Author: Hardguy Title: baby (Work in Progress) Summary: The following story is a work in progress and is presented as is. It may be unformatted, contain misspellings, poor grammar, half constructed thoughts, and continuity errors. Story title may be misleading, as the plot may change during the writing process from the initial inspiration. If anything, it is presented in an effort to gauge reader interest. Keywords: M/F/g, ped, inc, cons, dad/dau, mom/dau, preg, 1st "Fuck me, daddy! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy full of your babies!" she panted and moaned as I thrust my cock in and out of her wet little cunt. "Cum in me, cum in my pussy, daddy," she panted, her voice wavering with my thrusts. She took her eyes off of me only when her own orgasm gripped her (and by association, gripped me as well) and her eyes closed and her mouth screwed up in a whimpering moan. Even though we'd been together for a dozen years, and I'd seen her orgasm countless times, seeing and feeling my wife cum as I fucked her never failed to empty my balls, and that's what I did. "Here...here it is...oh!" I grunted as I flooded her insides with my semen. "I'm making a baby in my little girl," I announced to her, staying within our chosen roles for tonight's love making activities. She wasn't really my daughter of course, but my 30- something wife recently started to call me 'daddy' and refer to herself as though she were when she neared her climax. The pregnancy talk though, that was very real and our goal with all our recent sex. Eleven years ago though, there were no roles and wishing for me to impregnate her wasn't such a task that needed such encouragement. Our daughter Summer came into our lives with relative ease early in our married life, but complications following the pregnancy left our chances of having another child reduced to nearly zero. Every time a new fertility treatment would arise, we'd go for it, at first making love with renewed enthusiasm and vigor, but by the time it became clear that it just wasn't going to work for us it felt very tired and mechanical with every coupling. Her passionate requests for my seed and expressions of desire to have my child would frequently end with her crying in my arms as doubt and self-loathing over the limitations of her own body crept into her mind. Despite all this mental and emotional trauma, she was a wonderful mother to our daughter, who, except for one night we got a little too loud, never knew a thing about our efforts to produce a sibling. Yes, she did catch us fully involved in the process of trying to conceive, and at the age of 7, she got The Talk. How my wife was able to keep her composure with her pussy still wet and her nipples still touch sensitive and give our little girl a 5 minute explanation of the birds and bees, I will never know. Sex had been a really shameful thing for her growing up, and talking dirty and having orgasms, especially with the lights on had been a big hurdle for her to jump following our marriage. We'd had sex before we got married of course, but it was always done in dark rooms with her being mentally and emotionally absent from the act. Eventually she would confide in me that she had been fondled as a child by a relative, and that, plus the devout religious upbringing, made her somewhat of a sexual zombie when we first hooked up in college. Gradually though, and the hormones from pregnancy really helped, she stopped just laying there while I pumped away at her until I came, and she was able to have her first orgasm when her growing belly forced us to experiment with positions, which had been something she was reluctant to do originally, likely due to the fact that her sexual abuse often took place with her facing away from her molester or on her hands and knees. Although I would insist that we didn't need to have sex if it caused her so much anguish, she would, almost to the point of tears, beg me to fuck her. Being horny just wasn't in her nature, but whatever was happening to her body got her that way. Doggy-style became our goto position, and it, combined with some breast play, which got a little messy with the milk production occurring, triggered my wife's first orgasm after two weeks, and her new outlook on sex. It was this new view of sex that brings us back to the present. Summer had just turned 11, and the day after her birthday, my wife made an appointment for yet another fertility treatment scheme. She was like a tiger that night as she stripped my clothes off of me, gave me some of the most intense and passionate oral sex I'd ever had, and when I warned her that I was getting close, she got up, turned around and bent over the side of the bed, and hitched up her nightgown to show me where she wanted it. She was dripping wet and with one thrust, I filled her up to my balls. "Cum in my pussy, daddy!" she gasped and I did as she asked of me. It was only after I had finished thrusting my cock in and out of her cum filled hole that it fully dawned on me what she had said. I pulled out and she cupped her slit to catch any drippings. She turned around and kissed me, but could see the look of weirdness that had taken over my face. "What?" "Did you...did you just call me 'daddy?'" She smiled, but looked a little embarrassed by the question. "Well...yeah...I-I didn't mean it like you were my dad, but like, um...like you were a dad...you know, like your cum would make you a daddy again." She didn't sound all that convincing really, more like it was some kind of excuse she came up with. "Just trying to think positive, you know? Plus I think you kinda liked it too, I'm still dripping!" she said with a wicked sort of smile and headed out of the room to the bathroom to clean up. Despite what she said her intentions were behind this new twist to our sex life, it was getting more and more obvious through her behavior that she was using the word 'daddy' during sex not as a concept, but as a name for who I was while I was fucking her. The word 'little' soon joined in to how she would refer to herself, and she'd even ask me to use it as well. Now I wasn't just 'cumming in her pussy,' I was instead 'cumming in her little pussy.' She would ask me with increasing pressure to call her 'my little girl' instead of 'baby' or 'sweetheart.' Every night seemed to get us a little deeper into our roles until eventually I wasn't needing to be coached and cajoled into the role of 'daddy' and was taking up the mantle myself. This was starting to have repercussions outside of the bedroom for me as well. Interactions with Summer were becoming more difficult for me now, as she would call me 'daddy' as well. Adding to the issue for me was the fact that Summer had started to bloom. She'd always been a cute little girl with a pretty smile, but it was getting hard not to catch myself leering at her when she'd go about the house in the morning wearing just panties and a t-shirt. Her little butt was gathering shape now that her hips had started to widen and the t-shirt she slept in was no longer flat over her chest, but was now being pushed away from her chest by her little nipple tipped puffy breasts. Having this lovely near-naked little girl call me 'daddy' every morning before she got dressed was leading me to try to initiate some morning quickie sex after she got on the school bus everyday, but my wife would always refuse, saying she didn't want to mess up her clothes before work. Her refusals were still a little odd, since in the past any sperm she could get inside her was very welcome, but I just assumed there were some kind of rules with whatever this new fertility treatment was. She did of course get curious and asked me what had me so worked up so early in the morning, but there was no way I was going to tell her that it was Summer who was inadvertently making my dick hard. I did take the most innocent course though, and suggested to my wife that she speak with Summer regarding her clothes in the morning. Ultimately though, she seemed to have forgotten about my request. After almost a month of this style of love making, and in particular after a night where it felt like my cock had virtually exploded into a rainstorm of cum of biblical proportions within her, she got out of bed and left the room as usual to purportedly clean up before sleeping. I realized that was a little odd as well. She'd frequently do that following recreational sex, but when it was baby focused sex she'd lay in bed in some sort of uncomfortable position to get as much sperm as possible into her womb instead of letting it all drip out into her hand. It also struck me as a little strange that she hadn't had any follow up visits or that I hadn't been included in some of the fertility clinic visits. Those guys were always eager for a sample from me. Curiosity got the better of me and I hopped out of bed and pulled on a pair of boxer shorts. I headed out of the room and down to the bathroom, which I was surprised to find was dark and empty. Puzzled, I turned around and back in the opposite direction, past our bedroom was Summer's bedroom, the door for which was open ajar with the light on. She should have been asleep hours ago, although more to the point, if my wife was not in the bathroom, could she be in Summer's room, and what for so late? I started to walk down the hall towards the room, feeling almost like I was creeping up on somebody. As I got near the door, I could hear my wife's voice inside. "Good, Summer, just like that...really rub it in there, as much as you can." "There's really a lot tonight, mom...did it all come from daddy?" "Oh sweetie, of course it did. I bet it's all thanks to you looking so sexy in the mornings too. Daddy's been really horny after you go to school, and he has to hold all this sperm in his balls all day." "Do I really look sexy, mom? My boobs aren't big at all." What the hell was I hearing? Creeping closer to the door, I was finally able to peer inside and saw my wife, foot up on our daughter's bed, nightgown held up to expose her freshly filled cream- pie to our little girl, who's hand appeared to be going between her mother's legs. "It's not just the size of your boobs that make you sexy, Summer. You've got an awesome little butt, and your figure is starting to really show. When you walk around the house in your panties and one of those little t-shirts I got you that really show off the fact that your titties are growing...well, it's no wonder your daddy's been shooting so much of it inside me lately." I could not believe what I was hearing and seeing. My eyes further defied my common sense as they beheld Summer's small hand, moving away from the canal which had birthed her, fingers covered in pearlescent goo, then disappearing down under the sheets on her bed where she then made a repetitive motion. I was not sure what was the most shocking part of this either, the fact that my wife was talking so openly with our daughter about our sex life, or that our daughter was apparently smearing my semen onto her own vagina. "Look mom, my fingers can get in really deep now." Summer leaned back and pushed the blankets away a bit more so her mother could see better. "Daddy's stuff really helps." "Good, baby, good," said my wife as she pressed two fingers up herself and then withdrew them, offering the collected cum to her daughter. "Put daddy's cum nice and deep inside you, then play with your clitty til you get off and go to sleep. You've got school tomorrow." "I know mom," Summer sighed like any kid her age would when reminded of school the next day, but she dutifully scooped the last glob of semen from her mother's hand and then disappeared it from my sight under the covers and presumably into her preteen pussy. "Sweet dreams, baby," my wife said, taking her foot down off the bed and letting her nightgown cover her once again as it was made to do. She leaned in and kissed Summer's forehead before licking the sperm off her fingers and turning to leave the room. My initial impulse was to turn and hurry back to our room before she caught me eavesdropping at the door, but even if I did that, there's no way I could act like I didn't know this was going on, so I stood my ground and prepared to confront my wife. She wasn't at all surprised when she saw me standing by our daughter's door, in fact she looked right into my eyes with the sultriest look on her face as she closed Summer's door. I opened my mouth, about to ask questions I never thought I would ask my wife when she put her finger to her lips, pointed at Summer's door and made a cupping motion to her ear. I looked at her quizzically, at which she rolled her eyes, stepped back from the door and beckoned to me to come nearer to it with a renewed emphasis that I should listen at it. I sighed at her little game of charades and did as she asked. For a few moments I heard nothing, then a faint gasp passed through the inch and a half wooden barrier, soon followed by a sigh and a moan. I realized what it was I was hearing, and moved closer to the door with my hand now cupped by my ear to help funnel the sound. I knew generally that kids masturbated when they hit puberty. I had, my younger brother had, and our little sister got a little too into it when she was about 13 and left little doubt as well that she had. Now I was learning that my daughter did it, and not just aided by her own bodily fluids, but by my own as well. I found myself getting caught up in it, imagining her fingers working her clit, her pussy lips sticky with a mix of her juices and mine... It dawned on me that I hadn't actually seen her naked for close to 4 years now. Did it still look the same? Was there any hair on it? My hand went to feel my cock, and as I felt the stiff shaft in my boxers, I realized what I was doing, and because of my own daughter too! Channeling my desires into something masquerading as righteous anger, I turned to give my newly revealed molester of a wife a piece of my mind, but found myself alone in the hall. I found her back in our bedroom, sitting casually at the foot of the bed waiting for me. "Just what in the hell was that?" seemed like the best thing to start by asking. "You caught me," she replied with a smile. "I really thought you'd catch on sooner than this." "I can't believe you'd do this...any of this...are you the same woman I married?" "Oh, Lew, don't be so dramatic," she scoffed. "Everything you saw in there was completely consentual." "Consentual?! She's 11 years old, Mary! Our own daughter! I can't believe you'd corrupt her like this!" "Corrupt her?" "Yeah, you know, with the playing with herself and the cum." The look she gave me made me wonder if I had completely missed something. "Nothing you saw in there was forced on her at all. How long do you think she's been masturbating anyhow?" "Huh? Like 5 minutes?" "No no, I mean overall. She's been doing that since she was 8." That took me aback. "Eight? Summer?" "You remember her catching us when she was 5, right? I took her back to her room, and told her that we were doing grown up things and she had to stay in bed. Well two years later she caught us again, but did a better job of hiding...from you at least. That's why I sat her down and told her about sex then. I caught her diddling herself about 6 months later, and we've been having private talks about it ever since." "And you never told me about it?" "Why should I have? It was an accident that I even caught her in the first place, and there was no need to invade her privacy any further by involving her father in this." "Ok," I sighed. "I'll accept that you're right about that, but what's with the semen sharing?" That put yet another lewd smile on her face. "Let's just say that she's not as respectful of privacy as you and I. Caught her watching us again last year, hand in her panties, frigging away. You blew your load in me, pulled out, and she got an eyeful as it poured out. I got up to clean up, and she was in the bathroom peeing. We had an...awkward chat and I let her touch it." "And that was all...? No encouraging her to rub it all over her pussy or telling her to put inside her vagina?" Mary laughed. "No, god, I'm not a pervert, Lew," she scoffed like it was ridiculous to suggest that she had any involvement in what I had just witnessed. "She did that entirely on her own. Even for a 10-year old, she saw a good lube for playing with herself when she got her hands on it. Besides, it was practically dripping out of me right in front of her, so of course she was gonna see how it felt for herself in her own slit." "Alright, alright, fine," I sighed. Her answers were annoyingly logical and forthcoming. This was all a case of a perfectly curious, and apparently horny, little girl exploring her sexuality through the opportunities that were presenting themselves to her, but that still didn't explain... "What's with all this stuff lately then? You calling me 'daddy,' and you having Summer going around in her underwear around me, and I thought you were trying some kind of new fertility thing, but instead you're giving it all to her for playing with herself." "We're all getting what we want, Lew. You get to fuck me hard and cum your brains out every night, Summer gets to safely take her first steps into womanhood, and if everything goes right, hopefully some day soon we'll all be at the hospital to welcome a new life into this world and into our family." I almost didn't give her answer a second thought. I almost just accepted it without hitting upon what it was she didn't make clear to me just then, but a mental review of how we got to this point, and what the driving force behind it all was. It felt like a ton of bricks hitting me when I realized it. "W-wait...all of this...you're not trying to..." I could see she was fighting the smile, but it spread on her face as she watched me putting the puzzle together in my head. "...you...you're sick...she's my daughter!" "No, she's our daughter. Half mine, half yours. We'll just be adding a little bit more of you to the mix for the next one is all." Her cool explanations and sly expressions were really starting to worry me now that my wife had gone over completely to some kind of incestuous dark side and she was going to drag me and Summer along with her as the primary sacrifices. "And be careful who you're calling sick, Lew," she charged, her eyes like daggers and her voice an almost too measured calm. "You're the one's who's cock throbs and spews seed when I call you 'daddy.' You're the one who came begging me for a quick fuck because your 11-year old daughter's perky little tits and ass got your cock up in the mornings. You're the one who just stood there at the door and watched her scoop the cum from her mother's cunt so she could rub it on her own and didn't do a thing to stop it. You're the one who put your ear to the door of her room and listened to her masturbating with your own semen on her hands and got turned on enough to grab your hard dick right there in the hall. You're the one who came in here, angry, upset, and rightfully so, but you've been doing nothing but agreeing with me when I explained myself. Do you really think I'm the sick one here, because before I even opened my mouth, you had one hell of a divorce lawyer's wet dream presented to you in there." My god, she was right. Right about all of it. I was turned on by this entire situation, and any justification for it that I could get, I was grabbing hold of with both hands and clinging to it, even when the price was the early end of Summer's childhood as a teen- no, quite possibly as a pre-teen mother if things happened quickly. I felt that old familiar ache in my crotch and recognized that I was fully erect. Mary saw it too, not that it was hard to hide it in my boxers. "Does that bump in your shorts mean what I think it does?" she asked me, her anxiety over if I'd go for this crazy plot finally cracking the rather brazen mask she had to put on to argue her case just now. There was hope and excitement in her eyes, and I could tell she was very nearly ready to cry if I didn't do what I did next. I reached down, pushing my boxers off my hips, and stepped out of the light garment that slid down to my feet. "Daddy's got more cum for your little pussy, honey." Then I fucked my wife. I was going to be a father again soon. ******** Two things woke me up the next morning. First was the annoying bleating of the alarm clock, and second was Mary's naked ass rubbing against my cock as she woke up as well. My usual morning groan carried a double meaning this time and as she slapped the alarm into silence, I snuggled against her back, reaching around to grope her breast and kiss her neck. She pressed back against me briefly before making a noise of disgust. "We made a spot, Lew," she said, referring to the fact that our impromptu 2nd session of sex was followed up by sleep instead of dribble control. "No sleeping in for us, I gotta get these sheets in the wash before going to work." "Mmm, ok, babe," I sighed and kissed the back of her neck again before rolling away from her (and the clammy spot in the bed my hip was resting in) and sitting up. Seconds later a pair of discarded boxer shorts hit my sleepy face and before I could say anything, my loving wife was already out of the room to wake our daughter. I swung to the side and pulled my underwear back on thinking about everything I'd seen and learned last night. So much of it just seemed unreal upon review. My child was going to some day have my child. I dragged myself out of bed, and headed to the bathroom. I took care of my morning business, and when I opened the door, who was waiting on the other side but the apple of my eye, tight little t- shirt and sheer camel-toe enhancing panties looking like they were painted onto her body. "Hi, daddy," she said sleepily. I stood to the side and she walked into the bathroom past me. For the last month I'd been trying not to look at my little girl's body in the morning, but now that I knew that she was doing this for my benefit, I took a moment and just drank the sight in. She walked over to the shower and pulled the curtain to the side so she could reach in and turn on the water. I watched her scratch at her belly and then stick a finger into the waistband of her panties and stretch it out. She looked down, most likely at the dried residue of my jizz that she'd spread there at the insistence of her scheming mother. She let the elastic snap back against her lower belly and then turned around only to be startled at my presence still in the little room. "Daddy!" she hollered, quite embarrassed. "Get out, I'm gonna take a shower!" A could only chuckle as I looked at her cute but angry expression, and then her perky little peaks one last time before walking out of the room. I swear I'd never understand women, they dress up just for you to leer at them, and then they flip out when you actually do it. One slammed bathroom door later, I was feeling a little frisky and went looking for the other female in the house with dried cum on her privates. She was in the bedroom and was pulling our fuck stained sheets off the bed. She was still in just her nightgown, and I was ready for a quickie. I fished my hard dick out of my fly and sidled up behind her and pressed myself against her. "Oh no you don't," she scolded me as soon as she felt my prick poking her from behind. "You've already popped one load in there. Save some for tonight when Summer needs it." "She needs it, huh? Is that what she tells you when you come in her room and show her your creamed cunt? She needs daddy's cum so she can rub her pussy?" Mary may have protested a little at first, but she didn't stop me as I lifted up her nightgown, she even cooperated and slid her feet apart and bent forward so I could get up her easier. The tip of my cock rubbed along her lips and she moaned. "Admit it," I continued, "you really like watching your daughter stuff her pussy with her own father's cum." She didn't answer me verbally, but the way she pushed her hips back at me told me that she wasn't just doing this for the baby. I slipped my cock into her, and she groaned as I filled her to the hilt. "Oh Jesus...Lew..." she gasped while I drew out my thrusts, letting her feel it inch by inch. "Summer loves your cum so much...you should see how wet her pussy gets on it's own..." Yeah, that was what I wanted to hear! Our child was a little hornball just like her parents. No wonder she went along with this pregnancy thing so easily. "What else does our little girl say to you, when you bring her a fresh hot load of her daddy's sperm? Does she ask you when it's going to make a baby in her tummy? Tell me how badly she wants to give us her daddy's baby." A change came over Mary when I asked her that question. She wasn't pushing back at me as hard as she had been, and what little of her face I could see had a strange expression on it, and not the kind of expression that you might think was brought on by sexytime. When she did turn her head to look at me, I think the only appropriate words that sprung to mind for me to describe the look were 'guilt' and 'shame.' It was enough to make me stop mid-thrust. "Uh...about that, Lew..." she said, averting her eyes from the questioning look in my own. "She, uh...she doesn't know." I didn't totally understand what she meant just then. 'She doesn't know'? Doesn't know what? Summer wasn't clueless about sex, she knew it made babies. She couldn't be unaware of the pregnancy risk she was undertaking, could she? Was Mary going to knock up our daughter with my sperm not only against my will initially, but against Summer's will as well? Oh shit. "It-it's not like I wasn't going to tell her, Lew." I pulled out of my wife. "I'll tell her when she starts having her period." I stuffed my wet dick back in my shorts. "Or, you know...after she catches...which ever happens first...Lew?" I pulled her nightgown down to cover her bare ass. "Call in to work, tell them you're staying home. Call the school, tell them Summer won't be there today. We're going to have a family meeting and talk about this. All of us. Today."