Daughter's Amnesia Ch. 02

She returned straight to the master bedroom, shut the door behind herself, and lay down on the soft linen sheets. An exasperated sigh left her quivering lips. She still hadn't had the time to think about this whole situation. In fact, even now, she felt a distraction.

With an annoyed expression still on her face, she grumpily reached down to push her sweatpants off her smooth legs. Her panties followed. Then, she hid under the warm comforts of the bed covers before slithering a hand down the subtle curves of her belly, past her pubic mound, and onto the warm heat radiating from her womanhood. She hoped she wouldn't discover what she expected, but as she dipped a fingertip between the warm folds, she immediately felt the slickness of her arousal.

"Damn it," she cursed to herself. She had felt it as soon as he joined her in the kitchen, his mere presence had been enough to get her body excited. Her heartbeat had quickened, blood rushed to her genitals, breasts, and cheeks. Every part inside her had ached to strip naked and to have sex with him.

"Gross," she reminded herself. He was her father, she knew that now, but her pussy didn't come with a built-in off switch. And as things were, she could no longer risk having intercourse with him. Both of them were in silent agreement that pregnancy was not a risk worth taking. Unfortunately, her pussy still begged for attention.

And so, the teenager reluctantly gathered more of her own fluids on the tip of her finger, and then directed her slickness upwards to coat her slit as well as the small pleasure button just above. She gasped when she felt the responsiveness of her clit, that little thing was already engorged and tender.

She quickly gathered a few pillows and bunched them behind her back before she spread her legs to give herself better access. Her finger drew small circles around the sensitive bud, and she could feel herself getting warmer. The more she allowed herself to relax, the better it felt. So she allowed her mind to accept the fact that right in that very moment, she was stuck in that house. She didn't have to worry about returning to the city. She simply had to make the best of her current situation.

A soft moan escaped her, and she bucked her hips forward. Her hand gently cupped the mound of her pussy while she toyed with herself more intensely. She applied more pressure to that extraordinary spot and rubbed it with purpose. After all, this wasn't meant to be romantic or pleasant, she merely wanted to coax an orgasm out of herself, in the hope that it would clear her mind. The quicker she was done, the better.

But the more aroused she got, the more did her thoughts wander off to dark places. She was still masturbating feverishly when she realized that it was nothing but dumb luck that she wasn't pregnant already. Her father hadn't wasted a single thought on using protection. Her worst nightmare had nearly come true.

He was so obsessed with cumming inside women that he almost doomed both of them. It was the biggest taboo she could think of. Simply because he relished the knowledge that he squirted his load into a woman. It didn't even matter to him that she was his daughter. She was just a warm hole for his eager sperm. Secretly, he might even prefer that she was fertile. Maybe he was just shy, maybe he truly wanted to fuck a baby into her.

"Ahnn!" Just like that, a searing jolt coursed up her spine and left her gasping for air. The tormented teenager shut her eyes in the hopes that it would clear her mind from those sickening images, but instead, it merely helped her to imagine all those times when he came inside her.

Sophia could feel her juices flowing more readily. Even without inserting a finger, she knew that she had to be drenched on the inside. In the past, she used to have no issues with getting off - she would simply relax, think of nothing, and masturbate. Now though, she couldn't help but think of her father. She couldn't stop fantasizing about his dick, the way it felt inside her, or the way she felt utterly claimed whenever he spilled his seed within her.

"Mmmm," she purred. His orgasms were always the signal of a happy ending, a sign of good sex. The wet, hot sensation of sperm had always been proof that she was a good girlfriend.

Much like she did whenever they had sex, Sophia began to spread her legs apart, as widely as she could manage. Then, she dipped a finger down her cleft and sought out that little entrance into her quim. Her slick flesh was so hot that even she was surprised by it. The tip of her finger applied gentle pressure, and she easily dipped into her body, where the tightness of her pussy greeted her.

It wasn't nearly enough to please her.

Another finger followed, and then a third, and she gasped! She felt herself clenching down on those three digits - it was already getting tight. But instead of quitting, she soon added a fourth and moaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Those pink walls were stretched taut around her fingers, but that wasn't what she was thinking about. Sophia instead imagined it to be her father's majestic cock, the fat girth of his manhood which had been inside her so many times before.

She squirmed on those soft bedsheets while she imagined him to be on top of her, thrusting in and out of her unprotected pussy. "Ahnn," she moaned sensually, her bottom lip drawn into her mouth, and her teeth gently biting down on it. "Yeah, mmmh..."

Her fingers gradually sped up, once more simulating the way he would fuck her. He would be rough, overeager, and exclusively obsessed with the idea of creaming her full of his cum. She hesitated for a moment, but then whispered to herself, barely audible even to her own ears. "You don't have to pull out," she mumbled weakly. "You can cum inside me..." She spread her fingers, just a little, enough to imitate the way his cock grew when approaching his orgasm.

And then, without grace or elegance, she pushed those four fingers deep inside, down to her knuckle. She cried out, arched her back, and felt her pussy violently clenching down on her own digits - an intense climax washed over her. Simultaneously her legs quivered, her breathing was shaky, and she was being overrun by a continual wave of bliss that echoed through her body. It felt so good.

She rode that moment for a long time before she grew aware of the wetness that drenched her thighs. Her fingers were still embedded deep inside her, and much to her dismay, the orgasm had done little to subdue her arousal. It took her a moment to realize that she was still moving her digits, back and forth, like a lover who needed more release.

"It's okay," she breathlessly reassured her imaginary partner. "My pussy belongs to you, anyway, just use it," she whispered. "You don't really care if you'd knock me up, so just fuck me." Her fingers curled up to stretch herself even more - the girth was nearly identical now to her father's erection. It was a size she wasn't comfortable with, but he didn't care. "This pussy is your property," she breathed.

Sophia clenched her eyes shut and imagined the way she would look up at her father's chest as he rapidly pumped into her quim. She could almost feel the heat their bodies would produce, as well as the shameful scent of her own climbing arousal. They had intercourse so many times already that she could imagine even the most minor detail vividly.

An accidental pregnancy had always been the biggest fear for her. But, it would be such a fitting punishment, she thought to herself. It was the single most pleasurable event in her life, to get fucked bareback. It was the most natural repercussion to end up with an unplanned baby.

"Breee-... breed me, ah!" She immediately began to spread her legs even wider, thrust her fingers inside, and moaned bitterly. If given a choice, she knew that her father would never pull out willingly. She imagined the way his bloated, angry cockhead would nudge against her cervix. Without warning, it would simply begin to spit wads of cum into the depths of her cunt. Millions of feisty sperm and they would get deposited right at the doorstep to her baby chamber.

"Ahh...!" She could feel her neglected clit throbbing as another climax shattered through her. The pleasure began to pulse outwards from that little bud. It wasn't as strong as the first, but felt more prolonged, keeping her just beyond the edge. Throughout it all, she imagined more cum still flooding into her, to have every corner of her pussy doused in that thick, potent spunk of her own father. His masculinity would simply overpower her, he would fill her little cunt, and he would knock her up.

It was primal, and what she was most excited for. She wanted her will and her mind to be irrelevant. He should just control her. He should breed her. Secretly, she wished for nothing more than for her father to claim full ownership of her womanhood. The thought left her numb and adrift an ocean of pleasure.

She couldn't tell how long it lasted.

Her trembling legs went limp, and she found herself helplessly staring up at the plain ceiling of her room. Warm aftershocks still teased her clit, and her entire crotch felt like a spongy mess. The wetness that had escaped her pussy now clung coldly to her skin. Strong winds outside still howled past the windows and fought for her attention.

She could only hope that the weather would clear up soon. This situation had gone out of control. The weeks she spent with her father, had already influenced her mind far too much. She could hardly trust herself anymore. At this rate, she had to avoid him as much as possible.

However, the following few days did not bless her with fortune.

Snow surrounded their home, and it was impossible to leave. They had enough food stored to get by, but Sophia very well knew that she had to resume her studies, she had to resume her normal life. This dubious vacation had to come to an end.

Her only piece of comfort was that her father had made no attempts to even touch her. She was glad, though she was also forced to improvise. Her sex drive had doubled compared to how it was for most of her life. While it used to be enough to please herself once a day, she now needed to excuse herself multiple times a day, to get herself back under control. And every night, when the lights turned off, she would close her bedroom door and quietly please herself to finish the day.

It wasn't uncommon that she woke up with a hand still inside her panties, and her fingers prune from wetness. She was more than glad to be sleeping back in her own bedroom. The air within soon took on the very distinct scent of a teenaged girl who masturbated far too frequently, and the smell of cheap perfume to try and mask it.

Life was much like when she was younger. A simple routine of waking up, eating food, and watching TV together with her dad until it was time for bed. Rinse and repeat.

She also snuck off during the day when time allowed and found the books she had brought with her. After the whole head injury thing happened, her father must have intentionally hidden them in the basement. But after she discovered them anew, she set a few hours aside every day to resume her studies. Everything was going well enough, aside from nature still rebelling outside their house in the form of more snow.

"I could fetch one of the board games," Sophia suggested. "Monopoly or something, maybe?" It was a late evening, and the teenager sat in the living room together with her father. It was dark, with only the nearby fireplace and a few candles to lighten the room. The electricity had gone out earlier that day, which meant that luxuries like watching TV were no longer an option. They had been stuck inside their small home for over a week already, and their patience was strained.

"Monopoly?" Her father paused for a moment and then shook his head. "It's a bit too late for monopoly. We could do that tomorrow. I think it's a good time for bed," he suggested with a glance towards the clock.

"All right!" She stood up, gave her father a warm hug, and wished him a good night. God, she could remember doing this nearly every day when she was still a child. Back when times were better, when her parents still lived together and enjoyed each other's presence. Life was so simple and enjoyable.

Sophia walked upstairs, along a path that was lit by candles, and went to brush her teeth. A mundane, simple task that she may as well have done with her eyes closed. She also retrieved her nightgown from the dryer and changed into the more comfortable outfit. She stretched, yawned, and then approached her bedroom.

In the dimmed light, she couldn't notice it at first. But as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she recognized a familiar shape sitting on her bed.

"Did you enter the wrong room?" Sophia asked in mild confusion.

"No, actually. It's a bit cold today," he answered. "I figured we could share the same bed tonight."

"I see..." There was an awkward silence until her father lifted the bed covers both for himself, as well as her. The old bed creaked bitterly under their combined weight, and its small size didn't make it easy for both of them to get comfortable. Sophia ended up on her side, while her father spooned her tightly from behind.

"You know," he broke the silence. "I always wanted to sleep in this bed with you. It's nice that we finally have that opportunity." His hands wandered down to her hips and explored her curves for a moment. Shortly after, they dipped a little lower and began to hike up the edge of her nightgown.

"What... what are you doing?" she asked him with a rising sense of alarm.

It had been so long... she practically forgot they were at that level of intimacy. She had been certain that he no longer had any sexual interest in her. Hell, they hadn't even kissed since that chat at the breakfast table.

"I didn't forget," he spoke into her ear. "I counted the days." His brutish fingers pulled her nightgown a little further up, past her waist, and then reached back down to grasp the waistband of her underwear. Sophia's eyes widened. With a firm push, he lowered her panties down until the material bunched up around her thighs. Despite being underneath the safety of her bed covers, Sophia suddenly felt very naked - her pussy was no longer shielded. "It's been a week," he added.

"What do you mean?" She couldn't make sense of his words, nor of his odd affection. A small part of her wanted to simply leave the room and figure things out, but another part of her was confident this had to be a misunderstanding.

"You made me wait for a week, princess. We couldn't risk an accident, but that's over now. I really need some release tonight. You don't mind, right?" As he spoke, he was already fidgeting with his pants. The soft, blunt tip of something poked against the toned cheek of Sophia's butt. It was his manhood, but still in a flaccid state. It was harmless. He began to stroke it however, and the weight of the situation dawned on the teenager.

Of course. She had told him when she thought she was fertile, a week ago at the breakfast table. But after she regained her memory and did the math concerning her cycle, she hadn't bothered to tell him. He spent this entire week thinking that it was unsafe to have sex, even though it wasn't.

But now, when she was actually ovulating and so very fertile, she once again shared a bed with her father. Her stubborn little pussy was at its peak for babymaking. Even if his appendage was flaccid, and only rubbing against the smooth cheeks of her bum, it was already too much of a risk. A drop of pre-cum would already be enough to create an accident she would forever regret. She had ignored her birth control for too long to have any kind of hope or faith in it.

If she didn't stop him, he would proceed as usual. He would shove his monstrous shaft inside her, pound her for a while, and then unload all that cum into her twat.

She nervously thought of a way to respond to his words. It wasn't easy, not while she could feel him energetically stroking life into his erection. His other hand reached around to her front and cupped her vagina completely. It was a perfectly smooth surface.

Sophia blushed as she recalled how she shaved completely bare, on that very day. Maybe he had noticed, and that was what had fueled this misunderstanding. He thought that she wanted this. He had always encouraged her to keep herself hairless down there. He loved the idea that her vagina was entirely unprotected, with not even a single hair to obstruct his entry.

Two of his fingers sought her labia and parted the soft lips. She could feel a faint breeze teasing her genitals, her opening was helplessly exposed.

"Uhmm," she mumbled. His advances, in her mind, came out of nowhere. She had been under the impression they had a mutual agreement to be simple friends.

It rapidly dawned on her that in his mind, they had only taken a small break. A ceasefire, to avoid the risk of a pregnancy which accompanied his obsession with creampies.

"Oh, God," she muttered in the darkness of her room. He really didn't know! And just as soon as she had that realization, she felt something bulbous taking advantage of her parted labia. His fat erection went straight for the entrance into her body and stretched her pussy open as it delved inside.

"Ahh!" There had been no warmup for her. She could feel herself struggling to accommodate the familiar invader. She exhaled, sharply, as he forced more of his length into her. There wasn't nearly enough wetness to ease his entry.

A bitter groan followed when she felt herself opened up even further, but it was of no use. Inch upon inch of fat cock-meat sunk into her twat until his testicles nestled against the softness of her pussy lips.

Sophia was red in the face and close to hyperventilating. The lack of foreplay hadn't done her any favors, her body had only just begun to respond. She hadn't been ready to take his dick. This was something she would never get used to. But now, their genitals were neatly fused together and had become one.

Simultaneously, he wrapped his hairy, strong arms around her chest and pulled her petite body close. For the first time since she regained her memories, she endured her father's cock inside her vulnerable cunt. More than that, however, she was painfully aware of the state of her vagina. She was fertile, but he didn't know.

She was just about to speak up, only to be interrupted by another unexpected thrust. His manhood pushed just a tad deeper and nudged against her cervix. A sharp pain coursed through Sophia's abdomen, and she gasped for air.

"I'm back home, princess," he victoriously gloated into her ear. He had successfully conquered her little pussy once again. His arms tightened around her chest even further, and she could feel his stomach pressing against her backside. With a single, slow push he had forced the entirety of his shaft into her. He probably thought that only a loser would require multiple thrusts to reach that depth.

At the same time, she could feel her defiant pussy helplessly squeezing down on his erection in a futile attempt to push him back out. Her labia was wrapped around the base of his cock, the opening of her pussy felt sore, and even her insides felt stretched far beyond comfort. He was too deep. It didn't satisfy him for long, however, since he soon already began to withdraw about halfway before pushing back in. He began to have sex with her.

"Oh my God," she thought to herself. "It only takes one drop of cum. He could really get me pregnant. My own father! He has no idea!"

But rather than putting a stop to it immediately, Sophia paused and shut her eyes. She could feel him, so very deep inside her. Every inch of her pussy was stretched taut around his shaft. More than that, she could also hear the faint squeaking of the old bed springs with every movement.