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so i agree. he helps me take my clothes off with calloused hands, subtly fondling my chest when he slips my shirt off and then my ass, all under the guise of being a bit clumsy. he'd never do it on purpose, or so he says. i return the favor, only shying away when he's down to his boxers. there's a bulge straining there and the sight makes something warm pool in my tummy.

"don't be shy, kiddo," he coaxes, "it's not weird, im your dad. we used to do this all the time."

i pull his boxers down hesitantly, having to drop to my knees to do so. his cock gets caught on the waistband and almost hits me in the face, a subtle musky scent wafting. it shouldn't make me drool a little, but it does. my tummy feels weird, tingly. dad brings his hand down to pump his cock once, twice before he helps me to my feet.

"c'mon, son," he leads me into the shower after he turns the water to a temperature we both like. the hot water pelts us and i almost forget my dad's behind me until i feel his hands on my hips and his cock pressing against my lower back. fuck, he's big. much bigger than me.

"uh, dad-"

"look at you, all grown up," his voice is rough, his hand moving back to grab my ass and then softly slap it. i can feel my face turning red and i know this is wrong, that he shouldn't be touching me like this. i feel guilty for the wetness that gathers between my legs. "you make your dad proud, kid, you know that?"

he guides his cock between my thighs, the hard length pressing right against my cunt, his hips rocking lazily. "so fuckin' proud, baby. you've always been my favorite out of your siblings, you know that?"

"d-dad, wait- this is wrong," i try to protest, but my cunt feels so good when he grinds his cock against it, and my hips are rocking back and i just can't help it.

"i helped make you, bubs, it's not wrong. you're just thanking me, that's all. bend over for your old man, hm?" it's not like i have a choice. he forces me to bend forward, lining himself up with my dripping entrance and violating my cunt.

even as i struggle, he fucks into me like he's trying to put a baby inside of me. it hurts and feels good at the same time, tears steaming down my cheeks that get lost in the stream of the shower. his hands forcing my hips back, the weight of him pressing against me shouldn't make me squeeze and clench around him. i should be crying harder, trying to force him off of me for the same reason im not. he's my dad, he made me, i should be thankful he's not hurting me. he loves me, said i was his favorite.

his thrusts get sloppier as he reaches his peak and spills a hot, viscous load with his tip pressed against my cervix. it's like i can feel it flooding my womb, and fuck does it feel like heaven. dad doesn't stop fucking me until his cock goes soft, and once it does, he puts a hand between my legs to rub my clit until i cum. he keeps his cock inside of me, twitching and pulsing back to life as my own orgasm washes over me.

"c'mon, son, don't get all tired on me now, huh? the water's still warm. we haven't even gotten clean yet." his hips rut lazily against mine as he grabs the body wash i like and lathers some in his hands, spreading it over what he can reach of my body. the water goes cold by the time we're done and im dripping with cum when i go to bed, praying to god i don't get pregnant.

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“ughhh..that’s the good stuff…such a good baby boy, taking daddy’s cock so well…”

i whine against mommy’s breast but she strokes my hair and whispers in my ear

“shhh..be a good boy for mommy and take daddy’s cock…shh..”