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Do Me Daddy… September 24, 2011

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I was ashamed of myself, but I couldn’t help it. My 18 year old daughter Shamila has already developed to the point where most folks would think she was 21. I can’t keep my eyes off her large breasts and sweet well rounded ass. I want to fuck her bad. She is constantly giving me stares that appear to be of the erotic nature, very alluring and seductive. I was sure it just my imagination and I try not to return them, but I want to fuck her bad.

I’ve played a million scenarios through my mind about having her, but I never thought it would actually happen. I figured I was just engaging in harmless perverted thought. Then a situation occurred that forever changed my relationship with her…….. My wife Urmila usually works just in the evening on the weekend. I always took my day off on Tuesday so we could have the day together while the kid’s were at school.

This Tuesday was different. Urmila got called to work to fill in for someone who had taken ill. My daughter Shamila complained that morning of a stomach ache, so my wife told her to stay home with me. It wasn’t 5 minutes after Urmila left that Shamila started running around like nothing was wrong, it was apparent that she wasn’t sick. I told her that since she had faked sick, I wanted her to clean the house for her mother.

Of course she protested, saying “I didn’t make the mess, why do I have to clean it up?!” I told her to pretend she was her mother, and just do what she would do. “I get to be Mommy!” she exclaimed. I told her yes, and to get busy. Then she asked if she got to be mommy all day and do what she would do.

Not thinking that she had anything in mind out of the ordinary, I said yes, whatever mommy can do you can do… OK. OK she said and started running around cleaning up. I thought to myself that that had worked good, I should have tried that a long Jim e ago. “shamila, I am going up and take a shower, if anyone calls take a message.” “OK ragu “, she said. Well I did tell her she was Urmila for the day, I guess I could let it slide she called me Ragu .

About 10 minutes after I went upstairs, I had just walked into the shower when I heard someone in my room. Not being able to see real well without my glasses, at first I thought it was my wife, that maybe she got out of working. Then I yelled out “Who’s there?” “Just me Ragu”, came the answer, but it wasn’t Urmila… it was Sharmila.

She was climbing out of her clothes when she said, “I thought I would join you honey.” “Sharmila!”, I said… .”Urmila!”, she replied. She opened the shower door and stepped in, naked as the day she was born. “I don’t think this is a good idea honey,” I managed to say while attempting to keep my dick from becoming a totem pole. I failed, I was rock hard.

My wife (daughter) reached down a took a hold of my cock and looked me in the eyes and said, “Looks like you’re glad to see me Ragu.” I couldn’t get my mouth to move to answer her. Her mouth however worked just fine, it was now licking my cock. “sharmila”, I said, “we can’t do this.” She just looked up at me and said “Do it to me Daddy,” and walked out of the shower into the bedroom and flung herself on my bed.

I couldn’t help myself, her gorgeous little body, and beautiful orange sized breasts begged me to follow. Before I knew it I was lying next to her licking her nipple and stroking her moist virgin pussy. “Sharmila, are you sure you want me to do this?”. “YES DADDY… please do what you do to mommy, TO MEEEE.” She was so wet and I was so aroused that I just spread her legs apart, positioned myself between them and placed my 10 inch cock at the entrance to her sweet wetty choot.

“Put it in Daddy!!” she begged, “Fuck me Daddy.” I slowly began easing my rod into my own daughter’s cunt, but she pushed hard against me thrusting it in deep. Feeling her warmth surround me I pushed harder, and within three strokes I broke her hymen and was buried completely within her. She felt so good, so tight, so wet, I knew I couldn’t last long before I came.

She didn’t even flinch when I broke her. She was fucking me back like a pro, damn she was good. “Ohhhhhh Daddy,, it feels so good!!, don’t stop Daddy I’m feeling really good… something’s happening… it really feels good Daddy.” “You’re cumming honey… that’s what that good feeling is called,” I answered. “Shamila, I have to pull out of you before I cum.”

“No Daddy, don’t pull it out yet!” she yelled. “I have to honey,” I said as I continued to pound my cock deep into her. “When I cum, sperm comes out of my dick, it can make you have a baby,” I said. “Yes Daddy, put it in me… don’t stop… put your sperm in me… make me have a baby!” she screamed, “Please Daddy cum in me!”

That was too much to handle, I could feel my jism rising, ready to explode. I was lost in the passion and excitement, the fact my daughter was asking me to impregnate her was too much. My balls started emptying their cargo into my sweet daughter’s womb, spasm after spasm pushed cum deep into her. Sharmila exploded in orgasm when she felt my load flowing into her. “Oh yes Daddy, I’m going to have your baby… it feels so good Daddy… now I will be just like Mommy.”

I was sorry that I hadn’t stopped myself from cumming in her, but she was so sweet… so grateful, that soon as I could get it back up… I fucked her again. After that day Shamila was constantly wanting me to fuck her (and I her), several times we did it when my wife was upstairs sleeping. Sharmila never got her next period because she was pregnant with my child. She’s about 6 months now… she looks so beautiful with her pregnant little belly.

I love fucking her and feeling my child move around in her. When she began to show we had come up with a story to tell her mother. Shamila told us the story that she had gone to a college football game with some friends, and had met a boy there from another school. One thing led to another, and before she knew it she was having sex with him under the visitors’ bleachers.

She claimed it was the only time she ever had sex and that she never knew his last name, and couldn’t even remember his first. She said she couldn’t even remember what the boy looked like. Sharmila put on a great show telling the story we had made up. I even did a good job acting surprised, shocked, and dismayed. But Urmila bought it, hook, line, and sinker.

We agreed Sharmila should have the baby and that we would raise Sharmila’s child as our own. I can’t wait to make the next one, Shamila wants me to keep her pregnant so she can have 5 or 6 kids before she’s 25, I’ll try! Shamila wants us to move away and live as man and wife.

I’m thinking about it, I really do love her much more than I ever loved my wife. Oh, by the way, sharmila told me she stayed home that day when this all began so she could get me to do what I ended up doing. I played into her plan with her being Mommy for a day game, I feel so used!!.

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