Daughter's Amnesia

Sophia found herself daydreaming about her odd feelings even days later.

"I don't know..." she mumbled to herself.

Her blank stare lingered on the dishes that she had cleaned moments earlier. Things were going well. They had a freshly cooked meal for dinner, the fridge was full of vegetables...the garden outside was growing tomatoes and herbs that she had planted herself...but she still felt uneasy. But why? Everything was going perfect in her life. She cooked amazing food every day, she had gotten rid of all the beer in the house. Really, there was nothing left to improve upon.

Absent-minded as she was, she made her way upstairs and to the bedroom. It was the end of another day that had left her strangely upset, another day that left her wondering if perhaps she had forgotten something truly important.

Those thoughts came to a halt as she entered the bedroom and inhaled the fresh scent of perfume, fruity perfume. The lights in the room were dimmed but rows of candles along the walls and windows were illuminating the interior with a warm glow. Her mesmerized gaze took in the sight.

It was a chance for her father to approach from behind, and he embraced her in an almost fatherly, loving way.

Perhaps that was what she needed, he figured. A bit of affection rather than to be simply used.

And so he kissed her neck, while his hands caressed her curves without yet daring to slide under her shirt, or underwear. He would take it slow and methodically. Just this once.

"Wait, no, hold up," her troubled voice interrupted his actions. She was trying her best to behave like a reasonable adult instead of blindly letting her hormones rule her...which wasn't easy considering just how much fun she had in the past. She could feel her crotch itching for attention after being neglected for so long, but at the same time she felt conflicted about it for whatever reason. The situation couldn't be any more confusing to her.

The kissing continued affectionately, her father did his best to spark the embers within her. Successfully, too. Her defenses crumbled rapidly -- it was difficult to refuse sex when she didn't even know the reason to avoid it. Plus, she hadn't gotten laid in weeks. At this point, she began to feel like a bad girlfriend if she were to keep her stubborn attitude. It was just sex after all -- they had plenty of sex already.

The truth was buried too far in the back of her mind. The bothersome thoughts about how she was entirely unprotected and fertile, as well as her dad's obsession with cumming inside her.

"It's all right, we can take it slow." His hands wandered down to the hem of her shirt. He grabbed the thin fabric and pulled it up until he could remove her shirt and discard it. That enabled him to properly cup her small breasts. They were just the right mix between perky and soft, with the most perfect pink nipples crowning each. If her cunt was the best part about her, then her breasts were easily the second best part.

Despite his willingness to take it easy, he quickly remembered that first night with her. That irresistible temptation of fucking his own daughter. And all the times he had taken advantage of her after that. She had made him wait long enough, hadn't she? If this was her way of testing if her body was the only thing he cared about, surely he passed that test with flying colors at this point.

He began to maneuver her over to sit down on the bed, before proceeding to take off her underwear. She wore a cute little thong. It was made of pink cotton, and clung to her skin perfectly. It outlined the exact shape of her pussy, and fed his obsession with her genitals. His excitement grew further when he removed her underwear and revealed that tight little baby maker between her legs. Her pussy would look even better with his cum richly oozing out of that tiny slit.

"See, taking it nice and slow," he repeated once more to try and reassure her. She was way too old to be so paranoid and guarded. Yeah, the more he thought about it, the more did this feel like he had to charm his way into the panties of a virgin -- which she sure as hell wasn't anymore.

After removing his own clothes, he went right over to the nightstand to grab a bottle of lube.

Sophia gave him a quizzical look in response.

The candles produced an almost romantic atmosphere, and the fruity scent of perfume lingered in the air and overwrote the stale smell of sex that she had grown so familiar to. So, what were his intentions? He had set up such a nice stage for something special. But then his lack of patience showed.

He squeezed the bottle's contents onto his palm until a little puddle formed, and then nonchalantly slapped her crotch with his open hand to apply the slippery lube to her womanhood.

Sophia uttered a startled gasp! "Ou-ouch, easy there!" She squirmed backwards to the headrest of the bed, but he followed and simply continued rubbing the oily substance into the crack of her pussy. Plenty of it spilled into her by accident, and whatever was left outside was soon pushed into her snatch by his thick fingers. He would repeatedly gather more lube on his fingertips and then just slide his finger right back into her. There was little she could do about it now. Aroused or not, her pussy was dripping wet with the artificial fluid.

So with that in mind, was there any reason to continue making a big deal about having sex?

"I guess, sure, whatever..." She reluctantly parted her legs and allowed herself to relax a little. They've had intercourse plenty of times, and each time had felt incredible. So maybe this was just what was needed to help her unwind? This would happen one way or another. It made sense to her to at least enjoy it, if at all possible.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," he announced. His voice was heavy and needy.

At no point for as long as she could remember, did they bother with any kind of proper foreplay. Her cunt had always been slick and ready for him -- usually because of her own desires, but often simply because she still had leftovers of his seed within her. It certainly helped greatly that his dick felt like a magic stick -- whether it was the girth, length or shape of his cock it was somehow always able to hit just the right spots in her demanding little snatch.

She couldn't even remember the last time she had to touch her clitoris, the orgasms came easy enough from penetration alone. It was amazing. Of the previous partners that she could still remember, none had been able to make her climax in this way.

He gradually moved into position while struggling to contain his excitement. His heart was beating so fast that he was damn near afraid of having a heart attack. The thrill of being naked in the presence of his daughter was already enough to get him hard. But it was the anticipation of delving back into her pretty little pussy that stole his breath away.

She had no idea just how special this was. She had truly become his little incest princess.

It was unceremonious how he climbed on top of her, a practiced routine, but it didn't make the act any less impactful or special. He watched her chest rise and fall in tune to her breathing. It was quickening still, and the subtle motion was enough to make her breasts continually move just enough to draw his attention to them as well. She was a woman, everything about her was feminine and perfect.

His fingers moved to grasp the root of his erection, and he directed it towards those cleanly shaven lips of his daughter's pussy.

Her labia parted as soon as he began to push forward, and he soon felt the snug tightness of her opening. It took little more than a bit of pressure to open her up. Those muscles began to stretch and part, embracing the purple crown of his appendage.

He was back inside her, where he belonged.

Both of them moaned in unison. His ragged voice overshadowed her sweet whimper. Once again, they were intimately connected and had become one.

But while her father was rhythmically moving in and out of her to try and bury as much of his length inside her as she could take, Sophia felt herself more conflicted than before. There was no denying that it felt good, that it felt right. But she also felt more alarmed! Her gaze was entirely fixated on her crotch and the way their genitals were fused together.

The base of his veiny appendage was all she could see, the rest of his shaft was neatly buried inside her unprotected cunt.

It was surreal, almost like she thought of his manhood as a separate entity. While he was an amazing partner, she couldn't deny feeling almost...afraid of his fuck-stick.

The more he moved, the more nervous did she get. So many thoughts were interrupting her, she just couldn't ease up and enjoy the act like she usually did! It was awful since she knew how much fun it could be. It was so weird to think of his erection as some menacing rod of doom, and she felt silly for even contemplating that thought.

At the same time, she could feel that very same cock gradually loosening her up and making it easier to thrust into her more rapidly. As always, her tightness didn't last for long once he began sheathing his monstrosity inside her...

A wet squelching accompanied every other thrust, there was way too much lube within her. It didn't seem to bother him, but Sophia couldn't help but feel a distant memory coming back to her. Piece by piece did she begin to remember...their first fuck after she had bumped her head. She had felt so very wet back then, too. She was practically overflowing with their combined juices during that time...and she began to vaguely recall missing something ever since. Not some elusive feeling or something emotional, there was something that used to be inside her...some kind of device...

It hit her like a brick, the stupid birth control! That's what she has been missing ever since, that's why she felt so concerned, how could she forget?

"P-pull out," she stammered while she raised her gaze up to see little more than his hairy chest. He was firmly planted on top of her much smaller and petite body. Shit, shit! He just kept impaling her on his erection, forcing his manhood into her slender frame. There was nothing to keep their genitals separated, no condom or other gadget. If he were to squirt his cum into her, it would fill her little cunt right up.

"Y-you gotta," she stuttered while every demanding thrust knocked the air outta her. "You gotta pull...pull out behh -- before you come!" There was no way to draw his attention, she was at his mercy. Or more accurately, at the mercy of his erection.

They were still in that very same position as when they started, missionary, with his weight to press her into the mattress.

Her legs were resting on his back while her feet dangled uselessly in the air -- they bounced in tune to every heavy and demanding thrust.

"Ahn!" She groaned bitterly and tensed up when something caused her more discomfort. She recognized those telltale signs of his impending climax. His pace was quickening and his thrusts came deeper, enough to have that bloated tip of his organ kissing her sore cervix. While it would usually add some excitement to the act, this time she was aware that he would be slathering an entire load of sperm all over her tiny cervix.

Knowingly or not, he was about to breed his own daughter's helpless vagina.

There was absolutely nothing to protect her from his grotesque baby maker, that veiny slab of meat that completely dominated her pretty little cunt.

"Fuck, fuck," she cursed repeatedly, her heart was beating even faster now and a full-on panic was setting in.

The old and weary bedframe was squeaking and creaking bitterly. The same sound that had caused her such strong emotions each time she listened to her parents having intercourse. Her emotions went wild and crazy! Those memories blurred together and she forgot all about what may have happened in her past, all she could remember was this, all those times how she had been fucked in this bed.

And just like that, her new memories completely overwrote what little was left of her old ones. Without anything or anyone to nurture those old memories, they simply vanished.

"Ahhh...," came the masculine groan of her partner, and she sighed in resignation upon feeling his entire length being shoved into her womanhood. There was nothing she could do about it anymore.

His appendage began to pulse and throb against the tight comforts of her pussy. The teenager released a final, defiant groan while tensing up but it was pointless. Sophia knew the consequences of his orgasm. Again and again his cock flexed and thrashed against her insides. The lube prevented her from being aware of the additional wetness within her, but she sure as hell knew that he was in the midst of dumping weeks' worth of semen inside her vagina while her thighs touched his sides.

The fat rod simply kept on jerking against her tightness, spitting forth an endless geyser of his seed. Sophia felt another shiver as she contemplated that very thought.

She was experiencing her own insemination. This was as primitive and primal as it could get. She was being reduced to little more than an incubator for his cum.

She lay there with his weight still on her chest -- uncomfortably pressing down on her breasts. It was a little too late to ask him to pull out, yeah. The dull pressure within her was gradually fading away as his member shrunk, and soon enough it audibly popped out of her on its own. Her labia twitched helplessly as it gaped open and only slowly recovered from the intense stretching.

Which wasn't the first time by any means, but certainly the first time without any sort of protection. Her vagina was receptive without a doubt. Sex like this was as natural as it could get, and that thought was weird. It was the first time that she had sex with an actual risk of getting pregnant. Without anything to protect her.

No matter, a quick trip to the bathroom to douche and her mind would be slightly more at ease. She merely needed to avoid giving the sperm any more time to swim inwards and out of reach of her nimble fingers...

Her father had another plan in mind entirely, after spending these past few weeks in forced celibacy. He dealt with an endless pent-up frustration, as well as balls that had been ready to burst for longer than he cared to admit. He had no intention of fucking her once and then jerking off into a bunch of tissues to squeeze out the rest. No, he wouldn't take a break until he dumped every last drop inside her.

It would be an utter waste not to use her. Her cunt was a thing of magic. The deeper he pushed, the tighter did it get. It was as if her own body was rewarding him for claiming as much of her as possible. A cock-milking machine of beauty. Heaven itself was hidden between her legs, and he would be damned if he didn't fill her stubborn snatch until every corner of her cunt reeked of cum. And so, he reached down to coax new life into his erection, one stroke at a time.

No use in crying over spilled milk, Sophia thought to herself. Even as he pushed his erection back into her, she obediently took every inch of it. Just one more time, she reassured herself.

And then another, and another.

It turned into a sleepless night during which he had pounded her into submission, again and again, to remind her of her role in the household. They fell asleep in each other's arms, with his appendage stuck between the tenderized lips of her pussy and a puddle of liquids underneath her bum.

It led to a rough awakening sometime in the late afternoon.

Sophia's entire body felt stiff, and she opened her eyes to find herself lying on her side, snugly spooned from behind with a familiar arm wrapped around her chest. What a mess...

She groaned in defeat as she urged her weak muscles on to wake up. It took a small effort to wrestle herself free from her lover's embrace, and to climb out of bed. As soon as she stood up, a splurge of lukewarm semen spilled out of her slit and oozed halfway down her thighs. She instinctively reached for a few tissues from the nightstand to halt the flow of the goo, but pressing the tissues up against her swollen, damp pussy lips was even more unpleasant than she could imagine.

She soon found herself again seated on the toilet. It no longer felt as unfamiliar to her as it did the first time she had to do this -- she has had plenty of opportunity to endure the feeling of leaking his cum. Or the sensation of feeling weirdly empty somewhere in her belly after a particularly vigorous night of fucking.

But this still felt...different. She reached down to dip a finger between her labia, to try and coax more of his sperm out of her well-worn pussy.

It was incredibly futile and nonsensical. She was fully aware of that. She should have put a stop to it when she still had the chance. But after he came inside her once, it didn't feel like repeating it would do any more harm.

She didn't expect to get fucked senseless and to pass out with his cum lodged deep inside her. He had pumped it all into her. Lots and lots of it. Somehow she messed up and fell asleep with all his cum still safe and secure all around her cervix. He had achieved his goal.

His sperm naturally didn't care that she was his daughter. Even as she sat there to contemplate her situation, those angry little swimmers were approaching her core. Millions upon millions of those tiny tadpoles had found a new home within her. It was just a matter of time before the inevitable would happen.

"This sucks," Sophia stated matter-of-factly as she withdrew her finger and looked at the milky cloudy coating of baby gravy. She couldn't even begin to imagine how the insides of her vagina looked. Saturated and soaked through with cum.

She grabbed herself a new pair of underwear, as well as a panty-liner to avoid ruining her favorite pair of panties.

It was difficult to wear them without wincing in discomfort, her vulva was seriously bruised, but at the same time...she felt incredibly satisfied. No other guy had been able to please her this well, this easily.

As she stood in the kitchen soon after, frying and seasoning the breakfast eggs, she kept pondering what she should do. Obviously, she could ask to be driven to the nearest village to get herself an emergency contraceptive, but...

Why bother? Life up in the mountains was pretty dull. She could vaguely recall studying somewhere in the city, but that sounded even more dull and boring than just staying in this idyllic little patch of the world. She was able to enjoy every day of her life, for the time being. Endless opportunities to go for a walk, pick flowers, take care of the garden...she didn't have any annoying roommates to worry about either. While her boyfriend was significantly older than she was comfortable with, this was nice. Pleasant. Easy. She couldn't remember how she ended up in this place, but it truly felt like a permanent vacation.

Plus they had matching sex drives, which was neat. Life was amazing and she would do almost anything to keep it this way.

It was like an epiphany -- she suddenly realized that she wasn't even all that nervous about the potential pregnancy anymore. Life as housewife might even suit her, she figured. Way less stressful than slaving away as student for many more years.

"Why not, right? This could be fun." She wasn't afraid anymore.

She chuckled to herself and then finished the breakfast preparations. The thought had her all giddy and excited. Suddenly she could barely even wait to break the news to her partner and to propose her new idea. They would get to start their own family, and it would be a happy one.