Read Daddy's Pregnant Darling (Daddy - Pregnancy Fantasies) Online
Authors: Amber Adams
Tags: #erotica, #pregnancy, #sensual, #oral sex, #explicit, #sodomy, #hardcore, #pseudoincest, #daddy stepdaughter
Daddy's Pregnant Darling (Daddy - Pregnancy Fantasies)
titles.
Milking His Mom,
Breeding His Sister
Breeding His
Sister's Girlfriend
Milking His Mom,
Breeding His Sister
Milking His Mom,
Breeding His Sister
Breeding His
Sister's Girlfriend
His Virgin Sister's
Graduation Present
Smashwords Edition. Copyright 2012 by Amber
Adams.
Jane needed help. With only a month until
her due date, her mother threw her out. If she didn’t want to
deliver her baby under a bridge, she needed a place to live. Out of
options, she went to see her estranged stepfather.
His welcome overjoyed her. Then she saw how
her big belly turned him on. His attraction turned her on. Could
they satisfy one another without ruining everything?
Warning: This erotic
short story contains explicit sex between consenting adults. The
plot involves intercourse
between a pregnant woman and
her stepfather
.
All sexually
active characters are over the age of eighteen and are not
biologically related to one another.
Jane Nordstrom checked her GPS again and
frowned. The stupid thing said she’d arrived at her destination and
that was patently false. She sat in the middle of a dirt road,
surrounded by tall pine trees, which towered over her as if they
were trying to intimidate her.
Or maybe she was just nervous. She really
should’ve called Craig before she started up into the mountains,
but she wasn’t sure how he’d react to her intrusion on his privacy.
They’d gotten along well enough since her mother left him for that
guitarist, but she needed a really big favor and she couldn’t help
but worry he wouldn’t be willing to help her.
If some boogey man didn’t jump out of the
woods and kill her first.
Ignoring the butterflies in her gut, she
double-checked the address she’d entered into the GPS. It matched.
So, his place had to be close, right? She eased off the brake and
continued around the curve. A rutted track that made this road look
like a superhighway branched off to the right. The mailbox showed
the right address written in faded permanent marker.
Her butterflies took off all at once, making
her feel sick. The wait was almost over.
Jane turned up the lane and inched along,
wincing at every bump and jostle to her car. Some of the potholes
had to go halfway to China.
The thick overgrowth thinned out slowly
until she could see a clearing with a large, one story cabin on the
edge of a lake. Its walls were made of rough-hewn logs and there
was a massive wrap around porch looking out over the water and the
mountains across the lake.
It was absolutely beautiful.
She parked beside his truck and killed the
ignition. There was no sign of anyone moving in the house, but he
had to have heard her pull up. She opened the car door and
struggled to her feet. Her large belly felt tremendously better
once she didn’t have it squished behind the wheel. God, she had to
pee.
Her back screamed in protest when she
straightened and stretched. You’d figure it would be happy she
wasn’t hunched over any more, but no. Being eight months pregnant
did that to a woman. Her breasts were swollen and tender, and her
back ached continuously. She was constantly miserable.
And horny. Her hormones raged out of control
and no rational guy wanted to get involved with a soon to be single
mom. Life sucked.
It would only get worse after her son was
born. She might as well kiss any meaningful relationship with a man
goodbye. At least until he was old enough to go to school.
She made her way up the steps and knocked on
the door, rehearsing in her mind what she was going to say. When he
didn’t answer, she knocked again. Maybe he was down by the lake. If
he wasn’t, she was going to have to sit down soon. And she really
didn’t want to have to pee in the woods.
The porch led around the side of the house
to a massive deck along the lake. The wide expanse of wood held a
grill large enough to feed a football team and a sunken hot tub.
Craig was lying back in the tub, asleep, facing away from her.
That explained why he hadn’t heard her pull
up. She waddled out to his side so she wasn’t sneaking up behind
him. “Craig?”
He startled and whipped his head around to
stare at her. “Jane! You scared the crap out of me!” His eyes
darted down to her swollen belly. “How are you feeling?”
“Like a beached whale. I’m sorry to drop in
on you like this, but can we talk?”
“Sure.” He grabbed a towel, stood up, and
wrapped it around his waist. He wasn’t quite fast enough to hide
the fact that he was naked.
Jane smiled at the glimpse of the ass she’d
enjoyed watching as a teen and quietly admired his well-toned
physique as he stepped out of the steaming water. Craig didn’t have
an ounce of fat on him and he obviously worked out. She felt her
pussy clench at the sight of him and start throbbing.
Perfect. She was swollen and tired from the
trip, and now all hot and bothered. That really ought to make the
rest of the conversation easier. Not.
He tied off his towel and dried himself with
another one. “We can go inside or sit out here. Would you like a
drink?”
“I’ve got plenty of water in my ankles. I
don’t care, as long as I can sit down and put my feet up. They are
killing me. And I need to pee.”
“Sure. Let’s get you inside where it is a
little cooler and get your feet propped up. I bet some iced tea
will help.”
“A trip to the bathroom would help even
more, right now.”
He led her through the sliding glass door
and into a manly version of a living room: overstuffed recliner,
heavy reading lamp, wide leather sofa, sturdy coffee table, and
giant screen TV; there wasn’t a single knickknack, doily,
Better
Homes and Garden
magazine, or painting anywhere in sight—just
wood, leather, and electronics.
“Sure, it’s right down that hall and to the
left.” He pointed to a doorway off to the side.
“Thanks.”
She quickly scurried to the bathroom and
took care of some much-needed business. After she washed her hands,
she wandered back into the living room.
“Sit and kick your shoes off.”
Jane sat on the couch while Craig busied
himself in the kitchen. She kicked off her shoes and propped her
feet up on the thick wooden coffee table, finally able to relax a
bit.
He came back into the room carrying a couple
of glasses of iced tea. While she’d been distracted, he’d put a
t-shirt and shorts on, covering his gorgeous nakedness. What a
pity.
He handed her one of the glasses and dropped
down next to her.
“I love having you come up, but it seems
like a pretty arduous trip for a pregnant woman.”
She took a sip of her tea, which only made
her realize how thirsty she really was. She gulped down half the
glass in three quick gulps. “Mmmm. That is good. I would’ve called,
but I figured I should talk to you in person. I’m in a real
bind.”
“You know I’ll help out as much as I can.
What’s up?”
She took a slow, deep breath to calm her
nerves. “I need a place to stay. Mom threw me out.”
His eyes grew huge. “You’re about to have
her grandchild. What happened?”
“Since you guys got divorced, she tells her
jackass boyfriends the most horrible lies about you and I just
couldn’t take it anymore. I tore into her in front of her latest
boy toy and she went nuclear. Told me I had an hour to pack or
she’d call the cops.”
He shook his head and whistled soundlessly.
“She never cared too much for the truth, especially when it
differed from her worldview. I don’t care what she says about me.
But I do care how she treats you.”
“You were the best thing that happened in my
life as a teen. Maybe you don’t know that, but the three years you
were in the house were the only time my life was stable. I’m pretty
sure I wouldn’t have graduated high school without you being there.
You deserved to have someone speak up for you, and I did.”
Craig reached over and patted her leg. “I
appreciate it. Of course you can stay. However long you want.” He
glanced down at her belly. “When is he due?”
“I still have almost a month to go. I can’t
wait for him to be outside of my body. I ache all the time and, as
you can see, my feet and ankles swell like there’s no tomorrow.
You’d think I was a camel or something.”