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Knocking up My Drunk Daughter: Drunk Sex Breeding Erotica Impregnation Daddy Daughter Erotica Daddy Erotica Father Daughter Incest Taboo Bareback Creampie

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16 pages12 minutes

Summary

My nubile, 18-year-old daughter was home from college for the summer. It had been some time since I’d last seen her and holy fuck had she grown. Especially there. My perverted mind just could not stop thinking about her and her succulent breasts.

But when she came home drunk, horny and…fertile one night. I just couldn’t help myself.

Excerpt:

It had begun to get late. Very late. Like pushing twelve o'clock late. Melissa knew she had a ten o'clock curfew.

"Damn it, where is that slut?" I tugged at my cock. Even getting angry at her made me aroused. I grew harder and angrier just thinking about her fucking some other guy. Someone who wasn’t me.

Soon enough she came in drunk, stumbling through the door in nothing but a whorish mini-skirt.

"Melissa! Are you okay? Have you been drinking? You're eighteen not twenty-one!" I yelled, holding her up.

"Wow, you're bossy for a dead-beat dad!" She retorted between hiccups.

Her words stung me and my poor cock. Her breasts spilled out of the top of her tight, too-short dress as she wobbled around.

"Look, I'm your father and you're gonna abide by my rules while you're living under this roof. Understand?"

"Nev-hiccup-never!" She slurred, sticking her tongue out.

She turned and nearly stumbled over the ottoman, causing one of her boobs to fully pop out and jiggle freely. Her perky, thick nipples waved hello and my cock twitched back.

Seeing her naked breast like that nearly caused me to have a heart attack. I grabbed her and dragged her ass to her bedroom, annoyed at how bitchy she was acting. She needed a hard spanking, that’s what she needed. And I was going to give it to her.

"So, what happened tonight? Were you drinking with other guys?" I gulped, thinking about that again. Why in the hell was I suddenly jealous of my hot, 18-year-old daughter? It’s not like she was mine or anything. Fuck.

Melissa smiled at me and just giggled. She was adamant about not saying shit. She could say goodbye to her spending money for the week. I was gonna make damn well sure she was broke.

We finally made it to her room, even though Melissa's body coordination wasn't the sharpest. She tripped over the damn air for all I knew.

"Here we go. And unless you wanna tell me what happened tonight, consider yourself broke as a joke, 'kay?"

"Really, daddy?" she said in a mocking tone.

"Really. Oh, and I guess I'm daddy now, huh?"

Melissa's hand suddenly jerked out and grabbed my swollen crotch. I jumped.

"I don't know," she said with a coy giggle. "But my pussy wants you to be her daddy tonight."

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