And exploded.
Volleys of thick, white cum lanced out of my cock and shot directly into my daughter’s body with such force that she cried out as it scalded her inner walls. My hips jerked with each ejaculation, causing me to grunt with the effort of it, and my cock throbbed insistently. I couldn’t have pulled out if my life depended on it at that moment. And the thought that I was really doing it, really impregnating the daughter that I had created with my own mother, the taboo nature of it all and the thrill of it, kept me going like never before. I lost count of how many thick, long streams of my seed was sent hurtling into Amity’s womb, but I knew in the deepest recesses of my mind that I was fulfilling her ardent wish. I was getting my daughter pregnant.
When my spasms finally ceased, I leaned across my daughter’s back and breathed heavily. It had been quick, far too quick for my liking, but the whole event had caught me by surprise that I couldn’t have kept up even if I wanted to. I had been at the mercy of my lusts and desires and had lost control of myself. Did I feel guilty at the thought that I’d tried to impregnate my daughter? No. I felt guilty that I hadn’t been able to make it last.
“I’m so sorry, baby,” I said quietly into her ear as both of us fought to catch our breath.
Amity stiffened at that. With my thick cock still buried inside of her, I felt it from within as well as from without. “Why?” she asked with surprise.
“I just wish that our first time could be more…”
And then she surprised me with a soft giggle. “Oh. Thank God. I thought you were sorry about fucking me or something. Listen, Dad, it’s okay. It’s MORE than okay, really. This is exactly what I wanted, exactly how I wanted it. I couldn’t be happier.”
I lifted myself up a bit on my elbows so that I wasn’t crushing her small body against the table with the full force of my weight. “If we’re going to make you pregnant, honey, I would rather it have been a little more romantic. Or gentle. Or that it could’ve lasted longer.”
“Get off me a second,” Amity said gently.
I tried to pull out of her, but the flared knob of my cock wasn’t going anywhere just yet. I was still too hard to withdraw from the stranglehold her cervix had on me. “I… uh… can’t.”
Amity didn’t need me to explain the predicament. She let her head drop in amusement. “Wow. Okay. I guess I’ll just say this from here, then.” She craned her neck around to look at me, twisting her upper body just a little bit in the process. “Dad, I have a confession to make.” She paused a beat and then said, “I’m not really ovulating. That isn’t for another week. I just said that to…”
“Get me in the mood?” I offered.
“Yeah. Exactly. I’m sorry I lied to you. I just wanted to… I dunno, get past the hurdle of our first time. I wanted to break the barrier and get you past whatever it was that held you back. So, really, it’s me who should be apologizing.”
I just blinked at her in astonishment. “So… I didn’t just get you pregnant?”
My daughter smiled sweetly, as sweetly as she could with her father’s spent and swollen cock still rooted inside of her, and said, “Not yet. But I’m hoping that you’ll try like hell.”
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