Chloes new Mistress part1
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This situation was horrible. After we had unprotected sex two times already, there was a real chance I may get pregnant. It remained an intoxicating thought, despite my abhorrence. However, I very well knew that as soon as I stopped being aroused, my disgust would severely outweigh my curiosity. These feelings were just the aftermath of getting laid, and even having my first climax in the process.
As such, another thought popped into my head. What if I were to tell my father something that would prevent me from being able to chicken out. Something that would permanently plant the idea into his head that I want him to get me pregnant?
“Dad,” I whispered, “do you remember when I was younger? I always asked if I could have a baby brother.” My voice was trembling, and I couldn’t hide my embarrassment. It had occurred to me that it was a weird timing to mention such a topic.
But, I figured that explaining it while he was still somewhat aroused, made it more likely that he would take it serious enough to play with the idea. His mind was clouded by lust. He was more likely to listen to my suggestion.
“You told me that mom didn’t want to make a baby brother for me,” I continued to explain. God, I felt so incredibly awkward, but I powered through. “And earlier today, you mentioned that you would like a son.”
I gulped and nervously took a final breath before I finished my explanation. I knew that as soon as I was done talking, there would be no way for me to go back on my words. More importantly, it would take all power out of my hands – he would be in charge.
“I’m not on any birth control,” I admitted, “and I want you to put a baby in me.” My arousal had left me breathless, so I inhaled sharply once I was done speaking. My heart fluttered with excitement, and for some reason I felt both horny and terrified at the same time. This was such a surreal conversation.
He raised his head, and we looked at each other. There was a glimmer of confusion at first. It truly hadn’t occurred to him that I might be unprotected. What followed next was what I anticipated and dreaded the most – his eyes showed clear excitement at what I suggested. I couldn’t tell if he simply enjoyed the idea of going bareback again, or if he wanted to put a baby in me. His following response however wasn’t quite what I expected.
“Thank you.”
It took me a moment to comprehend what he said. It was barely a reaction to what I proposed. He had gone back to treating me like a daughter, it would seem.
His eyes shifted to look back down, to where we still shared a connection. He shifted his hips back, and I could feel his erection gradually sliding out of me. The bulbous cockhead scraped against my insides as it withdrew.
It wasn’t unpleasant, but it served as reminder that our encounter was over. I could feel a gooey mass of fluids shifting around within me. There was a lot.
A slippery pop followed when his softening member left my body, and I couldn’t help but gasp. I could scarcely believe that just a day prior, I was still a virgin and had never even touched a man’s penis. And yet here I was, freshly fucked, and with my father’s creampie safely tugged away deep inside my vagina.
His lack of interest in me grew more apparent when he retreated to the back of the tent, to his sleeping bag. Just like that, he got comfortable and ready to fall asleep.
While I still lay there, spread eagled, and with warm semen drooling out of me. There was no opportunity for me to rest, since I soon felt the icky fluid cooling down. It was an even less pleasant sensation than before – it was a wet, cold trail of semen running down my crack.
I wasn’t sure what to do – my mother certainly had never taught me how to deal with the aftermath of unsafe sex. So, I retrieved my panties and used them to wipe away the excess. The dim moonlight didn’t make it easy, but I kept going until I felt clean enough down there. At that point, the fabric in my hand was already soaked through. It sure seemed to be more cum than the day before.
With little else I could do, I resigned myself to the situation and climbed into my sleeping bag. At least this time, I knew that I would get some well-earned sleep without interruption. The quiet night helped to put me at ease. Nature was truly special. There was something relaxing about simply following your instincts. It was also reassuring that I didn’t have to be afraid of an alarm clock by my ear.
My mind wandered off, and it didn’t take much longer before sleep claimed me.
When I woke up again, it was in response to a whole bunch of noise outside. Some clanking, some clattering, and when I rushed to peer outside the tent I could see that it was caused by my father. He was in the midst of disassembling our little campsite. Which did remind me that I had been gone from home for almost two days already. It made sense. It was time to go back.
At least I didn’t have to search long to find my clothes – they were still scattered in the tent. After getting dressed, I joined my father outside and followed his instructions to help wherever needed. We had formed a weird bond. We grew closer as father and daughter during the duration of the trip, but it also felt like we grew closer as…something else?
During the time we spent driving back home, I contemplated the situation. It felt weird to pretend that nothing happened. But, perhaps this was for the best. It would cause needless complications if my father had a special interest in me.
It would also be difficult to keep secret. A pregnancy wasn’t something easy to hide. I was about to finish high school. It would be a pain in the ass to try and juggle an entry into College and related studies, while fighting off morning sickness.
With a relieved sigh, I turned my head to gaze out the window. The vast forest faded into the background, and soon after, I took in the familiar sight of our cityscape while listening to the gentle humming of the van’s engine.
It felt nice. A journey back home. I was gone for only two days, but it still felt reassuring to be in a familiar environment again.
“Thanks for the trip,” I broke the silence. “It was a nice experience.”
“You’re welcome, princess.” This time, I smiled back at him. It no longer felt weird to hear him say that nickname. Regardless of the details, the camping trip brought us closer together. That was the best possible outcome, and I was glad it worked out that way.
After my father parked the van in the driveway, I prepared to unload my belongings. It would take multiple trips because of some poor planning. I ended up stashing my clean laundry in one bag, the dirty stuff in another, and we also brought a cooler with leftover fish from the trip to surprise my mother with.
It reminded me that I wasn’t nearly as strong as my father. The bags that he easily carried into the van earlier that day, were so heavy that I could barely even lift them. It hadn’t even occurred to me to ask for his help and to save myself the hassle.
One by one, I carried my things into the house. The dirty laundry – or as I’d like to call it, the dirty evidence – was something I was particularly careful with. My initial plan was to start cleaning them as soon as I arrived. But, upon dragging the bag upstairs and into the bathroom, I found the washing machine was running already.
“Crap,” I cursed bitterly. I took my clothes out of the bag, and inspected each piece individually. The shirts and pants were unremarkable as far as stains were concerned. But, the different panties I wore while I was gone? The crotch pieces of every single pair were blotted and soaked through with old sperm. It looked like I had spent the entire weekend having sex. It was unmistakable. The fabric even soaked up the intense smell of our combined juices. I couldn’t risk having my mother find these.
As such, I unloaded the laundry hamper, stuffed all of my soiled clothes in, and then loaded it up again so that my panties were at the bottom of the hamper. This way, I would have plenty of time to get these things into the washing machine without ever being noticed.
My little plan worked without interruption.
“Wait,” I whispered to myself. It only now had occurred to me that I still hadn’t seen my mother, at all. I began to look around, and glanced into every other room. When I couldn’t find her upstairs, I moved down and checked the kitchen first, then the living room. That’s where I found her, on the couch together with…
“Dad?”
“…then we caught this huge fish, and…” my father turned to look back at me. “Hey, Chloe! I was just in the middle of telling your mother some of the highlights of our trip.”
The two of them were seated on the couch, completely at ease. My father was smiling brightly, and my mother seemed just as happy. They had been talking for a while already, I could tell. She had something on her mind, too. She used her chance to speak up.
“That wasn’t all you told me, was it?” Her voice was playful, and oddly pleased with herself. “He has also apologized,” she added, “and asked if we could try and share the same roof again. Someone’s gotten cold feet after being away for so long,” she chuckled victoriously. She extended a finger to poke his side. As far as she was concerned, this was a happy family reunion.
“Those weren’t the exact words I used,” he replied uneasily but with a smile. “Though it’s accurate enough, yeah!”
A weird sensation began to spread in my stomach, like butterflies. A fluttery feeling that left me feeling nervous and agitated. “That’s good news, right?” I asked. It took a moment, but once my initial surprise settled, I understood just how positive this outcome was. My parents were getting back together!
“Yeah!” I repeated after myself. “I’m happy for you two, that’s great! This means…” my voice trailed off as I grew aware of something I had hoped to forget. Remnants of cum leaked out of my womanhood, and trickled into the gusset of my underwear. Perhaps a more experienced woman would have been able to continue talking without interruption.
To me, this was a surreal sensation at the worst possible time. My parents gave me a perplexed stare, they were confused as to why I suddenly froze up in the middle of a sentence.
The faint blush on my cheeks intensified further when I looked back at my mother. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what her reaction would be if she knew the truth. That I stood there with my father’s sperm trickling into my panties.
“I’m sorry,” I interrupted myself. “I just remembered that I hadn’t taken a shower in a while. I’ll just quickly go take a shower, and then I’ll come back. Is that okay? I’ll be right back!” God, I felt so incredibly awkward.
I returned to the bathroom while cursing under my tongue. What goes in, eventually goes out again. “But more than half a day later?” He must have deliberately pumped his semen as deep into me as he could. Upon taking my clothes off, I also noticed that my pubic area was still different. My crotch was lightly bruised, probably from being pounded. My labia was still glaring back at me in a soft shade of red, too.
Since I was in the safety and privacy of the bathroom, I decided to take it a step further. I grabbed a handheld mirror and moved it between my legs. This was my chance to take a closer look.
Between the lips of my pussy, I could see remnants of sperm clinging to my skin. It was an odd realization that this sight no longer made me feel as gross as it used to. Getting messy down there was simply a part of intercourse. Or at least, that’s how I thought at the time; porn actors pull out to make it look fancy. Real men don’t pull out.
After wiping it off, I could get a better look at the actual opening of my vagina. It wasn’t the subtle pink that I expected, the battered flesh was more of a dark red. It must have gotten sore from the constant action. I still struggled to believe that an adult sized dick even managed to fit into me in the first place.
“At least that’s over now,” I mumbled to myself. My parents got back together. The only thing that I would have to learn to live with, was the knowledge that my virginity had been taken by my father. It was a topic I’d have to keep secret at all costs. I dreaded the thought of ever getting into a position where I’m having a drunken sleepover with friends, and the topic of our first time would come up. “Oh, yeah, I had my cherry popped by my own dad. I got my first creampie that way, too.”
It was almost amusing that I still held a grudge over that. I shook my head to clear those thoughts from my mind.
I finally moved into the shower stall. It was one of those frosted glass showers, with a sliding door panel. It made me feel a little self-conscious to be completely naked. Which was weird, since I had gotten used to being naked around my father. Which meant that my mind was more embarrassed at the possibility that my mother might catch me nude, than to have my dad seeing me like that. It really made me feel silly.
The warm shower water rained down my back.
It gave my tense muscles a soothing and well-earned massage. The showerhead we used had just a little more water pressure than most, so you could really feel each and every drop.
As I soaped myself up, my attention was inevitable drawn back to my genitals. Even just looking back down at my pubic area, was enough to remind me of what had happened. It didn’t help that I had looked the same down there for many years. My pubes were thankfully sparse and had never been a hassle. Hell, I could even wear a bikini without issue. I never had any reason to change things up.
However, did I really want to remember my father each time I looked at my vagina?
My hand almost automatically reached for my mother’s razor. I gathered what little courage I had, and began shaving my pubic area. Every stroke of the razor removed more of those thin, curly hairs, and they washed down the drain never to be seen again.
Of course I took my sweet time with it, slow but deliberate, until I was left completely bare and hairless. I felt a weird sense of relief – as if I’d just managed to leave an unpleasant part of my past behind. It felt right! My parents got back together, it was the beginning of a new chapter in my life. It made sense to change myself, too.
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