Author's note: I freely warn you that this one might be a bit strange for some of you. Yes, there is strictly hetero-sexual intercourse in this one, but things get a little different at the climax. Keep in mind that this is STRICTLY a piece of fiction and, therefore, full of nothing but fantasy. Incest is not encouraged or supported by the author in Real Life and anyone who engages in it is opening themselves up to lots of potential misery. What happens in the mind is one thing, but reality is a completely different monster. But for those who are actually trying to get pregnant in the perfectly legal, proper way, I hope this story gives you some ideas! Enjoy!!!
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Having been out of the house for most of the day to take care of various errands that come with being the man of the house, I walked into my home's back door, which led into the kitchen, and was greeted with the most wonderful sight a man can have when he comes home. My wife Terry was facing the kitchen sink counter wearing only an apron (no shoes) that came down to her knees while Kathryn, our eighteen-year-old daughter, was pressed up against her from behind, naked as a jay-bird and lovingly kissing my wife's neck as she gently rubbed her mother's breasts. The noise from me opening the door got both their attention and both lovely beauties stopped what they were doing to turn their heads and smile at me.
"Welcome back, Daddy!" Kat said sweetly, her hands still full of my wife's tit-flesh. She gave her mother one last peck on the neck, just behind the earlobe, and added, "We were just celebrating." The way she said it was so sensual and full of meaning that I could scarcely imagine what it meant.
With absolutely no concern for what I was seeing, I walked up to my wife and kissed her in the exact same spot as our daughter and then thoughtfully kissed my daughter on the lips. The kiss I gave to Kat wasn't a long or especially romantic kiss, just the one a father might give to his daughter, but the feelings of love I had for the young woman were present just the same as I pulled away from her. "Celebrating what?" I asked as I gave Kat a gentle pat on her firm, teenaged behind. As an added bonus, I snaked my fingertips between the cleft of her ass and was unsurprised to find that her pussy was positively leaking with girl juice. Kathryn cooed appreciatively at the contact but groaned disappointedly when I withdrew my fingers.
"We were just washing up from lunch," my wife answered with a sigh. I could tell that while she wasn't unhappy with my arrival, she was disappointed that her make-out session with Kat had been interrupted. "We came to an agreement about something."
I stood there for a second and nodded. As I turned around to get a bottle of cold water out of our fridge (and licked my daughter's pussy juice from my fingertips on the way), leaving my two precious women alone for a moment, I said, "Okay. But that still doesn't tell me anything. What did you two agree to?" As I opened the fridge door I added, "By the way, we'll be out of milk in a day or two. Add it to the shopping list, please."
I turned to regard my wife and daughter, who hadn't moved from the position I'd found them in, and noted that they were whispering quietly to each other, no doubt quietly debating about who was going to tell me the news. I took a seat at the table and opened my water bottle as I waited. They weren't quick about finishing their discussion, so I contented myself with just watching them and simply soaking in the details of their beauty.
Mother and daughter. Terry and I had been married for twenty years, each of us enjoying ourselves sexually as much as any two loving people could. We never missed an opportunity to show our affection for each other openly and physically, even after our daughter came into our lives on our second year of marriage. Our sex life, I would swear to my dying day, is the one thing that kept Terry looking so beautiful, almost ageless. And I'm not waxing poetic here- she weighs now exactly what she did when we met: one hundred and two pounds. I'm sure that there's been a bit of fluctuation over the years, but it was never significant enough for me to notice and, frankly, I don't think I would've cared if it had. Her hair was still long and jet black (by choice- she's a natural redhead, even if it is a dark red) and her hips... at five-foot-one, you'd think that having a child would have some sort of impact on her hips, but they are still fairly narrow and yet perfectly curvaceous at just the right spots. Her ass, picture-perfect with zero sag and unblemished in any way, is a perfect heart-shaped homage to the Divine Creator Himself- no finer ass in this world has been seen by my eyes, except perhaps my daughter's. My wife's womanly virtues insofar as her personality goes are limitless- intelligent, sweet, patient, strong, generous and fun-loving- but any warm-blooded man's noble thoughts of her are halted the moment his eyes can feast on Terry's bounteous breasts. Those two magnificent orbs are fully round, firm 36-D's with eraser-sized nipples and the smallest areolae you will ever find. And, as if it doesn't get any better, her pussy, always kept shaven for yours truly, has the amazing ability to retain its tightness, no matter how many times I plow into it. She is a porn dog's delight, the envy of every stripper and, when she's on my arm, the most amazing thing under the sun.
My daughter Kathryn, though, is without a doubt, the second best thing this world has to offer after my wife. She is easily as sexy and beautiful, almost the spitting image of her mother except that her hair is naturally brown and her green eyes can rip into your heart with a glance. She is slightly shorter, also, at four-foot-ten, but she seems to walk across the world on legs meant for a giant- nothing stands in her path when she moves, ever. Her breasts are exact mirrors of Terry's, as is her ass, and that is underscored by the fact that, at eighteen years of age, she's still a growing young woman. I wouldn't be surprised if her breasts increase in size after she has her first child. For now, though, I am exceedingly pleased to see my gorgeous daughter at any time, for any reason, as any man would. And, glory of glories, she inherited her mother's incredible pussy, which is also kept clean shaven for her loving daddy. Oh, yes, folks. I will make no bones about it: I have sex with my daughter almost as frequently as I do with my wife, sometimes with the three of us together. We've been at it since the day Kathryn turned of age, after she approached us with the enthusiastic request to have us teach her just how fun sex could be. She'd been with a couple of guys who were duds in the sack, due mostly to their lack of experience, and she was tired of feeling like she should have more. It didn't take long for me and my wife (who loved women every bit as much as I did back in college) to agree to our daughter's request. It was, without question, Kathryn's most amazing birthday present ever... and it was definitely our pleasure to give it to her.
While I silently sipped on my water and waited for the girls to answer me, I mentally counted my blessings for the last year. Nothing bad had happened after we brought Kathryn into our bed. Nothing bad at all. If anything, our relationship with our daughter blossomed into something neither of us had ever expected- she became our friend as well as our lover. The bonds of trust that we already shared as a family simply grew stronger and Kathryn found herself asking our advice about things that she would've kept secret from us before. She became even more considerate than ever and seemed the happiest that we'd ever seen her. She didn't exactly become exclusive to us, either- she still dated boys, and even brought a couple of them home for us to meet (and practice our lessons with). But she no longer seemed in a hurry to leave as most teens her age do. She was happy to be with us and have us in her life. And my relationship with Terry took on a new shape, too. While the majority of our marriage had been devoted to teaching Kathryn how to be a well-adjusted and kind person, we found our roles as parents changing into teaching our daughter how to be a thoughtful and wonderful lover, too. Through teaching Kathryn how to have and enjoy sex, we found that we were rediscovering ourselves sexually, too- role-playing, games, unspoken fantasies (most, yes, of an incestuous nature) and all kinds of new aspects to each other that we never knew existed. It was like our marriage, which was great to begin with, became ten times stronger than it was before. How lucky can a guy be, right?
And with that thought, came the memory of a slightly bumpy patch in our life together. It was a year after Kathryn had been born when we learned that Terry wouldn't be able to have any more children. Her uterus had a small defect in it that prevented her from being able to conceive ever again. The news was, of course, a terrible blow to both of us, but the joys and challenges of raising a beautiful young woman like Kathryn more than made up for it. We both wanted more children, but if Kathryn was all that the Lord was willing to give us, then we didn't at all feel let down or disappointed.
Cheered up by these ruminations, I cleared my throat to get the girls' attention. "Ahem! Shall I go to the living room while you two hammer this out or can one of you please tell me what you're celebrating so that I can join in with you? I'm feeling kinda left out here, y'know?"
The two ladies broke away from each other and came to join me at the table. "Sorry, Jerry," my wife said sweetly. "It's just... well, it's big and we both want to tell you. It's just that we can't decide who should do it."
I looked at each woman's face back and forth, my wheels spinning. Finally, I said, "Okay. I knew this day would eventually come. What's his name and does he have a job? Is he gonna be a good father?"
