Male, 30s, reposts, captions as inspiration strikes me. Into pregnant women and women getting pregnant and pretty much every part of the process, some wincest, too. None of the pictures belong to me, unless watermarked as such.
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Whenever I would call my daughters out on their outrageous behavior they would just giggle and give me the "Oh, Daddy, you're silly!" look. And they'd jiggle. They'd giggle and jiggle. It went in phases too. Some days it would be a normal day, usually when their mother was around, but other days they were downright weird, stripping off their clothes as soon as they'd get home from school and being little nudists. What could I say besides put some clothes on? I couldn't ground them because then I'd have to explain why. I couldn't force them to get dressed either, so I spent more time alone in the bedroom and dodged the issue.
Then the texts started. They'd come from anonymous numbers but I'd receive pictures. The faces would always be blurred or cropped out, but the pictures would be of women doing intimate things. Sometimes intimate things with objects. It didn't take long to figure out, but it was them. They must have found an app or bought a burner phone to send the anonymous messages. I'd just delete them and ignore them, but I'd have to look at them to do it and so I was forced to look at, however briefly, pictures of my daughters pleasuring their tight young bodies and each other.
After that they started sending them when their mother was home, during family time at the dinner table or later at night while we were in bed. My wife got suspicious with the sudden increase in traffic on my phone and I should have just started turning it off, but I put a passcode on it instead and this must have made her suspicious, because this is when things between us began to go downhill and we had our first spat.
The girls must have heard it, because their next move was bold. They caught me out in my bedroom as I was getting out of the shower. I had a towel on, but they were sitting there on the bed, waiting for me. They politely asked to see "it." I, of course, refused and told them to get out, that this was getting out of control. Then they brought the hammer down. Show it to us or we tell mom that you're making us do this. I was caught - my marriage would end and almost assuredly legal action would follow. My life would be over. What choice did I have? I dropped the towel.
The Plan - Phase 3
First Strike
Whenever I would call my daughters out on their outrageous behavior they would just giggle and give me the "Oh, Daddy, you're silly!" look. And they'd jiggle. They'd giggle and jiggle. It went in phases too. Some days it would be a normal day, usually when their mother was around, but other days they were downright weird, stripping off their clothes as soon as they'd get home from school and being little nudists. What could I say besides put some clothes on? I couldn't ground them because then I'd have to explain why. I couldn't force them to get dressed either, so I spent more time alone in the bedroom and dodged the issue.
Then the texts started. They'd come from anonymous numbers but I'd receive pictures. The faces would always be blurred or cropped out, but the pictures would be of women doing intimate things. Sometimes intimate things with objects. It didn't take long to figure out, but it was them. They must have found an app or bought a burner phone to send the anonymous messages. I'd just delete them and ignore them, but I'd have to look at them to do it and so I was forced to look at, however briefly, pictures of my daughters pleasuring their tight young bodies and each other.
After that they started sending them when their mother was home, during family time at the dinner table or later at night while we were in bed. My wife got suspicious with the sudden increase in traffic on my phone and I should have just started turning it off, but I put a passcode on it instead and this must have made her suspicious, because this is when things between us began to go downhill and we had our first spat.
The girls must have heard it, because their next move was bold. They caught me out in my bedroom as I was getting out of the shower. I had a towel on, but they were sitting there on the bed, waiting for me. They politely asked to see "it." I, of course, refused and told them to get out, that this was getting out of control. Then they brought the hammer down. Show it to us or we tell mom that you're making us do this. I was caught - my marriage would end and almost assuredly legal action would follow. My life would be over. What choice did I have? I dropped the towel.
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