Jemma Becomes Emma

I took a lot of "heat" from my last story I am sure it will be much worse this time..

I am writing this story by special request of one reader who wrote to me privately and asked to remain anonymous. The reader said she was a young woman with very serious "Daddy" issues and asked me to write a story for her. She did not give me much information so I have simply done the best I could to write a reasonably interesting and, hopefully, somewhat believable story. I hope this story helps her resolve some of her "Daddy" issues and allows her to "full"fill her desire. Secretly, I wish I was her Daddy.

For those who did not like the prequel to this, I am expecting you to throw stones at me for this one.

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Obviously, this story takes place many years after "Sharing My New Friend's Wife." On her numerous trips to visit me, Marie had always brought Jemma with her. Jemma grew up thinking Jim was her father and I was her uncle. At least she knew me as her "uncle" until she was old enough to realize that I was neither the brother of her father or of her mother. She seemed to accept that I was just a very close friend of them both.

During the Easter break of her senior year in high school she told Jim and Marie she wanted to go away with some of her friends. She was a very good student and had never caused them to doubt her at any time during her teen years which everyone should realize can be quite stressful not only for the parents but also for the teen. They agreed to let her go on the trip.

Jemma had applied for a scholastic scholarship at Georgia Tech. She wanted to study engineering and while she really wanted to go somewhere "away" from home she also wanted to be somewhere that she would feel safe. She presented the idea to us that by attending she would be getting the best of everything. She would be attending a highly rated university and she would have the security of being only about an hour away from her "uncle."

Naturally, Jim and Marie had a little difficulty with her being so far from them. They would much have preferred she went to a school in California, but she convinced them that this was a good thing for them. She would get to be at school away from home yet she would be near someone they knew they could depend upon to look after her.

I, of all people, should have seen through everything. She was so much like her mother. Smart, beautiful, and charming but she was also sly and cunning just like her mother.

When I got home from work on Good Friday before the Easter weekend, I was surprised to find Jemma there. I had given both Marie and Jemma a key to the door several years before during one of their trips so each of them could come and go as they pleased.

As I came through the door, she bounded up to me like an eager puppy so happy to see her master was finally at home. I certainly had not expected her to be there since I, like Jim and Marie, thought she was going away for the weekend with some friends from school.

"Jemma! What are you doing here," I asked excitedly. "Is everything OK?"

"Yes, Michael. Everything I fine," she replied.

She has stopped calling me Uncle Michael a couple of years earlier. She had told Marie and me she knew I was not actually her uncle so she saw no reason to continue addressing like that. Marie had I had always been quite careful about our sexual activities from the time Jemma was 7 or 8 years old. We knew kids were much smarter and more in tune with circumstances than they were often given credit for being but we were as discreet as possible about things.

"Michael, I want to apologize for lying about where I was going for the Easter break. I know how you feel about lying. Mom always told me that was one of the things she admires most about you. You were always truthful," Jemma admitted.

"I need to talk with you privately about my plans for the next few years and this is the only way I could think of that I could do it. Please forgive me for my lie and try to help me keep it from Mom and Jim," she added.

I almost missed her subtly as she said Jim instead of Dad but I did not call her on it.

"None of you have ever actually lied to me about it, but I know the truth. Jim is not my biological father. I used samples from his hair brush and had a DNA test done. I am not sure about it but I believe you are my biological father so I am asking you directly. Are you my biological father, Michael," Jemma asked me at point blank range as she stared into my astonished eyes.

I lowered my eyes in shame and replied, "Yes, darling, I am."

"Thank you, Daddy, for being honest with me. I love you now more than ever," she said as she leaned into me with tears rolling down her lovely cheeks.

I had no control over my body. She was my daughter but my cock got as rock as stone when I felt her firm young breasts crushing again my chest and she did not hold her hips back. I felt her thigh slip between my own as she grippe my leg between her own.

I tried to pull myself away from her but she tightened her grip and cried, "No! Please, Daddy, hold me. I need this so much."

We stood there for a very long time just holding each other. Everything about her was so much like her mother, Marie. I knew I was going to lose any sense of reason I still had. I was being turned on by my own daughter. The heat from her own passionate arousal was igniting a fire inside of me which could only be quenched by the flood of her orgasmic juices.

"Baby, we can't do this. It's totally wrong," I moaned.

"Yes, we can and don't give me any of that incest crap! The Ten Commandments in the Bible forbid adultery, not incest. Dammit! Even that righteous man Lot fucked not one but both of his daughters. Granted they got him to do it, but he still did it. Michael, Daddy, you have been fucking my mother in adultery since at least until I was conceived and you ARE going to fuck me," she screamed until she ran out of breath.

I knew I was going to take her and the way I felt at that moment I knew I would not be gentle. I also knew that by the time we finished she would not care. I grabbed the firm tight cheeks of her ass, thrust my hips against her and commanded my daughter to get on her knees.

She sank down like a rock in the water.

I yanked my pants open and drop both them and my boxers to my ankles in almost a single motion. "Is this what you want?" I screamed down at her. "Do you want to suck my big hard cock, you little slut?

"YES! I want to suck your big hard cock, but I'm not a slut, Daddy. I'm a virgin and I want to give it to you. Shred my hymen and make me bleed for you. PLEASE?" she begged.

All of my sense of right and wrong, all of my personal resolve not to do this was gone. This was my own daughter but she was also a woman and she wanted this as much if not more than I did.

"Get your ass up and go to my bed, but get towel from the bathroom to under us. I don't want to ruin the sheets and mattress with blood stains," I ordered her.

In my mind, I knew I would keep that towel as a trophy.

"Yes, Daddy," she said as she scrambled to her feet and ran to the bedroom. She grabbed a towel from the bathroom in the hall on her way.

Just as I reached the bedroom door she jumped from the bed and bolted past me saying, "I'll be right back," as she ran down the stairs to the living room.

'What the fuck,' I thought while staring at her beautiful young ass as she bounded down the stairs.

Only a few seconds elapsed when she returned to the bedroom. She held out her hand to show me the pill she was holding.

"What is that," I asked?

"It's a "morning after" pill. I'm not ready to have our baby, yet. I'm ovulating and I don't want you to use a condom or pull out. I want to feel you shoot your full load of live sperm deep inside my fertile womb. I want to be with you for as long as you want me, Daddy," my beautiful daughter told me.

I pulled her close to me and kissed her with deep loving passion. She was definitely her mother's daughter.

"I am a virgin but I don't want you to be gentle or tender. I have read a little about sexual positions and I want you to take me from behind as if I am a brood mare and you are a stallion. Bite me, hurt me, slap my ass. Make my tight little pussy bleed for you. I'll call you Daddy most of the time, but right now your are Michael, my stallion. BREED ME!" She screamed.

My cock was already as hard as a steel rod so I needed no further stimulation. My eighteen year old virgin daughter had made it perfectly clear that she wanted me to FUCK her hard and brutally. She did not want me to make love to her. I tossed her to the center of the bed. She scrambled onto her knees and thrust her gorgeous ass upwards to present me with her treasure.

I did not bother taking her by her hips, I grabbed her on top on her shoulders and power slammed my massive cock to the very depths of her virgin womanhood.

She screamed as the pain of my savage assault ripped through her hymen shredding only milliseconds before the mushroom head penetrated the sanctum of her fertile cervix. I was very happy she had gotten that morning after pill because I knew my swimmers would find her fertile egg and penetrate it. As I continue to batter her hips with my powerful savage thrusts, I could hear her screams diminish first to muffled sobs as she bit into the pillow under her face and finally to soft moans of pleasure as she began slamming her own hips back into mine with all the power and force she could muster.

My hot, sexy, beautiful teenage daughter moaned, "Fuck me, Michael, make me cum like the slut I want to be for you. Fill my cunt with your hot boiling seed. Fuck me like you have fucked my mother for all these years. Own me like you own her. I am just like my mother. I will never cheat on you. I realize now that she never cheated on Jim with you. He gave her to you and your made her yours. I want to be yours, too! Fuck me! Make me yours! P L E E E E A S E! Use me like a fucking whore!"

I was almost in awe hearing all of this from my "innocent" virgin daughter. It hit me far too quickly but I could not even think about holding back my orgasm.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I'm cummmmmmming!" I screamed as I flooded her womb with the fiery lava which exploded from my churning balls.

"Meeeeeeeeeeeee tooooooooooooooooooo," moaned my loving daughter as her body quivered with each spasm of her release.

She collapsed onto the bed crushed partially by the added weight on her back. We both lay gasping for breath on the saturated towel beneath us. My cock has softened like a limp rag and as she coughed while trying to catch a breath it was ejected from her tender sheath.

"Oh my God, Michael, I don't know what I actually expected but it wasn't what I got. My pussy will never be the same. Damn, that hurt like hell! You're fucking huge. I swear I could feel it in my throat when you rammed it all the way inside me. I don't know if I'll ever be able to let you do it to me again. How can mama take it and keep coming back to you for more?" Jemma whined almost sobbing as she spoke.

I stroked her hair softly and kissed the side of her cheek as I whispered, "You'll feel much better very soon, baby girl. I got a little overzealous and was trapped by the passion of your desire. I was completely consumed by the urgency of my overwhelming need to breed you. All I wanted was to make sure you knew you were mine and only mine."

"Huh! When and if I'm ever able to do this again, I want it! I'm sore everywhere inside right now but I know I'll be OK. Mama had better be able to understand that she is going to have to share you with me. On second thought, she had better be grateful that I am going to share you with her. I know it's really your call, Michael, but I am going to do everything I can to make you want me as much as I want you," Jemma said as if she thought I might for some reason reject her.

"Jemma, I do want you and together we will make Marie understand hat has happened. I think she will being more willing to accept this than you may think. I have had quite a few lovers since she and I have been ... uh ... uh ..."

"Married," Jemma stated, "one of the things that made me start all of this was finding a DVD of what appeared to be some sort of wedding ceremony between you and Mama. In it, dad gave her, as the bride, away to you."

I laughed to myself when I remembered we had made a video if that event although I thought it had been destroyed long ago.

"So it's true. You and Mama are sort of married, aren't you," she asked?

"Yes, but to us it is more than merely sort of," I replied.

"Well, I want you to understand this. I am a woman, I want you and I will do everything in my power to make you want me enough to make me your real wife. As far as the law is concerned, I am not your daughter and you are not my father so this is not an illegal incestuous relationship. Surely, no one will bother to question things," Jemma said ringing her own sense of logic to the matter.

"You are correct in what you say, Jemma, but don't you think this is a little sudden to be speaking of marriage," I asked?

"My darling Michael, I am eighteen years old. I have known you for ALL of those eighteen years. You have never not been in my life. You were there for every up and down I ever experienced. Eighteen years is not sudden. Why do you think I have remained a virgin. I was a normal teenage girl and my hormones went a little crazy when I went through puberty but I knew even then it was you to whom I give my virginity not some high school boy who really just want the bragging rights to be able to say he had nailed the hottest girl in school. I had to take a lot of crap from both guys and girls about it but I had made up my mind I wanted my first time to be with you. I may change my mind at some point but right now I don't want to ever be with anyone but you," she confided with what seemed to be total conviction.

"Sweetheart, I'm not trying to push you away. This is just a little overwhelming for me. I need a little time to process what is happening. Are you OK with that," I asked not wanting her to feel I was rejecting her which I actually wasn't. In fact, I thought she would make a very good wife, I just hadn't realize she had already chosen me as her potential husband.

"I started going through puberty when I was about 13 years old. I've waited 5 years to be legal so you would not be able to play that card against me. I can wait longer for you. As a matter of fact, it will give me a real opportunity to show you many reasons you should marry me. I'll bring your skirt chasing days to a total stop, Daaaady," my beautiful brazen young daughter stated flatly giggling as she dragged out the final word.

I rolled off of her and pulled her into my arms. Neither of us seeming to realize we were still collapsed together after our very energetic sex session. I looked into her eyes before kissing her softly and tenderly on her sweet succulent lips. Jenna, I shall try my best not to keep you waiting too long for some kind of answer from me.

Jenna looked at me and with more poise and self confidence than I ever imagined she had said in a very soft, quiet voice, "I dare you to find a reason not to want me as your wife. If you take the bullshit incest thing out of the equation there won't be any valid reason for you to say no. You just fucked me half senseless so there is no way I'm going to let you lat the age difference card."

I knew I had to get us off this subject or she would destroy any chance I might have of finding a way to get her to find what I thought would be a suitable mate for her. But...was that what I really what I wanted her to do. My brain said "yes" but my heart and my cock said "no." I was sure my heart and my cock would win in the end.

Jemma glanced down at my crotch and said, "you need to be cleaned up a bit."

I smiled and said, "I guess you are right. Go get a wash cloth, please."

She simply dropped her head to lap while saying, "There is no need for that. I shall clean my future husband in my own way."

My mind flashed back to having had Marie clean me with her mouth after I took her anal cherry and lay back to enjoy what Jemma was doing to me. I knew she would have me hard again in only a few minutes. 'Should I take her anally or let her suck me,' I thought to myself in silence.

She did use a corner of the towel which lay beneath us to wipe away much of the blood left after I had shattered her hymen. She laughed slightly as she told me our juices were OK but the blood was a bit over the top no matter how much she wanted to please me.

I had to agree with her on that. I loved to eat a woman's pussy but I did draw the line at doing it during their menstrual cycle. Fucking them during that time did not bother me and many of them actually seemed to really like doing it.

One woman told me her cramps seemed to be less intense afterwards and she wished other men weren't so squeamish about fucking her then. I often teased her by saying she only came to me when she need a vampire fuck. She would laugh and say she didn't care what I called it as long as her cramps would not hurt so badly.

I am sure the oral ministrations I was receiving from Jenna caused me to put aside a lot of questions but I was curious as to how she had developed her oral skills. Before I could ask her she stopped her licking and sucking to say, "I read online about how to give a blowjob and this is the first time I have wanted to try it so just in case you are wondering, Michael, so now you have two of my cherries. I'll have to practice with you a little but I will learn to take you down my throat. I must admit that does frighten though. You can also have my anal cherry whenever you want it and if you will pardon my pun, that really scares the shit out of me.

We shared a laugh at her final remark.

"What would you like for dinner, baby," I asked her?

"Let's just order pizza or Chinese. I'm going to have to call Mama and "fess up" to where I am and why I'm here. No matter what she thinks or does, she cannot possibly be here in less than 6 or 7 hours at a bare minimum unless she charters a private jet and even she is not that crazy," Jenna replied.

"I'm just not so sure about the wisdom of telling her why you are here," I said.

"I'm not ready to tell her about the sexual part just yet if that is what you mean. I'm just going to tell her the same things I told you about how I found out Jim was not my biological father and that I decided to confront you with it directly, knowing you would not lie to me while looking into my eyes. She will understand that and I believe she will accept it. What do you think," she asked earnestly?

Knowing Marie as well as I did, I believed Jenna was correct in going straight at her with everything she had. Our little girl was smart as hell. I had to admit that.

"I think you are correct, sweetheart. No matter what happens, you are my daughter and I will take care of you," I told her.

"Maybe she'll just get so mad that she'll just go back to California and I'll have you all to myself. Whatever happens will happen but, Daddy or should I say Michael, I am yours now and forever. If Mama wants to stay on the ride, she needs to upgrade her ticket because mine is One Way - First Class for Life. If you cannot or will not handle that then you can kick my ass to the curb now," Jenna said as if to dig her heels deeper into me.

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her deeply before smiling at her and saying, "Shut the fuck up you worthless little cock sucking slut."

"I love you too, Daaaaaaaddy," she giggled as her lips melted into mine.

As strange as it may appear, I found myself becoming more and more attracted to Jemma as a woman and less and less as my daughter. As far as anyone would ever be able to tell, she would in fact be the daughter of my friends in California. She looked exactly like her mother and bore no physical resemblance whatsoever to me.