Love Of A Daugther Helps Father Move On, Part 2

100% fiction!

As my father pulled out of me, I knew I had pleased him. He just turned and went to shower. I washed up and placed my clothes back on my body and waited. Half hour later, dad came walking down the hallway. He just had a pair of boxer briefs on. I knew this was going to be an exciting evening.

He asked if I could stay. I smiled and nodded. We ate a light dinner, watched a little tv. Then it was time for bed. He walked over and took my hand. He led me down the hall to his room. The covers were pulled back. I undressd and he pulled off his shorts.

His cock was already hard once again. I laid down on the bed and spread my legs wide for him. As he pulled up along side me, he kissed me so hard and passionate then moved over on top of me. Inserting his hard cock deep up inside me with one very hard thrust.
After fucking me that way, he rolled me over for doggie. It felt incredible being the lover to my daddy. I came and came squirting all over his cock. Just then I felt him buried into my cervix pushing into my womb and he gushed his sperm deep into his daughter with great effort. We held each other until we drifted off to sleep.

4 hours later I felt his cock moving inbetween my ass cheeks trying to open my legs enough to get his cock once again inside his new lover. He asked me to move back home and be with him, as he unloaded another load of sperm deep into my waiting cunt. I instantly said "YES". The next week, I was moving into my old bedroom. That was just for looks of course. I spent the entire time being my fathers' lover. And our life began together. We would have sex everywhere. He had no hangups letting people see him pounding me over his car hood, or in his garage office, or even in the kitchen next to the big bay window by the front door. He also had gone to the doctor and gotten those little blue pills. So his erections lasted alot longer then before. He could shoot deep inside me, and still stay hard. I was loving that. We were good together. It was hot. It was passion, lust and love all rolled into this relationship.

Every time he would touch me, it would take me to another world. No man has ever done this to me. After a few months of this hot loving, I began to get dizzy spells. Then it dawned on me, I couldn't remember the last time I had my period. He was my dad, so we never used condoms. And who would of thought my Italian stud was still fertile. I got a home pregnancy test. It came out positive. I told daddy and he just smiled. He loved taking care of me. Going to all the doctor appts. Rubbing oil on my big growing belly. And of course my hormones were raging even more now, so we were constantly in the sex mode. Fucking and fucking as often as we could. Six months later as I was unbearably huge and uncomfortable, our daughter decided to be late. So as we continue our sexual heat, one night as dad was pumping me hard, my water broke. That was the day our daughter arrived and my father proposed. So he moved on. New life, new love, new family.