Emma can't believe it worked. She matched with her dad. Granted, she had set up the profile with the explicit intent to do so. She'd stolen some pics from the internet of some slut showing off her curvy body for attention – perfect for getting any man's attention. The bio is some basic bimbo bullshit about wanting an older man. Then all she had to do was limit the search range to her dad's age and swipe left till she found her target.
hey handsome ;D
Hi
only hi??
Got to start somewhere.
Emma already feels like she's run into a brick wall. Her dad is totally not good at this. Perhaps she doesn't need to worry about him seeing women.
alright
And what would you like to do?
i don't know. something fun
Do you know what I'd like to do?
no. tell me
Do you really want to know?
yes!!!
I'd like to pull your top down, bend you over in an alley, and then pound you so hard your face ends up pressed against the wall as your tits sway beneath you.
Emma is stunned. To think her dad would go in so hard and dirty so fast. She doesn't know what to respond. If she should respond. Is this going too far? Nah. Too far would be actually setting him up for some actual fucking. This is just a dumb, harmless prank.
that sounds so hot
tell me more
I want to fuck your pretty little mouth. Slam my cock down your tight little throat. Then push your lips down to the roots of my cock as I blow a big, fat load of cum straight into your stomach.
you really got that big cock?
Only one way for you to find out.
This is probably going too far. Though she can't help but feel so curious if her dad can back up his claims.
come on. show me!!!
I don't send "dick pics".
i show you mine and you me yours
You first.
Emma goes to the profile of that slut she stole the pics from. Skimpy clothing. Skimpy clothing. Why doesn't the slut have any nudes? Perhaps she could take a pic of herself. She did have a body very similar to the slut. But sending nudes to her own dad. That is going too far, right? Then why does she feel so hot and excited about the prospect? Must be because this is a naughty prank and she is going to be in so much trouble if he finds out! If. It's fine as long as he doesn't find out.
Emma strips down and lies down on her bed. Some generic white sheets for background so it doesn't give her away and no face. There. A nice nude to send. And sent.
She regrets almost immediately. Not that she can take it back now.
Half a minute later she gets a pic of her dad's cock on his hand. She knows how big he and his hands are. The cock is huge. Then as Emma stares at it another pic arrives: this one of him holding his erect cock. It's downright massive. How can it be so big? How did he manage to hide it? It wouldn't even fit in her mouth. It's too big. At least not without scraping it with her teeth. Probably. She'd have to jerk the rest of the cock with both hands and… Why is she even thinking this type of filthy stuff? Why is her mouth watering? Why is she feeling even more excited? This has to stop. But she can't give up the prank now. She's already sent him a nude. A little sexting would be harmless in comparison.
Think you can take it?
maybe
She can't take it. Or maybe she can. He would stretch her pussy something fierce if he managed to get it in. If he managed to get it in.
Want to try?
This is getting too much too fast. She can't set him up for a date that is never going to show up. That will blow her cover. She needs to stall.
i need to go. talk tomorrow?
Alright. See you.
Emma looks at the time. Dinner soon. She goes down to prepare it. This is something she does every day. It should be normal. But this time it feels very different. She's standing there in the kitchen, wearing only a t-shirt and panties along with an apron, cooking food for her dad suddenly gives the sense of being a depraved housewife. It would be very easy for him to come in and grope her ass or tits. Or fuck her from behind.
Why is she thinking such fucked up thoughts? This is all a dumb prank. She's catfishing her dad in order to keep from him meeting other women. By having him think he's chatting up a young woman. Close to her age. That looks kinda like her. And she sent him a nude. That he might be jerking off to right now.
Too far. This has gone too far. Yet the prank has only really begun and it would be such a waste to abandon it now. Especially after all the work to get the match. Besides, it's fun. This whole ordeal has her belly full with butterflies. It wouldn't hurt to keep going as long as no one gets hurt or finds out, right?
"How's it going?" her dad says as he comes into the kitchen.
"Dad! I…" Emma exclaims and swiftly turns her head to his crotch, half expecting him to come in with his cock out and fully erect, ready to give her a good pounding. But he is only wearing his dark grey sweatpants that he likes to wear at home. Still, now that she actually knows what he is hiding, she notices the long, fat bulge going down the left leg of his pants. He can't be wearing any underwear.
"Sorry. Didn't think I'd sneak up on you like that," he says.
"It's fine." Emma turns her eyes back to the cooking. The image of the bulge in his pants and the pic of his cock on her phone however linger in her mind.
"Alright." He then goes to sit down and wait patiently for dinner.
Emma meanwhile struggles to keep it together. Good thing this is a meal she's done hundred times before. Thoughts on Daddy's cock keeps stealing her attention. So fat. So long. Would she ever be able to take another cock if it fucked her pussy?
She finishes cooking and serves the dinner. Still her thoughts struggle to maintain any decency. This is wrong. They're related. Why does that only make her more hot and bothered?
They eat in silence. Emma hopes she doesn't look tense. She can't take any questions right now. Luckily her dad doesn't seem to notice that anything is off. Or if he does, he hides it very well.
After dinner Emma runs up to her room and takes out her phone. She has to see it again. It can't possibly be that big. Yet there it is, the long and fat shaft resting in his hand. There's no mistake. So what? It's just a big cock. She's seen plenty of men with big cocks just like that on the internet. But this cock is in the same house as her. So close. Also, it made her.
The image of her dad slamming his fat meat into her mom's pussy before plunging in balls deep and dumping a fat load into her mom's womb flashed through her mind. It filled her with both a sense of revulsion and bizarre curiosity.
Mom liked to fuck dad. And half of Emma comes from her mom. So it would be natural for that half to also want to fuck dad.
This is stupid. Though it would explain her fucked up thoughts.
Emma needs to clear her mind. She goes to the web and starts watching some basic hardcore porn while masturbating. No incest. Just silly stuff like a housewife fucking the pizza delivery boy and a man fucking the babysitter. Then in one video the woman down on her knees and the man takes out his cock right in front of her face and she exclaims "Oh Daddy!" Emma orgasms right on the spot. Without having realized it, she has gone in on a step-daughter video. That's what she gets for not reading the video title properly.
Why must she be like this? Why can't she be normal?
Exhausted and ashamed, Emma puts away the phone and goes to sleep.
———x———
You there?
yes
and id love to take your cock. feel it slam all the way into my little young pussy
Emma couldn't believe it. She is sexting her own fucking dad. She shouldn't. But the alternative is that she gives up this prank as she can't let him actually meet this girl he wants. Also, it is kinda exciting. Her heart pounds in her chest and her body is getting all warm. And it's just a prank. Yesterday's thoughts did not happen.
Want to know a secret?
sure
I got hyperspermia. I need to drain my balls at least five times a day. And each time it's enough to fill a bowl.
This is getting too far. Now he's speaking to her cum fetish. With so much cum a day she'd be able to shift her entire diet to one of cum and probably have enough left over to make herself a white, sticky face mask. But how come she's never known about this? The bastard must be lying.
There's no immediate reply. Was he lying?
Then another pic arrives, this one of his balls: big, hairy and low hanging. How the fuck does he walk around with them? Emma slides a hand down between her legs. She shouldn't. These are the balls she came from. This is wrong. This is incest. But these balls had also given her life. To also have his cum nourish her… It should be wrong, yet she can't shake the feeling that it is natural; of course the cum that had given her life should also nourish and sustain her.
show me the bowl of cum
Only if you give me something in return.
Emma bites her lip and then lies down on her bed and snaps a quick video of her playing with her fat tits. It's fine. She'd already sent a nude to him. This isn't anything worse really.
There's no response for a whole minute. Emma switches to browse the web and decides to research hyperspermia a bit more. The Wikipedia article is all boring and sciency. It takes a moment to get through the terms and for her brain to translate them into something more understandable.
Symptoms: Enlarged cock and balls. Pain in the balls if not drained regularly.
Effects on sex: One load of cum is more than enough to fill a baby oven. If overfilled, the cum is so strong it can force a pregnancy. The smell and taste can be addictive for women. Rumored to be sometimes more so for daughters of the cock.
Fuck. Is she really developing an incest kink? Her body is on fire and she's close to an orgasm of her own. All while thinking on her dad blowing a fat load into her. Seems like it. She wants to deny it, but can't really anymore.
The app pings. This time it's a video: He's jerking his cock over a bowl on the kitchen table. A couple of seconds later the tip erupts in a white jet of cum shooting into the bowl. After only a few spurts the bottom of the bowl is covered in cum, but the flow doesn't stop. More and more just flows forth in a rhythmic pulse. It looks so thick.
Her mouth waters even more now. Why can't she stop picturing her mouth in place of the bowl? She can't even look away. All she wants is to be beneath that cock, tongue pressing against the underside of the cockhead, and feel all the warm cream flow into her mouth and down her throat. To be Daddy's little cumdump. She shouldn't. But she can't deny the craving.
omg!!!
I hope you like it. Got to clean it up before my daughter comes down.
no
!!!
dont
Why?
you know what turns me on?
incest
give it to your daughter
You're a sick bitch.
She blew it. The whole prank. Everything. A pit forms in her stomach and she wants to just delete this stupid app and forget about everything.
I wish you were my daughter.
All her doubts and worry vanish almost instantly to instead be replaced with a warm, fuzzy feeling. This is too good to be true.
really? :D
Yes.
you ever jerked off to your daughter?
You ever masturbated to your dad?
Should she say yes? She kinda is right now. She kinda didn't yesterday. Why is she thinking this girl he's texting with is her? She can just make up an answer.
i have
many times ;)
i dreamt of him blowing a fat load like yours into my mouth
i want to taste the cum i came from
Go on.
Fuck! She's so close to cumming. Fuck it. She has an incest kink. Better to just admit it and indulge in it than deny herself this pleasure.
i want you daddy
i want you to blow a fat load into my pussy
fill my baby oven
impregnate me with my own little sister
The orgasm washes over with a sensation that she hasn't felt in months or maybe ever. It leaves her breathless for a second and then heavily panting. This is definitely too far. And she wants to go further.
Impregnated with her own sister. Why did that speak to her on such a primal level? Must be the incest kink. Obviously. Better to stop asking such dumb questions and instead focus on more important matters. Such as getting all that lovely cum.
Damn you're a dirty little slut.
hmm ;)
What do you suggest?
how old is your daughter?
im sure if you tell her that bowl of cum is a special yogurt shell believe you
girls her age dont know what cum tastes like
bet she dosnt know what cum is
Incest really turns you on.
it does. now call her while the cum is warm
"Emma?" her dad then shouts from the kitchen, only a few seconds after he message was marked as sent. "Want to try this new yoghurt that I bought?"
"Sure, dad!" Emma shouts back, doing her best to hide her excitement before hiding her phone under her pillow. She almost forgets getting dressed again before heading out. She just throws on some panties and a t-shirt. Not the most sexy though.
Once she comes down she spots the bowl of cum placed by the seat she usually sits at. Her dad stands at the other side and is wiping the table. Probably cleaning up some cum stain or pretending to be busy.
Emma sits down without a word, takes up the spoon and digs in. The cum is thick and slimy and several strands of it follow the spoon as she brings the first mouthful in past her lips. The taste alone is enough to almost make her cum. Salty, masculine, yet a little sweet. She savors it for a short moment before swallowing, feeling the warm, thick, incestuous cum slide down and into her stomach. No going back now. She had swallowed her dad's cum. She is now a real incest slut.
The next few spoonfuls were also savored. But she can't hold back. Soon enough she's gorging down the precious "yoghurt". It's not long before the bowl is empty and her stomach full. That really was a whole meal. And the best meal in a long while.
To think he cums five times a day? Fucking hell.
Her dad sits opposite of her, just watching her with a blank expression. Bet he probably has the biggest boner right now. Too bad she can't help him with it. Not yet anyway.
"Did you like it?" he asks.
"Yeah. It was super tasty," she replies before getting up from the chair. "Thanks, dad. And can I get this yoghurt for breakfast from now on?"
"Sure. I'll try to have it ready when you wake up."
"Thanks."
Emma rushes back up to her room and takes out her phone. Can't let Daddy start texting and get no response at the same time she is out of her room.
The phone pings just as she takes it out from under the pillow.
I can't believe it worked.
She ate the whole bowl. No questions asked.
And she wants me to feed it to her for breakfast from now on.
thats so hot!!!
i told you the girl wouldnt know what cum is
I wish I could cum straight into her mouth.
i bet she wants you to
she just ate a whole bowl of incest cum
shes into it
she just doesnt know it yet
Maybe I should seek comfort in your mouth instead.
id love to eat a bowl of your cum too
but id love it even more if i could do it beside your daughter
imagine
my lips on your cock
your daughters on your balls
worshiping the wellspring that gave her life
the little slut already ate your cum and liked it
and wants more
i bet it wont be hard to make her suck your cock
And what do you suggest?
walk around more in only underwear
leave the door open when showering
give her opportunities to see your cock
see how she reacts
if she stares at your cock that means she wants it
Alright.
———x———
Emma can't believe how lucky she is. The guys at school would only cum a couple of spoons at most and it was never as thick and creamy. Now she is eating a whole bowl of creamy, protein-rich cum for breakfast every day. The fact that it's her dad's cum only makes it better – the seed that gave her life also nourishing her just feels so right. And if it feels so right, it can't be bad, right?
The only thing missing was that she can't get it fresh from the tap. While there is a certain charm to eating it out of a bowl with a spoon like any other food, it isn't as warm as cum freshly milked from a cock. She is also sure his fresh cum is creamier.
Problem is that her dad hasn't been so keen on shoving his cock into her mouth as he had been her alias. Understandable though. One is a slut that keeps sending him vids and pics of her tits, ass and pussy, and the other his shy daughter.
Though that is slowly changing. Daddy has been steadily being showing off a lot more as of late and she makes sure to cast long glances at him and especially his crotch, where there now often is a bulge actively pressing out against his pants.
If he only knew the girl he is chatting with is actually his daughter… He'd probably barge into her room and fuck her right as soon as he finds out. That makes it so tempting to just send him a teasing vid where she reveals her face and begs him to come fuck her with that massive cock of his. But she also wants to see how long she can drag out this prank.
any progress?
She still doesn't know she's eating a literal bowl of incest cum for breakfast.
what about getting that cock into her mouth?
Working on it.
how?
I'm planning to watch some porn and jerk off with the door ajar.
incest porn?
Not yet.
then at least pick a video with a girl that looks like her
is she home?
Yes.
are you doing it?
Soon.
Emma wants to text a screaming message for him to just do it. Why is he playing coy all of a sudden? Is he having cold feet? He better not.
hurry
i want some hot incest news to rub myself to
Fine.
A smile creeps onto her lips. She has to force herself to not immediately sneak out and go to his home office to see if he's jerking that massive cock out in the open. Gotta let him set things up first.
A moment passes and nothing happens. She sneaks up to her own door and presses her ear against it. Muted moaning of a woman can be heard from outside.
With butterflies in her belly and a racing heart she slowly and carefully opens the door and sneaks out. She doesn't even bother putting on any clothes. The door to his home office is indeed slightly open and the sound is coming from inside. As she peeks inside she can see his screen. A man is indeed fucking a young woman quite similar to her in looks. Her dad sits in his chair, slouching, turned slightly away from her. His cock is pointing straight up; long, fat, veiny and even twitching a little. He half-heartedly jerks it off. The foreskin slides up and down over the lower part of the cockhead.
Emma reaches down and starts rubbing herself. Her eyes drift back and forth between the cock and the porn on his screen. That woman is getting fucked really hard. She screams like a whore as her hair is pulled and ass smacked by the man's crotch. That could be Emma if she revealed herself. But not now. Later.
When she's close to orgasming herself, she quietly scurried back to her room. She won't be able to keep quiet. And as the orgasm overtakes her, she indeed lets out a low whimper that almost came out as a loud and slutty moan.
She looked at the phone. Nothing. Did he notice her? Should she go back and do it all again?
hows it going?
A minute passes without a reply.
please
A video arrives. But as it starts to play it's not the cock or cum she was expecting – it's video of her peeking in through the door. The underside of his chair covers half the view and one can only see half her face and a naked shoulder. Still quite obvious she's rubbing herself with how the shoulder moves.
Caught… That bastard! The prank is over. But the prospect of what will happen next also fills her with tingling excitement. Should she wait?
A couple of minutes pass and nothing happens.
what will you do?
Not sure yet.
she must really lust after the cock that made her
Yeah. I guess she wants to know how her mother had it.
for sure
its only natural for a girl to lust for a man she knows can take care of her and breed her good
Really?
yes!
its only natural for a girl to want her dads cock
she knows the cock can make babies because it made her
she knows her dad can take of her because hes done so all her life
You're really fucked up.
you love it, dont you?
Perhaps.
dont play coy with me
i know you want to bust a fat load inside me
Fuck! Stupid slip. How screwed is she? Can she still salvage this prank? Or is she going to get a nice, fat, hard Daddy dick?
Don't you mean my daughter?
that too
;P
There's no response. Does he suspect? She waits a minute before her need to know gets the better of her.
what are you doing?
Jerking.
you wasting cum?
I told you: I need to cum at least five times a day.
And I can only feed my girl one of those loads.
Unless you want one.
cant you fill a box with cum and store it in the fridge or something?
i mean what if she looks into the fridge for that yogurt and she doesnt find it
Unsure.
I don't know how it holds up after more than a few minutes.
you should try
Will need to wait though. I don't have any yogurt packs.
better go buy some soon then
if your daughter loves the cum so much she wants it for breakfast every day
it wont be long till she looks in the fridge for it for a snack
No reply comes. There's no movement in the house either. Seems like she will have to take matters in her own hands.
She puts on her panties and a t-shirt and walks out of the room. Her heart races. What if he sees her now? How will react after having seen her peeking?
The door to his home office is still slightly open and the sound of people fucking still emanates from inside. She sneaks a quick peek. He's still jerking his cock, only now he does it with much more vigor and ferocity. Slightly afraid to get caught, she hurries on with quiet steps.
She goes to the kitchen and opens up the fridge before shouting: "Dad! Where's the yoghurt?"
No answer.
"Dad?" she shouts again.
Still nothing.
She slams the fridge shut and walks back to her room. The door to his office is now closed. She kinda wants to open up and peek inside, but decides against it. She's already been caught once. Twice might really put the nail in the coffin of this prank. But she also kinda wants it to end. She wants him to ram his cock into her mouth and pump a nice, fat, yummy load of incest cum down her throat.
Not long after she closes the door to her room, her dad calls out: "Going to the store! You need anything?"
Emma almost screams out "Cum!" before stopping herself. "Yoghurt!"
"Alright!"
She listens in to him walking downstairs and then walks through the front door and locks it. Her phone pings.
You were oddly right about the yoghurt.
of course i was ;D
girls love cum
and your loads are out of this world
of course she wants to eat your cum every day
she knows it belongs in her
deep down
You suggesting I go back and shove my cock in her mouth?
perhaps ;)
When he doesn't answer nor comes back home, she can't help but to wonder if he's walking around the store with blue balls. Maybe he did drain the nuts before going out? But he didn't leave the office.
Her mouth begins to water once more and her stomach even grumbles at the prospect. After a moment of hesitation she sneaks out of her room and heads straight to his office. Luckily the door is unlocked. She opens up and peeks inside.
There's his desk, bookshelves, his computer, the armchair, a paper basket. Maybe it's hidden somewhere?
She walks inside. Almost as soon as she enters the middle of the room her nose picks up the faint scent of his cum. Looking around once more she spot a conspicuous bucket hidden in the corner between the wall and the bookcase. It's filled about halfway up with cum. She kneels down over the bucket and sniffs the air. The strong scent fills up her nostrils and urges her to go lower. A little taste surely wouldn't hurt.
She reaches down a finger and dips it into the thick, sticky cream. A thick string follows as she pulls up. A bit over the bucket it snaps, leaving a thick droplet hanging from the tip of her finger. She opens her mouth and stick out her tongue. Soon as she tastes the yummy cream she shoves the entire finger into her mouth to suck on. She tries to savor the taste, but she can't stop herself from swallowing it and feeling it slide down her throat and into her stomach where it belongs.
A light shiver of delight washes over her. The sensation of eating the source of her life and having it nourish and sustain her is almost impossible to describe. The closest word she can use is: divine.
A little more won't hurt. As long as she doesn't take so much he'll notice that she's been in here it'll be fine.
She dips her finger a second time. This time she manages to savor the precious seed a little bit longer before swallowing. A third dip won't hurt. Nor a fourth. A fifth. Sixth. Seventh.
Emma grabs the bucket and lifts it up to her mouth. It's just a sip. But as the cum rolls down towards her, she realizes she's made a mistake right before the thick cream not only flows into her mouth, but also splashes over her face.
She manages to put the bucket down before spilling everything. But now her entire face is glazed with cum and it's dripping down onto her t-shirt and thighs. Fuck! That's what she gets for being greedy.
First things first: She swallows the cum in her mouth. And as it the mouthful of cum slides down into her stomach, another shiver rushes through her body. She needs more. This cum belongs in her. It made her. It's part of her.
She stops herself before she tries to blindly fumble for the bucket. She can't take more. Not now. But she so dearly wants more. Even her own fucking nipples are standing up and poking against her t-shirt as if they too want a taste of the cum. Perhaps…
The sticky cum feels so sweet as it covers her face. She takes off her t-shirt and throws it aside, exposing her fat tits to the open air, before taking a bit of cum from her face and rubbing it onto her breasts. Her mouth opens up and her breathing quickens. A low moan escapes her as she twists her nipples with cum covered fingers.
More. Just a little bit more won't hurt.
She wipes cum from her eyes so she can see the bucket again. This time she dips both hands, fully submerging them in the sticky, thick, wonderful cream. She doesn't even wait for the cum to stop dripping before smacking her hands onto her tits and rubbing the sweet cream into her skin like it's some kind of lewd lotion.
A hand slowly slides down her stomach and into her panties. It'll be fine. It's a safe day and it's just surface level rubbing. But that doesn't stop her from fantasizing about her dad pumping a thick load of cum into her womb, filling it to the brim and knocking her up with her own sister-daughter, as she rubs her clit.
"Daddy…" she moans, wishing he were there with her, fucking her like a dad should do with his little girl. "Fuck me Daddy… Fuck me… Cum in me… Cum in me… Fill your little daughter with your cum. Fill me. Breed me. Make me a Mommy of my own little sister… Daddy… Daddy…"
Her mouth lets out a scream as she orgasm.
Once she recovers from her lewd little escapade, she looks down to see a bit more cum is now missing from the bucket than she had intended. Might still be fine. There is still quite a bit of cum filling it up. He probably won't look that close.
Though the cum stains outside the bucket, both on it and on the floor are a bigger issue. She takes her t-shirt and uses it as a dishrag and wipes them up. That should be good enough. Now she only needs to clean herself up before dad comes home.
She gets up and walks out of the room and to the bathroom for a shower. Yet her mind stays behind by the bucket. Such a shame to leave all that cum to be wasted.
———x———
Want to hear something nasty?
always
My daughter knows it's my cum she's been eating.
How did he figure it out?
how did she figure it out?
Dumped a load into a bucket I got in my room. Side was sticky when I got home.
Caught. For real this time. Should she reveal herself?
what are you gonna do?
Balls are getting heavy with another load.
gonna fills the bucket again?
No.
Her heart begins to race and her belly starts stirring with the liveliest butterflies. If she's not careful, she might float up into the clouds.
fill her? :D
I think she's ready.
Fuck it!
She starts recording a video of her playing with her tits. Only this time she then moves the camera up to reveal her face. "Hi Daddy!" she says with a shy smile. "Want to cum in my mouth?" She parts her lips and sticks out her tongue and ends the vid there.
Send. Now all she can do is wait.
A minute passes. Her phone pings. It's a pic of his fully erect cock, with a thick drop of pre-cum sitting at the tip. Her mouth begins to water. She must taste it.
Come to my bedroom.
She can't believe. She's going to get it; to feel his huge cock, eat his fresh cum, maybe even get a good, hard pounding. It's so much she can't do anything but lie there and stare the words and the pic.
Now.
She drops the phone and scurries out her room with the biggest smile ever. Rushing naked to her dad's bedroom. How fucking naughty. Maybe soon it will also be her bedroom. The thought becoming her dad's housewife – spending every morning sucking his cock for breakfast, getting fucked in the evening, and walking around with a big pregnant belly holding her own sister-daughter – is enough to make her feel like she's walking on clouds.
The door to his room stands wide open. At first she tiptoes along the wall to slowly peek inside. There he sits, on the edge of his bed, legs wide apart and his massive cock and balls hanging over the side. He is looking straight at her.
"Emma. Get in here," he says in that strict tone he always uses when she's done something wrong.
That tone of voice fills her with sudden reluctance. She feels bad all of a sudden and wants to turn around and go back to her room to sulk. A childish reaction. He isn't going to send her to her room without dinner or phone. Quite the opposite.
Pushing past that childish instinct, Emma slowly walks into the room. The excitement comes back and slowly washes away any bad feelings. She stops a few feet away from him. For several seconds she stands there with her hands behind her back and gently turn her upper body left to right and back again, like she used to do as a child waiting expectantly for a present. She doesn't even realize it's making her breasts sway until a few seconds into doing it. Not that she's gonna stop doing. The way his cock twitches must mean he likes it. She likes it too. Playing the cute and innocent little princess daughter. The idea is so wonderfully perverted.
"Get down on your knees," he then says and points at the floor between his legs.
Her heart just skips a beat. A wide smile slowly forms on her lips. She feels like a child on Christmas morning waking up and realizing what day it is, rushing down and seeing a big, hard present for her under the tree.
Despite barely being able to contain herself (she's so wet a tiny river runs down her inner thigh), Emma slowly walks up and gets down on her knees between his legs. Once on the floor she looks up at the majestic cock towering in front of her. It looks much bigger this up close and from this angle. She bites her lips as she stares at it in awe.
Bulging veins snake along the shaft like branches. A masculine scent dominates her nostrils. The huge, hairy, low hanging balls resting against the side of the mattress, heavy with thick, warm, tasty cum.
Her dad then slaps the hard, thick, shaft down onto her face. The whole rod radiates a lustful, yet pleasant and comforting heat, and it throbs with such life and eagerness.
She can't help but gently rub her face against the underside to bask in the cock's warmth. And take a deep breath to fill her mind with his scent; lustful, masculine, and something she can't quite place. It must be the scent of incest. It filled her with a sensation of familiarity yet forbidden, that this is something she shouldn't do.
Without even thinking she sticks out her tongue and licks the underside. It's almost as yummy as his cum. She kisses it. First time she has ever really kissed a cock. Yet with Daddy's cock it feels right. This is the cock that gave her life. If she had been any religious, she might have even seen his cock and balls her god – a depraved god of fertility and life. It had blessed her with life, both at conception and with the cum she had been eating. And perhaps it would bless her with life again by filling her womb with that wonderful, incestuous seed and finally give her that little sister she has always wanted. A mother to her own sister; their relationship would be something truly special.
Daddy lifts up his cock and smacks it down on her face again and chuckles. When he tries to do it again, she grabs his cock with both hands and holds it back so she can continue to snuggle and kiss and lick the majestic, life-giving rod.
It takes both her hands to envelop the girth of the shaft. There's no way she will be able to fit this entire thing down her mouth. Determined to try though she starts moving her kisses and licks up the underside and towards the tip. A thick drop of pre-cum is waiting for her there. She eagerly and hungrily licks it up and swallow it before planting a long and passionate kiss on the tip as thanks. His entire cock twitches in response and a low gasp escapes him.
Emma opens her mouth, stick out her tongue and tries to slide the cock in between her lips. She can't even get the entire head snuggled into her mouth before her teeth start grating on it and Daddy lets out a slight displeased groan. She tries a couple more time before he puts a hand on her head and pushes her back from his cock.
"Sorry, dad," she says and pouts.
"Just work the head with your mouth and the shaft with your hands," he says as he gently pets her. "That's what your mother used to do."
"Okay, Daddy," she says with a nod.
While her hands holding and jerking his shaft, her lips and tongue showering the head with love. This method feels much more successful. She still occasionally opens her mouth wide to take as much of his cock as she can into her mouth and swirl her tongue around the tip. Might not be a proper blowjob, but she is damn well going to make sure it is one.
"If you keep going like that, I might cum soon," he says slightly jokingly.
"Then cum." She speaks effectively into his cock, unwilling to really remove her lips from its lovely warmth and taste. "Cum in my mouth. I know you want to."
The cock starts throbbing even more lively. It won't be long now till he pumps a fat, yummy load into her mouth. Eager to taste it, Emma doubles her efforts. Her hands jerk the shaft with increased vigor and speed, and her mouth sucks and licks and kisses the head with a passion she up till now hadn't thought possible.
"Hungry for some fresh incest cum?" he says with a slightly strained voice.
"Hmm," is all she can mumble as she focuses everything she has on milking his cock.
"Prepare yourself."
Emma seals her lips tightly around the tip and lets her tongue do most of the work while her hands jerk the shaft so hard the foreskin even slides up and touch her lips. She can feel him tensing up. The cock is throbbing at the edge. She only needs to push him over it.
She thought she was prepared, but when the cum shoots forth, hitting her in the back of her mouth with such force, it's like she has put a garden hose into her mouth. The first jet is enough to give her a mouthful. Fresh, warm, and so incredibly tasty. It's enough to put herself at the verge of an orgasm herself. She savors the taste for a second before the next couple of spurts fill her mouth so much she has no choice but to swallow. And as the wonderful cream slides down her throat and into her stomach, she too cums.
Fresh cum. Fresh incest cum. The seed that had given her life. It has no right to be this incredibly yummy. Yet it is. And she can't get enough of it. Luckily Daddy's cock keeps pumping forth more and more for her to taste and swallow.
Cumdump. The term is so degrading, but she can't think of herself as anything else right now. Her body is a vessel for his cum. His lovely, life-giving seed belongs in her, where it can nourish the life it had created. Anything else would be a waste.
When her stomach is full she opens her mouth and tilts back her head. Her tongue remains pressed against the underside of the tip where it can act as a bridge for the flow of white cream from his cock into her mouth. The pulsating flow keeps going. But as her mouth fills up to the brim, she doesn't swallow. Instead she lets it overflow. Warm, sticky cum starts rolling down her cheeks before it drips down onto her breasts and thighs.
She lets go of the shaft – letting the cock rest on her tongue – so she can grab her breasts and starts smearing the drops of cum all over her skin like a lewd lotion. Rubbing it on her erect nipples has her edging again.
This incestuous cream is intoxicating. So what if it may be addictive? It feels so good. The warmth. The scent. The taste. The thick, slimy texture as it runs over her tongue and skin. The fact that it is from her own step-father's balls and is the seed that had given her life. All of it make the cum something special. Something she has to have. It is a part of her. It belongs in her. On her.
As the flow eventually subsides, Emma closes her mouth – making even more cum flow out and down her cheeks – and swallows. Another batch of cum sliding down into her already full stomach, together with more cum dripping onto her tits and rubbing it into her nipples, has her orgasm once more. She shivers and grins a dumb smile as a little more cum flows forth from the cock and paints her lips white. Despite being so very full, she licks her lips for more cum to taste and swallow.
"Thanks, Daddy," she says with a dreamy voice and face as she looks up at him. He looks more handsome and sexy now than ever before. Must be the cum addiction fucking with her mind. Though does it matter? It just makes it all even better. "Thank you for cumming in my mouth." She plants an intimate kiss on the tip and sucks out a few more yummy drops of incest cum to swallow. Her stomach protests against having to contain such a huge amount. But she is too drunk on lust and cum to care. "Thank you for giving me all this yummy… yummy… incest cum."
———x———
Emma does not care that her sheets will get all sticky. It has to be here. It has to be on the bed she grew up on that she will lose her virginity to the cock that made her – to the dad that raised her. It feels only natural that the man that had read her bedtime stories, tucked her in, and given her goodnight kisses for as long as she can remember is the one to complete her transformation into a woman.
Her skin is still covered in a thin layer of incestuous cum. Her legs are spread wide as she lies on her back. Her dad stands above her at the edge of the bed. The thick shaft of his massive cock hangs above her stomach, with the tip resting on her just above the navel. His huge balls brush up against her ass and thighs, so heavy with cum.
"Daddy…" she says, suddenly unsure if this is a good idea. It's so big. Can she take it? It might hurt.
"It's alright, girl. I'll take it slow." He pulls back his hips and crouches down so he can put the tip of his great cock up against her little slit. At first he only rubs the cock up and down along her lower lips, teasing her.
Her breathing picks up. Her pussy was already wet, but now it's leaking all over his cockhead. So close. She wants it inside her. She wants to be wrapped around the fat cock that pumped the cum into her mother and made her.
He starts to push. Her pussy doesn't let him in. He's too big. For a second, disappointment strikes. Then he pushes harder and her pussy starts to painfully open up to let him inside.
She whimpers a little. "Keep going, Daddy," she mewls before he can react. So far it doesn't hurt that much.
There's still half a second of hesitation from him where he stops before pushing deeper. Slowly, bit by bit, her pussy is stretched wide apart around his cock. There's pain, but also a strange and pleasurable sensation she has never felt before. Best she can describe it is akin to the feeling when a cramp suddenly gives up from stretching mixed with the pleasure of rubbing her fingers deep in her pussy.
When the cock hits her cervix she lets out a small gasp. But there's still so much cock left outside. "Don't stop Daddy."
He gives her a slightly inquisitive look before he grasps her hips and slowly pushes into her even harder. The pain increases. But in the background is that delightful stretching sensation.
She bites her lower lip hard to distract from the pain. Her breathing grows heavier. A bulge appears on her stomach below the navel. She can take it. She feels it. She knows it.
When his crotch and heavy balls finally push up against her ass, she lets out a mixture between a moan and a gasp. She did it! She took her dad's entire cock into her! On the first try even!
"Fuck…" he groans above her. "You really inherited your mom's stretchiness."
"Hmm," she replies, not really listening to his words. All her attention is on his cock filling her up.
So much of her insides have been pushed aside to make room for his cock – the cock that fucked her mom just like this and pumped mom full with cum and made her. And now she has grown up only to return to his cock and wrap herself around it.
She feels strangely at home. It's like she was made for this. Daddy made her for this. His cock and cum made her for her to be filled by him. What is a child but an extension of her parents? And she as a daughter was made to be an extension of dad, wrapped around his cock, draining his massive balls and storing his yummy cum inside her.
Emma puts her hand on the bulge. It's so weird. It's his cock, warm and hard and throbbing, but it's also her between her hand and him. Is this what being a condom feels like? She squeezes it a little and suddenly the entire cock twitches inside her, giving her a strange shiver of pleasure and a little pain.
"Ready, girl?" he says in a soft tone.
Emma shakes her head. "Not yet. Let's just… Let's just stay like this for a little while."
Her hand keeps massaging the head of his cock through herself. The pain slowly fades, but the weirdness of feeling like a condom stays. Occasionally he twitches at her touch. Almost no pain. Only the pleasurable stretching sensation remains in full.
Her other hand grasps the bulge further down and she starts massaging as much of the cock as she can. Then she slowly starts to writhe around the massive shaft. The fat rod stirs around her insides. It hurts a little, but she keeps doing it. Bit by bit she makes her body get used to being so stuffed by his cock.
All the while she looks at the bulge on her stomach and how it goes up and down as his cock pushes around inside her with her moves. It's strangely mesmerizing.
After a long while, the pain is effectively gone. Only the lovely warmth, throbbing and pleasure remain as strong as – or even stronger than – when the cock first entered her. She stops moving and bites her lip again. Her eyes go up to meet Daddy's. He's watching her with patience. She nods.
He slowly pulls back his hips. Her insides go back to their usual place and her pussy closes in his cock's wake. After having been so full of it though she can't help but feel strangely empty without him inside. Once he's almost out he stops. There's a silent second of anticipation. Then he pushes back in, still slowly, but faster than the first time.
Emma lets out a long gasp as the pleasurable stretching feeling comes back. When the bulge appears on her stomach again she massages it with her hands to feel him twitch inside her.
"Maybe I should just keep my cock inside till you can make me cum," he says with a chuckle and holds his massive shaft balls deep inside her.
"That'd be silly. But kinda funny," she says and starts rubbing his cock more fervently.
The thought of just being filled by his cock while she massages it till he cums is a strangely enticing one. Maybe not something they'd always do. Probably not this time as well. But to just be wrapped around his cock and work him till he cums feels so lovely. No pulling back. Just being full of cock. Warm. Throbbing. To be attached to Daddy for she does not know how long till he fills her up with creamy incest cum – cum that belongs in her.
"Fuck me, dad. Fuck your little girl. Fuck me like you did mom when you made me."
He lets out a small amused chuckle. "We'll see."
Slowly he pulls back his cock again. This time there's no pause and he pushes back in a little faster. Her insides still protest a little, but so far it's far from difficult. The next thrust is even faster. As is the next.
Emma bites her lower lip. Her breathing gets more intense. Luckily Daddy doesn't stop or slow down. Though she knows it wouldn't take much more than a misplaced whimper and this sensation would grind to a disappointing halt.
Once he's built of a steady rhythm, the speed stops increasing. She wants to go faster. But her pussy and everything else his massive cock pushes apart is already at the brink of becoming a little too painful.
She wants to say something. But she fears he'll stop if she says it in the wrong way. Instead she slowly opens her mouth to breathe. Her hands lie on her stomach and feel how the hard bulge from his cock grows and disappears. After a while one hand moves down to her clit. This is so much better than rubbing alone. Her other hand moves up to play with her tit and rub her nipple.
"Can we cum together, Daddy?" she says once she starts feeling herself getting closer.
"I'm not close yet, girl," he says.
"Fuck me faster then."
"Or you start talking dirty."
"What?" She for the first time since he slid his cock into her really looks up into his eyes.
He smiles. "Does my little daughter want to get filled by a thick load of incest cream?"
Suddenly his cock get a little livelier inside her. It takes a second. Then it clicks and she realizes she can pleasure him in more ways than simply rubbing his cock.
"Fuck… Daddy…" She gives him a sly smile. "Yes… I want a big, fat filling of you tasty incest cream. I want you to fill my pussy to the brim with your cum. Fuck your little daughter. Fuck me with that massive bitch breaker. Fuck me with the cock that made me. Fuck me with the cock you fucked my mom with and pumped her full with the cum that made me."
His cock throbs ever more. She lets go of her tit to move the hand down to rub the bulge whenever it appears on her stomach.
"Wanna cum inside me, Daddy? Wanna cum inside your baby girl and fill her with a fat load of incest cum? Wanna make a baby girl inside your baby girl?"
"Fuck… Emma…" he groans and starts tensing up. "You're even dirtier than your mom."
"Well I was made from your filthy cum." She can't help but to giggle.
"And what a nasty little cumslut you grew up to be. And now you're wrapped around your Daddy's fat cock."
"Like a good daughter should be. Now come on, Daddy. Drain your balls in me. Dump your cum in my womb. I was made for this. I was made by your cock for your cock. I was made by your cum for your cum. Come on, Daddy… I can feel it… I can feel how your cum wants to join the flesh it created. Breed me, Daddy! Breed your little teenage daughter!"
Daddy breathes heavily. His cock throbs like crazy inside of her. He pushes in balls deep, yet for a couple seconds nothing happens. Emma furiously rubs the tip of his cock with both her hands.
When the cum hits her, it's like nothing she has ever experienced before. It's like a hose had been stuffed deep into her pussy and it shoots forth the thickest and warmest goo possible straight into her womb. Her womb is filled to the brim on the initial release. Yet more flows into her.
His cock pulsates almost like a beating heart as more and more cum is pumped through it. With his cock plugging up her pussy, there's nowhere for the cum to leak out. Her womb is forced to take the entirety of his load.
Once again she feels the stretching, slight pain mixed with that strange pleasure. The bulge beneath her hands grows bigger and softer. She watches it in disbelief. How can her body be so fucking stretchy? It just keeps growing. And it fills her with a lovely warmth.
When the flow of cum finally wanes, the cum bloated womb has grown to make her look several months pregnant. Her belly is like a balloon filled with creamy goo. It makes it kinda fun to poke it to see how her skin bulges inward and feel how the cum presses against the sides of her womb in response.
"Fuck… Daddy… There's so much!" she says with a giggle and lightly smacks her stomach to see how a ripple dances across it.
"Shall I pull out?"
"No! Just stay inside me. I feel so at home like this."
"Home on Daddy's cock?" he says with a smile.
"Hmm." Emma nods.
"With Daddy's cum filling your womb?"
"Hmm." She nods again.
"And how long do you want to stay with Daddy wearing you like a cocksleeve?"
"I don't know. As long as I can."
"Arlight." He reaches down and wraps his arms around her back. "But I'm not gonna have you be all sticky then."
Emma in turn wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips while also resting her head against his chest. Her bloated stomach is squished against his, making her womb feel even more stretched. It feels oddly good. When he starts walking and every step causes the cum inside her to slosh around and his still pretty hard cock to gently slide in and out of her. In turn she clamps down on his cock and turns the bouncing into a subtle grind.
By the time they reach the shower, his cock has grown fully hard inside her again and is throbbing with eagerness at another round. Though he pretends with his face that it's no big deal.
"Come on Daddy," she says and starts bouncing upon his cock even more. "I want another load. A big, fat, creamy load of incest cum. Straight into my unprotected little womb."
"You're gonna end up knocked up like that."
"I know. And wouldn't it be so hot if I got knocked up with my own little sister?"
His face remain neutral, with only a hint of surprise in his eyes, but his cock twitches with excitement. His hips even shifts ever so slightly to push his cock in at a better angle. His eyes turn away as he turns on the water. It starts out cold, eliciting a shiver from both of them, before turning into a soft warmth that together with their already built up heat made the shower hot like an oven.
For a long moment, Emma has to do all the work of grinding his cock. Then his hands move down to grasp her ass, giving the round cheeks a firm squeeze. To think she used to see his hands as oafish. Now she loves them; big, strong, and able to hold her in place in such a comfortable and step-fatherly yet hard and dominating way.
He lifts her with seemingly no effort, pulling her halfway up the shaft before letting gravity pull her down till her ass slaps onto his crotch. The pain of being stretched is all gone. With it, a distraction she hadn't even been aware of disappears. Now she can really feel how his cock hits all the right spots – spots inside her she didn't even think she had.
"Daddy…"
"Really want to be a pregnant little schoolgirl?" he says with a mischievous tone and smile. No hints of any qualms about knocking her up.
"No… I want to be a pregnant housewife. I want to fill the empty spot left by mom."
Daddy doesn't say anything. But his pounding of her becomes noticeably more intense. He even lifts her up so far his cock stops kissing her cervix so tightly and sticky cum starts leaking down the shaft.
Leaking. She can't leak. She shouldn't leak. That cum belongs in her. It shouldn't run down into the drain with the water.
Emma clamps down on his cock as hard as she can while also pulling down whenever he pulls her up, resulting in her going down all the way onto his cock like a released spring when he moves her down. The impact of his cock ramming into her gets even harsher. But it also makes his cock throb even more.
They keep going so long that Daddy has to turn down the temperature of the water to keep them from overheating. Yet the heat of their bodies fucking is like a core that won't cool down. Nothing will stop them. Even if her entire class were to look in to see her fucking her own dad, Emma wouldn't even let the sex slow down.
"Cum in me, Daddy. Cum in your little daughter. Fill my unprotected womb with your thick incest cum. Breed me like you did Mommy. Make me a Mommy of my own little sister. Make me your little incest daughter housewife."
His hands tighten around her ass. He's getting close. She can feel it. But so is she.
"Daddy… Daddy… Daddy…" she keeps moaning her body is slammed down onto his great cock. When the orgasm finally overtakes her, coherent words stops coming out of her mouth. Instead she starts making mewling noises that only almost sound like words.
As the first orgasm wanes, another is already building up. She doesn't try to resist. She lets wave after wave of orgasm roll over her till she is barely able to cling to Daddy as he fucks her. Even though she can no longer pull herself down on his cock, he does a good job of slamming her body down on his thick, long, hard, hot shaft.
When he rams his cock in deep and don't pull back, she can only briefly think to herself, "Wait… Why we're stopping?" before he starts shooting another thick load of incest cum straight into her womb. It takes a few pumps before another orgasm overtakes her.
So much cum. So full. So full…
———x———
When Emma gets down to the dinner table for her breakfast, dad is sitting on his place, eating his usual big and fat breakfast. Though her bowl of cum was nowhere to be seen.
"Dad, where's my breakfast?"
A mischievous smile forms on his lips and he points down at the table.
It takes a second for her drowsy mind to put two and two together, but soon a smile forms on her lips as well. Without hesitation she moves a chair aside and crawls in under the table.
Daddy has no pants on. His massive cock and balls hang over the edge of the chair between his legs. They look so heavy – especially the balls. The cock twitches a little already and starts rising. Soon a drop of pre-cum leaks out. It's not even pure pre-cum as the thick glob has a white hue.
Emma gets in position on her knees between his legs and grabs the fat cock with both hands. So warm and it's pulsating with life. Its smell fills her nostrils, which in turn fills her mind with incest and cum. Her mouth waters already.
She brings the tip up to her mouth and licks up and swallows the little appetizer. Yummy. Then she gives the tip a kiss. The cock twitches in turn. Unable to contain herself, Emma starts making out with the cockhead while her hands jerk the shaft. Too bad she can't suck the cock properly, but that doesn't stop her from pushing the tip as far into her mouth for a little sucking – just so she can at least call this a blowjob.
It doesn't take long before Daddy groans a little and his cock throbs like crazy. She braces herself. When the cock erupts the first jet of cum hits the back of her mouth so hard it triggers her gag reflex. Good thing she braced. The first shot of cum doesn't even get time to settle on her tongue before more thick, warm, tasty cum flows forth to fill her mouth. It's so much and thick she struggles to swallow it.
As the slimy substance slides down her throat, a shiver akin to an orgasm – but not quite – washes over her. She greedily gulps down each drop of cum as it's pumped into her mouth.
Fresh, incestuous cum. Directly from Daddy's fat, tasty cock. So delicious. So thick and creamy. So good.
Even as her normal hunger is sated, she keeps swallowing. She can't let it go to waste. Still, it's so fucking much and the flow does not seem to fade.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp…
When the flow finally lets up, Emma lets the last mouthful linger in her mouth. She cannot bring herself to swallow it. Her stomach is too full. But she will not spit. So the last mouthful of cum is kept sealed behind her lips. She even plays with it a little, stirring her tongue around to really feel the texture of the slimy, thick cream and its wonderfully yummy taste.
"Gahg… Ish sho mush…" she struggles to say while not spilling a drop.
"What, girl?" he says.
"Ou ame sho mush."
"Sorry. You'll have to swallow," he says in an amused tone.
Eventually she manages to swallow it. Her stomach aches and complains at having to contain such an amount, and her mouth hangs open as she pants to catch her breath. The yummy taste lingers on her tongue.
"You came so much, dad," she says.
"Yeah. My balls tend to be rather full after a night's sleep."
She squeezes the shaft near the base with both hands and pulls up to the tip. Another thick, white glob slowly comes out. Without even thinking she licks it up, plays around a little with it on her tongue before planting a long, passionate kiss on the tip.
"Hmm," she mumbles and tilts her head to get a better look at his balls; so big and hairy. She lifts up the cock and rests the shaft atop her head as she shuffles in closer to the wellspring of her creation – and tasty cum she can't get enough of.
The hairs tickle her face as she leans in. She cups each ball with her hands – they're still quite heavy. Without even really thinking, she leans in and places a kiss on his left nut. She did it! She kissed the place she came from! And the fucking hairs on his balls tickle her lips so much.
"Dad? You need to shave down here," she whines.
"Well… I don't really know how. It's really hard to move a razor down there."
"Hmm. What if I shave you down here?"
"We'll see. But you got school to think of now."
"Yeah," she says and gives the side of his fat shaft a long kiss so she can bask in its warmth just a little bit longer. "Seeya later, Daddy!"
School somehow feels more boring and pointless than before. Her mind keeps wandering back to dad's crotch. His warm, hard, huge cock. His thick, tasty cum. Why sit in school learning algebra when she could be at home, underneath his desk and making sure his balls won't ache? Instead of listening to her boring teacher telling her to pay attention, she'd get to hear Daddy groan with delight at her tongue and lips.
During break she sneaks off into a bathroom and takes a pic of her open mouth with her tongue sticking out all welcoming to a fat cock to come into her warm and wet embrace. She sends it to Daddy along with a text.
guess what would look good in my mouth?
It takes a moment before he responds.
Thick, hot, creamy, incestuous cum straight from Daddy's fat cock.
Filling that pretty, little teenage mouth to the brim.
fuck
daddy
8====D (^o^ )
want me to skip school and come home?
No. You stay. I'll blow a fat load in you when you get home.
okay daddy ;)
Though she can't help but feel slightly dejected for having to stay in school. Wonder how well Daddy is managing his condition without her there to help him? Probably jerking off as a normal, only now fantasizing even more about daddy/daughter incest. But it would be fun if he struggles at least a little without her.
The school lunch is even blander than before. It's barely warm. The sauce is thin and weak. What she wouldn't give for a big bowl of creamy incest cum, fresh from Daddy's balls. Or at least a handful of cum to spice up this current meal.
In the afternoon break she goes to the bathroom again and strips off her top and bra to take a picture of her naked, fat tits for Daddy.
could use some lotion
A whole minute goes by without a response.
daddy?
Another two minutes pass.
dont you wanna cum on my tits?
theyre so fat and shapely cause they came from such dirty cum
Five more minutes come and go with nothing happening. So she gives up, puts her clothes back on, and returns to her normal school activities.
As soon as she gets home, she throws off her backpack and screams, "Daddy?"
"Yeah?" he replies from the living room. He doesn't sound that well.
Emma rushes in to see him sitting on the couch. No clothes. His cock is erect and hanging over a bucket between his legs and a small stream of thick cum continuously leaks from the tip into it.
Without a second thought or hesitation, she rushes in, down onto her knees and grabs his cock to bring the leaky tip into her mouth. Finally. Daddy's cum. She plays around with the cum on her tongue before swallowing. So good. And more keeps coming. Albeit too slowly.
Like during breakfast she starts jerking, licking, kissing, and sucking the massive cock. It quickly grows even bigger and harder between her hands and lips. It radiates that pleasant heat and throbs with excitement. All clear signs of love and lust. And she wants to reciprocate it. Daddy deserves all the incestuous pleasure she can give him. His fat cock deserves to be worshiped by the daughter he had created. And she deserves to be filled with all the tasty, warm, thick, creamy, life giving cum weighing down his huge balls as a reward for being such a good daughter.
Cum keeps flowing out of his cock. She hungrily laps it up and lets it linger in her mouth as she sucks and licks Daddy's great cock. It makes the blowjob that much tastier and gives her a nice appetizer for what is to come.
"Cum for me, Daddy," she says as best she can with cum in her mouth and cock between her lips. "Cum in me, Daddy. Please. Fill my little mouth with your cum. I want it. I need it. Cum in your little daughter. Fill me with your thick… tasty… incest… cum." She swallows the cum and pulls back after giving the tip a big, wet, passionate kiss.
Daddy sits still on the couch, only looking down on her with eyes filled with a strange mixture of lust, pleasure, and great discomfort. His hands tensely grip the seat on his sides. He must really need to cum. She can't help but feel a pang of guilt for having left him all day without her to help him with his hyperspermia.
"Don't worry, Daddy," she says in the most girlish voice she can make while looking up at him with her biggest puppy eyes. All the while her hands keep jerking off his fat shaft. It's hard work with how big it is. "I'm here. You can cum now."
She places the tip against her cheek to feel it throb. He's getting close. He groans a little, but doesn't cum.
"You want to cum in me, don't you? You want to cum in your cute, teenage daughter's little mouth, right?"
She takes the tip back into her mouth and swirl her tongue around. A second later the small stream of cum from the tip is replaced by a sudden jet. It takes her by surprise and triggers her gag reflexes. Though she's determined and suppresses a cough and presses down her lips, ensuring that not a single drop of the precious fluid escapes.
How she's waited. This cum belongs in her. So creamy. So yummy.
A wonderful warmth spreads throughout her body and her mind feels like it's sinking into a pleasant hot bath after having wandered through a cold storm. She might very well be addicted. Though is that a bad thing?
Even after her stomach is filled so much she can't take more without the risk of vomiting, the white cream keeps flowing seemingly without end. Too bad she's still dressed. Otherwise she'd had given herself a cummy shower. Instead she takes the cock and directs down into the bucket.
The cum flows out of his cock like a particularly thick yoghurt. Both hands hold the shaft and slowly and firmly pump it like she's some kind of farm girl milking a cow. The bucket certainly helps the image.
When the flow finally stops, the bucket is filled almost to the brim. So much cum. Emma can't help but lick her lips and wanting to dunk her head into the white goo, despite her stomach complaining about being too full.
"Thank you, girl," he says, clearly relieved from getting to cum.
"Couldn't cum without me, Daddy?" she says and plants a loving kiss on the fat cock, also licking up the last little drop of cum to taste and swallow.
"Hmm," he only mumbles as he gives her a small nod.
"Guess I should take responsibility for having made you reliant on me to take care of your condition. I think I'll drop out of school. Stay at home. And you can use me whenever you need to cum. What do you think?"
He looks down her with faint reluctance. Though there is a deep lust – even need – in his eyes. After a few seconds of silence, he grabs the base of his cock and starts to playfully smack the half wilted shaft against her cheek. "My balls are still heavy."
Emma giggles and reaches out to cup her hands under them. Heavy indeed. To think this bucket was just the start. His cum must be packed so fucking densely in those balls.
"We're gonna need another bucket," she says and gives the cock a long and passionate kiss.
———x———
Chapter: Breakfast Duties
Emma wakes up to the familiar ache in her bloated belly, the kind that comes from a night spent as Daddy's personal cum repository. Her womb still feels stretched, sloshing faintly with the remnants of last night's loads—thick, creamy reminders of how thoroughly he'd claimed her. She stretches lazily on her bed, sheets crusted with dried cum stains, and glances at the clock. 7:15 AM. School starts in less than an hour, but the thought of dragging herself there feels absurd now. Why bother with fractions and history when her real education is waiting downstairs, throbbing between Daddy's legs?
Her phone buzzes on the nightstand. A text from him: Bucket's ready. Don't spill.
A grin splits her face. She doesn't even bother with clothes—why hide what belongs to him? Slipping out of bed, she pads barefoot down the stairs, her heavy tits swaying with each step, nipples already hard from the cool morning air and the anticipation humming in her veins. The scent hits her first as she enters the kitchen: that musky, salty tang of fresh hyperspermia cum, so potent it makes her mouth water and her pussy clench.
Daddy's at the table, same as always, sipping coffee in his sweatpants, the outline of his massive morning wood straining the fabric. But the real prize is on the table: two large mixing bowls, each brimming with thick, white cum. Steam rises faintly from the surface—still warm, straight from the tap. One bowl's surface is glossy and unbroken; the other has a spoon stuck in it, like he'd tested the consistency himself.
"Morning, cumslut," he says without looking up from his phone, voice casual but laced with command. "Breakfast is served. Eat up before it cools."
Emma's heart races, butterflies exploding in her stomach. She drops to her knees beside the table, not even pretending to sit like a normal girl. Her hands tremble as she reaches for the first bowl, dipping a finger in to scoop up a thick glob. It strings between her fingers like molten taffy, warm and viscous. She brings it to her lips, sucking it clean with a moan. Fuck, it's perfect. Saltier than yesterday, richer, with that addictive sweetness underneath—like her body's been reprogrammed to crave it.
"Both bowls, girl," he adds, finally glancing down. His eyes darken as he watches her, one hand absently adjusting the bulge in his pants. "Drained 'em dry this morning. Five loads waiting for you."
She doesn't need telling twice. Grabbing the spoon from the second bowl, she shovels in a heaping mouthful. The cum coats her tongue, filling her cheeks until she looks like a chipmunk mid-hoard. She swirls it around, savoring the texture—chunky in places from the sheer density—before gulping it down. A shiver runs through her as it slides into her stomach, warm and heavy, joining the load still marinating in her womb. This is what daughters are for, she thinks, her free hand slipping between her thighs to rub her slick folds. Feeding from the source that made us.
Daddy chuckles, the sound low and approving. "Look at you. Schoolgirl turned cum dumpster. Skip today. I need my balls emptied again before lunch."
Emma pauses mid-spoonful, cum dribbling down her chin onto her tits. She smears it across her nipples absentmindedly, pinching them hard enough to make her gasp. "Really? You mean it?" Her voice is breathy, hopeful. School's been a joke since she started swallowing his loads—every lecture a blur of fantasies about crawling under desks, begging for refills.
He nods, pulling down his sweatpants to free his cock. It's already half-hard, veiny and monstrous, balls hanging low and refilling visibly as she watches. "Phone the school. Tell 'em you're sick. Then get over here and milk me proper. Can't have you wasting away on cafeteria slop."
She nods eagerly, cum-smeared lips curving into a wicked smile. Setting the bowls aside—half-empty already—she shuffles between his legs on her knees, the tile cool against her skin. One hand wraps around the base of his shaft (barely), the other cups his balls, feeling their weight, the subtle churn of fresh cum brewing inside. These made me. These feed me. These own me.
Leaning in, she presses her open mouth to the tip, tongue flicking out to lap at the slit. Pre-cum beads instantly, salty and promising. "Yes, Daddy," she murmurs against the hot flesh. "Gonna call right now." She fumbles for her phone with one hand, dialing the attendance line while the other strokes him slow and firm. The automated voice picks up: Press 1 if your student is absent...
"This is Emma's dad—uh, guardian," she says into the phone, voice muffled as she swirls her tongue around his cockhead. "She's... not feeling well today. Stomach issues." Daddy smirks, thrusting shallowly to fuck her mouth lightly. She gags softly but doesn't pull away, letting drool and pre mix on her chin.
Thank you. Have a good day. Click.
"Done," she gasps, tossing the phone aside. Now both hands pump his shaft in tandem, foreskin sliding slickly over the ridge. She takes the head fully into her mouth—teeth grazing just enough to make him groan—sucking like it's her lifeline. "Fuck my face, Daddy. Use your little girl's throat. Then fill the bowls back up."
He doesn't hesitate. Hands tangle in her hair, pulling her down until her nose buries in his pubes, balls slapping her chin. She chokes, eyes watering, but relaxes her throat like he's taught her—practice makes perfect for Daddy's cumslut. Inch after inch disappears, stretching her jaw to its limit. Her gag reflex is gone now, beaten out by days of this; now it's just pure, filthy bliss, his scent overwhelming her senses.
He face-fucks her relentlessly, hips bucking, grunts filling the kitchen. "That's it... take it all... gonna flood that belly till you look pregnant again." Her tits bounce with each thrust, cum from breakfast splattering everywhere. She rubs her clit furiously, chasing her own edge, pussy dripping onto the floor.
When he cums, it's cataclysmic—a geyser straight down her gullet, no chance to taste before it bypasses her mouth entirely. She swallows convulsively, belly swelling anew, orgasming so hard her vision whites out. Rope after endless rope, until she's bloated and panting, cum bubbling at the corners of her lips.
Daddy pulls out with a wet pop, stroking the last spurts onto her face and tits. "Good girl. Now finish breakfast. We've got all day."
Emma beams up at him, scooping cum from her chin back into her mouth. She dives back into the bowls, mixing in fresh drips from his cock, eating like a starved animal. School? Who needs it? This is home. Between bites, she murmurs, "More later, Daddy? Fill me everywhere?"
His hand pets her head possessively. "Every hole, babygirl. You're dropping out for good tomorrow."
Her pussy throbs at the promise. Finally. Daddy's live-in cumwife. She spoons another mouthful, already dreaming of the breeding session to come.
———x———
The morning sun, now high and harsh, cut through the kitchen window, painting the wreckage of breakfast in a merciless light. Sticky bowls, spoons with dried remnants, and the ghost of their morning feast littered the table under Emma's splayed body. Daddy hadn't lied—not about a single, filthy thing. His cock was a permanent, brutal resident inside her, a thick, veined plug of flesh that stretched her to a sweet, burning ache with every minute that passed.
Her belly, already swollen from the first load, gurgled and sloshed audibly when he shifted his hips, grinding the head of his cock against the tender mouth of her cervix. The sound was obscene, a wet, internal churn that made her face flush with a mixture of shame and dizzying pride. Daddy's hand, large and rough, rested possessively on the slight curve of her abdomen, fingers splayed as if measuring his claim.
"Hear that?" he rumbled, his voice a vibration she felt through his chest and straight into her core. He wasn't asking; it was a statement of ownership. "That's my cum stewing in your little girl oven. Settling in nice and deep."
Emma could only whimper in response, her cheek pressed against the cool wood of the table. Her world had narrowed to three sensations: the relentless, full-to-bursting stretch of him inside her, the heavy, liquid heat pooling in her womb, and the coarse grain of the table beneath her sweaty skin. The air smelled of sex, of dried cum, of coffee, and of him—a musky, primal scent that was now the perfume of her entire existence.
He moved then, not pulling out but lifting her with him as he stood. Emma cried out, her legs buckling, but his arm banded around her waist, holding her up, holding her on. "We got shit to do, cumdump. Day's just started."
Walking was a clumsy, obscene parody of motion. Each step sent a jolt through her, his cockhead dragging over sensitive inner walls, stirring the contents of her belly. She could feel every inch of him, a living, throbbing intrusion that redefined her center of gravity. They shuffled towards the sink, a grotesque four-legged creature fused at the groin. The linoleum floor was cool under her bare feet, a stark contrast to the furnace burning between her legs.
Daddy turned on the faucet, the spray hitting the dirty dishes with a hiss. With one hand, he began rinsing a bowl, the motions casual, domestic. With the other, he palmed her ass, fingers digging into the meaty cheek he'd reddened earlier. His thumb strayed, rubbing slow circles over her asshole, making her jolt and clench around his shaft.
"Easy, girl," he chuckled, the sound dark and amused. "You squeeze me like that, you're gonna get another load ahead of schedule. And we're on a strict breeding regimen."
He washed dishes with a methodical, unhurried pace. Plate by plate, cup by cup. And all the while, Emma was impaled, her front pressed against the counter's edge, her ass in the air, taking his weight. The rhythmic sound of water and the clink of ceramics became a bizarre soundtrack to the slow, shallow grinding of his hips. He wasn't fucking her, not really. He was just… existing inside her, a constant, possessive presence that kept her on the razor's edge of another orgasm. The trapped cum from his first eruption sloshed warmly with every tiny movement, a visceral reminder of her purpose.
"Look at you," he muttered, leaning over her to place a clean plate in the drying rack. His breath was hot on her ear. "My personal cocksleeve, doing housework. Perfect little fuck-wife."
A fresh wave of arousal, hot and slick, joined the mess between her thighs. His words, so crude and so possessive, lit up her nerves like live wires. She pushed back against him instinctively, earning a sharp smack on the ass.
"None of that," he growled, but there was no real anger. "You move when I tell you to move. Right now, you're just my warm, wet sheath. Understand?"
"Y-yes, Daddy," she panted, resting her forehead on her arms. The submission was its own kind of high, dizzying and complete.
By the time the last dish was washed, her legs were trembling from the strain of standing while being relentlessly filled. Daddy turned off the water and dried his hands on a towel, his movements never jostling her too much, never threatening the seal his cock maintained. He looked out the window at the backyard, where sunlight dappled through the trees. A normal day for the rest of the world. A day of profound, deviant ownership inside this house.
"Couch," he declared, and the journey began again.
The trip from the kitchen to the living room was a slow, humping pilgrimage across worn carpet. Every step was a lesson in her new reality. She felt his balls swing and slap against her swollen clit with each movement, a maddening tease. By the time they reached the worn leather sofa, she was breathless and dripping, a thin trail of her own juices marking their path.
He sat down heavily, the old couch groaning in protest. Without a word, he guided her, turning her so her back was to his chest, and pulled her down onto his lap. Reverse cowgirl, but with no riding—just seating. She sank down, taking him even deeper if that were possible, a broken moan tearing from her throat as he filled every conceivable space inside her.
"There," he sighed, as if settling in for a long rest. He reached for the remote on the armrest, flicking the TV on. Some daytime talk show blared to life, the audience's laughter tinny and absurd against the thick, sexual tension in the room. His arms came around her, one hand idly cupping a heavy breast, thumb rubbing back and forth over a peaked nipple crusted with dried breakfast. The other hand rested again on her bloated belly.
This was it. This was the "all day" he'd promised. Not a frenzy of constant pounding, but a state of being. A permanent condition. She was furniture. Living, breathing furniture for his cock.
Time lost meaning. The talk show gave way to a game show, then a soap opera. Daddy watched with half-lidded eyes, his attention clearly elsewhere—on the warm, tight clutch of her body around him. Occasionally, he'd shift, or flex his pelvic muscles, and a fresh surge of pre-cum would leak from his tip to mix with the reservoir already inside her. Each time, Emma would gasp, her inner walls fluttering helplessly.
His hand on her breast grew less idle. He kneaded the soft flesh, pinched the nipple until she arched and cried out. "Look at that," he murmured, not to her but to the room, his voice a low rumble she felt in her bones. "My little girl's tits, all ready to feed the babies we're making. Gonna be dripping milk soon, with the way I'm pumping you full."
The vulgarity of it, the graphic certainty, made her pussy clench in a violent spasm. He groaned in approval. "Yeah. That's it. Milk my cock with that hungry cunt. Get every drop ready."
The soap opera droned on, a story of fake betrayals and whispered secrets. Their reality was far more explicit. Emma could feel a pressure building, different from the fullness. It was him. A familiar tension coiling in the base of his cock, a thickening pulse she'd learned to recognize. Her breath hitched.
"Daddy…?"
"Shhh," he soothed, his hand sliding from her breast to grip her hip. "Just gonna give you a little lunchtop-up. Don't wanna let you get empty."
He didn't thrust. He simply held her down, buried to the hilt, and let go. The orgasm that ripped through him was a deep, internal quake. Emma felt his cock swell even thicker, then the hot, urgent flood of his release began. Rope after thick rope shot directly into her womb, a pressurized geyser of seed that made her already-distended belly push outward against his hand. It was hotter than the first load, viscous and claiming.
"Oh God! Daddy!" she screamed, her head falling back against his shoulder. The sensation of being filled beyond capacity, of having a fresh, hot batch pumped into an already-saturated space, was overwhelming. It was a violation so complete it circled back to bliss. Her own orgasm crashed into his, a secondary quake that had her squirting around his shaft, her juices adding to the slippery mess between them.
On screen, a handsome actor pleaded with his lover. In their living room, a father unloaded another quart of incestuous spunk into his daughter's waiting womb.
He stayed like that for long minutes, both of them panting, joined in the most intimate way possible as his cum settled inside her. Her belly was taut as a drum now, visibly rounded, looking well into a pregnancy. When he finally moved, it was to lean forward and grab the sandwich he'd left on the coffee table earlier.
"Open," he commanded, his voice hoarse.
Dazed, Emma obeyed, parting her lips. He shoved a bite of the sandwich into her mouth. "Chew. Swallow. You need your strength. Gonna be carrying my weight all day."
She ate mechanically, the food tasteless ash in her mouth compared to the profound, filthy reality of her body. He fed her another bite, then took one himself, chewing slowly as he watched the TV. He was literally using her as a cum-stuffed seat while having lunch. The degradation was absolute. And it made her clench around him again, a fresh trickle of her arousal leaking out.
The afternoon sun began its slow descent, painting the room in long, golden shadows. The pressure inside her was immense, a sloshing, heavy fullness that made every breath shallow. Daddy grew restless. The passive plugging wasn't enough anymore. He pushed her forward off his lap, onto all fours on the rug in front of the couch. His cock never slipped out; it was like they were connected by a fat, fleshy chain.
He settled behind her on the floor, his knees on either side of her thighs. One hand found the remote again. The other came down on her ass in a sharp, stinging slap.
"Gonna watch some sports," he grunted, as if explaining a perfectly normal activity.
And so he did. A baseball game flickered on the screen. With every pitch, every hit, every commercial break for trucks or beer, his hand would fall on her ass or thigh, sometimes a caress, sometimes a sharp smack that echoed in the room and made her yelp. And with every strikeout or commercial jingle, his hips would give a short, brutal pump, or he'd simply flex and release another torrent of cum into her already-overflowing depths.
These weren't the massive, pumping loads from before. They were smaller, frequent deposits—a half-cup here, a quarter-pint there—a constant reminder of his potency and her purpose. Each mini-flood made her gasp and shudder, her belly feeling heavier and tighter, until she was certain the skin would split.
"Daddy… can't… it's too much…" she babbled during the seventh-inning stretch, her words slurred with pleasure and overwhelm.
"It's never too much," he corrected her calmly, driving his cock in to the root and holding it there as another hot spurt joined the ocean within. "Your cunt's made for this. My personal cum reservoir. Look at you." He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her sweaty back, and put a hand on the grossly distended curve of her stomach. He pressed down gently.
A gurgling, wet sound emanated from deep inside her, followed by a tiny trickle of white that escaped around the tight seal of his cock and dripped onto the rug below. It was proof of overflow. Proof of excess.
"See?" he whispered into her ear, biting the lobe. "Leaking already. But that's okay. We'll just keep topping you off."
Evening approached, and the unbearable fullness became a permanent state of being. He hauled her up again—her legs were useless noodles—and carried her to the kitchen chair, sitting down and maneuvering her into his lap facing him this time. Her massive, cum-weighted belly pressed between them, a firm, warm barrier. Her tits, swollen and sensitive, were level with his face.
He didn't speak. He just leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth, suckling hard. There was no milk, not yet, but the sensation was electric, shooting straight to her ruined pussy. She cried out, her hands tangling in his hair as he nursed like a starving infant. His cock, still buried impossibly deep inside her, began to pulse and throb again.
This was it. The big one. She could feel it building like a storm—not just in him, but in the very air around them. The whole day had been marching towards this moment.
He released her nipple with a pop and looked up at her, his eyes black with feral need. "You ready for your dinner, babygirl?"
Before she could answer, he slammed his hips upward, driving himself so deep she felt him in her throat. And then he came.
It wasn't a flood. It was a cataclysm.
A torrent of hot, thick seed erupted from him with such force it felt like it was blasting through her cervix, painting the walls of her womb, flooding her fallopian tubes. It just kept coming, wave after relentless wave, pumping into her until her belly tightened to an almost painful degree, swelling outward until it pressed hard against his own abdomen. Emma's scream was silent, her mouth open in a soundless 'O' of shock and ecstasy. Her vision whited out at the edges as her body convulsed around him, squirting violently in a helpless, simultaneous climax that felt like it was tearing her soul in two.
When it finally ended, they were both slick with sweat, breathing in ragged gasps. Her belly was enormous, taut and round as a full-term pregnancy bump, hot to the touch and sloshing with what felt like gallons of his cum. He was still hard inside her, a relentless plug holding it all in.
He leaned back in the chair, spent but triumphant, his hands rubbing her distended stomach in slow circles. "Fuck," he breathed, a smile of pure male satisfaction on his face. "Look at that. My pregnant little girl."
Night had fallen fully by the time he carried her to the couch one last time. He lay down on his back and arranged her on top of him like a living blanket, her back to his chest, his cock still securely lodged inside her. A throw blanket was dragged over them. The TV was on but muted, casting flickering blue light over the room.
His arms wrapped around her, one hand splayed possessively over the monumental curve of her belly. Inside her, his cock gave a final, weak throb.
"No pulling out," he mumbled into her hair, his voice thick with impending sleep. "Not even for sleep. You're my cumwife now. Plugged 24/7."
Emma was beyond words, floating in a hazy cocoon of exhaustion, fullness, and absolute submission. Every soft breath she took made the immense weight in her belly shift slightly, a constant, sloshing reminder of the day's depravity. His cock, semi-hard but still formidable, was a brand inside her, a claim that would not be relinquished.
As sleep dragged her under, her last conscious sensation was the faint, rhythmic pulse of his shaft within her swollen channel—a filthy heartbeat marking her as his permanent possession. The best day ever.