Dad Impregnates Daughter Stories Novels & Stories

“What?” my eyes widened in shock. How could Dad say that? “Yes, you heard me right.” He said into the rearmirror, “You are going to seduce your husband, Damian, and get pregnant.” I shook my head in anger. “Oh, yes you will!” he said. Just then a car horned behide us. Dad kick-started the car again “You are going to give me a grandchild, an heir that will seal the fate of the Wrights and Delance,”

“Let the whole fucking world know that I’ve been breeding my daughter’s best friend like a filthy whore.” My rounded belly pressed into the mattress as he railed me from behind, one hand fisting my hair, the other reaching under to rub my swollen clit viciously. I moaned loudly, unable to hold back — the sound carrying down the hallway toward Sophia’s room. “She recorded us,” I gasped between thrusts, tears soaking the pillow. “She’s going to ruin you… ruin everything…” Damien laughed darkly and slammed into me harder, his heavy balls slapping my clit. “She can try. By the time the story breaks, your belly will be so fucking big everyone will see the proof. They’ll see how thoroughly I ruine

damien replied "she'll never be mine mom, because for her in thos whole world only one man exists that is don, no no sorry her demon hubby, since from the morning untill she sleeps the only name she chants is demon hubby demon hubby do like this, he likes that, he hates that, in everything she see him only, I shown her every luxury still she runs behind him, he hurted her, he punished her acted rude still she begged him not to leave her I told her I will give everything to her, still she escaped from me for him, even if I keep her with me forcefully, she'll never be mine, no matter what I do in her heart only one person exists it's her husband, she lives for him and dies for him, I can't do

"Have fun, guys! And Tony, please watch out for Idiot Son the New Driver and make sure he drives safe? And make sure he's not impregnatin' girls in it please?! That car ain't an impregnation station!" "Of course Miss Tracey, he's in good hands," he replied with a snort and a salute. "Impregnation Station"? That was a new one to him. Mr. Vera put his arm around her shoulder and herded her inside. All mothers must be a worried wreck when their kid first set out on the road by themselves. Dillon was safe with him though.

Mom: "Well, dear diary, as you know, that was some time ago. Jimmy would audition and get that role as Cockfighter. He did that film and four more sequels, too. We got to be a big, happy family. His father, far from humiliated, was proud of his son and his sexy wife. Our household had taken in $7 million by the end of the series of films, and we now lived in a posh new home. He was delighted to be the caregiver to his wife and her son's major joint project: making babies. To make sure that we 'didn't run out of time', Jimmy had put me on fertility pills, so we had one, two, one, three, then seven (!) That last pregnancy: when we feared it might be our last chance, he had insisted that we go

Until Jake had graduated and moved on to trade school where he met his current wife, they were a happy little family who loved their only child and would do anything for him. That was until Jake decided to move across the country for his girlfriend so they could start a new life and a family. Both of my parents lost it that day; their sanity, their jobs, their everything. When Jake's plane left the state, the two decided it'd be best to go on a bender and try to forget about this son they loved and cared for so much, but ended up loosing in the end. And a few nights later and a couple more benders, I was concieved. Apparently when my mom found out she was pregnant with me, she was high on ac

Davis said. " What the! How did you get here?" I asked my dad. " Heard you got Davis' daughter pregnant and you got kidnapped." " I wasn't kidnapped. I was betrayed." " For the second time son." " Like it matters. " I muttered. " I heard that." My dad said and I scoffed. " We should get out of here." Davis said and I scoffed. I stared at Zimora who was lying down lifeless. Dad rolled his eyes and walked out.

Eric's hand never left mine, pale from the force of his grip, anchoring me against the waves of agony. I screamed, cried, pleading in broken Italian and English for it to end. Then, as if time itself paused, all noise fell away. A clear, vibrant cry cut through the tension like a dawn trumpet. Our daughter. A new chapter we had created together. They laid her tiny, still-bloody body on my chest — red, wrinkled, trembling from leaving the warmth of the womb, wisps of hair soaked with my tears and sweat. I reached out. Her tiny fingers curled instinctively around mine — the first stubborn grip of life itself.

He pleaded. I chuckled. “Damian, I'm pregnant. Abort it. Do you remember those words?!” I raised my voice, "Do you remember those words that gave me nightmares! Do you remember how we were unmated?!! Do you remember how many sleepless nights you gave me?! Do you remember how I cried myself to sleep?! Do you remember how you were busy screwing my sister in my room after my child's burial?! Do you remember how Zara beat my son up to death and you did nothing, yet here you are begging for another child! How dare you!!” I burst into tears. “I-",

"Sweetheart, your father and I tried so hard to stop you from running off with that broke nobody when you were fifteen. You just wouldn't listen." "And then he turned around and used the antiques he stole from our house to reinvent himself as some collector, and tricked you into raising his love child. At least now you can see who these people really are. Maybe some good will come out of it after all." My mother stroked my hair. My father slammed his cane on the floor. "That son of a bitch. How dare he treat my daughter like this. I'll have his gallery shut down so fast he won't know what hit him."