Chapter 3

Three months later...

Roxy couldn’t believe the double-lined pregnancy test in her hand, but it was really just a formality by that point. She hadn’t had a period in three months, her clothes were getting tight, and she had finally gone to see a doctor about it, hoping against hope that it wasn’t some sort of cancer. Naturally, the first thing the doctor did was test her for pregnancy and it had come back positive!

But she hadn’t had a boyfriend since before summer began, and that had been 6 months ago! There was no way that she could be pregnant! She had purchased an over-the-counter test on the way back to the university dorms, but it stoically agreed with the doctor’s assessment: somehow, she was pregnant.

The timing lined up with her ‘farewell’ orgy, and the only man at the party had been her father. She had been knocked out by the tainted pot brownies her friend Zara’s brother provided, but she knew that her father would never have taken advantage of her like that! And yet, it seemed that he had.

‘Hi, Dad, did you fuck me when I was unconscious?’ wasn’t something she wanted to ask the man who had been her stalwart protector for her entire life. She wondered if maybe she had accidentally sat in the wet spot after he had fucked her friend Mia on the couch. That was the only thing that made sense, as unlikely as it seemed. She caressed her slightly rounded tummy and thought about her father’s sperm, how it must have worked so hard to soak into her bikini bottoms, slip inside her vagina, and finally swim all the way to her egg. It was a near impossibility ... what incredibly bad luck!

Because she had waited so long to get her missing period checked, she was now past the date where she could get an abortion. She was going to have to give birth to her own father’s baby!

Travis Bell got up from his nap and stretched, noting that his stomach was a little larger than he liked it. He’d have to work on that, especially since he had a date that night. He’d been out at the grocery store and chatted up an attractive dark-haired Latina who seemed familiar but he couldn’t place her, even after she told him her name was Bianca. After it somehow came up in conversation that her husband had left her some time ago, just like his wife, he had asked her out to coffee. A walk around the local park had led to a quick kiss, and then another, more formal date. That had ended with some heavy petting in the back of his truck and tonight he was going to her place for dinner and to meet her daughter.

“Mr. Bell?”

“Oh ... you know him?” Bianca asked the young woman who stared at Travis with big eyes.

He realized that this was... “Harmony! Good to see you again.” She was one of his daughter’s friends, looking so much like a younger version of her mother with C-cup breasts and wide hips, though her hair and skin was a little lighter, no doubt due to her father’s genetic influence. “Been a while.”

“Um, yeah.” She had trouble meeting his gaze. “I didn’t realize you were the ‘Travis’ my Mom was going on about.”

He turned to Bianca and gave her a winning grin. “You ‘go on’ about me?”

Bianca blushed. “I don’t! Well, not much ... oh, shut up!” She jokingly commanded the two of them. “Harmony, please help me in the kitchen.”

After a nice cabbage roll dinner, Bianca asked Harmony to hang out in her room while she and Travis cuddled on the couch. Soon, cuddling turned to caressing, which soon enough turned to her straddling him while rubbing their crotches together.

“Please tell me you brought condoms,” she asked him breathily while he nibbled on her pronounced nipples through her bra.

“I brought one, yeah.”

She sat back. “You just assumed you’d be getting some tonight, mister?”

He looked at her, wide-eyed. “I, uh, hoped...?”

She softened her gaze and continued grinding upon him. “I’m kidding. The real question is, why did you bring only one?” She dismounted, strode across the living room, and looked back at him sultrily. “Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?”

Bianca had been pleasantly surprised by the size of Travis’ member, and made him enter her slowly. Once they got comfortable, he was able to hold off for a good twenty minutes before he filled the prophylactic up with a sizable load. He hadn’t been with anyone since his daughter’s going-away party three months previous.

“Oh my fucking God,” Bianca moaned as she lay there, “between the size of that thing and all the orgasms you just gave me, I’m not up for a round two. I’m sorry, Travis.” She tried caressing his cheek but didn’t seem to have the strength to lift her hand.

“It’s okay,” he told her. “Gonna hit the head...” He pulled his boxers on and padded out of the room.

As he was returning from the bathroom, he heard a psst from down the hall. Harmony was poking her head out of what must have been her room and beckoned him closer. He tentatively approached. “What’s up?” he whispered.

She opened her door and directed him in. Frowning, he stepped in, noting that she was wearing a long sleep shirt that barely covered her thighs, but he didn’t let her close the door. “Whatever you want to talk about, I’m not getting caught in a closed room with my girlfriend’s daughter, Harmony. What’s going on?”

She made a sour face. “Girlfriend,” she muttered. “I think I’m jealous, Mr. Bell.”

He frowned again, confused. “Jealous? What?”

She stepped close, making him back up into the wall next to her doorway, and then took his hands in hers, directing them to her hips and making sure he had a good grip. “Now do you remember?”

He did ... the girl that had fucked him so many times that summer while he couldn’t see or hear, and loved him holding her flared hips as he filled her up with his sperm. “Oh shit! Harmony...”

“I didn’t want you to know it was me because I was sticking around town to work in my Mom’s shop, otherwise I would have stayed for Roxy’s afterparty. I heard it was a little nuts.” She tickled his through his boxers.

“Ah ... we can’t do this, Harmony,” he said, pulling his hands back and sashaying toward the open door. “I’m with your mom now.”

She grimaced. “Mom knows Roxy’s last name is Bell ... I’m pretty sure she knew your first name, too, before meeting you. Your random meeting probably wasn’t so random, y’know.”

Travis’ mind whirled. “Uh...”

She stepped forward again, this time grabbing his hips. “Like manipulative mother, like daughter, I guess. Here’s the deal: after you fuck my Mom and she falls asleep, you come to my room, otherwise she finds out about what we did this summer. I know this is a lot to process, so we’ll start next time you stay over.” She let him go and he stepped back into the hallway.

“Harmony...”

“It’s up to you, Mr. Bell.” Then she closed her door.

The next night, Harmony couldn’t help but listen as Mr. Bell made her mother cum again and again. She masturbated but couldn’t finish, worried about whether he would accept her deal. Sure enough, about a half-hour later he slipped into her room.

“Is my Mom’s pussy as nice as mine, Mr. Bell?” she asked him.

“I’ll need a refresher for comparison,” he replied as he pulled his boxers off and joined her on the queen-size bed.

In the dim light she saw that his long dong was fully erect and ready for her. He moved his face between her legs but she stopped him. “I’m already ... um, ready.”

“Oh, okay.” He fisted his cock and directed the head to her wet hole, easily slipping the tip inside.

“Ohshiiit...” she moaned. She hadn’t had sex for three months, not since the last time with him, she’d been so busy working.

Travis pulled out and dipped his cock back inside, getting almost half of his 8+ inches inside the daughter of his girlfriend before he reared back and reached up to grope at her C-cups. Then he thrust back into her, hard.

“Nngkk!” she stifled her cry from the combination of pain and pleasure that magnificent cock was giving her. She had to be quiet or her mother might wake up and catch them.

Then he was ramming into her, the tip of his cock tapping at her cervix. She loved that feeling and knew that it would eventually give her one of those ‘deep orgasms’ she’d never had before him. “Well? Am I ... ohh ... better than her?”

“You’re different,” Travis responded before pulling out and making her gasp. Then he turned her over, pulled her hips back and up, and shoved his hard member back inside her. “Haven’t finished comparing yet.”

“Ohhggkk...” she moaned, biting down on her pillow to stifle her mewling as she came. It wasn’t one of those deep ones yet, but she could feel it building. Still, the orgasm lasted a good twenty seconds while her mother’s boyfriend continued to plunder her youthful body.

She could feel the deep orgasm building up inside her and then heard Mr. Bell grunting as his thrusting increased in tempo, signaling his own oncoming release. Her eyes widened as she realized that she had forgotten something. “You have to...”

“Shh!” he hissed, shoving her face into her pillow. “You’ll wake her up.” His thrusting was reaching a fever pitch.

“NNH!” she cried out into her pillow, unable to extricate herself as the man took her. “PLLT!”

“UHH!” he cried out and thrust as deeply as possible inside her as he came.

She felt the tip of his cock spear into her cervix, hard, before inundating the entrance to her womb with hot sperm, causing the deep orgasm she’d been chasing to finally arrive. “UHHNNGGH! OHHGDD! NHH!” she screamed into her pillow as she felt the virile older man inseminate her. She felt his manhood throb again and again, causing her own orgasm to extend. Her cervix spasmed in pleasure and she could have sworn she could feel it as his seed penetrated her most personal, private place.

Then it was done and he pulled out. She flipped onto her back, taking huge breaths. “Fuck ... I’m not on birth control anymore!” she revealed.

“What?! But this summer...”

“I was then! It was causing some weight gain, and since we weren’t fucking anymore I stopped. Didn’t even think about it until the last minute, and then...” she looked at her pillow.

“Oh shit. I’m sorry, Harmony, I didn’t even think ... are you safe today?”

She counted in her head, and then again. “Um, no.”

He sat down and grabbed his head. “Fuck! Fuckity fuck fuck...”

“Shh! You’ll wake Mom.”

“I’ll ... I’ll take you for a morning after pill tomorrow.”

“No, you won’t.”

“What?!”

She sat next to him. “Mom’s pro-life and it’s one of the few things we agree on. I’m sorry if you don’t.”

He put his strong arm around her. “Whatever happens, happens,” he confirmed, “but you’re gonna explain it to your mom if it does.”