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."