Chapter 1

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Incest, Father, Daughter, Masturbation, Pregnancy, .

Desc: Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Paul knows his daughter Abbey has been doing porn for several years when she calls and tells him she needs some help. He invites her to come home and stay with him for a while so she can get back on her feet. When Abbey arrives, Paul discovers she's five months pregnant. Paul loves his daughter and she loves him. In the course of taking care of her, he finds that his passion for pregnant women is stirred by his own pregnant, porn star daughter. What's a dad to do?

"So, is it true?"

"Is what true, Angelina?"

"You know what I mean, Paul. Is it true that she's coming back?"

"She? You mean your daughter? She has a name, you know."

"I don't care to admit she's my daughter, and you know that. It's true isn't it? She's coming back, and she's going to live with you?"

"I can't believe you've become that cold."

"After what she's been DOING? I'm ASHAMED of her, Paul! Aren't you?"

"Look, I'm not going to say I'm proud of what our daughter has been doing with her life, Angelina. But Abbey is still our daughter. Or at least my daughter. You can chose to pretend she's not your flesh and blood all you want. But she's my daughter, she's had a tough time, and she needs to come home for a while."

"Well, I think you're a fool, Paul. She'll take advantage of you for sure."

"How would she do that? I ASKED her to come home and stay with me for a while. I WANT to help her figure herself out and get back on her feet. I'll give her whatever she needs. Besides, I don't think she has money problems. What could she do to take advantage of me?"

"I don't know. I just know what she's like."

"You have no idea what she's like, Angelina. You haven't even talked to her in what, two years?"

"Can you blame me?"

"Yes, I can blame you. You know, she might not have let her life get screwed up if you had at least pretended to care."

"SCREWED up. You got that part right, Paul."

"That's enough, Angelina. We have nothing else to talk about right now."

"That's fine. Good luck, Paul. I hope you know what you're getting yourself into."

"I'll be fine. Bye."

Paul had indeed made the invitation to his daughter. But when she called him and told him that her life was off-track, he felt he had little choice. And he did want her to be with him for a time. But he was worried that if he didn't make the gesture, she might end up even worse off than she seemed to be.

He was right to be concerned. Abbey had gone through some difficult situations in the previous couple of years, involving some mildly illegal activities, minor-to-moderate substance abuse, as well as plenty of behavior that simply took its toll on any human being involved in it. Paul knew the basics of all that when he invited his daughter to come and stay. But there was one major thing Abbey hadn't shared.

"Honey," Paul said upon seeing his daughter face-to-face for the first time in several years, "oh ​my ... are you... ?"

"Hi Dad!" Abbey said with a smiling but weary expression on her face. "And yes, before you say anything else. I'm pregnant. Sorry I didn't tell you on the phone."

Paul did his best not to seem shocked at his daughter's condition. He expected to be troubled by her appearance, but he thought she would just look tired and drawn-out. He didn't anticipate her being, at his estimation, four months pregnant (it was actually just over five months of baby-belly on display).

The two hugged, with Paul being careful to adjust the strength of his squeeze to allow for his daughter's swollen stomach. The embrace was long and warm, with a few tears being shed on both sides.

"I missed you so much, Dad."

"Oh Sweetheart, I missed you too ... so very much."

As they were retrieving Abbey's bags and taking them to Paul's vehicle, he was asking to be filled-in on the situation.

"Well Dad, I'm about five months along. I'm doing OK, I guess. I'm tired a lot."

"Have you been seeing a doctor, Honey? Is someone tracking everything and making sure you're progressing all right?"

"I went once, but in the beginning."

"OK, well we'll get that taken care of first. We need to make sure you're both healthy."

"Both ... I have to tell you Dad, the people I've been around lately don't really talk about it that way."

"What do you mean, Abbey?"

"They just don't act like I'm, you know, gonna have a baby. They don't ever acknowledge that there's a person inside me. Either they just pretend it doesn't exist, or they think of me for ... well, never mind."

"What, Abb? You can tell me, whatever it is, if you want to. You can tell me anything, about anything."

"Really Dad? Are you sure? Because sometimes I think it might help to talk about it."

"Anything, Sweetheart, really. Now what were you going to say. People think of you for what?"

Abbey looked at her father, wondering if she could take him at his word. Could she really be straight with him? She thought this was as good a time as any to find out.

"For fetish stuff, Dad."

"Uh ... what does that mean exactly, Sweetie. I mean, I can guess, but I'm not sure."

"Well, let's cut to the chase, Dad, if you're really OK with it. You know what I do ... or at least what I've been doing."

​"Well, yeah Honey. More or less, I know. Obviously not details. But I know."

"O.K. I'm just going to say it and get it out of the way. I've been doing porn, for a few years."

"Yeah, that is cutting to the chase. And I'm OK, Abbey. Really, talk about anything you need or want to. I'm fine. I'm concerned about you, but I love and respect you, Sweetheart."

"Oh Daddy, you're just incredible." Abbey stopped to give her father another big hug before they climbed into his car. Once again, she had a few tears in her eyes. "Well, yeah ... so I do porn. It's all been pretty mainstream. A lot of girl-girl. Some boy-girl, but not much. Do you know that I have a website?"

"I think you mentioned it once. I can honestly tell you I haven't see it, Honey. But anyway, I get the basic picture."

"OK, well fetish work is like, more specialized. Like, people who are into sex and smoking, sex that's all about feet, sex with food involved, sex with chubby girls ... I guess I've always kinda been one of those chubby girls ... and now more than ever."

"Honey, don't be down on yourself. You're not chubby, even now. You've always been absolutely beautiful and you still are."

"Well, I've been known as a girl with big boobs and a big butt. That's kinda my trademark, if you don't know. There's no secret about that. But any way ... the kind of fetish work I'm talking about is about having sex with pregnant girls."

"Ohhhhh," Paul said tentatively. "I see. So you ... I don't know if I should ask, or if I want to know ... You ... Did you ... Have you... ?"

"No, Dad. I didn't do any of that. I had lots of offers. Stuff like that, especially pregnant sex with girls or guys, or just solo is in demand. And it pays pretty good."

"OK Abb, I understand. I'm uh ... I'm not sorry to hear that you haven't done that kind of thing."

"Me too. Anyway, my point was that nobody sees me as, 'both of us.' They either act like they don't even know I'm pregnant, or they try to think of how to use it to market me."

"It is hard for me to hear that, Sweetheart. I can't deny it. Mostly because it feels like nobody around you was thinking of you as a person, much less the wonderful young woman you are. Did anybody in that business really care ... about YOU?"

This time it was more than just a few tears. Abbey leaned over to her father in the car, took hold of his arm, pushed her face against it and began to full-out cry. Paul wished he wasn't driving so he could hold his daughter and comfort her properly. But at the very least he felt like he was giving her the chance to start emptying herself of some of the emotions that had obviously built-up inside of her.

When they got to Paul's house, he brought Abbey's bags inside and showed her right to her room. She had not seen the house before and decided she would take the full tour after a nap. Paul gave his daughter a big hug and left her in her room to rest.

As soon as she was alone, Abbey used the attached bathroom, got completely undressed, then crawled into the big, soft bed her dad had prepared for her. Even though she had not seen her father's current house before that day, she felt more comfortable, more safe, and more at home ​than she had in years.

Abbey slept for so long that Paul went to check on her twice to make sure she was OK. After many hours had passed, Abbey wiped the sleep from her eyes, put on a t-shirt and stretchy shorts and went down to see her dad and get a proper tour of his house.

"Oh my goodness!" Paul exclaimed when he saw his daughter coming down the stairs. "She lives!"

"Dad, I'm so sorry!" Abbey replied. "I feel terrible that I came right into your house and slept so long!"

"Abbey Honey, one of the biggest reasons you're here is so you can just feel at home, and get all the rest you need. So please, don't apologize for sleeping, or doing anything at all to take care of yourself."

Abbey's face and her hug said it all. She loved her father, and felt loved unconditionally by him. She felt safe with him. She never felt judged, even though she knew he would always tell her honestly how he felt about whatever she was doing. She was so glad to be there with him that words could not express it.

After a very long embrace that included the shedding of a few more tears on the part of both father and daughter, Paul gave Abbey a tour of his large house, then brought her into the kitchen and prepared dinner while they talked.

"So Abb, I don't want to pry or anything, but um ... maybe you could bring me up to speed on the ... you know ... the whole baby thing."

"What do you mean, Dad?"

"I don't know, Honey. I'm guessing it wasn't planned. How did you wind up getting pregnant. I'm assuming that people in ... you know ... who do the kind of work you've been doing must be extra careful about protection."

"Yeah, that's usually true. But it happens. I was seeing a doctor for some other things, like depression and stuff. I was having these big mood swings and he thought it might have to do with the birth control pills I was taking. He told me to take some time off the pill, but of course to be careful while I wasn't taking it. I did it, but I wasn't careful. I was stupid. It wasn't even work related. I just got stupid at some parties, and the rest is, well..."

Abbey put her hand on her distinct baby belly.

"I see," Paul said. "And you said you haven't really seen a doctor since you found out, and we're going to take care of that tomorrow."

"Yes, Daddy," Abbey replied with a smile.

"And what are your plans ... you know ... for the baby?"

"I don't know, Dad. I mean, I'm pretty sure I'm going to have it."

"Abb ... PRETTY sure? Sweetie, I think you're awfully far along to be thinking about NOT having it. Are you really thinking about..."

​"No, not really, Dad. I know it's probably really too late. But I just don't really know what my plans are."

"Well, I understand that. But I guess the next big question is..."

"I know the next question, Dad. And the answer is, I don't know. I'm not sure who the father is. And I'm not worried about it. Whoever it is, it's not someone I would want to be a part of any of it."

"OK, well, I'll leave it at that. Thanks for filling me in."

"I know, it's weird Dad. I'm sorry."

"Abbey, relax Honey. Seriously. I care about you and what's best for you, and now your baby. It is what it is, OK? Really, just be at home, Sweetheart."

"Dad, how did I get so lucky to have you for a dad?"

"Oh come on ... I'm just as lucky to have you for a daughter."

More tears came to Abbey's eyes and Paul got another huge, long hug. He felt great about being able to comfort her, but he also hoped that she wouldn't continue to cry every time he said something kind to her.

"Hey!" Abbey exclaimed after finally releasing her father from their embrace, "You haven't touched my belly yet!"

Without warning she pulled the waistband of her shorts down so it rested below her baby bulge, then pulled her shirt up, more than she needed to in Paul's opinion, to reveal her big, smooth, round stomach. She held her shirt under her chin (which required pulling it even higher and partly exposing her breasts), grabbed both of her father's hands and placed them on either side of her belly.

"Oh, Honey," Paul said, feeling fairly speechless. "Oh, wow..."

He caressed his daughter's big stomach with his hands.

"Isn't it cool, Dad? I just love to touch it, I swear!"

"It's something truly amazing, Abb. A total miracle of nature."

"It feels so good to have your warm hands on by belly! You've always had the warmest hands, Dad. And like I said, I haven't exactly been around a lot of people I've wanted to be rubbing my stomach."

"Well, this is wonderful Abbey. Thanks for ... oh! Was that... ?"

"Yes! It's moving! Maybe not totally kicking yet ... I don't know. But it's moving!"

Abbey held on to her father's hands and encouraged him to keep rubbing her stomach for several minutes. Finally she released him, as she sensed he might be getting slightly tired of the little exercise. But she totally loved the feeling of her dad's hands on her skin, and she knew she would be asking that of him again as soon as possible.

​Abbey had no clue about was what was really happening that made it seem like her father had held and caressed her belly for long enough. The truth was that he loved touching his daughter's pregnant stomach, a lot. Ever since Angelina had been pregnant with Abbey twenty-plus years before, Paul had found women in that physical state to be incredibly attractive. He was surprised to find that his own daughter was no exception.

Paul tried hard not to pull away or seem uncomfortable, as Abbey seemed like she really needed her belly to be touched in a loving way. But he was thankful that he was able to turn away without her seeing that the experience had given him a fully erect cock. He turned his back and continued preparing dinner, continuing to talk to Abbey, but keeping his back to her as much as possible.

Later that night Paul ushered Abbey back to her room and bid her good night. When he got himself into bed he was hit with sudden thoughts of his daughter and her pregnant belly. Instantly his erection returned. His immediate instinct was to take care of it, but he wasn't able to bring any images to mind except for ones that featured Abbey. He decided that his penis would have to go down on its own, and he forced himself to think of non-sexual things as he tried to get to sleep. Two days later Paul's resolve would be pushed even further when taking Abbey for her first doctor visit since finding out she was pregnant.

"Are you sure you want me to stay in here, Abb?" Paul asked while he and Abbey were sitting in the examination room waiting for the doctor.

"Sure, Dad. As long as you can stand it. I want you to hear everything too."

"OK, well, I'll do my best."

After a wait that seemed reasonable to both Abbey and Paul, the doctor knocked, then entered the room. He introduced himself to Abbey, then to Paul.

"Hi, I'm Dr. O'Brien," he said, extending his hand to Abbey. "Hi," he repeated to Paul. "So, how far along are we?"

"Around 5 months, I think," Abbey said.

"And you're the father?" Dr. O'Brien said to Paul. "How's everything going, Dad?"

"Oh! Um ... uh..." Paul stammered.

"Ha! Dr.! He's MY father! He's not the baby's father."

"Ohhhh, I'm sorry!" the doctor said with a laugh. "I guess I should pay closer attention! So, Dad ... You're still the dad of someone in the room, right?" Paul nodded and smiled wanly, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Well, Dad ... are you going to stay? Usually only the father of the baby sticks around for this appointment."

"I want him here, Doctor. I'm alone, you see? So, my dad's kind of like, my man right now. Dad, like I said, you can stay for as long as you can stand it. You'll probably want to leave by the time my feet are in the stirrups."

"I think I'll be gone by the for sure, Abb."

Abbey and the doctor chuckled at Paul's obvious discomfort. Dr. O'Brien talked with Abbey about her circumstances overall, asked about her health history, gave her an idea of what to expect ​next, all before beginning the actual examination.

"Let's start by listening to your heart," the doctor said.

Without warning, and out of pure habit, Abbey grabbed the bottom of the sweatshirt she was wearing and pulled it over head. Not only was her big, swollen belly immediately exposed, but so was her entire top half, ample boobs included.

Paul didn't even have the chance to see what was coming or to look away. And the moment his daughter's breasts were out in the open, he was transfixed. He could not stop looking, maybe even staring at the two big, beautiful orbs hanging from Abbey's chest.

Before the doctor asked to see more, her pants were on the floor as well. In seconds Paul saw his beautiful, sexpot daughter go from mostly clothed to clad only in tiny black panties that came barely as high as the bottom of her swollen abdomen. Now the doctor was giving Abbey instructions ... lift one arm, after which he felt around her boob ... lift the other, another long feel. Then his stethoscope was pressed against her chest. He moved it to several spots before asking Abbey to turn it around. Then the scope was being pressed against her lovely back.

"OK, time for the stirrups, Abbey," Paul heard the doctor say.

Just as quickly as the pants, Abbey's panties hit the floor. Paul was now staring at Abbey's beautiful, big, round ass. He was looking at the voluptuous body of his daughter ... a body that thousands and thousands of men, maybe more, had been looking at when they blew their loads. Paul was suddenly aware that his cock was as stiff as it could be. Then he was aware that his daughter was speaking to him.

"Dad, can you still handle... ," she said as she turned. "Dad?"

Abbey turned to finish her sentence, but all she saw was the door closing behind her father after he left the room. Paul knew exactly what he was looking for. He went down the hallway outside the office where his daughter's cervix was about to be examined, turned a corner, and there it was. A bathroom.

Paul looked around to ensure that the hall didn't seem like a high traffic area, and in he went. Door locked, zipper pulled down, erection pulled out, he closed his eyes and started pumping away.

"Ohhhh shit ... what is wrong with me?" Paul whispered very softly. "I CAN'T be thinking about her this way! It doesn't matter what kind of porn she's done. It doesn't matter how many people have fucked her, or how many have wished they could. She's still my daughter.

But ... OMG, that body, those big fucking tits, that ass ... fuck, I want to put my cock in between those beautiful butt cheeks ... ohhh ... nooo, nooo, noooooohhhhhhhOOOOOOHHHHhhhhhh..."

Paul swiped a paper towel from the dispenser on his left at the last possible millisecond and got his cock into it just as the explosion started. He felt his warm cum pool around the head of his pole as he filled the towel. He stood in place for a minute, semen seeping through the paper towel, cursing himself for being an incredible pervert for thinking such thoughts about his daughter ... His gorgeous, beautiful, buxom, fuckable porn star daughter.

After cleaning-up, Paul waited outside the examination office where Dr. O'Brien was finishing up his perusal of Abbey. Paul heard her call out to ask if he was still there. Paul opened the door a crack, made sure his daughter was mostly dressed, then went back in.

The doctor told them both that everything looked fine. Abbey was in fact just over 5 months pregnant. Her blood pressure was a bit high, but nothing to worry about, and so on. He encouraged Paul to take his little girl home and pamper her for the next 4 months. Paul was pleased, because that was exactly the plan he already had in mind.

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