Author's Notes: This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are over the age of 18. Also, this is written in 2nd person. If you don't like 2nd person writing, don't bother with this story.
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It's dinner time. Mom, Dad, and you, their only daughter, are at the dinner table. You are on one side of the table, Mom is across from you and Dad is at the end. It's spaghetti night, not bad, but not your favorite. You've been exchanging the standard dinner talk: How was your day? What happened at work? Etc... Then Mom asks a question that sends this evening into very "interesting" territory.
"When do you think you might move out, honey?" Mom asks you, "I'm not trying to push you out, but you're 18, almost 19 now and I don't see you even looking for a place out of the house."
Now why did she ask that? You work. You contribute a little of that money to the household. You help with the cleaning. You're taking a few classes at the community college. Why would she want you out? Maybe she's jealous of you and Dad.
You and your daddy have been fucking each other for nearly a year now. It started off in secret, but of course that secret couldn't be kept forever. Mom found out about 6 months ago and she's been surprisingly cool about it. There was a bad week where you thought this was going to be the end of everything, but then Dad and Mom had a long talk. Afterwards, Mom said she accepted what was going on but she didn't want to be any part of it. She didn't want to see it or have it rubbed in her face. Since then, you and Daddy have been fucking every couple of weeks, but only when Mom has allowed it. You know Mom decides if it's ok for Dad to be with his daughter or her. Maybe she's decided that she's had enough of him spending time with you.
"That's not fair," you think, "Daddy still fucks Mommy all the time. Even more than I get to fuck him."
While you're trying to figure out how to answer Mom's question, Dad speaks up, "I don't see why she needs to be in a hurry to leave. A lot of children stay at home for a while after they grow up. It's hard to earn a living at her age and it'll be easier for her to save up a good nest egg if she stays here for a few years. She's got a job and is taking courses..."
Mom gives him a side look that seems to say, "I know why you want her to stay," but she doesn't say it.
You quickly blurt out, "Besides when I leave, your house will be empty. I have no sibs. Won't it be lonely?" This statement makes you go back to a question you've had for a long time.
"That's true, but not the point," Mom replies, "The point is you need to start acting like the grown up you are."
You don't like where this is going. You need to turn this conversation around. You decide to ask a question that's been on your mind for years, "Why don't I have any brothers or sisters?"
This brings an uneasy silence to the table. Uh oh. Did you fuck up? You have always wanted to know.
Mom finally answers, "I couldn't have any more, sweetie. Your father and I would have liked to, but after you were born the doctors found a lump in my uterus. Fibroids I think they called it. After having it examined, it was decided that it would be better to have a hysterectomy than risk cancer. The genes were bad. Anyways, after you, I simply couldn't have anymore children." Mom looks a bit sad now as she continues, "We would very much have liked to have more children, but that wasn't meant to be. Yes it will be hard to have our house empty of children. I won't like it."
Daddy takes her hand and squeezes. They love each other very much and this is hard for the both of them.
"It's okay baby," Daddy says, "I'm sure she'll come here to visit often." Dad looks at you with a smile, but it's his crooked smile. His slightly dirty smile.
This gets you thinking. Ever since the very first time you and Daddy fucked, you've wanted him to get you pregnant. You've never known why. It is something primal, something you can't reason away or consciously change, but you have always wanted to be knocked up by your Daddy. Every time you fuck, you think about him shooting his sperm in your pussy and impregnating his good girl. You have always wanted to be the best little girl for your daddy. But he won't let that happen. Whenever you two fuck, daddy always finishes in your ass. You don't mind it, in fact you love to take your daddy in your backdoor. It's absolutely amazing to have his big dick in your ass and you figure it's what a good daughter should do. But you still always wish he would finish in your baby maker.
Then your brain hits on an idea. Maybe this is your chance.
"You know Mom," you begin, "I could have a baby and then there could finally be another child in the house. We could raise the little one together as a big happy family. Wouldn't you like that?"
"I'm not sure how that's supposed to happen," Mom replies, "You don't even have a boyfriend, let alone a husband. You don't even date as far as I can tell. Except for your father..." her words drift off and she looks at Dad. "You don't mean?"
You smile a little and sheepishly raise your shoulders and look at Dad. Dad's face is surprisingly passive. Then the corners of his mouth turn up just a hair.
"NO!" Mom states with authority and more than a little bit flustered, "No ma'am! You get that idea out of your head right now." Looking at your father she says, "And you get that shitty smile off your face mister!"
"What smile?" dad stammers though now the smile is much more obvious, "I'm just as shocked as you dear. But... I mean. It wouldn't be the worst thing to have a little baby in the house again would it?"
"There's so much wrong going on in this house," your mother says, "So much that I didn't approve of. So much that shouldn't happen in a household that I've accepted. I'm allowing you and your daughter to be together, but I don't think I could accept THAT."
You think to yourself, "She said, I don't think, not I can't. That's promising,"
"And speaking of THAT!" Mom turns to you and demands, "How exactly are you two making sure THAT doesn't happen?" She glares right at you.
"We're being safe Mom. We always end with anal. I can't get pregnant there," you reply.
"Oh I bet your dad just hates that," Mom says as she glares right at Dad.
"Safety first dear," says Dad with his crooked smile across his face.
"I don't want to talk about this anymore," Mom ends.
Another long silence descends as you guys finish up dinner. During this time your mind is consumed with the idea of getting pregnant from your dad. You start to devise a plan. You do the math. It's about 14 days since the start of your last period. This is definitely the danger zone. Or the perfect zone. You are ovulating now or very soon. That would explain your increased horniness. Your body wants you to have a baby and you decide to give your body what it wants. After dinner everybody is cleaning up dinner and it's time to put your plan into action. Daddy's in the kitchen washing dishes at the sink while you and your mother are clearing the table.
"Mommy, can I have Daddy tonight? It's been almost a week and you've had him several times during the week," you ask.
Your mom glares at you hard. "How would you know when I've had your dad?" she asks.
"I listen. I mean you're not exactly quiet," you reply. Then you try to imitate your mom's voice, "Oh hunny, baby, yes! Please fuck me with your big dick. Please punish my ass!"
Her eyes narrow as she looks you up and down. You can tell what she's thinking. She thinks you want to get pregnant and she's not wrong. You try to put on your blank, questioning face. You give a shoulder shrug to say "What?"
"What are you after?" she asks.
"Sex Mom. I'm sorry but it's been a while and I need Daddy tonight. You get him all the time. Can I please have him tonight?"