A day or two into the stay, I once again found myself eating with Aldo, this time alone. It was an informal brunch, and we both seemed to be having a good time. Aldo asked me how our honeymoon was going so far, and I insisted on thanking him once again: “Really, zio, I must thank you for letting us stay here. It’s absolutely wonderful. Is there anything I can do to repay you?” I said, assuming there was realistically nothing he could ask for that I would be obligated to fulfill in the long run.
“Actually, my dear, I’m glad you asked that. I do have a small favor I wanted to ask of you, in return for letting you stay here,” he began.
I was surprised. Usually the Don didn’t ask for anything. I wanted to be sure I could help and stay out of trouble. “Yes, zio? What is it?”
“Well, Maria, as you know, I have no children of my own. That’s why I was delighted to have you come here and spend time with me, as I did care for you as a child. Because of this, I’d like to be able to see your child’s first ultrasound. How far along are you?” he asked, tenderly placing his hand over my womb.
I was almost too surprised to speak. “Ultrasound, zio?” What do you mean?
“Maria, you told me you were pregnant at our dinner the other night. I’d appreciate being able to see your child, even still in the womb, during your visit here. I can arrange to have the best doctors see to the simple procedure. Now, how many weeks ago did you conceive?”
“Oh,” I said, trying to appear nonchalant. The reality was that I was freaking out. I had totally forgotten that I told him I was pregnant. I didn’t expect it to come up again, and now I didn’t know what to say. “I’m only 2 or so weeks along” I blurted out, wondering what the hell was wrong with me for continuing to ensnare myself in the lie.
“Hmm,” Aldo said, thinking. “A heartbeat can usually be found about 2 months after conception, no? The problem is I’ll be gone for a few weeks around then. How about we do it about 2 and half months from now, about 3/4s of the way through your trip. Does that sound fine to you?” He phrased the request like a question, but did not actually seem to be asking for permission.
“Zio, won’t it be awkward though? And I don’t want to bother you; it’s really no big deal.” I said, trying to get out of the arrangement being made.
“Nonsense, Maria. I will be there for your first ultrasound. I look forward to seeing you and your husband’s unborn child. Now, I have some other matters to attend to, but I had a marvelous breakfast. Thank you, dolce.” He said, effectively ending the conversation.
With that, he left, leaving me to think about my predicament. “I’m fucked” were my initial thoughts, to be honest. He’d find out I was lying about being pregnant and probably start to get suspicious. He was hospitable but didn’t seem to be particularly understanding.
I walked back to the house and looked for my dad, wondering what he had to say about this all. I had absolutely no clue what to do, and I was worried. I found him napping in the sun on the beach, so I went to wake him.
“Daddy, we have a problem.” I said solemnly, as I shook him awake.
“Yes, princess?” he answered sleepily.
“Aldo thinks I’m pregnant and he wants to see the first ultrasound.” I said, matter of factly.
This woke him very suddenly. “What!?” he exclaimed, obviously confused.
I explained the entire situation of what had transpired and by the end was nothing but a mess. We brainstormed ideas, but could come up with nothing that didn’t risk us being hurt. It truly was a sticky situation. We were scheduled to have a dinner later in the evening, so we set aside the thoughts and ate once again with our host. The dinner went smoothly, no talk of the pregnancy, and we arrived back at the house just as the sky turned completely black.
As we walked into the door, my dad brought up the dilemma we had been facing. “I don’t know why you told him you were pregnant; you should have just had the drink!”
“That’s easy for you to say, Mr. Drink and grab a lot!” I exclaimed, half joking half serious.
“Well I don’t know what to do, baby. It’s not like you can fake an ultrasound, the only way it looks like you’re pregnant is if you’re actually pregnant.” As he said the words, the only solution possible came to my head. It was drastic, but it needed to be done.
“I know what we have to do, daddy.” I started, sitting down next to him on the bed.
“Yes, baby? Did you come up with something?” he asked, hoping I had somehow solved it.
“Sort of, but you’re not gonna like it. Daddy, you have to get me pregnant.” The words shocked even myself. It was the only way out of the predicament, and the only way to guarantee we’d be safe.
“WHAT???” my father yelled, obviously surprised at what I said. “Get you pregnant? You’re my daughter. I can’t do that!”
“Well, Daddy, we have no choice. If he finds out I’m lying about being pregnant he will know something is up. I can’t do it with anyone else, because that would blow our marriage. Plus, I don’t want to be pregnant with the child of some random person!”
“Kylah, you can’t have a baby with your own father! How would we even do that? What would we do with the child?”
“Listen, daddy. Desperate times call for desperate measures. You’d just have to cum in my pussy and get me pregnant. When we get back to the US I can get an abortion. This is the only thing that keeps us safe, daddy!” I exclaimed.
Slowly realizing this might be the only solution, my dad spoke up once again: “What am I gonna do, have sex with you? You’re my daughter, it’s wrong.” He objected one last time.
“Well, you’ll just have to get close to… y’know… and then right before you finish, you release inside me. It’s the only way.”
My father sat in silence for a few minutes, thinking about what I said. Finally, he broke the silence: “Okay, princess. That seems like the only thing we can do. As long as you’re sure about it, I’ll do it.”
“Okay, daddy. I don’t like it either, but it’s the only solution. I love you.” I told him, hugging him close.
“Okay, sweetie. So how and when are we gonna do this?”
“We have to start tonight.”
“What? Tonight?” he said anxiously.
“Yes, I told him I was already two or three weeks pregnant, remember? We have to do it as soon as possible. I’m going to go in the other room and get changed so we’re ready for this. Start “preparing” yourself.”
“Oh lord…” he said as I turned to go to the bathroom and change. I took off my clothes and bra and panties, standing completely nude in the mirror. I admired my body, lightly rubbing my perky tits and looking at my pink, cleanly shaven pussy. I wondered briefly what it would look like if I really did get pregnant. I wasn’t looking forward to it. “I guess it’s better than being dead,” I told myself. I threw on a long shirt and exited the bathroom, meeting my dad in just the long, thin T shirt that barely covered below my ass.
As I stepped out, I was greeted with the sight of my father turned away from me, making a moving motion with one of his arms. He was masturbating, preparing for what was to happen. I instantly got wet at the thought of my father masturbating in the same room as me. I was still extremely horny, after all.
“Baby,” my father spoke, “it’s not working. I can’t get comfortable in this weird situation. I can’t even get close to the edge. I don’t know what to do.”
I thought for a moment. “There’s only one thing to do, I guess. Let me help you.” I said, walking around to his side of the bed.
“What?” my father exclaimed. “What are you doing?” He covered his manhood with a nearby pillow, blocking it before it came into view.
“Daddy, you’re about to cum in my pussy. There’s no need to cover up. Let me help you so we can get this over with.”
“Fine” he said, defeated.
I knelt down in front of my father and removed the pillow, for some reason eager to see what was under it. I gasped as my father’s semi-hard cock came into view. It was enormous. It looked like it could split me in half. I instinctively licked my lips, momentarily picturing myself being impaled on this monster.
“Holy shit.” I said, audibly.
“What, baby?” my father said, obviously uncomfortable.
“Oh, nothing. It’s just this is definitely the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.” It felt weird saying that in front of my father, about his cock, but it just came out. “Welp, I guess we should get this started.”
“What are you going to do?” my father began to ask. I interrupted him half way, wrapping my lips around the head of his enormous cock, tonguing the tip.
“Oh shit,” he groaned,” What are you doing, baby?”
I worked my full, red lips up and down the length of his shaft a few times before releasing it and answering him. “I’m getting you ready. I’ll get you close to cumming and then pull up my shirt and have you cum in my pussy. I already took off my panties and am ready to go. I’m not wearing anything else under this nightie.” I said, getting aroused at the words and the situation.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” my father gasped as I moved my lips up and down his enormous cock. I was quite honestly enjoying myself at this time. It was so wrong for a daughter to be sucking her father’s own cock, but his dick was so fucking big it made me tremble with excitement. I loved the taste of a nice cock in my mouth, and I loved giving blow jobs.
I continued bobbing my head up and down the length of my father’s shaft, using my tongue to pleasure him and lick the top along the way. The parts of his shaft that I couldn’t reach with my lips I pleasured with my hands. I cradled his gigantic balls in one hand while pumping his shaft with the other. My lips slid up and down my father’s cock as he continued to moan and groan, getting me wetter in the process.
Suddenly, I felt my father tense. I felt his testicles retract and before I knew what was happening or could react, I realized why I had felt that. As I slid my lips down the length of his member one last time, I felt a torrent of his cum shoot into my throat.
“Oh fuck, baby!” my father yelled at last as he started to cum. What seemed like gallons of cum shot right down my throught, filling my entire mouth with his potent seed. I attempted to swallow the load, but what seemed like an endless supply kept spewing from his monstrous cockhead. I felt it start to stop as my mouth filled completely with my father’s cum, eventually becoming too much to hold. He shot out his last few ropes of cum into my mouth, causing the excess to drip down my chin. As surprised as I was, I couldn’t help but notice how much I loved the taste of his cum. I’d always liked swallowing, but my father’s cum felt especially satisfying.
Getting over what had just happened, I realized the consequences. I finished swallowing my father’s gigantic load and spoke up as he lay back on the bed.