Mary Jean sighed as she pulled into the driveway, her full breasts swaying woefully. She was 9 months pregnant, in the steamy heat of July, in the deep bayou of Louisiana. She slowly, carefully stepped out of her dented pick-up truck and took her groceries inside. As she plopped down each bag on the table she thought 'I can't take much more of this.' She called for her Pa, James, who was in the next room, and he came scuttling in. 'Pa, can you put away some of these groceries for me?" He had been such a big help since she had gotten pregnant, Mary Jean didn't even want to think about what life would be like without him.
Pa looked at his daughter as he entered the kitchen. She seemed more and more like her mother all the time ...glowing skin, a stomach like a big inflated water-drop, and the most wonderfully supple breasts. Yes, he thought, just like her mama. Even her richly dark hair was just the same, messily falling in curls down below her ever growing chest. James towered over her, a man of 6'3 and muscular from the years of hard work he'd put in providing for his angel. When he found out about Mary Jeans 'situation' he was as close as can be to murdering the good for nothing man that took his baby's innocence. But Mary Jean stopped him, knowing that something good never comes from violence. Her daddy did have a mean temper when he wanted to, but he might also be the softest teddy-bear when it came to his child.
While other girls were preparing for their first year of college, going to senior proms, and partying, Mary was getting ready for twin babies, with just the support of her Pa, the only man she could really count on. Because Mary Jean had taken care of her daddy for so long, she knew taking care of babies would be a synch.
Mary and her Pa had always been as close as two peas in a pod. After her momma died giving birth to Mary, she was the only link Pa had to the past, so he cherished every moment with her. James finished taking all the groceries out of the bags: shrimp, okra, catfish, Tabasco sauce, and flour. 'Honey, are you making gumbo in your condition, in this heat?' He said as he looked through the ingredients.
'Well, pa the doctor says spicy foods might help the babies come.' said Mary, gingerly
'What else'l do it? There's gotta be an easier way.'
'Well, he said a few other things'll help, like exercise, and uh...sex.' Mary blushed, and looked away from pa as she tapered off the last word. She began to fiddle with ingredients, and despite the suffocating heat, turned on the stove to begin her meal. She was so very anxious to pop these babies out; she was willing to try anything! ''Sides, Miss Crawford says that her gumbo recipe is the sure-fire way to get these little ones goin' and she's had 5 boys and a girl.' She rubbed her stomach as she said this, looked down at it lovingly, then up at her Pa, imagining her happy little family on the way.
Her Daddy looked at her, those glowing eyes and the sparkling skin, he had to control himself around her, she was just so utterly beautiful. His little angel, almost all grown up. Her maturity scared him, and there was something he saw in her that made him want to...but no, it was not right, not decent to think that way. James busied himself with starting to gather things for the gumbo, slicing and mincing vegetables while Mary Jean started the roux.
As they ate their spicy dinner, they talked about plans for the hospital, where Mary's suitcase was, whether she wanted any medicine during the birth, and the final name choices for the baby. Mary was so nervous and excited she scarfed down her dinner in record time, hoping that this old method might really work.
When nothing was happening three hours later, Mary Jean decided to go to sleep. She was exhausted from carrying two stubborn babies inside of her womb, and it was time for bed. Mary slipped into her white night gown and kissed her daddy goodnight. While she leaned in for the kiss she could feel her daddies eyes look down at her chest, which popped out of her thin nightgown, and she smiled, taking it as a compliment. Pa knew she saw where his eyes were glued, and was glad she didn't find it odd. How could he not look? They said their respective good-nights and Mary went to her room to get a well deserved rest.
Since getting pregnant, Mary had been having the most incredible wet dreams. Men feeding her grapes while she rest on a hammock, licking her pussy until it was sopping wet and she was crying for more. Great big muscled men, who looked exactly like her daddy, pummeled her cunt until she was shaking and she forgot everything but that singular, perfect orgasm. During these dreams she would wake up moaning, her bed wet with her sweat and juice. She moaned and cooed in her sleep, everything felt so real.
During these dreams her daddy could hear her every sound, because they slept in rooms sharing a wall. Her hot cries of pleasure were tantalizing to him, and it had been so long since he had been with a woman, certainly longer since he had been with one as hot as his own little girl. While Mary was having one fantasy, James was having his own. Lying down in bed, he could feel his dick against his jeans, growing bigger, while his daughter's moans got louder. He took out his cock, an incredible 8 inches, thick and mighty. As he began to stroke, hard and fast to thoughts of his own daughter, his sinfully sweet, gorgeous child, he did not notice the moaning stop in the next room. Soon Pa could feel his balls tighten, and to his surprise, a hand against them. He looked down and saw Mary, touching his sack with the most fantastic look of seduction. Instantly five or six strings of cum fell onto Pa's chest, and he groaned, so relieved. 'Mary! What...what are you doing?' he said, confused.
