A Father's Story

by Baron Munchausen

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Incest, Father, Daughter, Pregnancy, Slow, .

Desc: Incest Sex Story: Terry's secret is revealed. There are more children and other relationships that he would never guess. Another story in the ever incestuous Matson Family Saga.

Another chapter in the ever incestuous Matson Family Saga.

I would advise that you read A Solder's Story and A Nephew's Story before reading this. Whereas those two are more or less stand-alone stories, this one this one does rely on the others.

Once again, Death had raised its ugly head and taken the one person who I had loved all of my life. This woman, who gave birth to me; who loved me; who took my virginity; who gave birth to two of my children; who gave birth to my sister, my wife, my Rachel; who loved me after I lost my Rachel; was taken from me in a senseless accident with a drunk driver, two and a half times over the limit. He walked away unharmed.

I wanted to kill him. I was no stranger to killing. I had been in the infantry in Viet Nam. I had done things I would never tell anyone about. Things I was not proud of. So, I knew that I could kill that bastard. And I wanted to.

But, the Courts of the State of Vermont prevented me from doing it by putting him in prison for twenty-five years to life.

I was devastated. Losing my Sarah all but destroyed me.

We had been living in the same house for the past fifteen years. To everyone we were Mother-in-law and Son-in-law. No one, not even the children knew the truth.

After mom's second husband, "Uncle Freddy" was killed, also by a drunk; Mom, Rachel and I with the children bought house large enough for all of us. We lived like this through the loss of Rachel to a cerebral hemorrhage, until my youngest, Melissa moved out.

Then Mom and I bought a small cottage and lived there together. It seemed the natural thing to do, a mother-in-law and Son-in-law living in the same house.

All of the children came to the funeral. Sally and Freddy; and Terry, Deborah, Robert and little Melissa. They were all there. Trying to help me and help to ease the pain. Sally and Terry, who lived in Great Britain, wanted me to go back with them, but I couldn't.

At fifty years old, I was alone, for the first time in my life.

I found relief in the anti-depressants that the doctor gave me. The Valium and other drugs whose names I don't recall. For a couple of weeks I was in a drugged stupor. Hallucinating, thinking I was still making love to my Sarah and Rachel.

My daughter, Deborah had stayed with me. Her husband, Dennis, was on an extended business trip. She nursed me back to sanity. She weaned me off of the drugs and forced me back into the classroom.

Did I say that I am a full professor in Astro-physics in a rather reputable university in Vermont? Well, I am. And Debby brought me back to that world.

It was difficult having Debby leave. I had come to lean on her and depend on her to keep me on the ground. But, when her husband returned, she went back to him.

I was alone again, but now I could handle it a little better. I lived alone, teaching, attending meetings and doing research. Back to my life.

One night, about three months after Debby left, I got home and checked my phone messages. Debby had left a message. She sounded upset. She wanted to talk to me; it was important.

I immediately caller her. She was really upset. She had a fight with Dennis. She told him that she was pregnant. He went ballistic. He didn't want children. He had insisted that she have an abortion. If she didn't have it aborted, he would throw her out. She refused to end the pregnancy.

I told her that she should come and stay with me.

The next day Debby showed up at my front door. She was standing there with her bags in her hands.

Debby was about 5'6, with short golden blonde hair. She had a small thin build, smallish breasts, slim waist, round hips with a lovely firm butt and wonderful shapely legs. Her belly showed the barest hint of her pregnancy.

She was my beautiful daughter. I took her in my arms and hugged her. She started to weep.

We went into the house and she went into Sarah's room. We sat on the bed and talked. She told me that before the marriage, Dennis said that he wanted to have kids. However, right after the wedding he changed his mind.

"I don't want a sniveling, crapping, little turd around. My time is far too important to be wasted on something like that," he told her with a laugh.

"I thought that he would change his mind when I told him that I was pregnant," she wept into my shoulder.

Five months later Debby gave birth to my grandson, Daniel. Debby didn't want any part of Dennis so she gave Danny her maiden name, thus my grandson was named Daniel Matthew Matson.

Shortly after Danny was born, Debby and Dennis were divorced. Debby got full custody of Daniel. Dennis gladly gave up all rights to him; in turn there would be no child support.

I had argued that the bastard should pay something, but Debby was adamant about it.

"I don't want him to have any connection with Daniel. Anyway I will be able to support my son all by myself," she told me.

Just before getting pregnant, Debby had received her doctorate in genetic engineering. Her paper, on something far above my head, was very well received and she was offered a number of very lucrative job offers.

After her breakup with Dennis, Debby accepted a job not far from the University where I taught.

Over the next year, Debby, Danny and I lived in the cottage. Having Debby and Danny at home was heaven. I wasn't alone and I couldn't ask for better company. Debby was wonderful, witty and charming. It seemed that we were always laughing about something.

After a bad or stressful day, I would calm down soon after getting home. Taking care of Danny was my joy, he was such a happy baby and although there were times he wasn't, they seemed to be few and far between (selective memory?).

Each night Debby and I would have dinner together after putting Danny to bed. I have never been one for early dinners and neither was Debby. We would enjoy leisurely dinners and sometimes break open a bottle of wine.

Afterwards, we would either do some work or sit and watch TV, doing more talking and laughing than watching.

I would usually sit in my stuffed armchair and Debby would lounge on the sofa. There were times, after she had a tough day that we would sit on the sofa and cuddle.

Sometimes, the three of us would go out to dinner. Debby wanted to take Danny, even when he was an infant because, as she said, "I want him to learn how to behave in a restaurant."

I couldn't count the times when the waitress or waiter would tell me how beautiful "my son" was, or what a lovely wife and child I had.

At first I would correct them, but I quickly stopped that and just thanked them, telling them that I wholeheartedly agreed. It gave me sort of a perverse pleasure to think that they thought an old man like me could have such a beautiful wife and son.

When Debby would go on business trips, Danny and I would have Grandpa/Grandson, guy days. As far as I was concerned my life was perfect.

About a year and a half after Danny was born, Debby had come back from a conference in England. After Debby put Danny to bed, we sat in the living room having a glass of wine, talking and laughing. She had told me about her presentation and the conference and I told her about the times Danny had going to the Zoo and park.

Although we had not eaten, neither of us wanted to get up and prepare dinner.

We had a couple glasses of wine and I was beginning to feel all warm and comfortable. I said that I was going up to my room to get changed and Deborah said she was too, but she was going to call for Chinese take out first. I thought that was a good idea.

I came back down I was wearing a sweatshirt, a pair of flannel pants and slippers, a real fashion statement. Debby was wearing a heavy robe and a pair of fuzzy slippers. Like father, like daughter.

As we were waiting for the food to be delivered, Debby opened another bottle of wine. As I nursed the glass of wine, the food came and we ate. The food made me feel better, but I still felt a little buzz

We sat in the living room Debby on the couch and I in my armchair. She told me that she had visited her Aunt Sally and her brother Terry.

Sally is my daughter and half sister and Terry is my son and nephew. Sally and Terry think that they are aunt and nephew. They are now married ... to each other and have three children. I've known this for years and so did Mom.

Debby said that she had suspected something but was surprised that her intuition was right. She had known that Sally always loved Terry, and that years ago, when they were in their teens, Terry had confided in her that if Sally wasn't his aunt he would have tried to seduce her.

At the time Debby thought that it was so funny, her brother having the hots for his aunt. Even though Sally was only three months older than Terry.

Debby told me that they are so happy that it was a pleasure to be with them. She was so pleased that they had found such happiness, something that has thus far eluded her.

Then she laughed strangely and looked at me in a funny way.

Debby was going to get up and fill the glasses once again, but I told her that I would do it. I got up and got the wine bottle and filled our glasses.

When I returned, Debby patted the couch next to her and said, "Please sit with me, Dad."

I sat down next to her and she put her arms around me and hugged me.

"Dad, I don't know what I would have done without you. Taking me in like you did. Being here for Danny and me. You are so wonderful.

"But, sometimes I wonder if you want to be stuck with Danny and me living here. I really don't want us to be a burden. Oh, Daddy, I love you so much," she said with a far away look on her face.

"I love you, too. You and Danny. I love having you here with me. I wouldn't want it any other way," I said

Then I asked, "Is this a way of telling me that you are leaving?"

I was in a panic. Had Debby met someone? Was she going out of my life? I didn't know what to do.

All of a sudden I realized that I was in love with my Debby. I wanted her to be with me forever. I didn't know what I would do if she left.

"Do you want me to?" she asked smiling.

"No, I don't ever want you and Danny to leave. But, that is selfish of me. I will understand if you want to. It would be easier to find someone you could love if you were on your own. Then you could find that happiness that has eluded you. You know that you will always have an available babysitter," I answered, my heart breaking but trying to take the high road.

She laughed and said, "Daddy, you are the best baby sitter in the world, and as far as finding someone to love, I love you, and you are right here with me."

We hugged tightly.

I looked into her eyes and said, in a quiet voice, "Debby, I love you and I love having you here with me. But, you should have someone your own age, someone to be a father for Danny."

Debby lightly kissed me and whispered, "Daddy, no one could be a better father for Danny than you. He loves you so much, and so do I."

Then she kissed me on the lips. A hard passionate kiss.

It took all of my will power not to return the kiss. But my body betrayed me; I began to get an erection.

I pushed her away and sternly said, "Deborah, I am your father, you can't kiss me like that."

She just smiled at me and whispered, "Why not Daddy? I know that you are my father, but I want you. I want you more than anything else in this world."

I put my hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes and said softly, "Oh my sweet, beautiful Deborah, I love you so much ... but that would be incest and..."

She interrupted me and said, "Daddy, that is the last argument I would expect from you."

"If you are talking about Terry and..."

She put her finger on my lips, silencing me and said smiling, "I'm not talking about Sally and Terry. I'm talking about you and mom, and Grandma.

"Daddy, my love, I know all of your secrets. I know that Mom was also your sister and that Grandma was your mother. Daddy you had four children with your sister and at least one child, Sally, with your mother, I don't know for sure about Freddy."

I stammered, "But ... how..."

"Oh, my sweet loveable father," she laughed. "What do you think I do? I'm a geneticist. I work with DNA.

"When I was in school, whose DNA do you think we look at first? Our own. It came as quite a shock when I first looked at mine. I thought that I screwed up the tests. But, after about a dozen or so times with the same result ... I knew there was no mistake. My mother and father were brother and sister," she explained.

As she talked I thought that I was lost, my whole world was falling around me, I didn't know what to say. I always thought that I would be able to keep that secret. We had never told anyone. We had worked out all of the documents to make it look like there was no familial connection between us.

I looked down and started to cry, "Oh god, Debby, I'm so sorry."

Debby took me in her arms and whispered in my ear, "There is nothing to be sorry about, my love, my daddy."

I looked into her eyes and slowly brought she brought her lips to mine. She softly kissed my lips. I returned her kiss. Then, I kissed her again, a soft butterfly kiss.

Then she pulled me into her and kissed me hard and passionately. I held her to me and returned the kiss with passion and lust.

My tongue pushed between her lips and she immediately opened her mouth and accepted it. Our tongues caressed and explored each other's mouth.

My hands caressed her body. Moving all over her back from her shoulders to her shapely, firm ass.

She lay back on the couch, pulling me on top of her.

I broke the kiss and began to kiss my way down her jaw and onto her neck.

She held my head to her, moaning that she loved me and wanted me.

I spread her robe open to find that she was naked underneath. I kissed down her chest and moved up her breast to her nipple. It was erect.

I took her nipple in my mouth and softly sucked.

Debby moaned and pressed my head into her chest. I continued to kiss and suck on her breast.

Debby reached down put her hand into my pants and started to stroke my dick.

I rose up and once again kissed her lips; I moved my hand moved between her legs. She spread them and I began to caress the lips of her vagina. I slowly ran my fingers up and down, feeling and spreading the wetness that was coming from her.

I moved one and then two fingers into her vagina. Debby pushed her hips up into in hand and groaned louder, as I began to rub and tease her clitoris.

She was pulling on my dick, stroking it harder and faster. Her soft hand felt fantastic and I knew that I would be coming if she continued.

All of a sudden Debby let go of my cock and wrapped her arms around my neck and mashed her lips into mine. She was pushing up into my hand as I flailed at her clitoris with my fingers.

She began to screech "Oh DADDY, DADDY, DADDY, I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU"

Her body began to shake as she was over taken by her orgasm. She then went stiff and let out a high pitch whine. Her whine built into a scream and then a gasping for breath.

I held her tightly as she orgasmed, I kissed her face, her neck and her lips.

As she came down, Debby looked into my eyes and said, "Daddy, I want you, I need you in me ... please make love to me."

She was pulling my pants down as she said this. I lifted myself up and took off my sweatshirt.

I looked down at Debby. I hadn't seen her body since I had last changed her diapers.

I couldn't believe my eyes. She was a goddess, my Aphrodite, my Venus.

Her breasts were firm and round, her areolas were like pink rose petals with their erect nipples slightly darker. She had a small waist and a flat belly. Her hips flared out accentuating their roundness. She had a small triangle of golden hair that went between her shapely legs, so light that it almost looked like down.

I scooped her into my arms and carried her up the stairs and into my bedroom. I lay her on the queen-sized bed and whispered, "This is where I want to make love to you."

Debby smiled up at me and as she held her arms out said, "Come to me my love, be mine as I will be yours."

She spread her legs as I lowered my body onto her. I kissed her lips. She pushed her tongue into my mouth caressing and fondling my tongue.

Debby reached down taking my erect dick into her hand and guided it between the lips of her vagina.

I pushed my hips forward and the head of my dick entered her sopping wet channel.

I looked down at her face. She was looking into my eyes and smiling. She silently mouthed, "I love you" as I pushed my dick further into her.

I slowly continued to push my dick into her until I was completely inside her. Our hips were pressing together, our pubic hair entangled.

I held still, fully inside of Debby. We looked into each other's eyes. We knew what we were doing. I was making love to my daughter and Debby was making love to her father.

I lowered my head and softly kissed her lips. She returned my kiss with equal softness.

I pulled my head back and looking in her eyes, I said, "Oh, Debby don't ever leave me. I couldn't live with out you. I love you so much."

"Daddy, you have nothing to worry about, I am yours forever. I will never leave you ... ever."

I began to pull my dick out of her, I stopped when only the head was still in her and then I plunged back into her.

As I rammed my dick back into her she gasped and threw her hips up into me. We entered into a rhythm. Plunge, withdraw, push up and fall back. Over and over we played the rhythm that has been played since Adam first met Eve.

We played the music of love and we danced the dance of lovers. Nothing could bring two people closer, could create a union more intimate than we had at this moment.

We entered a union that could only be made by two people, who had a complete commitment to each other. The commitment that Debby and I were making to each other right now.

Not only the physical union of our bodies but a union of our spirits, of our souls. We were together and would never separate again.

I was now plunging my dick into Debby with abandon. Debby had her legs locked around my waist, pulling me into her as deep as possible.

I was moaning, just sounds no words, I was beyond words. Nothing I could say could be more eloquent than the passion and love that our bodies were expressing at this moment.

Debby began screaming, "OH GOD DADDY, PLEASE ... PLEASE ... NOW ... NOW ... DON'T STOP, LOVE ME, FUCK ME, PLEASE DADDY. CUM FOR ME ... CUM IN ME. I WANT YOU, I WANT YOU NOW."

I felt my own orgasm building, coming closer, becoming more and more imminent. But now as Debby began to scream, I lost the little control I had retained. I rammed my dick as far into her as I could. Pushing through her cervix and began to ejaculate into my loving daughter's womb.

Again and again I shot my cum into her, and it seemed that with each pulse, Debby would spasm around my dick squeezing and sucking me with her vagina.

I roared out as I was engulfed by the unbelievable pleasure. I was lost in a world of delight the likes of which I had never experienced. I was lost with this wonderful, beautiful woman who was loving me with everything in her body and soul.

We were lost but we never wanted to find our way back. We wanted to remain here together, united, being one for the rest of time.

But, it's as if the gods who created us, jealously guard that paradise of pleasure. They allow us to taste it for only a short while and then force us back into the mundane world we live in, no matter how we fight to remain.

Slowly, ever so slowly our lust and passion abated, until finally spent, I collapsed onto the bed next to her.

We lay there on the bed holding each other close. Quietly whispering of our love. Lightly kissing and fondling and eventually falling asleep in each other's arms.

When I awoke in the morning I just stared into the dark and listened to the deep even breaths of this beautiful woman sleeping in my arms.

I had no feelings of guilt or regret, just joy in finding a woman who I loved and who loved me with all of her heart.

As the sun came up and the room brightened, Debby began to wake and stretched. I pulled her a little closer. With her eyes closed, she smiled and said, "Good morning, my love. Have you been awake long?"

"A while, I was just enjoying having you in my arms and watching you sleep. Oh, Debby, I love you so much."

"And I love you, Daddy. I love you more than I have ever loved any other man.

"Daddy, I am so happy here with you, I have my love and our son. What more could I want? I never want to leave," she told me softly.

I held her close, "You will never have to leave. I want you here with me forever."

We kissed and I began to caress her breast.

"MMOOOOMMMMMMYYYY ... POPPPPYYY," a little voice shouted.

Debby and I both started to laugh.

As she got up she smiled, "I'll get him."

"Okay, you take care of Danny and I'll get breakfast."

Saturday morning breakfast was pankies (Pancakes), one half slice of bacon and chocolate milk for Danny and a little more for Debby and I...

After a leisurely breakfast (well about as leisurely as a breakfast can be, with an eighteen month old little boy) we spent the morning cleaning and doing laundry.

After lunch, we put Danny in for a nap. I sat in my chair and Debby came and sat on my lap, kissing me and holding me close.

As we sat there I gave her the full, unabridged, unedited history of the Matson Family, at least from 1968, when I was drafted.

I told her how Mom and I first made love in Columbia, South Carolina, right after I got out of Basic Training and that she had gotten pregnant that weekend. How my sister Rachel and I first made love while I was on Christmas Leave. And about that last weekend at home before being shipped to Southeast Asia, when I impregnated her.

She found that fact that they didn't tell me about the pregnancies to be funny. Laughing that it must have been quite a surprise to come home to two children. She did understand Uncle Freddy's reluctance in telling me.

I told her all I knew about their move from Chicago to Vermont, the purchase of the Restaurant and how the families grew.

I did confirm her suspicions that Freddy was my son and about the situation with Uncle Freddy and Mom.

I talked and talked, telling Debby everything about the family. Answering all of her questions.

I talked until Danny woke from his nap. This was the time that Danny was weepy and clingy. When Debby wasn't around, Poppy was a suitable replacement, but when Debby was around all he wanted was MOMMY.

We went shopping that afternoon, for groceries and household items. We were like a married couple with their young son and we were reveling in it.

That evening after bathing Danny and putting him to bed, Debby and I had dinner. After cleaning up, we sat on the couch, cuddling. Debby told me that it was her turn to talk.

She told me that after she came to accept that her mother and father were brother and sister, she went over her DNA with a fine-toothed comb. She searched for genetic defects or weaknesses. She found nothing, no problems at all.

When she was in England she tested Terry, Sally and the three children. Again nothing, no problems. She even tested Danny and found nothing.

She told me that she wanted to test Freddy, Robert and Melissa but she really didn't think that she would find any problems. She wasn't sure how to go about it. She didn't want to have to tell them.

Then she put her head on my chest and said, "Daddy, I want to tell you something and I ask that you just listen."

I nodded, keeping silent.

Debby went on, "Soon after the wedding, I realized that I had made a mistake, a big one, when I married Dennis. I came to realize that all he was interested in was conquest. He would do or say anything to get a woman into bed. Even, it appears marry them. But, once he had his way with you, he slowly lost interest.

"This is what happened with me, shortly after we were married things started to go slow down until there was very little sexual contact between us. I knew that he was having affairs. At first I was crushed, but soon I stopped caring."

I wanted to ask, why in gods name did you let him get you pregnant? But, I said nothing.

"Daddy, I knew that if I got pregnant it would end the marriage. But, there was no way I wanted to have that bastard's baby.

"While I was here with you after Grandma died, I would have sex with you. You were always calling me by Mom's name or Grandma's name, you were loving them in your mind while you loved me with your body ... Daddy ... Danny is not only your grandson ... but he is also your son. Please Daddy, please don't hate me," she said weeping.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing ... I had unknowingly made my own daughter pregnant and she gave birth to my Danny ... my son?

I held her tight and lifted her face to me. It was wet with her tears and I began to kiss them away.

I looked into her eyes and softly said, "Oh, my Debby, my love, my beauty, I love you ... more than anything, I could never hate you. I couldn't be happier knowing that Danny is my son.

Now things made sense. Why she didn't want anything from Dennis, why she tested Danny and why she called Danny our son this morning. I held her tight and kissed her.

The kiss became more and more passionate, our lips crushed together and our tongues danced.

When the kiss broke. I looked her in the eyes and smiled.

She smiled at me, "Daddy, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Oh, Debby, we will always be together. Raising our son and loving each other, forever."

I picked her up and carried her up the stairs and into my ... no ... OUR bedroom. I lay her on the bed and began to unbutton her blouse. I slowly stripped her. First I removed her blouse then her skirt, the bra, the pantyhose and panties.

I sat up and removed my clothes. I lay down next to her and pulled her naked body into mine.

We crushed our lips together, mouths open and tongues meeting and caressing. My hands were all over her back, from her shoulders to her round firm ass.

She was holding me tightly to her. Her hands were pulling me as close to her as possible.

I began to kiss her cheeks to her jaw and down to her neck. I kissed down her neck, chest to her breast. I kissed the nipple and took it into my mouth and sucked.

She moaned and held my head to her.

I moved from one breast to the other and back again. While I sucked on one breast I would fondle the other with my hand.

The aroma of her body was fantastic. I began to kiss and lick my way down her body. Over her firm stomach, down to her golden triangle of pubic hair.

The scent of her body combining with the aroma of her sex was an intoxicant. I breathed her fragrance in. Breathing deeply, getting high on my daughter's perfume. My dick had been hard but now it was like a steel beam jutting out of my body.

Lower and lower I went, until I was lying between those magnificent shapely legs. I was kissing her thighs, moving from the tops to the inner thigh. Kissing, licking, loving my beautiful daughter.

I spread her vaginal lips with my fingers and began to lick the wet warm folds of her vulva. Debby gasped when I stuck my tongue into her. Her hands went to the back of my head and pushed my face into her cunt.

She was wet. Her juices were oozing from her vagina. I drank from her fountain, as I drank from her mother's fountain; as I drank from her grandmother's fountain.

She was delicious. Wonderfully, deliciously exhilarating. I was reveling in the thrill of the moment.

I inserted one finger into her and then another. I moved my face up a little and began to attend to her clitoris.

As I began to suck on her little button she groaned and pushed on my head even harder.

I became crazed wanting more and more of her taste, her aroma, her flavor. I attacked her clit. I sucked, licked and blew on that organ of pleasure.

Debby, screamed out her pleasure. Her body stiffened and began to spasm as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body.

I continued worshiping at her sexual altar until, finally her body went limp. She was spent.

I lifted up and kissed her. Her nectar was all over my face and fingers. I licked my fingers, enjoying the flavor.

Debby began to lick my face, cleaning her off her wetness.

"Oh my god, Daddy, that was unbelievable. No one has ever done that to me before, no one has ever made me feel like that. Oh god ... I love you."

Debby then pushed me onto my back. She lifted up and moved her leg over my hips. She took my dick in her hand and guided it into her.

When the head of my cock was in her she dropped down skewering herself on my rock hard dick.

"I want you, my love ... I have to have you in me. I need you in me," she groaned

She lifted herself up until only the tip of my dick was still in her and then dropped down onto me.

Again and again she lifted and dropped. As she dropped, I pushed my hips up, meeting her and forcing my dick into her.

She was riding me like I have never been ridden before. Her breasts were bouncing and jiggling.

Her head was thrown back as she bucked on me. A low moan was coming from deep in her throat.

She then fell onto me and began to kiss me with an unbelievable fury. Mashing her lips into mine, forcing her tongue into my mouth. She didn't stop riding my dick, in fact she became wilder and wilder with pounding her cunt onto my dick.

As she bounced on me, I joined her in the furious fucking. I slammed my dick up into her, faster and faster, harder and harder. Fucking each other with wild abandon.

I was very quickly loosing all control and I felt the stirrings of my orgasm start deep within my balls.

I roared out my love for Debby, "I'd going to cum, I'm going to cum."

"Yes, Daddy, yes, cum for me. Put your cum into me. I want all of your cum. Please, Daddy, please, give me your wonderful seed. Give me another baby, make me pregnant."

Hearing Debby beg me to give her another child drove me over the top. I stiffened, grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto me. I pushed my hips up, driving my dick as deep into her body as I could. And I came.

I ejaculated into her, shooting my sperm, my life giving seed into her young fertile womb. Again and again my dick spasmed and unloaded into her body.

As my dick twitched inside her body, Debby went into her orgasm. She grabbed me and held me with a strength that I never expected. She stifled her screams by biting my shoulder.

The pain was exquisite. The blending of the pain and pleasure made the pleasure that much more intense.

She trembled and shook as her orgasms washed over and through her.

Our bodies were aglow with the sweat of our lovemaking. The night air was made cooler by the evaporation of our sweat, so I reached down and pulled the sheet and comforter over us.

We lay there for a long time. Debby's body on top of mine. Holding each other and cuddling.

Later, she moved next to me and fell asleep in my arms.

I awoke with Debby cleaning my shoulder. She was visibly upset. She had tears in her eyes.

When I opened my eyes, she looked at me, "Daddy, I had no idea that I had hurt you, I bit you and drew blood, Oh god, Daddy, I'm so sorry ... please forgive me."

"My love, you didn't hurt me. It was wonderful, now you have marked me as yours. I can never belong to another. I am yours forever, branded by my daughter'" I said smiling.

It was very early, our son was still sleeping. OUR SON, our son. The idea gave me such joy, so much happiness. I was truly alive again. I had a new wife and a new son. I was in heaven.

We went into the bathroom to shower. I looked at my shoulder in the mirror. Debby had truly marked me. I could see the teeth marks and the dried blood, it would scar up nicely.

Debby was still apologizing, and cleaning it up. I told her not to worry as I was going to take a shower and would clean it then.

"Oh, you're going to take a shower ... what about me? I guess I will stand out here waiting for you to finish and then I can take a shower. You can just wash your back BY YOURSELF"

I grabbed her and pulled her into me and kissed her.

"You're going to stand out here and wait for me to finish ... I don't think so. I don't ever want to have to wash my own back again. And I want to be the only one to wash your back ... and front ... and sides ... et cetera ... et cetera ... et cetera," I laughed.

We got into the shower, and we washed each other, very slowly and thoroughly. As we rinsed off, I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I lowered her onto my erection and we made slow, sweet love.

Once again I ejaculated into Debby's body, as she came on my dick.

We just held onto each in the spray of the shower.

After getting out of the shower and drying off, Debby put some antibiotics on my shoulder and then bandaged it.

As we were making the bed, our son woke up and started to scream for his MOMMY.

Debby went to change Danny and get him dressed and I went to make coffee and breakfast.

Debby did not get pregnant that night. But, about two months later, she told me that she had missed her period. The instant test indicted that she was pregnant and a visit to the doctor's office confirmed that.

We were going to have another child. I would have another grandchild/son or daughter.

Debby told every one that she wanted another child and was not going to tie herself to another husband. She could do it on her own. This was accepted by every one. I am sure that there was talk about her being single and having a child but that was all.

But then, who would expect that she was pregnant by her father. Sure she lived with him, but he was a live-in babysitter.

When Debby was in her fifth month, and showing her pregnancy beautifully, I received a phone call from my youngest, Melissa. No she wasn't my youngest ... she was my youngest daughter. She was my baby girl.

Melissa said that she hadn't seen me or her sister and her nephew in such a long time she was going to come to Vermont and visit. She is an elementary school teacher in Boston.

She said that she was going to drag her brother, Robert along.

I laughed and said that I couldn't imagine that he could spend a weekend without going into the office.

She laughingly promised that he would be here. But she couldn't promise that he wouldn't call the office.

Robert was an attorney with a corporate law office just outside of Boston. He had gone through a rather nasty divorce a couple years ago and had thrown himself into his work.

I had been worried about him, after the divorce, but Melissa told me that she would keep an eye on him. She said that every once in a while she would drag him out on a double date or would set him up with one of her friends.

Debby had told Melissa and Robert about her pregnancy, but not who the father was. Melissa seemed to understand but Robert in his pompous way thought that it was terrible. Especially, because Dad would be stuck with raising the baby.

They showed up on Friday afternoon. There were hugs and kisses all around. It only took Danny a few minutes to warm up to his aunt and uncle.

I am always amazed when I see Robert with children, especially with Danny. It's no more mister big corporate attorney, but a warm wonderful person, who is on the floor rolling around and wrestling with Danny.

He even insisted in giving Danny his bath. I don't know who splashed more. Robert was soaked.

After putting Danny to bed we had dinner. It was a great time, we talked and laughed. It was a family dinner. We had not had such a time in a long while. But, there seemed to be a slight tension in the air, Robbie, was more a Robert, a bit formal. My little Lissa was fidgety and wouldn't look at me in the eyes.

I just passed it off as a reaction to seeing Debby pregnant.

After dinner we were sitting in the living room. Me in my armchair, Debby in the rocking chair we had bought and Robert and Melissa sitting on opposite ends of the couch.

The girls (I should say women ... but ... they will always be my little girls ... a father's prerogative) were drinking tea and Robert and I were having a glass of wine.

After a while it looked like Melissa was getting a little upset. She looked down at the floor and said, "Daddy, Debby, I have something to tell you."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Please listen ... this is very difficult ... I'm pregnant.

"Please don't be angry, please don't hate me," she said very softly.

Debby got up and went over to her and put her arm around Melissa's shoulders and hugged her.

It was obvious that Robert knew, I thought that's why she brought him, for support.

I looked at her and said, "Lissa, I could never hate you. Tell me, are you happy about the pregnancy?"

She looked up with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh yes Daddy, I want this baby."

"Does the father know?" I asked.

"Yes, he knows and he is very happy about it."

"Oh, baby, why didn't you bring..." Then it hit me ... she did bring him, the father of Melissa's baby was here sitting next to Debby. Robert and Melissa were going to have a baby.

I looked at them sitting on the couch. Melissa and Robert were looking dejectedly at the floor and Debby was desperately fighting to suppress her laughter.

Debby looked up at me smiling and said in a quiet voice, "It's in the genes."

Either they didn't hear what Debby said or were not paying attention, because neither responded to her comment.

All of a sudden, Robert stood up and in his most senatorial voice started, "Father, Deborah, I know that you are shocked and you may even be disgusted with us, but we are in love. We love each other with all of our hearts..."

"ROBERT, I interrupted, "Sit down, we don't need any closing arguments. We understand. Things like this happen..."

"FATHER, you don't really understand how..."

Debby looked at him and said rather sternly, "Robert, sit down, we understand a lot more than you know."

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