My Daughter Is Sadie Hawkins
Copyright© 2026 by Lubrican
Chapter 7
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 7 - We were locked down by Covid. My daughter's heart was broken because she couldn't ask her boyfriend to the Sadie Hawkins dance at the school that was now closed. I told her we'd dress up and have dinner and the dance at home. She found my late wife's favorite, very sexy dress and wore it to the dance. while we were dancing she said had decided to give her virginity to her boyfriend after the dance. And now all she had was me.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Father Daughter First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy
I looked over her shoulder at the clock. It was one-forty-five. It was forty-five minutes since I had seeded my daughter.
Plenty of time had passed for Mister Baldy to revive and stand up to be counted again.
“Caitlin, Honey, I don’t think you understand how I’m going to want this to end if we do things your way. If we keep making love, and I keep cumming in you, there will come a time when I’ll wish my sperm is finding your egg and fertilizing it. There will come a time when I’ll wish you had a big belly as you walk around in this house. There will come a time when I’ll try to breed you and make you pregnant. That’s how far things will go for me if I start sleeping with my daughter.”
I swallowed.
“Your turn.”
She leaned forward to kiss my chest.
“When I think about what you just said, it’s kind of odd. I know exactly how I would have felt a couple of days ago. But that is not how I feel right now. I agree that I should not become pregnant with your baby.”
“Thank goodness,” I sighed.
“You didn’t let me finish. I agree that I should not get pregnant right now. I don’t know about the future or what it will bring. How could we have anticipated Covid and what it would do to our lives? But you need to know that the concept of me having a big belly with your baby in it does not horrify me.”
She blinked several times.
“In fact, it makes me kind of horny.”’
She licked her lips.
“Your turn.”
“This is a terrible idea, Caitlin,” I moaned.
“Covid was a terrible thing, too ... but it got us to where we are right now and in my opinion that’s the silver lining to the Covid-19 cloud that is smothering all of us.”
She must have felt Mister Baldy rising to say he agreed with her. She reached for it and gripped it gently. She moved her hand down and up once. Then she did it again and said, “I want this in my pussy, moving like this. I want you to go slowly, this time, so I have time to feel and remember it all. And I want to feel that warm stuff that I think of as your love, flowing into me. We can get the Morning After pill tomorrow ... today ... within 24 hours of the last time you cum in me.”
She scrambled down to my penis and skinned the foreskin back.
“Hi, Mister Baldy,” she said. “You made me very happy, so thank you. Have you ever wanted to go spelunking? I know the perfect cave for you to go into. It will be dark, but you can feel your way. I know you’ll be glad you explored this cave.”
She closed her mouth around my knob and sucked on it for maybe ten seconds. Then she got up and stood beside the bed.
“I have heard there are different positions. I want to try them all. The first time I want you on top of me, like last time, only slower. Then I want to try doggy style. I can’t imagine what that would feel like but I want to try it. Okay?”
I stared at her. She was going to railroad me into this and there was nothing I could do about it. She had made up her mind and did not want to be confused with the facts.
“Jethro?” she said, bringing me back from wherever I was when I figured out I was toast. “It is still Sadie Hawkins day in somewhere between California and Hawaii, Jethro. Are you going to honor your promise to do whatever I tell you to do?”
I rolled on my back so my stiff prick stuck up in the air.
“Yes, Miss Sadie. I’m here.”
I swallowed.
“I’ll do whatever you tell me to do.”
We didn’t just stay in bed and go at it. Cat said she was hungry so we went to the kitchen to find something to snack on. The ice wine was still on the table so I picked it up and took a swig from the bottle. I looked at her as she moved around in the kitchen. She was so beautiful it made my heart ache. Seeing her walking around nude seemed somehow casually normal. Mister Baldy knew what the future held and he didn’t flag even a little bit during the ten or fifteen minute interlude we took.
Then she came to me, put her arms around my neck, and pulled me down for a scorching kiss.
When the kiss broke, she said, “I’m not hungry anymore.” She reached for Mister Baldy and squeezed him. “I should have said I’m not hungry for food anymore. My tummy is happy. Now I want my pussy to gobble something up and be happy, too.”
It was almost a production. She wanted to be able to see everything, so we had to gather enough pillows so she could half recline. Then, it turned out she was sitting up too much and our heads bumped as I got into position. We adjusted the pillows and I got between her knees as she pulled them up and spread them. There was no hesitance, no suggestion of nervousness as she opened herself to be taken.
“Wait!” she said as I fisted my prick and aimed it. “Where’s my phone? I should take pictures.”
“To show to who?” I asked.
“So I can watch it and see it again,” she said.
“Any time you want to watch it, we’ll just make love again,” I suggested.
“Oh. I suppose you’re right.”
I got in position again and nudged the tip of Mister Baldy between her pussy lips.
I pushed. She held her breath.
Nothing happened. In fact, my penis bent, but it didn’t go in.
“Stupid me,” I sighed.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“You’re not ready,” I said.
“Yes I am! I want to do this!”
“What I meant is that your body isn’t ready. You’re not slippery and with no lubrication there is too much friction and I can’t go in.”
“Well, fix it!” she barked.
I kissed her and rubbed noses.
“Be patient. You’re going to get to watch as long and as many times as you want to.”
I moved to her nipples and sucked each one. I heard her sigh and felt her relax.
“Suck my clit, Jethro,” she said.
I moved to do that and she made all sorts of appreciative noises. But she didn’t cum.
“I love that so much,” she moaned.
I tested her with a finger. There was some lube there, but I didn’t think there was enough. I got an idea.
“I’ll be right back,” I said.
“No! Wait! I’m not finished, yet!” she complained.
“I’m going to get something that will help,” I said.
“Your tongue is doing a fine job,” she argued.
“Just wait, there,” I said.
I went to the closet where we keep medical supplies and peered inside. Yup, there it was at the back of the shelf. I reached in and got the jar and took it back.
“Vaseline,” I said. “It will make you slippery enough to let me in.”
She sat up. I opened the jar and showed it to her.
“Get some on your finger and put it all over the end of my cock,” I said.
“This is weird, Dad,” she said.
“Do you want to make love or not?”
“Oh, poo!” she said.
She reached in with a finger and brought it out with a tiny dab of jelly on it. She looked at it and reached to wipe the tip of Mister Baldy.
“Lie down,” I ordered her.
She got back in position and I took a big glob of jelly out of the jar. I retracted my foreskin and slathered it on the tip of my cock. Then I smeared the rest all over her pussy.
“Ewww, Daddy!” she complained.
“Watch,” I said, tersely.
I got into position again and this time, when I nosed in, three inches sank into her effortlessly.
“Ahhhh!” she yipped.
“Is that what you wanted?” I asked. “Or was this more that you had in mind?”
I pushed the rest in her until my public bone smashed her clit. I gave her a little rub, to go along with it.
She babbled. Her arms waved around in the air before her hands slammed down on my shoulders. She was still staring at where there had been a penis, which was now deep inside her.
I leaned down and kissed the top of her head.
“Baby?” I said.
She looked up. Her eyes were glazed.
“I’m gonna make a baby in you, how.”
I pushed and squirted. It wasn’t fair to her because she didn’t have a chance to enjoy anything. It had happened too fast, again. But seeing her there, under me, wide open and welcoming, I let the cave man in me take over and tried to breed her.
“I’m sorry,” I panted. “I lost control.”
“I’ll say,” she said, lying next to me. “I’ve heard of ‘wham, bam, thank you ma’am’ and now I know what it means.”
“Next time you’ll be on top and you’ll be in control. I won’t have such a strong urge if we do it that way.”
“Daddy, it’s almost three-thirty in the morning. I’m tired. We need to sleep.”
“Yes!” I said. “That’s a good idea. Then, in the morning we can make sure you have a good time.”
“It already is morning, Father,” she said.
“I want to sleep with you. Do you want to sleep with me?”
She was miffed, but that calmed her down.
“Yes,” she said.
“Then let’s sleep. When we wake up, whether it’s still morning or afternoon, we can try this again.”
“Okay,” she said.
“I love you, Honey,” I said.
“I can tell. You never said you wanted to get me pregnant, before.”
“That was just my hormones talking,” I said.
“I kind of like your hormones. That was the best part of what happened.”
We cuddled and kissed. She nodded off and I pulled her against me. She wiggled into a comfortable position and her body went limp.
I just lay there, thinking about everything. I didn’t think I’d be able to sleep, but, eventually, I did.
When I woke up I was alone. Worried, I sat up and then got out of bed. I had to hit the John first, and then went looking for my daughter. I found her making pancakes and relaxed. She had on panties, but that was all.
“Hi,” I said, noncommittally. She looked over her shoulder. Even that, where all I saw was her naked back and her rump covered by panties, with that gorgeous face looking at me, made my flaccid cock start filling with blood.
She left the bowl and came to put her arms around my neck. She kissed me and I knew, then, she wasn’t upset.
“I’m sorry about last night,” I said.”
“I don’t remember anything you should be sorry about, but I’m sure there were times when you wanted to and Mom didn’t, or Mom wanted to and you didn’t feel like it. I love how our relationship has changed, but I also know it won’t be all unicorns and rainbows.”
“Thank you. I have to tell you, though, when I came in here and you looked at me, that was all it took to make me stiff.”
“I know!” she said. “It’s crazy. It’s like my super power is to make my daddy’s penis rock hard!”
“This is all still new for both of us. There will probably be other burps.”
She shrugged.
“I don’t mind burps, as long as I get to keep sleeping with my daddy.”
She went back to the pancake mix and I made coffee with the Keurig. She doesn’t drink coffee, but I need a cup every morning. It was all very domestic as I got out the butter and she got the syrup bottle down.
“You’re staring at me,” she commented, as she poured an extra-large pancake into the pan.
“You’re beautiful,” I said. “Why would I stare at anything else?”
“You can’t be that way when you’re driving me around,” she said with a grin.
“You can’t be driven around wearing only panties,” I said.
“It was strange,” she said. “I woke up lying next to my daddy, with one of my arms thrown across him. When I got up and looked at him I stared at the penis that had been in me just hours before. It was almost impossible to believe. But there you were, lying on your back, naked, and I was naked and I got the oddest feeling that I needed to put on panties. So I did. How crazy is that?”
“You look delicious in just panties,” I said. “Seeing you in panties makes me want to take them off of you.”
“So what if I’m not wearing any? What then?”
“If you’re not wearing panties, I want to push my penis in your pretty pussy.” I frowned. “But not like last night. The animal in me took over. I won’t let that happen again.”
“In one sense it was kind of cool,” she said. “You sounded like an animal, and when you pressed into me you put your hands under my armpits and grabbed my shoulders. I felt like there was no way in the world I could get away. I didn’t want to get away, but that feeling of helplessness made me panic a little bit. Then you said you were going to make a baby in me and everything was okay, again.”
“How can you be okay with me wanting to breed you?”
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