J Bradley - Discipline for daughter

"Fuck me again?"

"Except that," he grinned. "Not that I wouldn't enjoy it, mind you, but – you're my daughter."

She hugged him impulsively. "Oh, Daddy! How I've longed to hear you say that!"

"Come on," he said after a moment. "We'd better go see about getting you out of here."

Miriam squeezed her eyes tightly shut, biting her lower lip with her white, even teeth. She felt the big prick slide into her pussy and couldn't repress the shudder that went through her. She knew she shouldn't be doing this – fucking her own son. But maybe just maybe, since she knew for certain she was going to get pregnant again – maybe his cum would be the victor.

She had douched and douched after they'd emptied the last drops in their balls in her pussy last night, and maybe his would… oh, God, it was crazy thinking! She just wanted Paul again some part of Paul! She knew he wouldn't want any part of her when he saw her again. Maybe he wouldn't even recognize her. Two months, eighteen years ago. Wrinkles and sags and maturity intervening. She sure as hell didn't look like a teenager any more. How many women had there been for him since then? Did they swim before his eyes at night in a blurred, indistinguishable line of faces and tits and pussies?

"Ohhh, Captain!" Frank gasped, his prick buried in the wet, warm cavern of her pussy.

Strangely wet.

"Hush! Don't talk!" she said quickly, giving him a slap on his naked butt. His voice wasn't Paul's. He ruined the illusion when he talked. "Don't say another word – just fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fill my pussy with your cum! Ohhhh, God, fuck me the way you used to!"

Frank pumped his prick in and out of her pussy. He didn't know what the hell she was babbling about. He never used to fuck her. And his name wasn't Paul. The captain had flipped her cork, that's what. She was nuts…

But she was a hot fuck that was for sure.

Miriam closed her eyes again. She squeezed down with her pussy muscles. She felt the big, heavy prick running in and out of her cunt. He didn't have Paul's smooth technique yet, but he would do. Oh, yes, he would certainly – do. Besides, she might have forgotten over such a big period of time.

The chest felt the same, hard and muscular. His butt was just as firm and round. His balls slapped at her asshole when he fucked his prick into her, and it all felt very close to the same. Now, if he could just hose his cum into her and knock her up, then a kind of circle would have been gone around. A crazy circle. But there was a certain completeness to it.

"Ohhhhh, God," she cried tightly, lifting her hips, snaking her sucking pussy up around his spearing prick, drawing it back into the depths of her body. "Ohhh, it feels so good to get fucked again!"

Her hands went all up and down his back, around his shoulders, squeezing the muscled flesh. She felt his butt cheeks, digging her fingers into the firm buns, running them up and down his ass crack. She pressed on his asshole with one of them, screwing it around as if trying to fuck his butt with it.

All the while, her thighs swept up and down the outsides of his as she rocked back and forth on the small of her back, sucking and milking at his prick.

Frank didn't know what to make of her. At first he thought she was nuts. Now he wasn't sure. There seemed something almost desperate about the way she was twisting under him and feeling him all over, as if trying to draw some kind of essence from his body.

She sure was a hot one, he knew that. If he hadn't already blown his wad up Sandy's ass, he'd have lost his nuts in the captain's pussy long before now. Her cunt was fantastic. Whoever it was she kept babbling about who used to fuck her was sure a lucky guy. A little dumb, too, for giving her up. She wanted him back real badly – badly enough she was pretending he was the guy. Frank wasn't too young to figure that one out.

"Ah!" she cried sharply, her eyes staring wide. He glanced at her. She was lost back in time somewhere again, he could see it on her face. He felt her lift her pussy up around his cock and milk it.

Some little mouth in the back of her shivering tunnel nipped at the head of his prick and drove him wild. Her fingertip stopped circling his asshole, stiffened, and plunged right in. He felt his cock stretch at least two inches deeper into her cunt as he opened his mouth and yelled and blew his wad.

"Yaaaagh!" he bellowed, spurting and hosing like a green kid with no control at all.

"Yes! Fuck me! Paul, fill my pussy! Oh, God, why did you ever stop! You shouldn't have stopped! I had your son! Aaaaargh!"

She shuddered and pulsed, thrashing wildly under the strong young body covering her. She felt the length of hard cock fucking inside her pussy, reaching for the back of her tunnel to hose it down and spurt cum up into the deepest recesses of her womb.

She nearly blacked out from the intensity of it. The room buzzed, and strange lights danced before her eyes. She even saw a vision of him, bending over, looking down into her face, speaking her name, and the vision even had his voice to go with it.

"Miriam? Miriam? My God, it is you! What son, Miriam? What did you say about my son? Miriam?"

The vision danced before her eyes. It wouldn't go away. It became clearer, more focused, more real. She blinked several times. It wasn't Frank. Frank had his head buried in her shoulder, as if hiding from this man who had intruded into her bedroom at just the wrong moment.

"Who are you!" she cried frantically. "How dare you came in here! Get out, get out!"

"The girl said you left orders for me to come in, Miriam. I didn't know – I didn't realize Captain Garner would be… Miriam, it's Paul Thomas – Vera's father. God, Miriam, don't you remember me?"

She looked at him. She stared at him. Her mind jumped forward eighteen years, and there was no mistaking him.

"Don't I remember you?" she choked. Her eyes blurred with tears. "Remember you? Oh God, Paul!"

She flung her arms toward him, open, beckoning, somehow rolling out from under Frank as if he didn't exist any more. Frank didn't look up. He was totally embarrassed, a little scared, too. He knew one thing. This must be the dude she was trying to recapture with him. He lay on the bed on his side, his face turned away. He wished he could vanish in a puff of smoke or something.

Then it came to him. The guy had said he was Vera's father. Holy shit, did that mean. He dared to look. As he feared, she was standing there in the doorway in her ed shorts. He grinned sheepishly at her. She didn't seem mad, though. In fact, she kept looking from him to the guy hugging the hell out of the captain and back again, the damndest expression on her face.

Then she came around, the other side of the bed – his side – very slowly. It looked like she was floating instead of walking. She knell down and put both her hands on his face, looking right into his eyes. He knew his mouth was hanging open, but he couldn't close it.

Her face came next to his. Her soft lips puckered and touched his in a butterfly's kiss. "Fuck me, Frank?" she whispered oddly. "I want you to fuck me now. Oh, I want you to!" She mashed her lips against his then, pressing his hand against her firm tit, reaching for his cum-slick cock at the same time, pulling on it, trying to make it hard.

Miriam must have overheard. She broke it up with the guy and started half yelling. "No! Vera, no – you can't! Not with him! Not with Frank! You can't let him fuck you! Not in your pussy!"

Paul lifted his head and looked at the boy's face for the first time. Frank looked back. They stared at each other. Vera watched them. Miriam looked around the circle, watching awareness dawn. The two men looked at each other as if they'd each encountered his first mirror and the curious image in it.