Me and Daddy - Caught in the Act

[A quick note and a thank you to my editor mrwriterfromd. Your expertise has truly enlivened this tale. My deepest gratitude for your invaluable contributions. Thank you so much.]

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Six months had passed since that fateful night of forbidden pleasure with my dad. The evidence of our secret was undeniable, as my body underwent remarkable changes. My belly had blossomed into a round, prominent bump. But it wasn't just my belly that had transformed; my breasts had swelled, becoming fuller and more sensitive.

As I sat in the dimly lit room with my dad, the weight of our actions hung heavy in the air. The tension and desire crackled between us, intensified by the physical manifestations of our taboo love. The soft fabric of my shirt strained against my engorged breasts, their ample size a constant reminder of the passion we shared.

My dad's gaze lingered on my rounded belly, an unspoken recognition of our forbidden connection. His eyes then traveled upward, fixating on my enhanced cleavage. A mixture of desire and guilt flickered in his gaze as he slowly spoke, unable to deny the allure of my changing body.

"Your boobs... they look bigger," he muttered, his voice low and laden with desire. "I can't stop thinking about that night, even though I know it's wrong. But damn, it felt so good."

A shiver of anticipation ran through me as I met his gaze, my own desires mirroring his. "Daddy, I've been craving you," I confessed, my voice filled with a mix of longing and urgency. "I keep fantasizing about reliving that night, and feeling your touch again."

His eyes darkened with a primal hunger as he leaned closer, his voice a husky whisper. "I shouldn't want this. But the truth is, I enjoyed every moment of it, every touch, every taste..."

The room seemed to grow smaller as the intensity between us reached its peak. With a shared understanding, we succumbed to our desires, indulging in the forbidden pleasure we craved.

He slowly reached out, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of my swollen breasts. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through my body, making me gasp in pleasure. His hands explored the curves and contours of my breasts, kneading them gently as if trying to memorize every inch.

"Mmm, Daddy," I moaned, arching my back to offer him better access. "They're sensitive..."

After a while, I implored him, "I need you to fuck me again... I missed your cock so much."

Unable to resist, he leaned in, his lips soaking against my neck. My breath hitched as he kissed it slowly, sending shivers down my spine. I slowly undid the buttons of my blouse, revealing my heaving chest.

As the room grew dimmer, I found myself sitting closely with my dad. His hand slid across and cupped my heavy breasts. A sigh of pleasure escaped my lips as I tilted my head back, surrendering to the forbidden desire that consumed us. His warm breath tickled my ear as he whispered, "Valerie, this is wrong. I should stop. Your mom will be back soon."

I let out a moan of pleasure in response. "Don't stop, Dad," I whispered urgently. "What more can go wrong? I'm already pregnant. Mom won't be home for hours."

Dad stood up, his hand reaching out to hold mine. With a knowing glance, the silent agreement between us was cemented. As he led me to his bed, a mixture of excitement and guilt coursed through us.

As we stood at the edge of the bed, anticipation hung heavy in the air. The forbidden nature of our actions only heightened the intensity of our desire. We knew the risks, but at that moment, nothing else mattered.

Gently, he guided me down onto the soft sheets, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through my body. The bed that once belonged to him and Mom, filled with memories of their love, had now become the backdrop of our own forbidden passion.

Our bodies intertwined, and our kisses became more urgent and passionate. The weight of our actions, the knowledge that this was wrong, only fueled the intensity of our connection.

As we lost ourselves in the depths of passion, we were both aware of the consequences that awaited us. But for now, in the realm of our desires, time stood still, and the world outside ceased to exist.

My dad's desire grew more intense as he dropped his belt to the floor. Suspense filled the room as he gently bent me over the bed.

He dropped to his knees, his voice filled with longing. "I want to taste you," he murmured, his words sending delicious shivers down my spine. He slid down my panties, his mouth skillfully working my swollen, pregnant mound and sensitive clit. Waves of pleasure washed over me as he expertly devoured my wetness, his tongue exploring every inch.

I couldn't help but moan in ecstasy as he worshipped my body, his words adding fuel to the fire. He seemed to delight in the taste of my arousal, finding the unique combination of pregnancy and desire to be intoxicating. The illicit nature of our encounter only heightened the intensity.

"Oh, Daddy, yes," I gasped, my voice laced with pleasure. "You know just how to make me feel amazing."

"You're so beautiful, Valerie," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of desire and guilt. "I need to have you, even if it's wrong."

My body trembled in response to his words, my own desires mirroring his. I arched my back, offering myself fully to him, and with a firm grip, he entered me from behind. Ecstasy surged through me as I gasped and moaned, feeling the fullness of his presence.

The sounds of our passionate connection filled the room, mingling with our arousal.

"Oh, Daddy. Mmmm," I cried out, my voice filled with a mix of pleasure and longing. "Give it to me... harder. I want to feel you deep inside me."

He grunted in response, his grip on my hips tightening as he increased the pace. The intensity of our connection grew with each thrust, pushing us closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned, "I can't resist you."

My body trembled with insatiable need, my wetness dripping down my thighs. "Don't hold back, Daddy," I pleaded, my voice dripping with sinful desire. "I want all of you. Fill me Daddy. Fuck my pussy." With each thrust, the sound of our bodies colliding mixed with the wet, sloppy noises of my dripping pussy, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure.

As lust consumed us, my father's throbbing cock pumped in and out of my pregnant, eager, swollen pussy, creating a delicious friction that made my knees weak. The sound of his powerful thrusts were a testament to our insatiable desires.

Suddenly, however, he pulled out of my pussy and turned me around, with a devilish grin that made my heart race in anticipation. I dropped to my knees, mouth watering as I looked up with a sultry gaze. "It's my turn to taste you," I purred. Dad chuckled, eyes filled with a mix of desire and admiration. "Your sweet, dripping pussy felt so good," he confessed, his words igniting a fire within me, "I bet you'll taste just as sweet."

I wrapped my hand around his pulsating shaft, teasing it with a slow stroke. My mouth hovered over the engorged head of his cock, my tongue playfully flicking against the sensitive tip before finally engulfing him in a deep, passionate suck.

I felt the surge of desire and control a dad tightly gripped my hair, his fingers entwined in the strands as he let out loud, primal moans. "That's it, baby, suck it, just like that, take all of Daddy's cock."

My eyes were locked with his, and my determination was unwavering. His moans mingled with my own breathless gasps. With each deliberate movement of my velvety lips and artful flick of my skilled tongue, I explored every tantalizing inch of his pulsating cock, tracing the throbbing veins and savoring the taste of his desire.

"You love Daddy's cock, don't you?" He growled, his voice resonating with dominance and authority. The commanding tone tugged at the deepest recesses of my submissive nature, igniting a fiery passion within me. "You're such a naughty girl, taking it down your throat."

A moan escaped my lips, vibrating around his hard length and intensifying the pleasure for both of us. "Yes, Daddy," I mumbled.

His grip on my hair tightened. His eyes bored into mine. "That's right," he hissed, "you're Daddy's filthy little slut. Keep sucking, baby."

But just as his release approached, he pulled away, leaving me breathless and craving more. With a firm yet gentle touch he guided me onto the bed, where I eagerly positioned myself to be offered up to him completely.

He wasted no time, positioning himself at my entrance, and with a single, forceful thrust, plunged deep inside me, filling me completely. The sensation was electrifying, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent shockwaves through my body.

"Yes Daddy! Harder!"

He obliged without hesitation, his hips meeting mine in a relentless rhythm, my pleasure intensifying with every deep penetration.

I gripped the sheets, my nails digging into the fabric as he pounded into me with unyielding force. Sweat coated our bodies, glistening in the dim light, as we surrendered to our insatiable desire. The bed creaked beneath us, a physical manifestation of the fiery connection we shared. It couldn't handle the filthy intensity of our raw lust. It moved in perfect sync with our desperate fucking, a mirror of our debauchery.

"Harder, Daddy! Fuck!" I screamed.

"God, you're so fucking wet," he growled, "you like it when Daddy fucks you like this, huh? You like being my little slut?"

I could only manage a breathless gasp in response, pleasure overtaking my ability to speak. My body writhed beneath him, every thrust pushing me closer to the edge of blissful oblivion.

"Come for me, baby," he commanded, his voice dripping with dominance, "Cum for Daddy."

And with his words, I unleashed a guttural moan, my body convulsing as my orgasm washed over me. He simply grunted in response, his face a mask of determination as he continued to plow through my orgasm, fucking me through the waves of ecstasy and pushing me to the brink of sensory overload.

The intensity at last reached a fever pitch, our bodies colliding with a pang of primal hunger. The bed groaned and squeaked under the force of our passion, a witness to the raw desire that consumed us.

"Oh, Daddy!" I moaned, my voice filled with a mix of pleasure and desperation. "Fill me up! Cum inside me, Daddy!"

"Fuck, baby. You want it?"

I nodded, my eyes filled with longing. My walls clenched around him, urging him to release his load.

He gave in to his primal urge, his body tensing as he spilled his hot seed deep into my waiting pussy. I could feel him pulsating, each wave of pleasure crashing through both of us.

As he continued to empty his load inside me, I gasped and moaned, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment. Our bodies trembled in unison, lost in the raw ecstasy of our connection.

Only then did a voice filled with anger pierced through the haze of ecstasy.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU FUCKING IN OUR BED?!" the voice boomed from behind us, near the bedroom door. It was my worst nightmare come true -- my Mom had caught us in the act.

Panic surged through me as I turned to see her standing there, fury burning in her eyes. My heart raced, and my mind scrambled for an explanation that could possibly salvage the situation. But deep down, I knew there was no way to justify what had just happened.

Dad quickly pulled away, his face a mix of shock and guilt. He stammered, unable to find the words to explain the unforgivable transgression we had committed.

"M-Mom, I..." I began, my voice trembling as I tried to find the right words. But she cut me off with a sharp, disapproving glare.

"Get out of my sight," she shouted, her voice laced with disappointment and anger. "Both of you."

The air crackled with tension as my mom's anger boiled over as she glared at Dad.

"You can get the fuck out of my house, you dirty bastard!" she said in disgust, her words filled with a mix of rage and heartbreak. Without hesitation, she delivered a powerful slap across his face, the sound echoing through the room.

Dad recoiled from the impact, his eyes wide with shock and remorse. He knew he had crossed a line that could never be undone.

Turning her attention to me, my mom's gaze softened slightly, though her anger still burned fiercely.

"Before I throw you out, get dressed and meet me downstairs in the kitchen. I want a fucking word with you," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.

My heart sank as I quickly grabbed my clothes, feeling a deep sense of regret and shame wash over me. I knew I had let her down, and had betrayed her trust in the most unforgivable way.

As I made my way downstairs, my thoughts raced, anticipating the difficult conversation that awaited me. I braced myself for the scolding, the disappointment, and the painful realization of the consequences of my actions.

With a heavy heart, I stepped into the kitchen, prepared to face the repercussions of our forbidden encounter and begin the long journey of rebuilding what had been broken. Perhaps it was too late for that.

The tension in the room reached its peak as I mustered the courage to confess the truth. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest, and looked directly into my mom's eyes.

"Mom, I need to tell you something... The baby's father isn't some random guy... It's... it's Dad," I admitted, my voice quivering.

Her eyes widened in shock, disbelief etched across her face. The weight of the revelation hung heavy in the air, an uncomfortable truth that could no longer be denied.

Instantly, understanding washed over her features. She leaned back in her chair, her voice barely above a whisper.

"So, he was fucking you when we went camping," she said, her voice heavy with a combination of betrayal and devastation.

I nodded, tears streaming down my face, unable to meet her gaze. "I'm so sorry, Mom. It was a terrible mistake. I never wanted to hurt you like this."

She closed her eyes, a single tear rolling down her cheek. The room filled with a heavy silence as she processed the magnitude of the situation.

"You've destroyed our family," she whispered, "I never imagined something like this would happen."

I reached across the table, my hand trembling, but she pulled away. The damage had been done.

"I don't know how we can move forward from this," Mom choked out, "but we will have to find a way, for the sake of the child that will be born into this mess."

As my Mom struggled to process the shocking revelation, her voice trembled with a mix of anger, hurt, and disbelief.

"I... I can't forgive you, let alone look at you," she said, her voice breaking at last. "Why did you allow him to do that with you?"

Fueled by a mix of guilt and defensiveness, I snapped, "Well you weren't giving him any, so I thought I would!"

Her eyes widened in disbelief, hurt etched across her face. She recoiled as if physically struck by my callous response. The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of my words hanging in the air.

"Get the fuck out," she finally said, quietly.

Tears welled up in my eyes as the reality of my actions sank in. I had crossed a line, not only with my father but also with my mother. The consequences of my recklessness were now crashing down upon me.

Numbly, I rose from my chair, feeling the weight of my mistake pressing down on me. I made my way to my room to pack my belongings, heart heavy with regret. The gravity of my comment became painfully clear, and I realized how hurtful it must have been for Mom to hear.

Tears now streamed down my face, and as I packed my essentials, my phone vibrated, interrupting the silence of the room. I glanced at the screen to see a message from my Dad, informing me that he was waiting for me in the car outside. Drying my eyes, I gathered my bags and made my way out.

I approached the car to find my Dad sitting in the driver's seat, his gaze fixed ahead. Without a word, I loaded my bags into the trunk and got in. The engine roared to life, and we began to drive away from the place I once called home.

The silence between us was heavy, the weight of the situation was too great to ignore. Finally, breaking the tension, I spoke up, my voice filled with remorse and guilt.

"What are we going to do, Dad?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so sorry, this is my fault."

My dad's grip on the steering wheel tightened, and his eyes focused on the road. He took a deep breath before responding, his voice filled with a mixture of sadness and understanding.

"No it isn't," he said firmly, his voice tinged with regret. "It's mine."

"Where will we go, Dad?"

He glanced at me briefly. "For tonight, we'll find a hotel. We'll figure something out in the morning," he said reassuringly.

As we drove, our guilt was replaced by unity. Whatever lay ahead, we would face it together.

We found a hotel, taking temporary shelter from the chaos that had engulfed our lives. We checked in and made our way to the room, exhausted.

Feeling the need to wash I headed straight for the bathroom. Grabbing a towel, I hung it within reach and undressed.

I felt the shower's warmth cascade over my body, and closed my eyes.

I began by washing my hair, the sensation of lather and water soothing my senses. As the suds rinsed away, I moved on to the remainder of my body, paying special attention to my breasts and the gentle curve of my growing bump.

As I washed my belly, I imagined my unborn child nestled within, listening to the sound of my voice.

"Sweet little one," I whispered, "I'll protect you. I'll give you the best life I possibly can. You're what keeps me moving on."

The water continued to flow, its steady rhythm creating a soothing backdrop to the moment. Within the confines of that hotel bathroom, I felt a glimmer of hope and a renewed sense of purpose.

Wrapping myself in the towel, I emerged from the bathroom, and Dad's voice broke the silence. "Did you have a good shower?" he asked, concern etched in his voice.

I smiled at him, genuine gratitude shining in my eyes. "Yeah, it was refreshing."

His gaze softened, and he sighed with a tinge of embarrassment. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. They only gave us one bed."

I couldn't help but chuckle, "Dad, I don't think that matters anymore." I teased, a mischievous glint in my eye.

We both shared a laugh, a brief moment of levity where our problems seemed to momentarily fade away.

We sat, sharing heartfelt conversation, when I felt a surge of courage, a daring idea bubbling up within me.

"Dad," I began, my voice filled with both excitement and uncertainty, "what if we moved away?"

His eyes widened, surprise evident on his face.

"You could sell the business, and we could just start over somewhere nobody knows us," I ventured, "maybe Spain."

He took a moment to process my words, his gaze searching mine for sincerity. A smile crept across his face, mirroring the hope blossoming within me.

"Spain?" He repeated. "It's a crazy idea."

For a moment he just stared at me, before adding, "No crazier than things already are though."

Our excitement grew as we voiced our plans, before Dad's voice took on a tone of urgency, suggesting a bold idea that took me by surprise.

"I want to be there before the baby is born."

A smile spread across my face as I nodded in agreement. "Yes," I smiled, simply.

As the evening began to fade into the night, I prepared for bed. I let go of my towel, feeling the soft fabric slip away from my skin, and reached for a pair of clean lace panties and a matching bra.

With a contented sigh, I slipped into bed, the soft sheets enveloping my tired body. Dad, perched on the chair nearby, was engrossed in a book.

I watched him for a moment, appreciating the peacefulness of the scene. The dim light cast a warm glow.