“I want to take care of you. You are more beautiful than your mother could ever hope to be. You’re the woman I love. You’re the lover I need. I’m devoted to you. You’re my angel , you mean so much to me.”
It hurt her to hear him talk that way about her mother. In the last few years she’d used them both as nothing but doormats, but her mother was still a person.
To hear him call her his angel… it made her feel so strange.
He pushed his softening cock inside her.
“We have to wait two minutes. Move your hips…”
He started to move her hips softly, swaying them back and forth. He was breeding her…
He leaned down and placed his face over her. Relentlessly he stared, first at her eyes, then at her breasts, and back again.
This kept up for the two minutes, and then he abruptly left. She had heard that men have a crisis of conscience after sex… that their mind clears and they sometimes regret what they’ve done. She could only hope that was the case.
After she was sure he’d gone, she cleaned herself up in the bathroom. She cursed herself for always using condoms and not getting on the pill, but it wouldn’t matter. She made her way downstairs, listening closely to ensure she avoided her father.
Grabbing her purse from the front table, she searched for her car keys. They were gone. She looked to the rack next to the front door for a set of keys to another car… they were all gone. The money from her wallet was gone as well, along with her credit cards. Her father was hiding them… had he completely lost his mind?
She grabbed her phone to try to text a friend… halfway typing out the text message before realizing her father had just cut off her service. He must have done it within the last half hour… she was beginning to feel trapped.
Because their sub-divison was so huge, it was at least a five mile walk to the nearest pharmacy. Even if she got started now, she’d be back after dark. It didn’t matter, she had to do it. She took three twenty dollar bills from a cookie jar where her mother kept some extra money and went out the back door.
She made it barely a mile before her father came up behind her in his white SUV. She felt mortified… should she run ? He rolled down the window and stopped next to her. With dread in her eyes, she looked to him.
“If you get in now, I won’t send the video.”
After hesitating, she got into the car. It felt like all the blood in her body was in her feet as they slowly drove home.
Later that night, he called her downstairs. He had prepared her favorite dinner. Over dinner they barely spoke. It was the first time he had cooked her dinner since she was a little girl. Under any other circumstance, she would have felt flattered.
The reckoning came when he lead her out to the living room. A fire was roaring in the fireplace, and he gave her three glasses of wine. When he began to disrobe her again, she became catatonic. It was happening again.
This session was even more incredible than the last. She couldn’t tell how long he pistoned his cock in and out of her, but it felt like hours. After he dropped his load into her again, he sat behind her on their oversized sofa and lightly cared her breast.
The talk was always the same, almost repetitive.
“You’re my true love. You’re my beautiful angel. Your mother is a failure, an ugly old woman. She could never make me feel good the way you do.”
As exhausted as she was, it began to work. She started to feel safe in his arms, and his words started to make her feel wanted. The final load came as they laid face-to-back on the couch, his cock slowly working in and out of her spent pussy as the light from the fire flickered across her outstretch body. He was gentle and aware of her… never hurting her, knowing her endurance. His words kept coming as he slowly worked her breasts with his strong hands. He came in her for a third time, quietly.
He held her for the two minutes, kissing her without restraint. She had given up her resistance and decided to let the feelings in. What else could she do? He was right. She didn’t want him to leave. He gave her what she felt she wanted.
Eventually they retired to bed. He allowed her to sleep in her own room. While she thought he was giving up on his creepy “chemical bonding” obsession by letting her sleep alone, she realized it was all part of his plan. and alone without him there. Naked, she pulled back the sheet and put her hand on her stomach. The idea that her father’s child was growing inside her filled her with a numb misery. But she still had time to get the morning-after pill … she could still escape…
The early morning rolled around, and she couldn’t take it. The thought that the barrier was crossed, and a man was in the other room, waiting to warm her as she slept, was too daunting. If he was going to imprison her in his sexual fantasy, she decided she should take to it… right? Wasn’t that the reasoning? It wasn’t because she had feelings for him…. that wasn’t possible. .
She entered his room, and laid down next to him. In mere minutes, wrapped in his arms, she fell asleep. She awoke in the night to him fucking her body yet again, slowly and gently. ”
Dad, don’t cum in me….”
He kept his methodical stroke. She was barely awake.
“Feelings…”
A wave of profound love for his gentle thrusts came over her.
“Children…. no babies….”
He came in her unprotected womb. Another two minutes passed as he swayed his cum into his daughter… this time with her nipple floundering around in his mouth.
The next day, she never left his side. Everywhere she went in the house, he followed. He took her body whenever he pleased… whether he snuck up behind her in the kitchen and cupped her breasts from behind, or pistoned his cock into her inside their jacuzzi tub. His phone was nowhere to be found, his car keys hidden.
“The water running off your tits…” he had said as they made love in the hottub, “I’m glad I did this before I died. ”
It occurred to her to run to a neighbors house and plead to borrow their phone or car, but then what? The video would be released, and there was no guarantee the pill would work after two full days, especially after so many loads of cum . She’d waited nearly too long… her egg was seeded with her father’s sperm and planting itself in her womb.
He had won.
—
Two days passed with constant sex. night. One morning she walked into his bedroom and found an unexpected item on the bed. Her father stood naked, ready for another session.
“I got out your baby book.”
By now, she was becoming accustomed to silently taking his orders.
“Come sit, let’s look at it.”
She opened it, and felt a sense of extreme guilt. At some point, during all the lustful sex, she’d forgotten that this was her father that was making her cum.
She laid face down over the book, reading through it’s contents. She was wearing a skirt, at her father’s request, and he took down her panties.
“Read from the tenth page…. you made that in kindergarten….”
The scene was becoming surreal…
“My name is Sarah. I like apples and the movies.”
Her father placed his cock at her entrance. He pushed himself inside her. Unlike before, there was little resistance. Her body had molded to his girth.
“Read the last part. At the end of the page.”
Sarah’s emotions were getting the better of her. What was before unthinkable had now become pure torture.
“When I get older I want to be a teacher and have a family. I want to have a husband and babies and be happy.”
Her father picked up his thrusts. She could feel his balls slapping against her ass.
“Read it. .. again. Don’t stop.”
Sarah couldn’t hold it back anymore. She started to softly cry.
“When I get older I want to be a teacher and have a family. I want to have a husband and babies and be happy.”
He picked up his pace, drilling her with abandon. Her tears were flowing now, falling gently on the old pages in the book, staining the words she had written as a child.
“Again.”
She read it again, and again, and again. Eventually, he came, deep inside her. With his cock buried, he reached forward and wiped away her tears. He leaned over her with his massive frame, flipped to the front of the book , and took out a lock of her hair from when she was first born.
“Dad, stop!” she pleaded. She felt his cum running out of her pussy, down her leg.
He tickled the end of her breast with the hair.
“I made this tit. This perfect tit.”
He continued to tickle her puffy nipples.
“I made it so it could feed my child. We made a baby. I made a baby in a perfect body.”
He placed his other hand on her womb, and pressed it tenderly. Sarah was mortified. This was beyond belief. She started to cry again as the full weight of the world fell upon her.
By the time the two minutes was up, the tickling against her breast had made her slightly aroused. Even through the tears, and the insanity.
Everything was so fucked up…
—
The following two weeks served to stamp out any sense of barriers she had with her new lover. She slept in his bed, and he came in her almost at will. She lost count of the loads he dropped in her, and she started to inexplicably care about his other needs.
How it came to be, she didn’t know. The part of her that hated him for his sadness seemed to melt away a little more after each orgasm. Every load of cum made her feel full inside, like she was loved. She took to kissing him with intent, losing herself in the carnal lust. She even initiated a few sessions, making his cock hard with her hand or her mouth, then putting it inside her without protest. She began to want the unlimited sex he was providing. It didn’t matter who he was anymore
She also cooked for him, held him, talked to him. She worried if he was sleepy or hungry. For fleeting moments she could step back and see how disgusting it all was… but then , she realized there was nowhere else to go , except deeper into the fantasy.
Then, one day, she woke up and her father was fully dressed.
“Your mom is coming home. Just act normal. She’s just grabbing a few things, and then she’ll be gone.”
When her mom arrived, she treated Sarah like dirt. To her, she was still the sick daughter that had fucked her brother and refused to apologize for it. Part of Sarah wanted to cry out to her for help, while the other part felt superior to her smug, dished old mother. She made her dad cum harder, longer, than her mother ever had. She was the better lover. He loved her more, and she felt it. Her body was young and ready for him, his mother couldn’t please him. In such a short time, the idea that such feelings were sick and wrong seemed outdated . This was how she felt, and she didn’t know how else to be.