Chapter 4
I didn’t expect that she would, of course. I knew my mother. She had suddenly found a way to get something that she wanted more than anything else in the world, and she wasn’t going to just let that go. But even with that knowledge, there was no way that I could predict what she would do next.
If it hadn’t been obvious what her plan was on Friday when she said she had to go to my grandmother’s for the weekend on short notice, it was plain as day what she was doing when she texted Dad and me on Sunday that she would need to stay there for the week. All-to-fortunately she had brought her laptop with her so she would be able to work remotely. She knew that Rich hated going to Grandma’s house almost as much as I did when she left so there would be no chance either of us would want to tag along. I had my suspicions all weekend, but this sealed it. Her subtlety existed somewhere on a spectrum between car alarms and fog horns.
“Well, looks like it’ll just be us for the week, Hon,” Daddy said.
He had gotten the text just after me. We were sitting on the couch watching old movies. It was a tradition from my teenage years that we had promptly reinstated when I moved back in. Before my conversation with Mom, it was also the time that I had planned to slowly seduce him. She was always out running errands on Sunday morning, so I had known that it would give me plenty of time alone with him.
Since that conversation, though, I had become paralyzed with doubt.
Perhaps it was that everything was so much less of an “if” now. I wasn’t entirely sure, but the conversation I had with Mom left me with the feeling that she wanted me knocked up by Daddy. She seemed even more eager about it than I was. For the few days before she left, she had been much more public in her displays of affection for him. It was almost like she wanted me to see what she did to drive him crazy. On several occasions, I had even seen a hard ridge in Daddy’s pants. Each time I did, I had to excuse myself so that I could go imagine impaling myself on him while I slid my fingers in and out of my dripping hole. It was obvious what I wanted, and what Mom wanted, so why was I so unsure of what I should do next?
“Anything you were planning on doing today?” His words shook me out of my thoughts.
“I don’t know, Daddy,” I said. My voice had come out more sultry than I had intended, placing extra emphasis on the last word. “You?” “I should go get groceries, I guess,” he said.
“Nah, we can just do take out this week.”
“You’re bad,” he said.
“Guess you’ll just have to punish me, Daddy.”
My stomach dropped as the words fell out of my mouth. I had just flirted with my own father! I couldn’t believe it. More surprisingly were the words he said next.
“Don’t go thinking you’re too old for it,” he said with a grin.
“And don’t you go thinking I would dislike it as much as I once did,”
I said.
I turned to look at him, matter-of-factly, just in time to watch his jaw drop. The feeling of discomfort was quickly being replaced with satisfaction and arousal. Fortunately, the movie would be over soon. When it was, I had every intention of retreating to my room to satisfy the growing ache I was feeling between my legs.
“You are so much like your mother, it is terrifying,” he said. “What do you mean?” I asked.
“You have her feistiness.” he began. Hopefully, you didn’t get her penchant for other things as well. If so, men everywhere should be terrified.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I don’t know that I should talk about that with you,” he answered. “You’re mother is just a cruel woman.”
“Oh, Daddy,” I begged. “You can’t just leave me hanging like that.
Tell me.”
He considered it for a minute before speaking again.
“This stays between you and me,” he said. “Your mom asks me about it I am going to disavow any knowledge.”
“Secret’s safe with me, Pops,” I said.
“She’s wicked,” he started. “She spent most of the week winding me up and promising me I would have lots of time for fun over the weekend.
Then she went and disappeared.”
That confirmed it. Mom had spent all week teasing Daddy and getting him all worked up just to leave for the weekend. She was doing everything in her power to get him to impregnate me. She was good.
Chapter 5
“Oh! I’m sorry Daddy!” I said. I wasn’t. All doubts were gone from my head. I knew what I wanted, and even my mother was onboard to have me filled up by Daddy.
“Yeah, well,” he started. “Just disregard it if I am a little cranky the next few days.”
Don’t worry Daddy, I thought to myself.You’ll be just fine.
“Well, I need a shower,” I said. I stood up and crossed the room directly in front of Daddy, giving him a wicked grin as I did. “Care to join me?” I asked.
All he could do was stare at me in stunned silence as I left the room.
I scurried off to the bathroom, feeling warmth growing between my legs. Everything had changed now and Daddy was fair game as far as I was concerned. I always got what I wanted from him, and this would be no different. I thought about how good it would feel to have him fill my insides with his seed, and a shiver went down my spine as I contemplated how the next few months would go. I had wanted the feel of a baby growing inside of me for some time, but I never would have imagined who would be fathering it. The warm and steamy bath did nothing to shake me from the reverie of my thoughts, and soon I was fantasizing about how Daddy would continue to come to my room while I carried his child and use me for his own pleasure.
It wouldn’t be about giving Mommy a baby anymore to him at that point. It would just be about filling his sweet little girl with his cock. My entire body shuddered as I began cleaning my swollen womanhood. Every touch threatened to send me over the edge, but I restrained myself from giving in to my urges. I wasn’t going to let myself cum again until it was at Daddy’s hands. I needed the want to be so pressing that I knew that I wouldn’t back down from doing this. With each second that passed, the voice of my conscience telling me to stop what I was doing became quieter and quieter. The last thing that I needed was the post- orgasmic clarity that made me think about just how wrong what I was doing was.
It was only when I turned off the faucet and climbed out of the shower that I realized my mistake. In my hasty retreat to the bathroom, I had forgotten a change of clothing. I could, of course, have thrown on my clothes from before to make the trip down the hall from the bathroom to my bedroom and change. What would have been the fun in that though? Instead, I wrapped the towel around my body, making sure that I brought it up as high as I could on my body. I wanted to put on a show for Daddy. Not satisfied that the towel fell high enough on my thighs, I rolled it over itself at the top.
My intentions would have been clear as day to anybody looking at me with a clear mind. It was quite evident that I was trying to just barely cover myself from the waist down. With any luck, though, Daddy would be much more focused on the only barely covered portion of my body down below. Turning around, I looked over my shoulder at the mirror in the bathroom and bent over slightly. The towel slid up my bottom and revealed everything, which was precisely what I had hoped for.
“Daddy,” I called, as I stepped out of the bathroom. “Yeah, Hon,” he said from the living room.
My heart was pounding so hard that the sound of my own pulse echoed in my ears. I made a quick stop in my bedroom to discard my old clothes and went back out to the living room where he was still sitting.
“Would you mind going to the mall with me sometime this week?” I asked. “I have some shopping I need to do, and normally Mom tags along.”
His eyes hadn’t left my creamy exposed thighs from the moment I stepped into his sight. I leaned against the wall, crossing one leg behind the other and allowing the side of my thigh to become even more exposed as the slit where the towel met separated. From across the room, I could see a rise beginning in the crotch of his pants. Poor Daddy. He needed release just as much as I did.
“Of course, Hon,” he said. I could almost feel his eyes on my skin now, and it was amazing. “I’ll help with anything you want.”
“Really?” I said. I couldn’t pry my eyes away from the ridge of his pants. “I can get anything I want?” I swore I saw his manhood twitch.
