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“Mommy, I—” Your voice hitched, a pathetic little whimper escaping your lips as you shifted your weight, your thighs trembling against the arm of the sofa. The fabric rubbed against your sensitive pussy, the friction maddening, and you could feel yourself getting wetter, needier, with every desperate little grind.

“Go on, sweetheart,” Mommy’s voice was soft, soothing, but there was a sharp edge to it, a knowingness that made your cheeks burn hotter. “We’re watching. You’re doing so well.”

You bit your lip, trying to stifle the sounds building in your throat, but it was impossible. Your hips moved on their own, chasing that elusive feeling, that release you’d only just started to understand. Your fingers dug into the sofa cushions, and you could hear Daddy’s low chuckle from across the room.

“She’s getting close,” he said, his voice rough, almost hungry. “Look at her, squirming like a little rabbit.”

Your breath caught, and your hips stuttered. You wanted to stop—this was embarrassing, shameful—but you couldn’t. The tingling in your pussy was too much, too insistent. You needed something more, anything more, but you didn’t know how to ask for it.

“Please,” You whimpered, your voice barely a whisper. “I—I can’t—”

Mommy’s chair creaked as she stood, her heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor as she approached. You could feel her hand on your back, warm and steady, and you froze, your breath hitching.

“It’s okay, baby,” she murmured, her lips brushing against your ear. “You don’t have to do it alone.”

You turned your head, your eyes wide, and she smiled, her fingers trailing down your spine. “Daddy’s going to help you now. Be a good girl for us, okay?”

You nodded, your throat too tight to speak, and Mommy stepped back, her gaze flicking to Daddy. He was already on his feet, his eyes dark as he strode toward you. You could see the bulge in his pants, and your stomach twisted, a strange mix of fear and excitement flooding your veins.

“Up,” he commanded, his voice low and firm, and you scrambled to obey, your legs shaky as you stood.

Mommy stepped forward again, her arms wrapping around you from behind, her body pressing against yours. “Shh,” she whispered, her breath warm against your neck. “Just let Daddy take care of you.”

Your heart pounded as Daddy knelt in front of you, his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing your dress up to your waist. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, and you whimpered, your hands gripping Mommy’s arms.

“Be a good girl,” Mommy said again, her voice firm this time, and you nodded, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps as Daddy pulled your panties down your legs.

“She’s so wet,” Daddy muttered, his fingers brushing against your pussy, and you shivered, your knees buckling.

Mommy held you up, her arms tight around your waist, as Daddy’s fingers found your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles. Your breath hitched, and your head fell back against Mommy’s shoulder, a soft moan escaping your lips.

“That’s it,” Daddy murmured, his voice rough. “Let us hear you.”

You couldn’t stop the sounds that poured out of you, little whimpers and gasps as Daddy’s fingers worked you, his other hand gripping your thigh to keep you still. Your hips twitched, trying to chase the feeling, but Mommy held you firmly in place.

“She’s ready,” Daddy said, his voice barely above a whisper, and you heard the rustle of fabric as he undid his pants.

Your heart raced, your stomach twisting with anticipation and fear as Daddy stood, his hard cock brushing against your thigh.

“Please,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I—I don’t want to play this game anymore.”

Mommy’s arms tightened around you, her lips brushing against your ear. “It’s going to be okay, sweetheart. Daddy’s going to make you feel so good.”

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes as Daddy lined himself up with your pussy, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance.

“Shh,” Mommy soothed, her hand stroking your hair as Daddy pushed in slowly, the stretch burning, aching, and you cried out, your nails digging into Mommy’s arms.

“It hurts,” you sobbed, your body trembling as Daddy’s cock sank deeper, filling you in a way that felt wrong, too much, but Mommy held you, her lips against your temple.

“I know, baby,” she whispered. “But it’s going to feel good soon, I promise.”

Her hand slid down your body, her fingers finding your nipple, and you gasped, the pain mingling with something else, something warm and electric that made your hips twitch.

Daddy groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he started to move, his cock sliding in and out of you in slow, deliberate thrusts. The pain was still there, sharp and aching, but it was fading, replaced by a growing heat that made your breath quicken.

“That’s it,” Mommy murmured, her fingers rolling your nipple, her other hand stroking your stomach. “You’re doing so well.”

Your moans grew louder, your body trembling as Daddy’s thrusts picked up speed, his cock hitting a spot inside you that made your toes curl. The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming, and you could feel something building, something intense and terrifying and beautiful.

“Oh god,” Daddy growled, his hands tightening on your hips as he fucked you harder, the bed shaking beneath you.

Mommy’s lips brushed against your ear, her voice soft but firm. “You asked how babies are made, sweetheart.”

Your mind was foggy, your thoughts scattered, but you nodded weakly, your body writhing between them.

“Daddy’s showing you how babies are made,” Mommy continued, her voice dripping with a strange kind of pride. “How we made you.”

Daddy’s thrusts became erratic, his breathing harsh as he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he came, filling you with his warmth. The sensation sent you over the edge, your body convulsing as your own orgasm ripped through you, waves of pleasure crashing over you until you were limp, your head resting against Mommy’s shoulder.

“Hopefully her body accepts your seed,” Mommy said, her voice distant as Daddy slowly pulled out of you, his cum dripping down your thighs. “And soon, I’ll have a grandchild.”

Daddy chuckled, his hands stroking your thighs as Mommy reached for a pillow, propping it under your hips to keep Daddy’s cum inside you.

“Let’s hope so,” he said, his voice rough with satisfaction. “But if not, I’ll just have to fuck her every day until she’s pregnant.”

Mommy smiled, her lips brushing against your cheek as your eyes fluttered closed, exhaustion pulling me under. “Sounds like a plan.”

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kiddo’s special sleepover (part 1)

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NSFW/20+ TO INTERACT

CW: fauxcest/incest roleplay, daddy/daughter, ageplay, rape play/cnc, intox play, somno

Disclaimer: of course everything im writing is strictly a fantasy + is to be acted out only between consenting adults !!!

- part one below -

You’ve been peeking in on me for awhile, telling yourself that you’re doing what any good parent would. For several weeks you’ve been looking through the crack in my door late at night to see me grinding my kid parts against my stuffies and falling asleep needy and upset. You haven’t given me the talk yet, so you know I must not have any idea what these feelings are building up inside me. You’ve watched how I rub myself against my stuffed animals not knowing what I’m doing or how to make myself feel really good. It’s been night after night of this, so you finally decide to do something about it.

The next morning you ask if I wanna have a sleepover with one of my friends and of course I bounce up and down and say, “Yes daddy!”

When dinner time comes around, you slip something into my friend’s food while we are distracted watching our favorite tv show and after she eats she gets sleepy really early. I’m a bit pouty because I wanted to stay up and play games with her and I don’t understand why she’s so tired. You kiss me on the forehead and reassure me that I will have plenty of time to play all sorts of games and you take us to my room and tuck us into bed.

A couple hours pass when you overhear noises coming from my bedroom and quietly push open the door to find me grinding myself against my sleeping friend, as if she was one of my stuffies. She won’t wake up anytime soon, I don’t know that, but you do, because that’s why you slipped her something. Daddy just wanted to help their little girl feel better and practice grown up things in a safe way. What better way to do that than with her best friend and her father?

You see me still struggling to get the right angle, getting frustrated and more desperate, you quietly walk in and gently ask, “Need some help kiddo?”

I jump and hop off my friend, so scared that I’m in trouble and not fully processing that you are calm, not upset at all, but there’s something else. There’s a strain and an edge to your voice that I don’t understand. My eyes go down to your boxers and notice something bulging against the fabric and when I ask you what it is you just tell me it’s because you got so happy watching me play so nicely with my friend.

You tell me I’m starting to feel grown up feelings even though I’m just a kid, but it’s okay, it’s normal, and you just wanna be a good dad and help the tingles between my legs go away, because you know they have to be uncomfy at this point, I’ve been grinding against my stuffies for weeks with no release. I look down embarrassed, face turning red. You put a finger under my chin and lift my eyes to your’s and tell me that it’s nothing to be embarrassed about and you have loved seeing me learn more about my body.

You softly guide me back onto my friend who is fast asleep and help me position myself so that where I’m the tingliest is flush against her thigh. You place your big hands on my hips and start to guide me back and forth, making quiet whimpers start to bubble out of my mouth. You tell me it’s okay, daddy is so happy they get to help me, this is what dads are for, to help their daughters learn and grow, and you gently push me to go a bit harder and faster in my pace, to build up that feeling in my tummy.

You start to let go of my hips and I look up at you and whine because I need my daddy’s help. You decide to keep one hand on my hip, and reach the other down to my little kid parts and rub a very special spot that makes me yelp in surprise. I start to cry out and ask what’s happening and you cut me off by shoving your adult tongue down my throat.

I whimper into your mouth and try my best to match the movements of your tongue, you’ve never kissed me like this before. I’ve seen adults kiss like this in movies and it always makes me feel funny. Your tongue continues to explore mouth and it feels nice and makes my head fuzzy and it’s making that feeling in my tummy and between my legs grow more intense.

I feel your fingers rubbing faster against my special spot and i keep grinding my wet kid parts against my friend’s thigh until all of a sudden the feeling gets to a peak and i scream into your mouth as it almost gets to be too much. You keep rubbing that sensitive spot and fervently whisper into my mouth, “That’s my baby, such a good girl, Daddy loves you so fucking much.” And all i can do is rock against your hand and moan into your open mouth.

As the wave of intensity subsides, I hear you let out a deep chuckle, slowly pulling away and lessening the pace of your fingers. You look at me with proud and hungry eyes and tell me how you’ve waited so long to give me that gift and that I’m growing up now. I don’t fully understand what you mean by that, but I would do anything to make you keep looking at me this way forever, like i am your favorite thing in the whole wide world.

My parts feel so sensitive against my friend’s leg which is now all wet from whatever just happened to me. I’m looking down in the dark at my friend’s pj shorts and see she is wet too, there’s a spot forming on the fabric and i point my little finger at it and say, “Look dada!” and you tell me it’s because we are best friends and she is feeling good because I am feeling good, and that I should be a good friend and help her feel even better so she can have really sweet dreams. I nod really fast because i love my friend and wanna make her feel as good as my dad made me feel.

You help me climb off her leg since l’m still so tender down there. I watch as you begin to slowly slide her shorts down and I can see her kid parts glistening in the dark. I look back up at you and see you smiling at me, and you tell me that i can start being a good friend by giving her a special kind of kiss, kind of like the kiss you gave me. But you tell me it’s different because it’s not a kiss on her mouth, you want to watch me put my little tongue on her kid parts.

You gently start to guide my head down and I happen to notice that you have a wet spot forming too, right where your grown up parts are pushing against the fabric. You notice me looking and reassure me that after we take care of my friend, you will show me how to give daddy sweet dreams too. I smile big and excitedly say, “Okay daddy!” and start to lick my tongue all over my friend’s special spot and help clean up her mess, playing with her little hole, all while hearing you let out a low groan followed by sweet praises and words of encouragement. I feel you reach back and start to rub between my legs again and I hear myself let out a happy sound, my eyes begin to get hazy, and I’m just so lost in the fuzziness and love of my daddy and my best friend.

I hope we can have sleepovers like this forever.

- end of part one -

(i am rly shy about this pls don’t hate me i have never posted my actual smut writing on here~)

How I’m gonna have my future daughter after a parent teacher congress some day

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No baby, you're misremembering. You were already naked when you went to sleep, remember?