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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I
woke up early, as was my habit and found two nubile female forms still in my
bed, curled up against me. I enjoyed the
sensation, trailing gentle fingers over the little wonders I had created 18
years ago. I enjoyed handfuls of flesh,
now grown to fertile maturity, a mouthful of nipple, the crowning glory of
womanhood. I worked my fingers into the
gap between their legs and felt my cum, dry and flaky on their thighs but still
warm and sticky as I explored inward.
The
girls squirmed and awoke to my fingers and giggled as they stretched out and we
began the process of exploring each other’s bodies again. I rolled my youngest on top of me and planted
her straight on top of my morning glory.
She rode and bucked as if we were a slow-motion rodeo. She arched her back pushing her breasts out
and reached her arms up to the ceiling as I gripped her breasts and squeezed. When my cock twitched again, I let my hands
drop to her hips and held her tight.
I
expelled what sperm my balls had been able to produce overnight up into her and
rolled her off to the side so her sister could take her place before I went
flaccid. Her older sister only got what
seed was left on my pole after her sister was done, but she seemed happy enough
to have more of me swimming in her. I
rubbed her flat tummy, knowing that in the next few months that it would start
to get round and domed. Stretched tight
with the baby seed I was filling her with.
None of us said anything, luxuriating in the morning sun coming through
the window. My youngest daughter was
sitting to the side, idly rubbing her flat abs too, passing her fingers over
the flat area between her slit and her navel where we had done our work. I could see it in her eyes, she was utterly
content and satisfied. This is what they
had wanted all along.
I called them in sick to school and likewise took a sick day from work. We decided it was going to be a daddy-daughter day. After taking quick showers, we hopped into the car and went a few towns over. We ate lunch at a local joint and did touristy things; we played a few rounds of mini golf and found an old arcade that smelled like it was from 1992.
We
won enough tickets to get them each a small, gaudy, stuffed animal, which was
fortunate because when we pulled off the highway to an old, out of business,
gas station, they needed to bite down on it as I filled each of them up with
another dose of mommy makers. The
property was abandoned, but we found a nook out of sight anyway in case someone
drove by. After their first few moans
and squeaks echoed, we used the bears to muffle their cries. Once I’d filled their tanks up, we got back
in the car and drove home. We got back
before their mother and all was well for the next few weeks.
When
their mother left for overnight shifts, they’d scurry into my bed. My little girls, becoming grown women learning
little twists and tricks to leave me gasping as I filled them with love and found
pleasure that I hadn’t known in years.
My guilt sank and spun away into the depths. These bodies, young, firm, fertile, were
meant for this. They were smart girls,
near the top of their class, but this was their true purpose, brains drowning
in pleasure as they lay on the sheets, legs spread wide and the little slit
between them fulfilled as only a man can do.
Their tits shaking as they were rocked back and forth on the squeaking
mattress. Math, science, history, and
politics – these things didn’t matter as they exulted in the discovery of the
pure sensuality their bodies could deliver with the commonly available cock,
and they didn’t even have to leave the house.
Our
period of blissful rutting and exploration came to a sudden and shocking end
one evening. It was late spring coming
up to summer. The girls were planning
their graduation festivities (the normal sort) and I was downstairs in the
kitchen cleaning up after dinner when my wife stormed into the kitchen. I’d never seen that particular look on her
face, a mixture of fury, shock and betrayal.
She had a bundle in her hands that she dropped on the table: four different
pairs of panties, all white with crusted, dried semen. The cherry on top was a burner phone,
unlocked, and a picture of me and one of the girls on the screen, fully impaled
on my member. It was one of the pictures
they had taken at the start of all of this, artfully cropped to make
identification of them impossible.
She
yelled, raged, and screamed. She sobbed
and cried. She asked questions and
demanded answers. The one saving grace
was that she didn’t seem to know that it was her own daughters who had made a
fool of her. There was nothing I could
say, so I said nothing.
The Plan – Phase 9
The Trap Sprung
I woke up early, as was my habit and found two nubile female forms still in my bed, curled up against me. I enjoyed the sensation, trailing gentle fingers over the little wonders I had created 18 years ago. I enjoyed handfuls of flesh, now grown to fertile maturity, a mouthful of nipple, the crowning glory of womanhood. I worked my fingers into the gap between their legs and felt my cum, dry and flaky on their thighs but still warm and sticky as I explored inward.
The girls squirmed and awoke to my fingers and giggled as they stretched out and we began the process of exploring each other’s bodies again. I rolled my youngest on top of me and planted her straight on top of my morning glory. She rode and bucked as if we were a slow-motion rodeo. She arched her back pushing her breasts out and reached her arms up to the ceiling as I gripped her breasts and squeezed. When my cock twitched again, I let my hands drop to her hips and held her tight.
I expelled what sperm my balls had been able to produce overnight up into her and rolled her off to the side so her sister could take her place before I went flaccid. Her older sister only got what seed was left on my pole after her sister was done, but she seemed happy enough to have more of me swimming in her. I rubbed her flat tummy, knowing that in the next few months that it would start to get round and domed. Stretched tight with the baby seed I was filling her with. None of us said anything, luxuriating in the morning sun coming through the window. My youngest daughter was sitting to the side, idly rubbing her flat abs too, passing her fingers over the flat area between her slit and her navel where we had done our work. I could see it in her eyes, she was utterly content and satisfied. This is what they had wanted all along.
I called them in sick to school and likewise took a sick day from work. We decided it was going to be a daddy-daughter day. After taking quick showers, we hopped into the car and went a few towns over. We ate lunch at a local joint and did touristy things; we played a few rounds of mini golf and found an old arcade that smelled like it was from 1992.
We won enough tickets to get them each a small, gaudy, stuffed animal, which was fortunate because when we pulled off the highway to an old, out of business, gas station, they needed to bite down on it as I filled each of them up with another dose of mommy makers. The property was abandoned, but we found a nook out of sight anyway in case someone drove by. After their first few moans and squeaks echoed, we used the bears to muffle their cries. Once I’d filled their tanks up, we got back in the car and drove home. We got back before their mother and all was well for the next few weeks.
When their mother left for overnight shifts, they’d scurry into my bed. My little girls, becoming grown women learning little twists and tricks to leave me gasping as I filled them with love and found pleasure that I hadn’t known in years. My guilt sank and spun away into the depths. These bodies, young, firm, fertile, were meant for this. They were smart girls, near the top of their class, but this was their true purpose, brains drowning in pleasure as they lay on the sheets, legs spread wide and the little slit between them fulfilled as only a man can do. Their tits shaking as they were rocked back and forth on the squeaking mattress. Math, science, history, and politics – these things didn’t matter as they exulted in the discovery of the pure sensuality their bodies could deliver with the commonly available cock, and they didn’t even have to leave the house.
Our period of blissful rutting and exploration came to a sudden and shocking end one evening. It was late spring coming up to summer. The girls were planning their graduation festivities (the normal sort) and I was downstairs in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner when my wife stormed into the kitchen. I’d never seen that particular look on her face, a mixture of fury, shock and betrayal. She had a bundle in her hands that she dropped on the table: four different pairs of panties, all white with crusted, dried semen. The cherry on top was a burner phone, unlocked, and a picture of me and one of the girls on the screen, fully impaled on my member. It was one of the pictures they had taken at the start of all of this, artfully cropped to make identification of them impossible.
She yelled, raged, and screamed. She sobbed and cried. She asked questions and demanded answers. The one saving grace was that she didn’t seem to know that it was her own daughters who had made a fool of her. There was nothing I could say, so I said nothing.
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