Melanie's Bout of Baby Fever

"Thank you, Gramps" she said with a slight snicker, but with some real genuineness behind it. That took me aback. Why was she thanking me? She answered my unspoken question. "You took what I said seriously. We joke, sure, but you didn't just dismiss me as some horny little girl. I am that, of course, but you actually care. No one ever really has but you, Daddy." She smiled and reached up to cup my scruffy cheek with her palm. I smiled right back at her, proud he could make her happy like this. She then playfully lifted her hand off my face and give me some light, playful slaps to my chest, laughing out "But... Lamaze coach? Seriously? That was your first question?"

I pulled her in for a hug while I was laughing with her. "Well, you know..." I tried to answer, but even I wasn't buying it. She piped in, "I'm sure they have people that can help. I can put out an ad or something if it's that important." We laughed some more at that, but I did eventually find my words. "Okay. That's a silly example, but that's not really what I was asking." I kissed her forehead and just inhaled her for a bit. There was so much to her scent. Complex, just like her. That shampoo and dish soap sure, some light sweat from the night, arousal for sure. Other things as well that were... well, it was just my girl. I don't know why her scent affected me, but it did. Calmed and centered me. Made me feel happy she was there.

I continued, "What I was trying to get at is how much are you really asking from me? Is it just a, 'I need sperm, and you've got the only dick around' kind of thing? Or are you really asking me to have a child with you. Be there with you by your side and in the thick of it raising our kid together? Because I'll be honest, I don't think I could half-ass something like this especially with an ass a full and amazing as yours." I hadn't said yes, but unlike last time, I also hadn't said no. I could see that same switch that went off the other night when she was drunk flip again. That switch that showed that she really was serious about making a baby with me and she was ready for it now.

She pulled me down for a kiss again, but this time on the lips. Not a heavy make out kiss, but one that came from her heart to be sure. "I know the risks. I'm well aware there might be problems. But I also know there's no one I want more to do this with me." She kissed me again, and said, "I love you, Daddy" in about the most genuine way I'd ever heard. Before I could tell I loved her too, she was giddily bouncing and turning around. Bracing her hands on the counter and pushing her ass back and onto my erection through our clothes. "Now, hurry up and fuck me already. I'm only this fertile for so long.... We're gonna have to do this a lot so it takes! And, maybe some more just for fun!" She had that giddy giggle that spoke to me like it only could speak to a daddy.

My hands naturally found her hips and as awkward as it felt, there was something oddly right about it too. There was no princess bed or roses. No candles. No wine over dinner. No romance. That wouldn't have felt like us. We weren't romantic because we were friends and buddies who were now turning into lovers. Our hearts were with each other, but now it was time for our bodies to follow. I still had a lot of questions, and I was sure we'd deal with them in time. But right now, I had a job to do. I had to make my not-so-little anymore girl happy. I had to make a baby inside her.

I peeled her leggings down her legs, leaving them at her knees. I would have tried to take them off completely, but the urgency of the moment won out. She had a charming impatience about her. I had a stray thought about wanting to warm her up. A little foreplay. Maybe eat her out a little. But I didn't have to worry about that at all. Her pussy was shiny and dripping so much it was making her legs glisten in the morning sunlight. She played the brat, ready for more. My hand ran across her furry folds. She kept it trim there, but left enough hair to keep her scent. Probably why I know her smell so well. Damn if I didn't love it. I'm sure she knew how it affected me.

I licked her flavor off my fingers and she playfully protested. "Dick out now, Daddy! Put your seed in me already. There will be time for that later." I slipped my sleep pants down to my knees and my cock plopped out and slapped her in the ass. "Yes, Ma'am!" I was aroused, sure, but also confused as all hell. Part of me was freaking out I was making a big mistake, but the way she called out to me made it clear there were no other practical options at this point. "But promise me, no matter what... no regrets, hon." I stroked my cock tip up and down her slick slit. Hesitating only for her answer to put it in.

"No regrets, Dad! Never. Never ever!" And with that, at 7:17 AM on a random Friday morning, I pushed my cock into my daughter to make a baby. Not how I pictured it happening, but also, in retrospect, the only way I could ever have seen it. And, my god, she felt amazing! Both of us sucked in air as I pushed into her depths. The way her pussy both welcomed me and leaked like crazy all over my balls was nothing short of perfect. The cock that helped create her was now inside her and trying to create a new life as well. It made us both reel.

She muttered and moaned herself. Her usual composure lost in the moment. Me inside her to the hilt and just holding firm. The two of our sexes taking each other in and trying on the fit only to find it was more perfect than either of us could have hoped. Like we were made for this, which in some ways, maybe we were? Both of us let loose a stream of erotic curses that crushed any hopes of modesty and decorum we had left in our father-daughter relationship. We hadn't even started moving yet, and we already knew this was never gonna be some one-and-done situation.

When neither of us could stand it anymore, my grip on her hips tightened and we slowly started our dance. My balls slapped against her clit as I took her from behind right there in the kitchen. She was so wet and I was leaking precum by this point so much, I knew the linoleum under us was getting its share too, even if most was caught by her leggings. Soon the clap of her ass against me started to echo in the room along with my grunts and her moans. Our own unique song was forming in the air and we were singing it with all our hearts.

It might have started slow, but it didn't stay that way. The slow imperative penetrations getting more frenzied into an heady allegro beat. Neither of us were virgins, but the intensity of her warmth and the way she was dripping made everything else in my life just fade away. She and I were connecting in a way fathers and daughters aren't supposed to. Yet, now that we were in the midst of it, all those taboos and shunned looks we might have gotten were nowhere to be seen. It was just us. Fucking each other, sure, but the emotion behind it made it feel like love.

She was pushing back into my cock with everything she had. "Give it to me, Daddy" in this context anyway, was blowing my mind. She made a point to call me that. We both could feel the way my cock would pulse when she did it, and it was setting us both off down the path of no return. We didn't change things up. We didn't try other positions. We didn't even do much other than her bending over and bouncing while I pounded her from behind. But it was working wonders for us, so we weren't going to fight it. That ass of hers was jiggling like crazy, and part of why she kept it in motion was because I'd earned the right to see it like this after what was really years of teasing me with it.

Even more-so, we embraced the depravity of what we were doing. Our usually fairly witty banter became a series of calls and responses. A simple "Put a baby in me, Daddy!" yielded "Oh yeah, I'm going to pump my daughter so full of baby batter!" Which turned into "I need to feel it. Erupt in my womb." And again my response, "When I knock you up, one of those milky tits is mine!" It was hokey, sure. Neither of us could even say it with a straight face, but it left no doubts what we were there to do. We were both still scared to all hell and back about what might happen down the line. Would the baby be healthy? What do we tell others? Questions we'd have to answer for real at some point. Yet we were both still there in the moment, consenting to all this and acknowledging that come what may we were in this together. Owning our irresponsible incestuous coupling.

She arched her back and I could feel her pussy tense up over my cock. She was milking me. This wasn't going to be a, take your time and breathe and make it last, first time. We were both still caught up in the awkward emotions of it all, that it was all we could do to hold on and enjoy the ride. The tension increased and suddenly she cried out, "Daddy!" I'd heard that particular "Daddy" before. She said it when she was masturbating that night on her birthday. She came on my cock hard. It was incredible. So intense. I couldn't help by follow suit and erupt along with her.

I came harder than I can remember cumming in a long time. I could feel it jet out inside her. Inside her fertile womb. I didn't pull out or chicken out. I gave it to her like she asked. I provided for my daughter in a way only I could. It felt all kinds of right and wrong, but a lot more right than wrong at this point. I loved her. I was smitten. Had been for some time, just never had the privilege of acting on it. I could tell she returned that sentiment.

Our moans and grunts slowly started to fade as our energy drained. I'd pumped my essence inside her. She was still my daughter, and that fact kept me from getting as soft as I usually do after a good load. She started to coo and, with me still holding firm inside her, leaned back against my chest. Reaching her arms back behind her own head to grip my hair and pull me into her more. "That was... fun" she said. Her voice was a bit hoarse from moaning so much, adding, "We're definitely doing this again!"

My hands slipped up her hips and found two destinations they were very interested in. One slipped up under her top and cupped her breast. I man-handled it to the point of obscenity with the way it stretched her shirt out, but she seemed to appreciate it quite a bit. I could swear I could feel her heart beating fast in my grip, though in fairness, it might have been my own pulse I was feeling. Probably was a mix of the two. My other hand however, wrapped around her belly and lower still. I used to rub her belly when she was a kid, and sometimes even recently too, when her tummy was upset. My hand was lower, and she knew why. Her hand slipped over mine and entwined with my fingers. It wasn't her tummy I was touching, but the promise of the life we made within her.

She smiled and cooed for me. Purring in my arms and turning her head slightly to face and kiss me. Unlike the last few times we'd kissed, we did this one right. We both kissed as lovers and we meant it. I held her in my arms as I held firm inside her for as long as we both could stand. Making sure every last drip of my payload of life had its chance to do the deed. I don't know how long we stayed there. Hot and sweaty from the exertion. Connected and kissing and just embracing each other and what we had just done. But it didn't matter. We were going to take all the time it needed.

I was never letting her go now. She wouldn't let me if I tried. Sure, I was initially worried I was just her default choice. The only guy who loved her, so she settled for me. That might have driven her initial thoughts in this direction, but the more we thought about it, the more it just seemed like it was meant to be all along. I adored her, as my daughter and as a woman now too. She loved me. As her dad sure, but also as a man that loved her and had for as long as she could remember. No, she didn't settle for me at all. She just finally had the courage to say what we should have years ago. That it took her baby fever to get here there, well... I called out from work that day to spend it with my daughter, to put it mildly.