JULIA'S CHILD

My daughter Julia, now nineteen, waddled into the kitchen and sat down. I glanced sideways to-wards her and took a sip of my coffee. Her swollen breasts hovered and beckoned me with aching immediacy. Her pregnancy was fast approaching its full term.

I took a half-step to-wards her when my wife, Gina came strutting into the kitchen almost spilling my coffee. I stopped short and made sure none had landed on my shirt and tie. I gave my wife an unnoticed look and returned to making eye contact with my daughter. Giving her a reassuring smile I sat down to my eggs and bacon.

"Any plans to-day, dear?" my wife sang.

"Maybe some more baby shopping," my daughter replied. She winked at me and took a slow bite of her toast, clicking her teeth twice.

I lifted my coffee cup to my lips and winked back.

"Cream, Daddy??" Julia asked abruptly.

"Yes, thank you, Julia." I quickly replied and licked my lips.

With my wife's back still turned Julia quickly lifted her shirt and squeezed breast milk into my coffee. At the same time I noisily returned the creamer to the table. This little game had been going on since my daughter could lactate. God, it was such a turn on.

"Jim, do you want to meet for lunch to-day?? I was thinking about trying that new Korean restaurant on Ice Pond Road." Gina said.

"Sounds good to me. I'll remember to bring my antacid."

"Darling, don't be condescending. I just thought it would be nice to have lunch. I didn't think it was necessary for you to be snide about it." Gina scolded.

"Honey, I wasn't trying to offend you. I was only joking." I replied as defenselessly as I could.

"Ohhh," she cooed, laying a hand against my cheek, "I can't stay mad at you."

I smiled meekly and patted her on the back.

"Well, I've got to finish my make up. Excuse me." And she strode off to the our bathroom in our bedroom.

I slowly slid off my shoe to match the ever-spreading legs of my daughter. My sock-encased foot gently found her widening warmth and gently began to press my big toe forward. Julia's eyes closed slowly and she moved herself slowly against my foot. Moaning softly she then grabbed my foot and pressed it harder between her legs. I felt a growing pool of moisture encase my toe. Her breaths got shorter, her head leaned forward, eyes still closed. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut tight. A high-pitched squeal let loose from her lips, just loud enough for me to here. Julia leaned back in her chair, parted her hair over to forehead and took several heavy breaths. My toe teased her and Julia jumped ever-so-slightly. She smiled big at me and quickly sat up as the clop of my wife's footsteps returned to the air. I shoved my foot back into its holster and performed the act of being natural.

"Well, I'm off", she announced.

Kissing us both good-bye, my wife exited the house. Julia went to loosen the strings on her nightgown, but I held up my hand.

"Remember the rule, dear." I reminded her.

"No dribbling cum on my chin??" she replied with quizzical playfulness.

"No, darling, the Ten Minute Rule."

A mere year ago, when Julia was eighteen, I had established the Ten Minute Rule during the beginning our initial "sessions". We'd begun as usual with some playful touching outside of our clothes. I, in my suit, and my daughter, in her school uniform, both ready for some heavy penetration.

Julia was facing away from me and rubbing my cock through my slacks while facing away from me. She then unzipped me and brought me over to the dresser. She lifted up her skirt and rubbed my cock against her white panties very, very slowly. My cock was aching and dying to permeate this miserable cotton membrane.

She kept tugging my cock, grinding against it at the same. Very slowly she took her free hand and reached under her sweater and a white button-down shirt to pinch her nipples. With my left hand I gently pulled back her panties to one side. My heart was pounding. I was about to enter my daughter fully and completely. I leaned forward to enter her when a car door slammed.

We both panicked. My wife had forgotten something at the house on her way to work. We stood for a second, both knowing how quickly she would enter the front door and discover us.

"Quick, take a shower!!" I whispered heavily.

"Ok" Julia replied and darted for the hall bathroom.

I heard the shower running a second and a half later. I began searching Julia's drawers when my wife came bustling passed me.

"What are you doing??!!" she accused. I held a stiff forefinger to my mouth, carefully making sure it wasn't the one which had been closest to Julia's pussy and said, "Shh!! I'm looking for drugs."

A look of recognition crossed my wife's face. The week before the Tinegaro boy from down the street had been caught dealing Ecstasy and several others at our daughter's school had been implicated. We'd discussed talking to Julia, but weren't sure how to. My wife was all for invading our daughter's privacy and I thought it would be easier if I could be caught handling her dildo or underwear.

"Did you find anything??" Gina queried.

"No, I just started looking. I have to leave for work soon. Did you forget something??"

"Yea, my notes for the meeting. Boy, that would have been fun to explain."

She went to the bedroom and quietly retrieved the notes. "Bye" she said and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Let me know if you find anything."

"Will do" I responded and gave a salute.

The front door closed and my wife left again for work.

I gently knocked on the bathroom door and stuck my head in.

"She's gone."

"Awesome!! I need my front washed. Can you help me??"

This rule has saved us so, many, times that I strictly enforce it.

"Has it been ten minutes yet??" Julia asked coyly, removing a finger from her panties and putting it in her mouth.

I checked my watch. It had been thirteen minutes and I walked over to stand in front of my daughter. She took out my cock and began to stroke it. I got hard very quickly and she undid my belt and zipper equally as quickly. I pushed my pants to floor as Julia took out both her breasts. Julia's lactation was a huge turn on for me. She would squirt me down every morning and I would rub it in. We were always careful never to get any on my slacks lest there be questions as to how my pants were spotted with tiny white specks day after day.

My cock stiffened and Julia leaned forward, squeezing her bulging breasts. Warm splatters of breast milk were pelted against my cock, sliding down my shaft. I went from being rock-hard to solid steel. Looking down I saw my cock just dripping with milk from my daughter and without warning Julia's warm mouth swallowed it.

I almost came right there.

She sucked and sucked, working her hand along my shaft and the other in her panties. I could feel my orgasm coming and told Julia. She grinned slightly and didn't stop. This continued for the next three minutes until I burst into her mouth. A ring of cum appeared and then disappeared around the edges of her mouth. She swallowed dutifully, never losing a drop.

"Yummy breakfast, Dad." She said deeply. "Do you have any more for your granddaughter??"

"You know I do."

She took me by hand and led me to her room. My cock had not gone down I was so excited. With my pants around my ankles I stood at the edge of Julia's bed as she climbed into an all-fours position. Her swollen belly hanging just below her competing breasts. I entered her and began thrusting. Slowly at first.

"Easy, Daddy." She instructed. "Ok, slide it in good."

Every rock of the bed was accompanied by a squish of my daughter's pussy and a moan of pleasure from her lips. I smacked her ass and began to thrust a little faster. She didn't stop me. Her juices were gushing down her legs. She reached back and massaged my testicles. Fucking my pregnant daughter was an amazing feat in itself. The smell of her pussy washed over me. I slapped her ass like she liked and she let out a sharp groan. Her hand shifted from my balls to my ass.

"I'm...gonna cum..dad-daddy!! And with a loud groan Julia came all over my cock. The juice on her thighs ran gooey white. She gritted her teeth and growled, "Fasssssttteeerr". I was close too. I rammed her pussy faster and came with a shout inside her, matching her sustained orgasm.

She collapsed forward onto her side, hair across her face matted and sweaty. I had come out of her and a single string of cum hung in the air and then slowly dropped to the floor. I stood there incredulous again at the spectacle. I'd made my daughter come again. My beautiful, pregnant daughter.

"Oh Daddy. Promise me you'll never stop doing that." Julia panted.

"Ok", I gasped, "Deal." I replied.

"Good" she said and sat up. Gingerly, Julia took my saturated penis and placed it delicately in her mouth. She sucked it succulently, licking all of our juices.

"I have to go to work, angel." I said.

"Ohhhhhhhh," she whined, "I wanted someone to go shopping with me and help me try on some new clothes....in the dressing room..."

I pondered for a split second and reached my cell phone to call work.

Jim and Julia strolled amongst the shops that dotted downtown. Occasionally stopping to look at some baby toys or a snack as Julia was exceedingly hungry.

"Haven't seen a lot of baby clothing stores around. There's a few for maternity, but nothing extensive. You still hungry??" asked Jim.

"Always," she smiled, "Oh wait, Dad, what about that one in the corner??" Julia pointed to a shop wedged between two other tall buildings. The sign read, "Something's Afoot". They walked to the shop and realized that it was specifically a maternity clothes boutique. Highly specialized and carried most everything maternity in the whole world. It was kind of enchanting because the farther back into the store they went the older the styles became. There were no dirty or used clothes, but merely a representation of mother-to-be clothing going back to the turn of the century.

"Wow!! Look at all this stuff!!" Julia said in amazement.

"Honey, some of this was what your mother wore when you were being born." Jim said misty-eyed. He looked at Julia all aglow in her own pregnancy.

"Can I help you??" a small, deep voice asked.

Jim and Julia both jumped. There stood a small, spindly woman who definitely had spiders as direct descendents. From her appearance, they considered that she opened the store with the clothes in the back.

"We were actually looking for some clothes for my daughter. A feeding bra and maybe some other stuff that Julia here would know more about." Jim stammered. He became a little uncomfortable in the woman's presence.

"Very well," she said, "Come with me, eh Julia??" asked the woman, producing a small smile, her tone lifting.

Julia hesitated for a second and followed the woman. "The gentleman may wait on the couch next to the register," she said to Jim. He also hesitated, but eventually moved to-ward the register.

The woman turned out to be very helpful. Asking questions about Julia's tastes and how she liked to wear her hair. Eventually they found a full-length house dress which opened in the front, enabling access to her breasts. The woman directed Julia to a mirror and asked, "So, how long have you been married??"

"Oh," said Julia, taken aback, "I'm not married," she said quickly and turned back to the mirror.

The woman took a step closer so she was standing right behind Julia, her head seemingly growing out of her shoulder and said, "You know. In the old days, cousins married each other to keep the bloodlines pure." Her black eyes seem to peer right through Julia in the mirror, "Siblings in ancient Egypt used to take one another as mates in order to produce royalty. But!! That sort of thing is not so...proper these days. Eh??"

Julia turned with a start. "Uh...no," she laugh nervously, "Um...I'll take it and a breast pump if you have it."

"We have several models. It will be a minute as they are on the higher shelves. I will send your father back in the meantime, so you can show him the dress. If you want to try it on the dressing rooms in the back." she said.

"Oh. Ok. Thank you." Julia sighed with relief. The woman was giving her the creeps.

When Jim came back the look on her face was enough for him to ask if she was ok.

"Yea, I'm fine," she exhaled, "Just a little creeped-out. I'm going to go try this on. The woman said she was going to get some breast pumps. She'll be back in a few."

"Well that should be fun." Jim quipped.

Julia gave him a knowing wink and giggled. She walked into the dressing room and closed the door. Jim went to the door opened it and walked in as well. She merely smiled and shook her head. "I've got a surprise for you." Jim raised his eyebrows as Julia unzipped his pants. She took out his cock and started tugging. With her other hand she tried to maneuver out her breasts. Jim took over the second task. Gently and quietly he slipped he breasts out of her shirt. They spilled ever-so-sweetly to-wards him and he took one in his mouth sucking it gently.

Julia let go of his cock. "Not yet, Daddy," she whispered, "I need you to get hard for me so I can give you the surprise."

Jim leaned back to show her he was already fully erect. "No problem, ma'am," Jim said and saluted.

Julia sat down and took a fresh pair of panties out of her purse. She slipped her old ones off and put on the new ones, but stopped just below her pussy. Julia stood up and motioned Jim to approach her. She rubbed her clit to get a little more sopping than she already was; mesmerized by her Dad's bobbing penis approaching her.

In a low voice she said, "Ok. Now pull my panties up over my bum, but just the backs."

Jim did as he was told. Quivering with excitement he pulled her panties just high enough over his daughter's luscious ass and gave it a little love tap. She smirked and guided his penis against her soaking labia. His tip was pressed against the back of her fresh panties. She firmly gripped his piston and began to move it. Slowly at first and with her other hand rubbed the back of his neck.

He had never felt anything like this before. Small beads of moisture were dripping down over his shaft. Her wetness welcomed him and her panties gave resistance that he wanted to tear through. He leaned down and drank of her breasts once more. Julia's head fell forward onto his and she moaned in a loud hush. Suddenly she jerked her head, squeezing her eyes shut tight and screamed silently.

Her orgasm came sending a flood over Jim's cock. Jim began to move his hips faster, he was so turned on. Julia's hand kept him firmly pressed against her. She was getting wetter and wetter.

Finally he looked up at her and could barely put forth the words signally he was going to cum. She pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him deeply. She let go of his neck and pinched his nipple. Jim almost screamed from joy. He came and came into her brand new panties. He unloaded every ounce of lust in a silent scream of ecstasy. Even after he stopped he still twitched a bit, standing there in awe.

Julia let go of him and pulled up her panties. She leaned forward and whispered, "Now I can take you with me wherever I go."

Jim was dumbstruck. He didn't know what to say. This delightful, little, perverted nymph was his daughter. And his lover.

They dressed and walked to-wards the front of the store. "Did everything fit all right??" asked the woman.

"It was a perfect fit," replied Julia with a big smile on her face.

The lady could only find one breast pump which Julia didn't like. They paid for the dress and left.

Meanwhile, Gina was on her way to work. She couldn't believe it. How she have left the meeting notes behind?? She shook her head. Fortunately, she accidentally discovered that Jim was actually being helpful. Since Julia's "condition" and, subsequent refusal to name the father, Jim had spent most of his time doting on Julia. Obviously, thought Gina, she needed more discipline and stronger parenting. Rolling her eyes at the thought that Jim could ever fill that role and give Julia what Gina thought she needed.

When they had first met Jim was laid-back and carefree. He had career options, but placed them secondary to living life. Gina fell in love with the green eyes and careless hair, talk of travel and variety. It was no secret that Jim was seeing other people. But when they got serious, Jim said he would end them all and he did. After that it was a whirlwind of a life. There was travel, there was adventure. There was even an orgy in Morocco. Gina grew flushed at the thought and turned on the air conditioner.

But after that things seemed to cool. And after only a few months she was pregnant with Julia. Jim, it seemed to her, had become useless in domesticity. She had to ask him to do everything. Although he did listen very well he never could seem to anticipate her. He always seemed to want to be off with his own pursuits. For stability's sake she took a desk job after Julia went off to pre-school. Her career had blossomed while Jim's hit a plateau. It was a different workplace and without more education his upward mobility seemed stalled. And of course he had no ambition. This frustrated Gina more than anything.

She sighed heavily and drove on, rolling through more thoughts and questions. Why didn't Julia just tell them who the father was?? Shouldn't the father step up to his responsibilities?? Gina recalled when she had confronted Julia, Jim had stepped in like a protective lion saying that Julia had enough to handle and needed support. Gina had backed down. Mostly because she'd felt guilty. She had failed to prepare her daughter for the world. She had wanted it to be a place of wondrous discovery, full of new experiences and success. But this, Gina thought, was a life-stopper.

Gina pulled into the parking lot of her office building next to a green mini-van. It had tinted windows which were completely opaque under the overcast sky. Gina got out and locked her car. There were very few cars out as it was still very early. She strode over to the passenger-side door and got in the back of the minivan.

"Are you prepared for the meeting, Gina?? Did you bring all the materials??" said a short, red-haired woman in a navy blue business suit. Her white blouse matched the pearl necklace she was wearing.

"Yes. I am so sorry I am late. I wanted to get here early to review the proposal with you more thoroughly but I forgot...something, and, uh, had to go back for them." Gina replied quickly.

"No problem. Do you have the initial offering??" the woman asked.

"Yes, it's been prepared as requested and without difficulty." Gina smiled and inhaled sharply. She became exceedingly nervous all of the sudden.

"Good. Ok. I will review the offering first and go from there." The woman leaned over and began kissing Gina on the neck. Gina closed her eyes in pleasure, feeling the woman's hand working its way up her skirt.

Gina pushed the thoughts out of her head that they might be caught. She loved doing this. After all the disappointment Jim had caused her she had a right to pleasure herself. Patricia's hand found Gina's mound. She circumvented and clawed a hole in Gina's stockings, fingering furiously. Gina barely knew what to do with such ferocity except yield to it. She parted her legs into a squatting position on the seat. Patricia thrust her hand into Gina sending huge bolts of pleasure and pain coursing through her body. She began to pant and groan and grunt. Patricia's hand moved fast and faster. Gina wrapped her arms around Patricia's neck and squeezed. She came hard and sustained a cry that vibrated low throughout the van's interior. Her wetness splayed over the seat and the windows. It was everywhere.

Gina pushed Patricia back against the seat as she held a fixed look of expectation. She ripped open the suit jacket sending buttons flying. The pearl necklace jangled violently against their owners large breasts.

"You wanna get fucked, huh??"

Gina latched onto Patricia's right breast and sucked hard. Patricia gasped, arched her back and clamped her eyes shut. Gina's free hand pinched its twin and moved her mouth away. A long thread of spittle followed, leading to an angry red mark. Patricia's mind reeled. Gina grabbed a handful of Patricia's hair producing a suprised yelp. Little nips were traced along Patricia's neckline, wayward fingers tugging at her skirt. She struggled to sit up. Gina was on top of her, nibbling her way down to her navel.

Gina reached into her briefcase and removed a very large, very lifelike skin-color dildo. She tapped Patricia in the face, "You're gonna get fucked. Pay, attention." Gina tapped her on the other cheek. A slight look of fear crossed Patricia's face.

She spread Patricia's legs wide and pulled aside her panties. The smell of Patricia's pussy mixed with the sweetness of her perfume made Gina lick her lips. Her mouth pressed down on Patricia's clit and sucked it ever so slowly at first, then with force. Patricia's cunt dripped and dribbled. She could hardly take the bombardment of sensation. Gina rose up, intent on penetrating Patricia with all her might when suddenly a car pulled into the spot next to them.

They froze. Gina glanced sideways, dildo in hand. Patricia sat out of breath, legs spread, trying to quiet herself, thinking it would stay the next moments. Slowly Gina placed two fingers inside herself and then into Patricia's mouth. Their eyes locked. Without hesitation Gina rammed the dildo to the hilt into her waiting victim. Patricia tried with all her might not to scream, not to moan, not to make some noise that she was being impaled by a giant phallus. It nearly made her faint as Gina made thrust after thrust into Patricia's sloshing cunt. Patricia suckled on Gina's fingers wildly, biting down. The torrent of passion and pain rained down behind the tinted windows. She came again and again and again.

It felt like an eternity before the couple exited the car. By then Gina's hand was already soaked and Patricia could barely remember who she was. Gina leaned down and began to rim Patricia's ass.

"Oh, no. No, no, no, not my ass. Pleeeeaaaasssseee." Patricia hissed and pleaded.

"Very well. This concludes the introduction to our presentation. Please contact us with any questions. Thank you for your time." Patricia could only let out a small laugh. Her eyes still closed. Her clothes in disarray and pearls glued with sweat to her chest.

"How is your son, Robert??"

"F-f-f-ine. Second year of college..." Patricia replied. The words rose in the air and evaporated, she could barely move. "How's...um...," she put her hand to her head, "Jim?"

"Fine. Still being Jim," Gina grimaced. She sighed, "Ok. Thanks for the fun. I'll see you later this week."

"Haaaaa...ok." Patricia replied, eyes still closed.

Gina exited the van and went back to her own car. "Hmm. Only 10:15," she thought, "Might have to actually go to work." Gina worked primarily from home, but she never let Jim know that. With a laptop and a cell phone she could work virtually anywhere. She'd started seeing Patricia about three months ago. First it was awkward fingerings in the copy room, then trading panties in the women's room. They kept getting hotter and hotter for each other. Once, while pretending to be away at a conference, they'd picked up this cute little blond together and had way too much fun. Gina had never felt so sticky in her life.

Patricia loved to be dominated and Gina was happy to oblige. Just a few weeks ago they had a meeting with several important clients and some executive management. Gina ordered Patricia to wear vibrating panties. It was the least boring meeting they'd been to all year. The two constants were Patricia's twitching and Gina's smirking. Afterward Patricia dragged Gina to a photo booth, went down on her, and kept adding quarters.

"I wonder what happened to those?" Gina wondered. She started her car and drove to the nearest diner.

__________________________________________ Robert heard keys in the door. There were only two people who had keys to his apartment and he was other one. He leaned back in his leather chair. The door hung open and his mother, Patricia, stumbled in and stopped. Her clothes were disheveled and she looked drunk. He ran to her, "Are you all right? What happened? Were you attacked?" he asked quickly.

He wrapped his armed around her.

"I was attacked. In just, the waaaay I like." She replied, letting out a small giggle.

"Mom? What happened?" Robert asked, less worried, but still curious.

"Had a date. Excuse me. Had a meeting that went very, very, very well." She said. Robert knew better than to ask. She'd been seeing someone for the past several months. He was pretty sure it wasn't a man. Trying to imagine his mother with another woman wasn't difficult. His father had left before he was born and no other men had ever been in her life. And it was kind of hot. If she wasn't his mother he would've definitely tried to get inside that skirt. He had secretly masturbated about her when her first learned how. He felt a little guilty about it but realized that it was merely a human nature.

"You ok?" he queried, one last time to be sure.

"Yes. I'm fine. But I need three things right now. Are you busy? Studying? Entertaining?" she asked in quick succession.

"Nope, just relaxing. What can I get you?"

"A hot shower and a robe. Then I will talk to you about the third thing." She answered, peering deep into his brown eyes.

Robert prepared everything. He didn't have class until 4:30 and it was barely noon. Patricia took her time in the shower. She washed every part of herself and rubbed her neck tenderly. Damn, those seats are uncomfortable, she thought. She leaned both her hands against the front of the shower and let the water run over her head. Looking down she knew what she wanted. Her vision left her eyes as her thoughts took over. She wrestled with her conscience and the voices of alleged reason. As she got older she realized that what she wanted should not be denied her. Her lust rose up in her belly and overwhelmed her heart. To satiate her demon, which had always plagued her, no matter where it strayed, she followed.

She turned off the water and gathered herself in the terrycloth bathrobe. Robert was standing at the end of the hall.

"And the third thing?" Robert asked.

"Be a dear and go lay down for me. Just close your eyes and lay down." She said "And where are the box of winter gloves and such?"

"Uh, hall closet, top shelf," he answered, "Go lay down? Ohh...kayyy." Robert did as he was told.

His mother came in a few minutes later carrying a few scarves.

"Give me your hands, Robert." She said in a low voice.

He obeyed. Eyes closed. Patricia tied his hands with one of the scarves.

"Do you trust me, Robert?" she asked.

"Yes, mom. Of course." He replied, clearing his throat.

She took his bound hands and with another scarf tied them to the bed post. She began to undo his pants. Robert began to struggle, "Wait! What are you doing?!"

Patricia dragged his pants down to his knees so he couldn't bend them and straddled his legs. His penis lay there in the beam of sunlight leaping from the unclosed drapes. The smallest of sinister smiles crossed Patricia's lips. Robert cringed a little as his mother's white teeth grew brighter in the sunlight her eyes still shadowed by the curtains. She picked up a knife off the floor.

"Mom! Mom! Mom! What are you doing?"