Incestuous Bedtime Tale Ch. 03

"He fucked you twice at school?" I asked. I'd heard about their shower romp in detail. I remembered being too terrified of doing anything at college. "What a precocious thing you are. And what are you doing."

"Why, I want my mommy to lick me clean," she said. "Mmm, come eat my bred pussy full of Daddy's cum."

This wanton lust shot through me. I groaned. There were people around the parking lot. We could be discovered. I mean, things had changed in the eighteen years since I started college, but it still felt so wild to do this.

Such a risk, but...

My little girl was pregnant. Daddy had bred her like me. I couldn't help myself. I climbed into the backseat. I grabbed her thighs. I leaned over and inhaled. The salty scent of Daddy's cum and my daughter's tangy pussy mixed in my nose.

"You are such a bad girl," I moaned.

"I know, Mommy," she said, not a hint of guilt in her tone.

I buried my face into her shaved, sloppy twat. I thrust my tongue into her juicy cunt, scooping out her tangy juices and our daddy's yummy cum. This was my daughter's bred pussy. I licked and lapped at her flesh.

It sent such a wicked thrill through me. My granddaughter and my half-sister grew inside of Avalon. It was incredible. I ate her pregnant, cum-filled twat with such hunger. My daughter moaned, her slender thighs gripping my head. She clung to me, rubbing her pussy against my lips.

My tongue darted through her folds. I licked her. I lapped at her. I gathered up her cum. This wonderful delight surged through me. My pussy clenched, soaking my panties. I was such a wicked mommy for letting my daughter have her way.

I loved spoiling her.

"Oh, Mommy, yes!" she moaned, leaning against the back door. Her hands squeezed her breasts through her blouse. "Mmm, people are moving through the parking lot." She giggled. "They have no idea you're lapping at my pregnant cunt."

I slid my arms around her legs. I lapped at her. I tongued her. She gasped and moaned, her pussy humping against my mouth. She smeared her cunt against my hungry lips, soaking me with the incestuous mix of our daddy's cum and her juices.

Her moans echoed through the sedan. The seat creaked beneath her as she trembled and squirmed. Her breasts jiggled in her top. Her eyes squeezed shut. She licked her lips and then groaned again, my tongue darting to the depths of her pussy.

I licked and lapped out her jizz. Voices echoed just outside the car. A pair of friends laughing and joking. They could notice our wicked, incestuous fun. They could find me eating out my daughter's pussy. I whimpered, that wicked heat surging through my body.

I groaned and feasted harder. She whimpered as the talking grew closer. They were nearby. I wrapped my arms around her legs. I pulled her pussy tight against my mouth. I thrust my tongue deep into her bred cunt. I attacked her. Lapped at her. I loved her.

A car door opened closed. Tires crunched as the car backed up, its electric engine quiet.

We escaped this time.

"Mommy! Mommy!" she moaned, her youthful face twisting with pleasure. "Oh, yes, Mommy!"

"Mmm, such a wicked, little girl!" I moaned. "Seducing your mother with that pussy full of your daddy's cum."

She whimpered and groaned. Her pregnant pussy humped against me. She gasped as my tongue darted through her folds. I loved her. Worshiped her. I savored every bit of her juicy, tangy passion as I quested for all of our daddy's cum.

My pussy soaked my panties as she moaned. I wanted to touch myself, but I was just so focused on pleasing my daughter. I wanted to make her cum. My tongue darted into her bred depths. My tongue swirled through her sheath.

"Oh, wow, Mommy!" she moaned. "Ooh, clean my pregnant pussy. Yes, yes! I love you, Mommy!"

"I love you, too," I groaned. My heart pounded in my chest. "Mmm, your pussy taste so good full of Daddy's cum."

She giggled. "Can you taste I'm pregnant?"

"Mmm, your pussy does taste a little naughtier," I told her. Then I thrust my tongue into her depths.

She gasped. Her back arched as bliss burst across her face. Then she humped and ground her pussy against me. She gripped my face with her sultry thighs. Her hands squeezed my breasts. She kneaded them. I groaned and feasted on her.

I thrust my tongue into her pussy. I wiggled my tongue through her folds. Though I'd run out of cum to eat, it was still a delicious, incestuous treat to enjoy. I fluttered my tongue. My nose brushed against her clit. Her breasts jiggled.

I lapped up to her clit and nibbled on it. She gasped. My hands grabbed her rump. I squeezed and kneaded her. Her body bucked. Her moans echoed through the car. Her head tossed back and forth, her fiery hair dancing about her face.

"Mommy, Mommy, yes!" she gasped.

Tangy pussy cream flooded my mouth. I reveled in the taste. I gulped all the juices down as she bucked against me. Her head tossed back and forth. Her fiery strands danced around her flushed cheeks. Her thighs squeezed around my head.

"Oh, yes, yes! I'm pregnant! Mommy! Mommy! I'm going to be a mommy!"

I pulled my face from her pussy, my own cunt on fire. I panted as I stared at her flushed beauty. I grinned at her. "I am so happy that you're pregnant. This is wonderful news."

"Thanks, Mommy." She leaned back against the seat. "Ooh, you eat pussy so well."

"I love it," I told her. I sat up, my heart racing. I was starting to get worried about being caught with her.

"Mom," Avalon said, giving me a hard look, "you know, you never did tell me how it went."

"How what went?" I asked. I grabbed my purse to grab a wet wipe. I had pussy juices and cum dripping down my face.

"Your dinner date with Daddy. I never got the next part of the story. You and Daddy never told me. You promised to."

I smiled. "Mmm, well, you were having so much fun playing with your new toys the next day." I bought her a wand massager for her birthday. She loved using the thing. "So, tonight, we'll tell you a new bedtime story!"

"Yay!" she squealed.

I slipped into the front seat and set the car to drive us home. She joined me in the passenger seat and said, "I'm pregnant and getting a new bedtime story! This is such a wonderful day! College is awesome."

I rolled my eyes, "Wait until the homework starts piling up and we'll see how much you like it."

She blinked. "Let's not talk about that. Let's just focus on getting ready for my bedtime story, okay?"

She sounded so grown up and so childish all at the same time. A catch filled my throat. She was growing up. She was going to be a mother. Tears burned in my eyes for a moment. I blinked them back as she babbled about the fun she had with her Daddy when she told him about being pregnant.

What a naughty girl.

The rest of the afternoon and evening passed in a blur. I drove Avalon home, made dinner, and then we ate as a family. Avalon was bouncing with excitement, pregnant and horny and eager to hear about that magical evening.

Three times, we had to make her sit her down and work on her homework. She was lucky not to be in trouble for skipping class, but she had a note from Nurse Wilson. Jenny was a good friend of mine. We had bonded near the end of our freshman year when we were both round and pregnant, bred by a family member. Her mother had been my gynecologist.

Finally, it was bedtime.

Avalon was waiting for us, naked and nubile, squirming on the bed, her round breasts jiggling. She had such a feverish light in her eyes. I turned off the light, slipped out of my robe, and sauntered naked to the bed. Daddy pushed off his shorts and joined us. We slipped around our daughter.

"I was so nervous as I got ready for that night," I told my daughter. She latched onto my nipple and suckled like a baby. I groaned, my pussy clenching at the wicked heat that surged through me. "I had to be perfect. My makeup. My hair. It felt like a real date even though he was my father. I felt guilty about these emotions, but he'd awakened me to what a handsome man he was."

"I was sweating bullets waiting for you," Daddy said. "And then you came down the stairs..."

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Coach Harrison "Harry" Young -- October 2018

My stomach twisted and writhed. I wanted this night to be perfect. I wanted to guide her towards being my lover. I was certain I loved Michelle for herself, and not because she was replacing her mother. My chest felt so tight. I was ready to move on. To have happiness again.

Even if it were illegal. My gorgeous daughter...

I'd be crucified if the truth ever came out, but I didn't care.

The stairs creaked. My heart beat exploded into a wild gallop as my gaze shot to the stairs. The rustle of clothing. Then her feet appeared. She wore heels. I'd never seen her wear heels. They were black, a single strap around her ankle. Only two inches, but they were breathtaking. More and more of her slender legs appeared. Her thighs were lush and sleek.

Then her black skirt appeared. It had a shimmer to the cloth. It swirled about her legs and then clung to her hips. My heart pounded, my cock twitching. The cloth cupped her small breasts. They had a firm jiggle to them, the cloth hugging them. It was clear she wore no bra. The cloth covering her breasts narrowed to thin straps that went around her neck and tied into a knot, the only thing holding up the dress. Her shoulders were bare, her red hair falling down to kiss her pale skin. Dangling from her ears were diamonds. Her mother's earrings. I'd given my daughter all of Rachel's jewelry after she passed.

All save for my wife's wedding band.

I groaned as I saw her face. She looked so adult. Her makeup had transformed her form my little girl into a woman. Eighteen but gorgeous. My heart wanted to fall out of my chest. I swallowed, the heat pumping through my veins. My stomach roiled. This was really happening. My little girl...

She stopped before me, staring up at me with this expectant look on her face. "Do I...?"

The trepidation in her voice made my heart ache. "Oh, Michelle, you're breathtaking. You look like a woman." I grabbed her arms, pulling her close. My thumbs stroked her silky, warm skin. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to just plant my lips on her. "I can't believe how amazing you look. You're gorgeous, honey. You're a beautiful woman."

This wonderful, innocent blush crossed her cheek. She had no idea what I wanted to do to her. How I wanted to pin her to the wall and kiss her. Love her. I wanted to hold her in my arms and never let her go.

How could I tell her? How could I let her know the depths of my feelings without frightening her? I didn't want to scar my daughter. I felt like such a beast for wanting to ravage such a young, innocent creature. Virginal. Sweet. Delicate.

I beat down my lust. "Shall we?"

I offered my arm, my black evening jacket over it. I hadn't worn it in years. It was a little tight, but it fit. She took it, her fingers delicate as they clasped my wrist. She smelled radiant, this sweet, flowery perfume. I breathed in and...

It was her mother's favorite scent, Chanel Coco Mademoiselle Eau De Parfum. It must have come from the bottle I bought right before Rachel passed. The scent tingled my nose. I fought back the tears.

"Do I really look beautiful?" she asked.

I cleared my throat. "Honey, you are radiant."

"Like Mom?"

I hesitated. "Honey, your mother was a beautiful rose, and you... you're a blossoming tulip. You're both gorgeous, but you're not your mother. You are your own woman. I'm lucky to have had you both in my life."

She beamed at that. Then she leaned up and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I felt the heat of her lips on me the entire way to the restaurant. I wanted to keep reaching over and touch her. To caress her legs as she sat beside me, trying to look so adult and yet... there was this hesitation in her. She wasn't completely sure of herself. She was hovering on that wonderful line between maturity and innocence.

I couldn't help myself. I casually put my hand on her knee, feeling her warm skin. I squeezed her. "You are just gorgeous."

"Daddy," she said, her voice strained. "You don't have to keep saying that."

"Sorry," I said, my thumb stroking her skin, getting her used to my touch. "I'm just realizing that you're a woman. That my little girl has blossomed into a beautiful flower."

A flower I wanted to pluck.

She smiled at me, bright and innocent. She had no idea what I wanted to do to her. That this wasn't just a father complimenting his daughter. My chest was so tight on the drive to the restaurant. I kept my hand on her leg and the other on the steering wheel.

We arrived at the restaurant, a cozy, Italian delight that had been my wife's favorite restaurant. I slipped out of the car and hurried around. I opened the door and took Michelle's hand. Her bright-red cheeks dimpled as she smiled. She let out a giddy giggle as I took her arm.

"I always wanted to come here," she said. "Mom always talked about how she loved it when you took her here. Made her feel special."

"She was special," I said. "So are you. You deserve this."

She pressed closer to me, clutching tight to my arm.

We entered the restaurant, our reservation waiting. The maître d didn't bat an eye. My daughter looked so grown up, so he must have assumed she's my date and not my daughter. That sent a wicked thrill through me.

"Follow me, Mr. Young," the maître'd said, a bright smile on his face.

He led us through the restaurant. My daughter clung to my arm, trying to act adult even as I could feel her girlish energy animating her. We passed other couples eating their dinner, enjoying their evening. We moved through the restaurant to the back where a cozy table lay. The maître d lit the candle in the center then nodded to us.

The place had a dark, romantic atmosphere.

A nervous squirm ran through me. Was it too much? Would she realize it?

"This is amazing," she said as I held out the chair for her.

I smiled, my eyes falling down her cleavage as she sat down. I felt like such a perv, but she was mouthwateringly gorgeous. My cock ached in my slacks. I wanted to adjust myself as I headed around the small table.

I sat across from Michelle. I couldn't help but stare into her face lit by the dancing candle flame. She had a big grin on her face. She looked around, drinking it in. She sat straight, her little breasts cupped in her black dress.

"This is so amazing," she said, looking around. "I can't believe we're doing this, Daddy."

"Me, either," I said, my mouth so dry. "You can get whatever you want. No matter how expensive."

Her eyes lit up. She glanced at the menu for a moment. "I don't even know where to begin. Mommy used to say that you'd order for her. That it was, um, fun when the guy did it for his date. And, well..."

"Sure," I said, smiling at her. "I know just what to get you."

She smiled again and then her blush seemed to spread down her neck. She glanced at the wine glass, her fingers playing with it. Her digits were so delicate, her nails painted an elegant red. The hue matched her lipstick.

Striking.

I wanted to reach across the table and take her hands. The tightness in my chest grew and grew. She was gorgeous. I didn't care that she was my daughter. That she was only eighteen, half my age. She was perfect. The candlelight danced in her blue eyes.

"Um, if you want, you can have some champagne," I said. "I won't tell anyone."

She giggled. "Neither will I."

We shared a smile. It was so natural, like she'd been my lover all her life. My blood pumped so hot through my veins. Our eyes connected. Was it my imagination? Did I feel this magnetic pull to her? Did she feel it? My hands flexed, wanting to take hers, to say the words beating in my heart.

Then she looked away.

She glanced around at the others. I took a deep breath. I needed to control myself. She thought I was just being a sweet father. I couldn't start reading more into it. I had to go slow. She was just blossoming.

If I rushed her, I would bruise her petals.

"This is wonderful," she said, her eyes sweeping around. She glanced at the wall beside us, noticing the carving on the trim. "I feel like I'm your date, not your daughter."

"Yeah," I said. "You could pretend, you know. That we're on a date." Was that too far?

She licked her ruby-red lips. They were so bright. So kissable. "Okay. I think that sounds fun. I mean... I feel so grown up and..." She looked down at her dress. "I can't believe I'm wearing this. It's so... so sophisticated."

"It fits you," I said. "You're becoming a woman. You are just radiant."

Her eyes lit up. She beamed at me. God, I wanted to kiss her. Just grab her hands. Say those words. She had to hear them. I couldn't be a coward. I had to ease her in, and those words... They might just do it.

They worked on her mother.

"Thank you," Michelle said. "For this dress. For this evening. I just..." She swallowed. "I'm just so glad to see you smiling again."

"It's hard not to when I have such a wonderful daughter." My hands reached across the table. I had to do this. I took her hands. I gripped them. They felt so warm. Her fingers clenched about mine. Her eyes widened. "You are special, Michelle."

"Daddy," she said, her blush deepening. She squirmed. Her breath quickened, her small breasts rising in her blouse. The diamond earrings she wore glinted. "You're wonderful, too. I just..." She swallowed, shaking her head. "This is a special evening. Thank you."

"You're welcome." I took a deep breath and squeezed her hands. "I just love you so much. You know that?"

My heart thundered against the pressure squeezing about my chest as I waited for her answer. What would she think? That I was just being her father, or would she realize I meant more. That I wanted this to be a date for real.

I wanted to kiss her. To love her. I wanted to hear her answer.

To be continued...