you doing what you do is good for you. It seems to me that... Well, you haven't said this, but it seems like it left you alone, and obviously pregnant without knowing the father, and it didn't seem like there were a lot of people around who had your best interest in mind. It seems like you're probably a commodity to most of those folks." "Well Dad...I..." "Hold on Sweetheart. I really want to be clear. I am NOT, nor have I EVER been ashamed of you. I'm proud to have you as my daughter. Yes, it's a little awkward, and I can tell sometimes that people want to ask how you're doing, but they don't know what to say. But I think you must understand that, at least to some extent. Abbey, you are just wonderful to me. I think you're smart, I think you're kind, I think you are absolutely, totally gorgeous." "I do understand that it's awkward, Dad. But you know, I..." Tears came to Abbey's eyes for the first time in several days. "Dad, you're just my best friend. I don't know what I would do without you." Paul was sitting in an overstuffed chair, and although his daughter wasn't exactly petite, even without being pregnant, she did not hesitate to climb into his lap, put her arms around his neck and cry on his shoulder. Since it had been a few days since Abbey had had a crying fit, Paul didn't mind too much. He put his arms around her, held her close and let her cry for as long as she needed. Once she had settled down she wiped her eyes with a nearby tissue, then repeated her original question. "So, I don't wanna beat a dead horse. But that's all you've seen...just some pop-ups and stuff?" "Honestly Abb, I've never really seen any of your videos. But I have looked on YouTube and I saw a few interviews with you from those...conventions that you seem to go to." "Daddy! You did? Really?" "Yes. And since I know there's no real nudity there, I looked at a couple of videos people had posted with a bunch of pictures of you, where you were at least partially covered." "Oh, Dad! I can't believe that. That's so sweet!" "It's not a big deal, Honey. I just...you know...I don't see you all that much, so I wanted to have some little idea of what you're up to. I want to tell you again, it's all kinda awkward, but I don't want that to keep you from telling me about your life, OK?" "Absolutely, Dad! You really are my man, you know that?" Abbey buried her face in Paul's neck and kissed him there several times. Whether it was the talk about her work in the porn industry, or her general presence, or the way she smelled, or the kisses on the neck, Paul's sexual feelings came sneaking back...WHILE his daughter was on his LAP. Instantly Paul was frozen. His cock was growing every second. Would Abbey feel it under her ass? Would she freak out? Would she slap him? Would she leave? He experienced a few moments of sheer terror when Abbey suddenly spoke up. "Daddy!" Abbey exclaimed. "Ohhhh Daddy! I can FEEL it!" Paul felt all the blood drain from his face. He started working on his apologies and excuses. He was sorry. He didn't know how it happened. It just got erect on its own sometimes. He meant no disrespect nor anything inappropriate whatsoever. "Abbey Honey," Paul said as softly as he possibly could. But she didn't seem to have heard. "Dad! I feel it! The baby! That was definitely a kick! Oh, Dad! Touch my stomach!" Abbey pulled up her t-shirt and there was the belly Paul found so incredibly alluring. She had been insisting that he touch it several times a day. But this was the first time she did so while sitting on her father's lap. Not wanting Abbey to move around too while she was grabbing his hands, Paul obediently put one in the center of her tummy. "Ohhhh Abbey!" Paul felt the kick immediately, which let him forget his hard-on for a few moments. "Oh Sweetheart, I can absolutely feel it. That's a kick all right. Oh! There's another one! Oh Abbey...I love getting to share this with you." "Dad, there's no one I'd rather share this with than you. I love you, Daddy." Paul's heart swelled to bursting. He thought for a second that Abbey was going to kiss him for real. But instead she just hugged him to herself really hard. For the time being there was no more talk about Abbey and her work in porn. And Paul's erection got the chance to deflate a bit before he had to get up from his chair. Several days passed, during which Paul and Abbey got into something of a routine. She had started eating much better than she had been, and she started taking walks. Paul ran a small company from his home, so he was around, but he intentionally took time alone in his office to focus on what he needed to accomplish. Paul struggled a bit at times with sexual thoughts about his daughter. Even though she had worked in the sex industry, Paul had never before had such thoughts about her. But now that she was in his home, talking with him, touching and hugging him, and often walking around wearing very little, he had a whole new battle on his hands. But most of all Paul was very happy just being what Abbey referred to as, "her man." One of the ways Daddy pampered his little girl was by taking her out to dinner several times a week. Abbey got to dress up and go out, while basking in the attention of her super-attentive dad. And only a few people looked as though they might have recognized her, but no one said anything. That is, until one particular night. "Oh hell," Paul said under his breath. "What's wrong, Dad?" Abbey asked. The two were having dinner at one of Paul's favorite steak houses. "You're mother." "My...what about her? Do you mean, Mom's here?" "Yep. She just came in. You may not want to be too obvious, but she's over there." Abbey glanced toward the host's station, where she indeed saw her mother. "She hasn't changed a bit. She looks exactly the same as the last time I saw her." "Yeah...same wides hips, same narrow mind." "Who's she with?" "His name's Eddie. She's been seeing him for... I'm not sure for how long. Your mother and I don't talk that much. I do know that his name is Edward." "Looks kind of like a twerp," Abbey remarked, after which Paul just nodded his head. "Dad, does Mom know that I'm... You know...does she know about the baby?" "She didn't hear anything from me. But if she doesn't already, I think she'll know soon." "Why?" "Because she's coming over here." "Oh fuck." "Don't worry, Abb. I'm here." The two turned in toward Angelina, who was walking deliberately toward their table. Edward was a few paces behind. When Angelina reached them, she didn't say anything, but rather she looked back and forth between Paul and Abbey. "Hello Angelina," Paul said matter-of-factly. "Paul," she replied, then looked at her daughter. "So, you're back I hear...and see. You could have called me or something." Abbey, who was normally a very bold personality, tried to respond, but couldn't form the words. Paul simply sat calmly, ready to react in whatever way was needed. Finally Abby was able to reply. "Hi Mom," was the best she could do. "Hello Edward," Paul said to the figure standing squarely behind Angelina. "Edward, this is our daughter Abbey." Edward leaned around Angelina and gave Abbey a brief wave. "Hi," Abby said. "It's nice to meet you." Edward moved back to his hiding place. "So, what are you going to be doing with yourself?" Angelina said to Abbey. "I'm not really sure, Mom. I'm..." "She's just going to come here and live in your house and..." Angelina said, turning her attention back to Paul. But then, Angelina had a sudden realization, which hit her like a bullet. Her eyes widened. Abbey realized what was about to come her way, but Paul got there first. He stood up and took a step toward his ex-wife. "Angelina," he said, his voice suddenly sounding more quiet, yet more intense, "you watch what you say next. This is my daughter, whether or not you want to treat her like she's yours." "Is...is she..." "Yes she is, Angelina. Our daughter is going to have a baby. How it happened is none of OUR business. It's certainly none of YOUR business. You've chosen to remove yourself from her life completely, so you have no place speaking up now, no matter what she's doing." "Dad," Abbey finally said, "I'm OK. Thank you. But I'm OK. Mom, I don't want it to be like this. I know you don't like what I've been doing. But you are right. I am pregnant. My life has been pretty crazy in the last few years, Mom. Honestly I don't know what I'm going to do. But you're my mom. I don't want to be totally separated from you." Angelina seemed to soften for a moment, then her coldness returned. "And this is how you try to make that happen? You show up here out of nowhere, move in with your father without even calling me, and now I find out that you got yourself knocked up? I guess it's a miracle that that didn't happen a long time ago." "Her condition, or her coming here has nothing to do with her wanting to have you in her life, Angelina. And honestly, I think she's got a lot of guts to even say what she just said to you." "I don't even know what to say to you," she said to her daughter. "I can't stand what you've been doing with your life. You're a tramp and that's all there is to it. You're a sleazy..." "You're going to stop right there, Angelina," Paul interrupted. "You're not going to say another word to my daughter in front of me until you can speak civilly to her." "She is a tramp!" Edward suddenly chimed in, having moved a bit outside Angelina's shadow. "She does porn. She is a tramp. She's a slut. Angie's right!" Abbey was suddenly afraid of what her father might do. She knew that as he stared into Edward's eyes, her dad was taking slow, deep breaths, trying to calm himself, trying not to lose control. After a full ten seconds had passed, and without dropping the death-stare into Edward's eyes, he took a step toward him. "Paul, you just watch what you..." Angelina started to say. Still locking eyes with Edward, Paul held up his hand, which stopped Angelina in mid-sentence. She knew her former husband was rarely pushed to the point of anger. But she also knew that when he was, someone could get hurt. He stepped around Angelina and stood face to face with Edward, whose eyes were like saucers. "If you touch me I'll call the police!" Edward suddenly blurted out. Paul took another breath, let it out, then laughed. No one knew what it meant, nor what to expect next. He brought his hand up slowly and gently placed it on Edward's shoulder and moved very close to his face. "Ed...Eddy, you are a funny guy," he said with a strange smile. "I'll tell you two things, Eddy. First, I promise you that if I touch you, you won't be calling the police...you'll be calling an ambulance. And second, if you ever, EVER," the last word was said through gritted teeth, "disrespect my daughter in any way in my presence again...if I ever HEAR that you disrespected her, you won't be able to call an ambulance, or anything else. I hope you're hearing me loud and clear." Edward literally couldn't breathe for the next few seconds. All he could do was nod his head in an exaggerated way. After staring into his eyes a bit longer, Paul turned, shot an extremely intimidating look at Angelina as he stepped around her again, then reached his hand out to his daughter. "Come on Sweetheart. We're done. Let's go home." Later Abbey realized she couldn't remember a thing from the time she took her father's hand until they were in his car driving away from the restaurant. Eventually Paul spoke. "Abbey Honey," I'm sorry for that. "You didn't deserve any of it. Your mother is just unhappy with her life. She doesn't know what to do except judge other people." "Dad, do you mind if we don't talk about it right now?" Paul looked over at his daughter, expecting to see tears. All he saw was a very downcast expression on her face. "Of course Abb. Whatever you want." Abbey was silent the rest of the way home. Paul felt helpless, not knowing what to say or do to make her feel better. "Honey, are you OK?" he asked when they were in the house. "I'll be all right, Dad," she replied. "I think I'm just gonna get ready for bed. I'm really tired." "OK, Abb. Just let me know if you need anything, OK?" "OK, thanks Dad." Abbey walked up to him and gave him a big hug, then whispered in his ear. "Thank you, Daddy. You are my super hero." She quickly broke the embrace, turned and left the room in a failed attempt to hide her tears. Paul moped around downstairs for a while until he finally gave in and decided to head for bed himself. He got ready, including putting on his pajama bottoms, which is all he generally slept in, and pulled back the covers on his bed. He was about to climb in when his phone buzzed with a text message. "r u still up? can u come in my room 4 a sec?" Paul went to the door, entered the hall and walked to Abbey's room. He gently knocked at the door. "Come on in, Dad." Paul opened the door and entered the room. "What's up, Honey?" "I don't know, Dad. I just feel basically crappy." "You mean, like physically? Or because of what happened at dinner?" "Mostly what happened at dinner. But I think it's making me feel bad all around." "What can I do for you, Abb?" "Will you rub my belly, Dad? It feels sooooo good when you do that." "Um...sure Sweetheart. No problem." He walked to the bed as Abbey pulled back the covers. She was wearing a long cotton nightshirt. She rolled onto her back and scooted over, inviting Paul to sit on the side of the bed next to her. He sat, turned toward her and put his hand on her stomach, on top of her garment, then began caressing. "Mmmmm...that feels so good, Dad." Paul smiled, feeling a little less hopeless than he had prior to receiving his daughter's text message. The two sat in silence for a few minutes. Abbey lay on her back with her eyes closed, and Paul set next to her, his hands gently roaming all around her big tummy. He thought she might drift off to sleep until he saw tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "What's the matter, Abb? Did Mom really get to you that much?" Abbey opened her moistened eyes. "You know how I feel most of the time, Dad?" "Um...no Sweetheart. I haven't been much of a part of your life since you went to California. We talk as much as we can, but I just don't know your world, at all. So, I don't know how you feel about things." "I understand. Well, I feel like shit most of the time." "Oh Honey..." "Seriously, Dad. I don't have many friends. I don't feel good about what I do. But I make a lot of money. And I party all the time. And I fuck aaaalllllllllll the time, not just in front of a camera. I'm just what they said I am, Dad. I'm a sleazy, tramp, slut. And you can add whore to it. I fuck for money. That's what whores do." "Abbey, stop. You are none of those things. I mean, you told me about your website. You...you have a name, right? People know you." "Dad, I can't keep pretending that I'm worth something just because thousands of men want to FUCK me, 'ya know? I can't measure my life by how many guys cum looking at my videos and my pictures and my website." "Abbey, I don't know what to say, Honey. All I know is that, to me, you're the most wonderful woman in the world. You're smart. You went to college. You care about people. You were wise enough to reach out and get help to get out of that place and get your head together. And you're a gonna be a good mother." "How can I keep this baby, Dad? How the hell could I raise a baby? I don't even know who the father is. He could be a black guy for all I know. I don't ever remember how many guys I fucked while I was off the pill." "Abbey, none of that matters. I mean, I'm not gonna say that those things don't exist. You have some things you have to figure out. OK, let me say that differently. It's not that those things don't matter. But the most important thing is that...you don't have to go through this alone. I'm completely here for you. I love you so much, I'm proud of you, and I believe in you." "Dad, how can you possibly say you're proud of me...that you're not ashamed of me, when you've never even seen what I do? You've never seen my website. Don't you feel ashamed? Don't you feel ashamed to tell people what I do? I know you do. You told me that." Paul let out a big sigh. "Abbey, I...it's just difficult for me. You're my daughter. I don't judge you for what you do. I'll be honest with you. I do look at that KIND of thing. I've just never been comfortable watching my daughter getting naked and having sex. daughter get naked and have sex. But that doesn't mean I never look at it." "Seriously, Dad? Do you really watch porn? Really?" "Sweetheart, I'm a normal, healthy, single man. Yes, I do. And I'm not ashamed of it. But looking at other girls, and looking at you...well, I just haven't wanted to do that. I just haven't had that desire, where you're concerned." Abbey paused to think. "Dad, would you consider...just for me...would you consider looking at my website with me tomorrow?" "Honey, I don't know..." "Please, Daddy? You can stop if you're too uncomfortable. It would mean so much to me, just to know you've seen what I do. It would help me figure some things out, Dad. Would you do that for me?" "Abb, I would do anything for you." Abbey sat up and, as she had done many times in previous weeks, threw her arms around her father's neck and hugged him long and hard. "You're my man, Daddy. Thank you so much...for everything." "Of course Sweetheart. I love you very, very much, and I only want the best for you." "Daddy, will you rub my stomach a little more before before I go to sleep?" "Of course, Honey. I love to..." Abbey shocked him by reaching for the bottom of her nightshirt and pulling it up, under her butt, and over her big stomach. Not only was her belly exposed, but Paul immediately saw that she wasn't wearing panties. He looked for a few moments at the soft, blonde hair between her legs. It didn't look very long or thick. Paul had a fleeting thought that she must normally shave it, but that lately she probably hadn't been, so it was growing back. He then focused on her round tummy as he rubbed her soft skin. Abbey visibly relaxed as he touched her. She lay back on her pillow and closed her eyes. After five minutes of caressing, Paul sensed that his daughter was drifting off to sleep. As he stood up from sitting on the edge of the bed, he did something he had done many, many times when Angelina was pregnant with Abbey. He bent down and planted a kiss in the center of her stomach. "Daddy..." Abbey whispered, sounding half asleep, "do that again, please. Do that some more." Paul didn't know what to do. He hadn't really intended to kiss Abbey's tummy in the first place. But it felt so wonderful. He put his hands back on either side of her globe and began kissing softly around her navel. "OK, Sweet Abbey," he whispered. "I love you, and the little person inside here. Goodnight, both of you." "I love, you, Daddy. Good night." Paul turned around and followed the head of his hard cock, which was pointing straight ahead, threatening to slip out of the front of his pajamas. He closed Abbey's door once again and hurried back to his own room to take care of his most recent hard-on. But that night, Paul wasn't the only one in the house who had unfinished business to tend to. As soon as the door to her room closed and her father went off to bed, Abbey's hands moved into place. One hand made slow circles around her belly while the other slid between her parting thighs. "Daddy...," she whispered to herself. "You are my man, Daddy...oooohhhhhh Daddy...please keep touching me. Touch my belly, touch my tits..." Her hand moved from her belly, up under her nightshirt and onto one of her breasts. "Oh yesss, Daddy squeeze my tits." Her fingers parted her wet labia and she ran one down the middle. "MMmm...kiss me, kiss me, kiss me..." "Ohh Daddy! When you're done kissing my belly, kiss down to my pussy...oooohhmmmmm. I want you so much, Daddy. I want you for my man so bad. Nobody has ever loved me like you do. Daddy, put it inside me. I need you, Daddy. Please make love to me. Please, please, please put it inside me. Make me your girl, Daddy. Make me yours forever." Abbey slipped her fingers inside her drenched cunt, squeezed one breast, then the other, and rubbed herself to the best orgasm she could ever remember having.