Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

“Daddy, come fuck me, okay? Or… make love to me. You know, gentle.”

“Of course, baby.”

I stripped my daughter’s night shirt off, revealing her gloriously naked body. She had a figure too perfect for anyone but a well developed teenager. That perfect distribution of body fat to her womanly areas, a girlish lack of it anywhere else. She looked absolutely made for sex. A goddess to be worshipped with an offering of pleasure and cum.

I took off my own robe and pushed her onto her bed, onto her back. I looked deep into her eyes as I eased my cock into her pussy, sighing as I felt it’s silken warmth all around me. I began to slide in and out of her, the ecstasy of it taking my breath and hers.

“That feels so good, Daddy.” She said, softly.

“To me, too, angel. I love being inside my little girl.”

“Daddy… your cock… your cum… it made a baby in me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah… I – ah – yeah, just like that – ah! I… took a test. I’m pregnant. I’m so sorry, Daddy.”

“No, baby. It’s not your fault. No, don’t cry. God… you feel so good, angel. I’m starting to get close.”

“It’s okay, Daddy. You can cum in me now. It’s okay.”

My body tensed, and Sasha began to quietly orgasm all around me as I shot load after load into her already fertilized womb. The womb that held our baby.

“Oh yeah, Daddy… Daddy… I love your cum.”

Afterwards I lay next to my daughter, her finger playing idly with the cum still leaking from it.

“I guess maybe we should have left it just your mouth.” I said.

“Maybe. But I think I knew the first time I tasted you shooting into my mouth, that we’d end up fucking. There was nothing we could do to stop it.”

“No, I guess not. What do you want to do now?”

“I don’t know. I’m scared, Daddy. Will… will you fuck me again? Quick? Before Mom wakes up?”

“Of course, angel. Daddy will always be here for you, whenever you want.”

**

That night Sasha and I were watching TV, sneaking each other concerned looks, when Anna came in, looking as though she’d been crying as well. She was pulling her wheeled travel bag with one hand, her other hand was in a fist.

I sat bolt upright when I saw her. I snapped the TV off with a quickness. Sasha pulled her legs up into her chest.

“Mom?” She said, quietly. “What are you doing?”

Anna held out her hand. It was a pregnancy test, still showing positive.

“Oh no.” Sasha said.

“I found it in the outside garbage.” Anna said, her Russian accent still more pronounced than usual from her trip. “Right where you hid it.”

Sasha’s eyes welled up. She didn’t say anything.

“Where are you going?” I asked after nearly a minute of silence.

“That depends. This house is full of lies now, and I hate it. I should go. Maybe to Mary and Tom’s house in San Francisco, maybe home to my family in Russia. Better that than more lies.”

“I’m so sorry, Mommy.” Sasha said, her voice breaking.

“No more lies.” Anna repeated. Sasha shook her head. She looked to me and I nodded agreement as well. Anna looked back down at our daughter. “Whose baby is it?”

“Mommy, I’m so sorry, it’s Daddy’s. Please don’t leave.”

The reality of everything hit me right then, and it seemed to push all feeling out of me. I wasn’t scared of anything that might happen to me. Jail, the media, whatever. None of that seemed important. What did seem important was the two women in the room with me. My family. It was all I’d ever cared about. I loved both these women more than life, and I’d betrayed them both. If I lost them, nothing else would matter.

Anna sighed and looked at the floor. When her eyes came up, they weren’t angry. She let go of her suitcase and went and sat next to Sasha, who was sobbing now, her face hidden in her knees.

“I guess I was afraid something like this would happen someday,” Anna said. “Your father has no will power when it comes to sex, and I’ve let him have his way too often. And you… you’re were always just a little bit too much daddy’s little girl. The way you sat on his lap, even when you started getting older… it always made me wonder.”

“How did you know?” Sasha asked.

“I thought I heard you, once or twice. I tried to pretend it was something else, but when I heard you being sick this morning…”

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know how this happened.”

“Shhh, it’s too late for that now. We have to go on from here.”

I wanted to go to them, but I kept myself in my seat.

“You’re… not mad?” Sasha said. Anna laughed.

“Mad? I’m horrified. I can’t believe this is happening to us. We’ve been such a happy family for so long.”

“Mommy, I -”

“Shh. Let me talk, little one.” Hearing Anna use the pet name she’d always used for our daughter made me think that maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as I’d feared. “What makes me mad isn’t that you made love to your father, or that he put a baby in you. It’s that the two of you lied to me, and hid this from me. No matter what, we’re supposed to be a family. There is nothing you could have told me that would have made me not love you.” Anna looked up at me. “Or you,” she said.

The three of us sat together like that for some time. Anna rubbing Sasha’s back while she cried, me afraid to move or speak.

“What are you going to do?” Anna asked, finally.

“About the baby?” Sasha asked. Anna nodded. “I don’t know. I think that I should keep it. I know it’s… but I can’t imagine wanting to… wanting to… I can’t even say it.”

“Then we’ll accept it,” Anna said, as if we were talking about something far more normal, “and it will be a part of our family.”

“You won’t leave?” I asked. I tried to ask it in a steady voice, but I couldn’t.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“No. I will forgive you. Both of you. So long as there are no more lies.”

“No more lies, Mommy. I promise.” Anna looked at me and I nodded.

“Okay then, come with me.” Anna stood up and helped Sasha to her feet. She led her away towards the stairs and beckoned me with her finger.

“Where are we going?” Sasha asked.

“To bed.” Anna replied.

Upstairs, Anna brought our daughter into our bedroom, and closed the door behind me once I entered as well. Then, thinking twice of it, she opened the door again.

“I guess there’s no reason to close it anymore,” she said.

My wife went to our daughter, who was clad only in a thin button down shirt and a small pair of shorts. Anna began opening the buttons of Sasha’s top.

“What… what are you doing?” Sasha asked.

“Undressing you, little one.”

“But…”