Not too many ladies can say this, but I have a baby girl with my own father. If you told me I was gonna have a daughter with my father two years before, I would have slapped you. We named our daughter Robin, not for any particular reason. Right after Robin's first birthday, he gave me a rather big surprise. I honestly didn't see it coming, but I was happy with it.
One thing we loved to do together, was play miniature golf. We went usually once a week, because it was cheap, and it certainly entertained us. Although, there was one hole on the course that I always seemed to screw up. It was one with a little ramp, so the ball would go flying, and I would have to go get it. One Saturday, we went golfing, and we got to that particular hole.
"Okay, sweetie, just take your time," my dad said.
I took in a deep breath, and hit the ball. Just like every other time, I hit it too hard, and it went flying.
"Damn it," I said.
"You better go get it," he replied.
Little did I know, he had someone do him a small favor. I went searching for the ball, but I had no luck. That was because the ball wasn't there, although there was something for me to find. I found a small black box just sitting there, about where I thought the ball would be. At first, I had no idea what it was. I picked it up thinking somebody lost it, but I thought I just see what it was first. Then I was gonna turn it in. I walked up to my dad, and wondered if he knew what it was.
"It looks like someone lost earrings, or something," I said.
"Really, or could it be something else?" he wondered.
Skeptical as I was, I opened the box, to find an engagement ring. It was beyond beautiful, and I wished I could keep it. I looked over at my dad, and he slowly leaned down on one knee. Of course, we managed to catch quite a few eyes.
"Debbie, I love you more you'll ever know. You've been my pride and joy for many years now, and we have a wonderful daughter, that I just adore. I love you so much, it hurts. I want to be with you for the rest of my life, and I want to raise our little girl together too. I know all these people have no idea I'm your father, so it's not weird to propose here. So, Debbie, will marry me?" he asked.
I only cried that much three times: when Robin was born, when my mom passed, and that moment. I accepted, and he took the ring out. He slid it on my finger, and we got everyone to clap. So, that was one very happy day. I only wished Robin was there to see it, even though she'd have no idea what was going on. After that, we went to dinner, and celebrated. He had me get the most expensive thing on the menu. After dinner, we went home, and I called his friend that was taking care of Robin. Little did his friend know, that Scott was the father.
He told his friend that the baby was mine, and the father was just some ex-boyfriend of mine. Anyway, I found out that Robin was asleep, and doing well. I was a somewhat young woman, and she was my firstborn, so I couldn't help it. Then I found myself laying on top of my dad, on the couch. My back was to his stomach, and we were watching TV together. He wasn't just my father, the father of my baby, or my husband. He was all three, and I wasn't too sure I could score a better guy. When I saw him with my mom, they were pretty happy together. I couldn't say what happened during intimate times, although I knew they had a solid relationship.
After we let our food rest for a little while, he gave me a kiss on the lips, and told me how much he loved me. He also told me there was no way he could possibly ever leave me. I was quite happy with what he said on the golf course, but that was icing on the cake. Then he had me get up off him, and then he got up too. He got right in front of me, and just glared at me. As if I was literally the only thing in his universe, and he was just staring into my soul. He smiled, and leaned over to kiss me. Then he leaned down towards my neck, and began licking it slowly.
"What are you doing?" I wondered, as I giggled.
"Licking you," he confessed.
I just giggled some more, and let him have some fun with his tongue. He got close, and I felt that he had wood.
"You find something you like down there?" he pondered.
"Maybe," I let him know.
"Do you mind, if I take my fiancé to bed?" he inquired.
"I'd like nothing better," I told him.
He picked me up, with my legs in one arm, and my back in the other. He turned off the light, and took me to our room. He shut the bedroom door, and set me on the bed. I was finally going to get to make love to my finance, or so I thought. He got on the other side of the bed, with a small gap between us, and looked at me.
"It's gonna be difficult to make love to me, when you are over there," I told him.
"Maybe I just want to stare at your beautiful face for a minute first," he put on the record.
"You didn't get enough of it a little while ago?" I wondered.
He didn't answer, and just continued to stare for a couple minutes. Then he slowly came towards me, and got on top of me.
"You know, from this angle, I have a must better view," he said.
"The best view there is," I replied.
Then he laid his head on my boobs. Obviously they got bigger, and he wasn't complaining.
"Oh, there is nothing softer than my daughter's breasts," he moaned.
"Thank you, I guess," I said.
Then he grabbed my right hand, and took a look at the ring. I guess he needed to see it on my finger again.
"Are you happy with the ring, or would you have wanted your mom's ring?" he wondered.
"Well, she was buried with it, so it would be hard to give it to me. I love this one, dad. It's nice, and sexy," I told him.
"I'm glad you like it," he let out.
He kissed me again, and then slowly undid my skirt. We were in nice clothes, sense we were at a nice restaurant. After he took it off me, he began unbuttoning my shirt. It only had four buttons, and once they were all undone, he had me lean up.
"Arms up," he said.
I lifted up my arms, and he took off my shirt. As he was on his knees, I began undoing his pants, and pushed them down for him.
"Damn, you must be in a hurry," he mentioned.
"Maybe," I replied.
He smiled, and sat down, to take his pants off. He took off his tie, and tux. That just left him in his under shirt, and boxers. Then he got on top of me again, and put his hands underneath me. He went straight for my bra, and unclasped it. He threw it right on the floor, and then dove in face first.
"Whoa, dad, these boobs aren't going anywhere, you don't gotta go nuts," I said.
"Hey, I wanna have fun with my finance, is that a crime?" he wondered.
"No, but it looked like you were gonna bite my nipples. You wouldn't wanna do that, would you?" I pondered.
I had him smiling again, and I took a lot of pride in my huge ability to make him smile like that. It was almost like a magic trick.
"No, why would I do that? You know I hate it when you shed physical pain tears," he replied.
I kissed him once, and then he went back into my boobs. He grabbed onto my tits, and gave them a squeeze. I knew he was a boobs man, but he took that to a whole new level. I almost thought he was gonna name each of my breasts. He played with them for a few minutes, and made the motor boat sounds. I thought it was cute. Anyway, he eventually leaned down, and began licking my nipples. I had to lean my head back, and take in a very deep breath again. I guess I just always had to prep myself a little bit, before he titillated me.
"Oh, yes, daddy. I've been a bad little girl, you should teach me titillating lesson," I said in the heat of the moment.
"Already than, little girl," he said, as he laughed a bit.
He had some more fun with my tits, and then he went down to my panties. They were as wet as an ocean, and he made sure to feel them first. He felt his fingers get wet, and then he got that same smile on his face. He brought his fingers to his mouth, and licked them.
"That is so damn hot, dad. It's hotter than hell," I confessed.
"If you like that, then you will love this," he told me, as he pulled my panties off.
He admired my wet panties for a minute, then he threw them on the floor. After that, he dove in face first again. Only into my pussy this time. I immediately closed my eyes, and inhaled very sharply. I let out a very satisfying moan, and his face was drenched.
"Damn, I love this woman," he said slowly, as he leaned up slightly.
He went right back in, and kept eating my pussy. Amazingly, in that time, he had gotten even better at eating my pussy. He always made me wanna cum in just a couple minutes, without hitting my g-spot. He perfected his technique, and took pride in being able to pleasure me like a pro.
"Yes, daddy, I want to get the sheets wet again, make me cum," I moaned.
"How can I deny you that wish?" he pondered.
He spread out my pussy lips, and inserted his entire tongue in there. The first time we had sex after Robin was born, I swore I'd never leave him. His pussy eating skills were just that good. I put my hands onto my boobs, and gave them an extra big squeeze.
"Oh, shit, that's good, dad. Keep that tongue in my pussy!" I screamed.
I was sweating very rapidly, and I felt like exploding already. I wasn't surprised, but a little disappointed. I wanted to last, but it just wasn't gonna happen.
"Oh, I fucking love you, dad!" I screamed.
Just as I expected, I exploded all over his face a little too soon. Even though it happened so quickly, it was still quite satisfying. He climbed up on top of me, and laid his lips on mine.
"I'm sorry, I guess I don't know my own strength," he confessed.
Then he undid his pants, and I slowly pushed them down. He didn't even push his boxers down too, he just pulled his cock out, and stuck it in.
"Shit, it feels so damn good, dad. I love your cock," I moaned.
He smiled, and put his hands onto the back of my head. He leaned forward to kiss me, and I was sure he got his cock in there a little bit further. I had to wonder if I actually got his cock bigger. I sucked on it, and had it in my pussy hundreds of times too. That was the only explanation I could think of. I definitely felt a difference just then.
"Your cock is so big, dad," I moaned.
"Thanks to my hot daughter," he confessed.
Then an idea came into my head.
"When you are about to cum, will you cum on my boobs?" I pondered.
That was like asking him if he'd like to win a free trip to the Playboy mansion.
"I'd love to, sweetheart," he replied.
He made love to me, and eventually took off his boxers. As they were off, we both got onto our sides. We faced each other, and he continued to thrust his cock slowly.
"You are the best thing that ever happened to me, Debbie. You are my world, and then some," he said sweetly.
I wrapped both of my arms around him, and put my hands onto his back. I got a little closer, and put my head onto his left shoulder. He whispered that he loved me many times, and I did the same. It was definitely love, not lust, or anything else. Then he was about to prove it again.
"What would you think about me getting you pregnant again?" he inquired.
He caught me off guard there, I didn't know what to say, or think.
"You want more kids?" I wondered.
"Well, I love the two I have, and it's just something I've thought about. It'll be your body that goes through another pregnancy. So I just thought I'd bounce it off you, and see what you thought," he explained.
I wasn't too sure I'd want to go through that all again so soon. Robin had just turned a year old, and there would be a lot more mothering time with her to come.
"Well, I'd love to have another baby with you, but I think it's a little soon. Robin just turned one, you know what I mean?" I asked.
He smiled, and kissed me again.
"I know, Debbie. I just wanted to ask you about it," he confessed.
"Okay, dad," I said.
He put a little more strength into his arms, and I thought he was about to crush me. He loved me to no end, even when I said 'Not right now.' to another baby. I wasn't gonna find a better guy anywhere. Then he began moaning, and I wanted every drop on my boobs.
"Cum on my boobs, dad. Cum a river right onto them," I demanded.
He pulled out, and I got onto my back. He got onto his knees, and put his cock right over my tits. He stroked it a few times, and let it all come out. At least three quarters of it got onto my boobs, which I loved. He stayed on his knees, and eyeballed me. I felt his cum, and looked right back at him.
"Maybe, sooner or later, I'll have you shoot this into my pussy," I said.
He got down with me, and cuddled with me. He felt my cum soaked boobs, and smiled.
"Do you mean that?" he wanted to know.
"Well, as long as it's another girl. I like you being the only man here," I let him know.
We had sex a few more times, and discussed having another baby sooner or later. I was sure it would happen in the coming years. Although, for the time being, I was just happy that my daddy proposed to me.
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