Despite herself, she grinned into his mouth, giddy with excitement. In that moment, with the heat of her indecency wrapped around her, there was no amount of pity she could feel for Karen which would be enough to prevent her from taking her father back.
He broke her kiss, and she yelped as she felt him grasp her by the thighs, pulling her up to his level, wrapping her legs around his hips.
She gave him another peck, then had to clutch close as he started moving, swiftly down the hall. Not to his bedroom, or hers, but instead to the nursery, bumping the door open with his hip.
Macey was, of course, in the bassinet in his room, leaving the nursery empty save for a crib, a handful of cozy chairs, and the low changing table in the corner.
He set her down atop the table, pushing her legs apart and craning his neck down to continue to kiss his daughter, pulling the neckline of her tank top down to allow her pert breasts to bounce free. Her hands ran down his chest in turn, scrabbling at his waist to begin undoing his belt.
After a moment of squeezing her boobs, stimulating her sensitive nipples with his fingertips, he reached down to help her. Simultaneously, he broke away from their kiss, staring into her eyes with hunger, with desire unlike any she’d ever seen.
“Are you going to change me, Daddy?” She teased, patting the edge of the changing table, even while internally cringing at the cliche of her words.
His pants dropped in front of her, taking the boxers below with them, allowing the thick, throbbing length of his penis to bounce free in front of her. Its head was purple and swollen, and it was overall larger than any cock she’d ever seen. She couldn’t even imagine it entering her body.
“I’m going to change your body, babygirl.” He responded, stepping out of his pants, stroking his member, leveling it at her panties. He hungrily captured her mouth once again, animalistically, filling her with his tongue before breaking again, leaving her breathless.
“I’m going to make you a mother. I’m going to make you birth your own siblings. I’d call that a change.” She bit her bottom lip. Hearing it out loud was disconcerting. A choice made in a moment of petulance, in a moment of disrespect to her step-mother, was coming home to roost.
Her father rubbed his cockhead up and down the fabric of her panties, his heat radiating through to her body, conducting through the wetness suddenly dripping from her vagina.
This was the man who raised her, the man who gave her life, was now pulling the thin strip of her underwear aside.
She could do nothing but watch, open-mouthed, as he rubbed his manhood against the bare, vulnerable opening of her flower.
He was lubricating himself, readying to push inside, dragging his precum over her entrance as he did so. In a sense, he was marking her with his fluids, even as he sought to use hers to ease his access to the furnace within, the oven within which he would plant his next child.
“Daddy-” She said, plaintively, but other words were purged from her mouth as he pressed suddenly forward, his bulbous head pressing the leaves of her labia minora aside, enfolding himself an inch into her body before pulling back.
In, out, in, out. Gently but insistently getting a little deeper into her with each moment, causing Jenna to gasp and shudder as she felt the intrusion into her birth canal.
“Oh Daddy! Oh god!” She moaned, before he clapped his hand over her mouth.
“You’ll wake the baby!” He hissed, his other hand pushing her legs open to allow him deeper access into his daughter’s pussy.
He was three inches deep now, and a line had seemingly been crossed, he now easily pushed in and out of her, stretching her with his girth as he did so, accommodating her to the size of his penis even as they copulated for the first time.
“Fuck, I’m going to plant one inside you Jenny!” He groaned as he increased his pace, the sound and smell of slick, wet, sex filling the nursery.
“You’re going to get a lot better at feeding our babies with your tits full of milk…” He was now able to get his full length in the crushing, velvet embrace of her vaginal canal, kissing her cervix with every thrust into her diminutive frame.
She whimpered in pleasure, and he planted a foot on the changing table beside her, gaining additional leverage as his orgasm built.
“Fuck you’re tight! I should’ve been fucking you all along!” He grunted, thrusts becoming wild, overwrought with pleasure and excitement, his hand dropping from her mouth to her tits.
“Yes! Oh yes, get me pregnant Daddy!” She babbled, sticky vaginal fluid dribbling down her abused hole. She was going to be a mother, for real, a true mother to her children and siblings.
Her father moaned as his balls overflowed, continuing to pound her as jet after jet of virile sperm left his twitching ballsack, shooting up inside his daughter’s womb.
Jenna cried out in pleasure, high and excited, feeling what she imagined Karen had felt in the long nights of being sexually dominated by her father.
She got it now.
She could feel his children flooding her belly.
She could feel the pleasure of his thick rod pouring his love against her cervix, overflowing and dripping onto the changing table.
He was changing her, with every spurt and every tiny zygote, he was making her into the perfect mother for his future offspring.
A resentful daughter, changed into the perfect, young, submissive, mate.
He pulled his hilted penis out of her, letting more of their shared DNA trickle out of his daughter.
They suddenly became aware of Macey crying, seemingly far away.
Jenna gathered herself, breathing hard, and trotted to the door of the nursery. Already, her maternal instincts were taking over, perhaps it was her imagination, but she could feel herself becoming the person her father wanted. She paused, looking back, feeling a drip of semen slowly trailing down her inner thigh.
“Don’t go anywhere.” She said, biting her bottom lip seductively.
He simply grinned in response.
They were just getting started.
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