The Daddy Baby-Daddy

When she was 21, my daughter met a man. A year and a half later, I walked her down the aisle and gave her away to him.

I liked Garrett. He was smart and funny. We had a lot of fun watching sports together over the years, and he seemed to make my little girl, Brenda, happy.

If I had one complaint about him, and admittedly it was very shallow of me, he wasn't the best looking guy in the world. I wondered to myself sometimes what had attracted Brenda to him in the first place. I figured he must have had some serious game to get my little girl to go out with him.

He had kind of a big nose and a narrow face that made his nose look even bigger. He was thin, almost painfully so, and gangly. He had bushy eyebrows and narrow eyes.

I knew I was an asshole for thinking it, but when I met him, I thought, It's a good thing he's smart.

My daughter, on the other hand, was gorgeous. She had long dirty blonde hair and hypnotic blue eyes. I found her body to be spectacular, although I'm sure some guys would have called her chubby or curvy. Her breasts were large and capped with hard brown nipples that she loved to have sucked. She had wide, child-bearing hips that were a pleasure to hold when taking her from behind. Her ass would giggle in the most sexy way when she wiggled it during sex. Her pussy was juicy, tight, and completely shaved.

You are probably wondering how I knew such things about my own daughter. The truth is she and I were lovers for a year before she met Garrett.

It had started innocently enough, when she was 20. We were watching a movie about three years after we had buried my wife. She had suffered for a couple years with cancer until she finally lost the fight. I had become a recluse and my daughter made sure to come home from college as often as she could to provide me with support, company, and human contact.

The night we were watching a movie, we were having a few drinks, and we were sharing a blanket. It was a chilly winter night.

I was acutely aware of the heat from my daughter's body. She had been wearing only a filmy tee shirt and short shorts. I had watched her grow into a beautiful woman, and then, almost before I knew it, she was snuggling with me on the couch the way her mother had done so many times. I had dreamed of being intimate with her since she was 18, and my fantasy was right next to me, practically taunting me.

It was certainly a combination of the alcohol, the setting, and my own desire that led me to kiss my little girl, but the moment I did it, I thought she would pull away in disgust and run out the door. I was terrified she would do exactly that, but I already had my lips against hers. It was too late to turn back.

Then, she was kissing me back, pushing her tongue into my mouth.

The next thing I knew, my daughter had my hard cock in her mouth. She was licking my shaft and my balls, looking up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes, and smiling as she caressed the swollen head of my cock with her lips.

She had me throbbing with her mouth, quickly approaching orgasm when she stood up and slid her shorts off. It was only then that I discovered she wasn't wearing panties. I wondered if she had planned this moment.

I didn't have time to think about it long as I pulled her close to me and dipped my tongue into her already wet twat.

I quickly found her clit and rubbed it with my tongue. She moved her hips against me and put one foot on the couch next to me, allowing me better access to her.

My hands held her full ass and she took her top off. I looked up at her magnificent breasts for a moment before moving one hand up to gently pinch one of her hard nipples.

"Daddy, you are so good at that. Lick my pussy, daddy."

Her voice, and the words she was saying, were music in my ears. I wanted to make her cum on my tongue. I didn't have to wait long.

"Daddy, please don't stop. It feels so good!"

I wouldn't have stopped if a team of horses had been trying to pull me off her. I was dying to taste her juice and I wasn't going to be denied.

"Daddy, I'm going to cum!"

She started humming and her hips wiggled. She put her hands on my head and I felt her body tense up as her humming increased in volume.

Suddenly, she groaned, "Oh, daddy, I'm cumming! OH, FUCK! OH, MY GOD, YES! YYYYYEEESSS!!"

Fresh juice poured out of her hole and I greedily lapped it up. She tasted delicious, as I had suspected she would.

Before I knew it, she pushed me back on the couch and was rolling a condom on me. She guided my turgid cock into her waiting, willing pussy.

My daughter held her breasts up to me, offering them to me and I hungrily suckled her. She held my head and smiled at me as I sucked her nipples and her pussy caressed my shaft as she rode me.

Brenda was so excited she came hard as she rode me, but was careful not to let me cum yet. When she sensed I was close, she was slow down and let me calm down until I was back off the edge. It was a command performance by a woman who knew exactly what she was doing. I was in awe of her sexual skill.

After I had given her and orgasm on my face, and several riding me, she asked me how I wanted to cum. I told her I wanted to be on top and look into her eyes as I came. She said she liked the sound of that, and quickly laid on the couch with her legs spread wide.

I couldn't help looking at her. She was so beautiful, so sexy. She looked at me with her lust-filled blue eyes, she gently rubbed her clit and along her freshly-fuck and dripping slit. "Come get it, daddy."

I couldn't have resisted if I had wanted to.

In a flash I was on top of my daughter, driving my throbbing cock deep into her over and over. I was a madman, and she did everything in her power to make me cum as fast as she could. She whispered naughty words and thoughts. She touched my chest, my arms, and my ass as I pounded into her.

I erupted into the condom with a yell, "Oh, fuck, baby, I'm cumming so fucking hard!!" I wished she could feel my load flooding her. I knew it would never happen, but that didn't stop me wishing it.

We fucked so well that night, and several dozen nights after that. I took her from behind. I took her in the missionary position. I licked her sweet pussy until she came, and it was on my dick that she learned to suck cock and swallow cum.

We were lovers in every sense of the word.

And then she met Garrett. Once they became serious, she didn't feel right being with me anymore. I couldn't blame her. I wanted her to be a faithful woman, but I was also disappointed. I felt like I was losing a woman I cared so much about again. The only difference was that instead of getting to say goodbye to her and try to move on with my life, as I had managed to do when my wife passed, I had to endure seeing my little girl every time she came over to the house, and know that she would never feel about me the way I felt about her.

I was in love with my daughter, but it wasn't meant to be. I was crushed.

In time, I managed to swallow my pain and accept what I thought I never could. I welcomed Garrett into my family, and began to move on.

One day, Brenda came to the house. I welcomed her in as I always did, and I could tell something was on her mind. I knew probing her for the issue would be fruitless. She would tell me when she was ready, so I busied myself making dinner for us and making sure she was comfortable. I poured her a drink and she drank it as we made smalltalk.

Finally, as we ate, she said, "Daddy, what do you think of Garrett?"

I truthfully said, "I like him, princess. He is smart and funny. He clearly loves you and I haven't seen anything to indicate he is mean to you in any way. You seem happy and that makes me like him. Why?"

"This is going to sound terrible," she said, staring into my eyes.

"You can tell me anything," I prompted.

"You won't think less of me if I say something kind of messed up?"

"Of course not, baby. What's going on?"

"Well," she started. Then, she hesitated as if searching for the words. "It's just...well...okay, I want a baby."

"That's great, honey," I said, excited about the chance of being a grandfather. "You've been married for, what, three years? That's a good time to start a family."

"But, there's a problem."

"Doesn't Garrett want a baby?"

"No, he does. It's just...God, I'm such a bitch for even thinking this!"

"Honey, just spit it out and I will help you figure it out."

"Garrett is awesome. I love him so much, daddy. He does treat me like a queen. He is kind and gentle. He is smart and funny and considerate, as you said. It's just...," she trailed off again.

"What?"

"I don't know if I want a baby that looks like him," with those words, she broke down crying.

I raced to pull a chair next to her and put my arms around her. She sobbed into shirt and held me as if I was a life raft and she were adrift.

"I love him, daddy. Please don't think I don't," she sobbed. "But I know he is not the most good looking guy. I went out with him at first because he made me laugh. Then, as I got to know him, he made me think and made me feel so incredible; like I was the only woman on earth. Does that make sense?"

I said, "Yes, it certainly does."

"What can I do, daddy? I want a baby so badly, but I can't tell him I don't want our baby to look like him. I can't hurt him like that!

That admission let loose a torrent of words. "We have to have sex with the lights off, and never during the day. I tell him it's because I'm embarrassed of my body, but I'm really not. I'm comfortable with my body, daddy. I see guys checking me out all the time. You hate me, now, don't you? I understand if you do. I'm a complete bitch!"

I had nothing for her, so I told her the only thing I could think to say, "I don't hate you, princess. I love you." Then, I was quiet, not knowing what to say. I had never expected this to be an issue.

The room was filled with only the sound of my little girl crying and my inability to do anything about it.

She cried for a long time and finally I was forced to call Garrett and tell him she had had a little too much to drink and was staying at my place for the night.

I guided Brenda into her old room, laid her on her old bed, and rubbed her back until she finally fell asleep.

I covered her with a blanket after removing her shoes, and kissed her on her forehead before I left the room.

I went to my room and laid in bed for hours trying to figure out an answer to my little girl's problem before falling into my own fitful sleep.

The next day came and Brenda kissed me on the cheek and hugged me tight before she thanked me for listening to her badmouth her husband. She left to go back to him, and I could tell she was miserable.

I pondered the question for days and still could not think of anything for my daughter. There was simply no way for her to have a baby by someone else without Garrett knowing. And even if she could find someone who looked like Garrett, she would have to have sex with him, and I knew her well enough that she wouldn't want just some random hookup.

Then, it dawned on me. I called Brenda and asked her to come over when she had some time to talk.

She was busy until that Friday night. Garrett was leaving for a business trip Europe for two weeks that night. She asked if she could spend the time her husband was gone at my place so she wouldn't be alone. We would talk about her problem and watch movies, just like old times.

I was antsy all week. I couldn't wait to tell her what I thought of. I had the perfect solution.

I had dinner ready when she arrived on Friday and I waited for her to say, "So, are you going to tell me this great plan?"

I said, "It's actually simple. We go to a sperm bank and find a donor who looks enough like Garrett that he won't be suspicious when the baby is born."

Brenda just looked at me. Then, "A sperm bank?"

"Yeah. Good idea, huh?" I was actually very impressed with coming up with this idea, but I was getting a very lukewarm response from her.

"We can't afford that, and even if we could, Garrett would find out about it. I couldn't hide that from him. The money would come out of our bank account."

"Not if I paid for it," I smiled. "He would never know."

She smiled at me in a sad way, then said, "It's a good idea, daddy, but I don't want a sperm donor baby-daddy. I want my baby to be conceived in love."

I felt my smile fade from my face. Of course, I understood what she was saying, but I had felt so good when I thought I had her problem figured out.

I tried to make light of the situation by saying, "Are you in love with any other guys?"

She looked at me seriously and said, "Only you."

I felt my heart lift at those two words. I loved this woman in ways that were inappropriate, but I couldn't help it. She was my one-time lover, but also my daughter and I would never stop caring for and loving her.

"Well, I guess you're out of luck, angel," I said sadly.

"Why?" She asked, perking up a bit.

"What do you mean? You can't have my baby."

"Why not?"

"Honey, you can't have my baby. I'm your father."

"So? You're a man. I'm a woman. You could get me pregnant."

"I know I could, but there could be something wrong with the baby."

"I read somewhere that that is actually a remote possibility. The chances a baby made by you and me wouldn't have a statistically higher chance of problems than one with me and Garrett."

I was shocked. It sounded like she had been reading about this. I posed the question, "Have you been studying about inbreeding?"

"Well, yeah. I thought of it a while ago. I realized that the only way Garrett wouldn't know is if the baby looked more like me than him or anyone else. I don't want a stranger to impregnate me. I don't want any other man to just fuck a baby into me. I don't want a doctor implanting a fertilized egg into my womb. I want to make love with a man I love so I can tell our baby that its daddy loves it and have it be the absolute truth. I want your baby, daddy. Will you give me a baby?"

"Princess, do you understand what you're asking me?"

"Daddy, I'm asking you to be the father of my child. It would be our secret, just like the other secret we have. No one would know. These two weeks would be the perfect time. We can make love like we used to, only this time, without the condoms. When Garrett gets back, I will make love with him, but by then, you will have almost certainly gotten me pregnant. He will think the baby is his, and when it is born, it will look just like me because I look like you."

Despite myself, her plan was making sense to me. I knew it was almost certainly my little head doing the thinking instead of my big head, but I couldn't deny that I relished the idea of making love with my little girl again. I had missed her touch, her taste, the feel of her body against mine, moving with mine in perfect harmony.

"Let me think about it," I said.

"Okay," she said, happy that she had at least given me something to think about.

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully. We watched a movie, and then went to our separate beds.

She didn't pressure me, or even bring the subject up again that night. She just kissed me on the lips, pushed her tongue into my mouth, rubbed her hand over the front of my pajama pants, where my cock started getting hard, and said, "Goodnight, daddy. I love you."

I awoke in the dead of the night to the feeling of someone climbing onto my bed. I was confused, but only for a moment. When I heard Brenda's voice, I knew what was happening. "Daddy, I can't sleep. I'm used to having someone in bed with me. Can I sleep with you?"

"Of course, princess. I know what that feels like."

I pulled the sheets back and let her climb into bed with me. The room was dark, so I couldn't see what she had on, not that it mattered. I had seen her naked dozens of times. I slept naked, but new she wouldn't have a problem with that.

This is it, I thought. I'm going to put a baby in my daughter.

I had given up the pretense that I wasn't going to make love with my daughter. We both knew I wanted to, and we both knew she wanted to.

As she pulled her body close to mine, we moved into the spoons position, with me behind her. She was naked, too. She had always slept naked when we were lovers and I loved pulling her close to me.

"Oh, your feet are cold," I said as she put her feet against me.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, baby," I chuckled.

"Daddy, have you thought about what I asked you?"

"Yes, baby."

"And?"

By way of answer, I pulled my daughter close and kissed her hard and deep. She sighed into my mouth and her body pressed against mine. My arms encircled her and she wrapped hers around me. She threw a leg over my hip and as if it had a mind of its own, my cock slipped between smooth thighs and the head pressed against her swollen pussy lips.

I moved my head down and took one of her hard nipples in my mouth. She held my head to her and I imagined her holding the head of our baby to her breast. My cock throbbed and grew another half inch. The thought of my baby girl carrying my baby had me as hard as steel.

"Oh, yes, daddy. I've missed you," she groaned.

My fingers slipped between her legs and found her quim soaked with her desire. I quickly found her clit and rubbed the sensitive nub of flesh in slow circles.

Her little hand slid down my hairy stomach and gently grasped my raging-hard cock. She stroked me and moaned as I caressed her clit.

"Daddy," she gasped. "I want to feel you in my mouth."

I quickly pulled her on top of me, pulling her sexy, full ass toward my head while guiding her mouth to my swollen organ.

As her mouth closed over my head, I began to lap at her sweet pussy.

"Oh, princess, your pussy tastes so good!"

"Lick me, daddy," she cried. "Your cock feels so good in my mouth."

Her hand stroked my shaft as her mouth worked the head, and soon I felt a drop of pre-cum ooze out of me. Brenda said, "Mmmm. Thank you, daddy."

My daughter's pussy was positively dripping and I pushed a finger into her excited hole as I focused on her clit.

Brenda leaned up and ground her pussy on my face. I knew she was close to cumming because she started humming. It was always amusing to me that my daughter hummed when she was about to cum.

"Mmmmmm, oh, daddy, yes. Mmmmm. You lick me so good! MMMM!! Oh, fuck, I'm cumming, daddy! Oh, shit! OH, FUCK. OOOOOHHHHH!!"

I could feel her pussy spasms on my tongue and lips, and her body shook as my daughter came on my face. She soaked my face with her fragrant juice, and I lapped at her like a man dying of thirst.

As she came down, she climbed off me and kissed my face and lips. She had always loved the taste of her pussy on me. She especially liked sucking my cock after I had made her cum all over it, but I knew that would not happen tonight. She wanted my sperm in her womb today, not in her mouth.

"Daddy, you always make me cum so good with your tongue."

"I love making you cum, princess."

"Now, I want to feel you inside me."

She rolled so I was on top of her and I knew we had reached a pivotal moment. I was about to put my unprotected cock into my daughter. From the moment I did that, I could get her pregnant.

I stopped with the shaft of my cock sliding between her smooth, soft lips and along her clit.

"Are you sure about this, baby," I asked one last time.

She kissed me, pulled me to her so the head of my cock found her opening, and then trailed kisses to my ear. When her mouth was next to my ear, she whispered, "Put a baby in me, daddy. Fuck my pussy until you cum hard and deep inside me."

I slowly slid my cock into my daughter's waiting, willing, tight, wet pussy. It felt incredible.

"Ooooo, daddy. I think your cock got bigger," she said with a sultry voice as she lifted her hips to meet my thrust.